#yes I'm a lady yes I'm a gentleman yes I'm a creature

[harunayuuka2060]

Grandma MC: Please excuse my grandchildren. They are only worried. *chuckles*

Eirian: *smiles softly at her* It's fine with me. Don't worry.

Ace and Deuce: Tch.

Malleus: I don't like this man. This date is over.

Vil: We're going to end it if he does something inappropriate. For now, let's observe.

Rook: Oui! Let's give Monsieur a chance.

Ruggie: I don't understand why Grim gets to be with Granny though. What's he gonna do there? Annoy her suitor?

Ace: Huh? That's why he's there? Dude, the guy already won him over!

*Grim eating the snacks brought by Eirian*

Leona: Is there any surprise to that?

Grandma MC: Anyway, I think we should need to start this conversation. *smiles at him*

Eirian: Yes. As you are already aware of, I'm here to win your heart and with your permission, to be my wife.

Grandma MC: How sweet of you and you seem to be a kind gentleman. However, why would you be interested to an old woman like me?

Grandma MC: I'm sure you have a lot of women chasing after you. *chuckles*

Eirian: Indeed there are. Though I am not and will never be interested to any of them except you.

Eirian: You have captured my heart, my lady. And my feelings have never changed even after fifty years have passed.

Ruggie: Fif—

Ruggie and Ace: FIFTY YEARS?!!

Vil, Rook, and Riddle: *who already knew about the details so they were not shocked but were amused to see others' reaction*

Malleus: *dumbfounded*

Leona: Damn. That was such a long time ago.

Grandma MC: Oh dear... Why would you wait that long?

Azul: *nods* Yeah. I agree. That is a no-brainer.

Kalim: Come on! It's true love!

Jamil: Kalim, can you imagine Granny getting married to a young man who looks like our age? It doesn't matter if he's old, he still looks young.

Kalim: But... Can't he make her younger?

Jamil and Azul: ...

Azul: With all due respect, shut your mouth.

Kalim: Eh?

Jamil: If someone hears you— *sigh*— Just don't speak for the time being, Kalim.

Eirian: I can wait for you even for a thousand years— No. An eternity. The only reason I didn't pursue was because you were married.

Grandma MC: ...

Grandma MC: But I don't remember ever meeting you.

Grandma MC: To be honest, I thought it was my first time arriving here in Twisted Wonderland.

Eirian: *sad frowns* It seems your memories had been erased. Though I can assure you that we had met. I have evidences and the fact that you used to call me 'Rian'.

Grandma MC: My... Well, it does suit you. I'm glad I had given you a beautiful nickname. *chuckles*

Eirian: *blushes*

Ace: *yells* GRANNY!!!! YOU'RE MAKING HIM FALL IN LOVE!

Ace: STOP BEING NICE!

Vil: *kicks him* Who gave you the permission to yell at Granny?

Epel: Yeah! Yell at the guy! Not her!

Rook: Himeringo, that isn't good too.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: I'm ending this date now.

Riddle and Vil: Not yet!

Leona: So who are we really watching over here? You're all a mess.

Eirian and Grandma MC: *have talked for a few hours; mostly Granny listening to him of how they had met*

Eirian: It remained a mystery to me how you had arrived to the underworld and how it became possible for you to befriend the creatures living there.

Eirian: Normally, a human would run away in fear, but you... *smiling* You had held them in your arms like they were adorable and tiny.

Grandma MC: Well, they do sound adorable so I do not see the problem. *chuckles softly*

Eirian: ...

Eirian: *pulls out something from his pocket*

*It was the Sundrop Flower*

Eirian: My lady, I have a present for you.

Grandma MC: What a lovely flower...

Eirian: This flower can bring back your youth.

Eirian: *smiles reassuringly* Don't worry. I won't be asking you to answer me now.

Eirian: I'm giving this to you so you will be able to travel some places here in Twisted Wonderland.

Grandma MC: Why, how kind of you. I shall treasure this gift. *smiles*

Eirian: ...

Eirian: *hugs her*

Epel, Ace, Ruggie, and Deuce: GET YOUR HANDS OFF GRANNY!!!!

Malleus: *ready to cause havoc*

Grandma MC: *chuckles* You must leave now. My grandchildren are angry.

Eirian: I'll see you again.

Riddle: You all are embarrassing.

Leona: Except me. I was totally cool back there.

Vil: What is that flower, Granny?

Grandma MC: Oh, it is a gift from Rian. *smiles*

Idia: Isn't that the Sundrop Flower? Rumored to bring back youth?

Kalim: Bring back youth?

Idia: Yes. But they disappeared from existence years ago.

Azul: Does that mean...

The boys: ...

The boys: USE IT, GRANNY! WE WANT TO SEE!

Grim: Mryah! What's with you all?!

[steam-beasts]

Lady Come Down

(Part of this is a rewrite of part of the last story. Also, here's a little song if you want music)

Standing before Edward’s berth, Sir Topham Hatt took a deep breath, feeling his heart do flips. Carefully, he gripped the shed door’s handle, dreading the sight he was gonna see. Slowly, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, wary of his surroundings.

“Edward? Henry? Is everyone alright in he–?” He trailed off the moment he saw the four giant creatures in front of him. Once he got a good look at each of their faces, he knew instantly they were his engines. All he could do was just stand there, staring up at them with wide eyes, he felt his heart had dropped in that moment. Sitting against the wall in new human-like forms were none other than Edward, Emily, Gordon and Henry.

They stared down at him, wide-eyed with confusion and fear, Edward and Emily were huddled together while Gordon and Henry sat behind them. Henry in particular looked the most shaken of the four. Sir Topham Hatt could just tell from where he was standing that Henry was visibly shaking, his hand clawing and clutching at his other arm while tears were rolling down his cheeks. The silence was crushing.

Finally, Emily let out a quiet whimper "Sir...?"

“I-I…uh..” the controller was simply at a loss for words once more, just like he was back at Knapford. Finally, he managed to let a few words slip out "W...What happened?"

"I...w-we don't...really know, Sir" Edward admitted meekly, exchanging a look with Emily. Gordon piped up "We all woke up like this...it is truly embarrassing" he groaned, trying to shield his privates, as the rest did as well. For their sakes, Topham kept his eyes on theirs.

He slumped his shoulders and hung his head low "Oh dear...first Thomas, James and Percy, now you lot" He sighed, his face riddled with guilt. Emily's ears twitched "W-Wait, so...we're not the only engines like this?" She asked tentatively.

"I'm afraid not, Emily. I was one of many at Knapford to see Percy turn into...well, what you lot are now"

"And what about Thomas and James, Sir?" Gordon asked, shifting himself on to his knees. Edward's eyes widened in realisation "Oh, yes! What about them, Sir?"

Sir Topham Hatt hummed in thought "I'm not too sure, Edward. But according to James's crew, Thomas came along when James turned, so–"

"Of COURSE Thomas was turned first!" Gordon suddenly scoffed "Gordon!" Topham and Edward snapped in unison. Gordon rolled his eyes "Well, he seemed to be the first one who turned, correct?"

"I suppose it seems that way. Yes, but what are you suggesting, Gordon?" Edward asked suspiciously. Gordon remained vague "Suggesting? Oh no, Edward, I'm not suggesting anything. But wouldn't you say it's odd that Thomas was near when James changed?"

Emily groaned "Honestly Gordon, Thomas isn't to blame here!"

"I'm not saying it's Thomas's fault, Little Emily"

Henry, still clutching at his bicep, sarcastically remarked "Yeah, Gordon. You're not insinuating at all–"

"Oh shut up, Henry!"

Edward gazed down at Sir Topham Hatt and saw that he was sitting down, hands covering his face in what appeared to be shame. Frowning, Edward slowly crawled towards the controller, being careful to not squish him.

"Sir? Are you alright?" He asked, reaching out a giant hand.

Sir Topham Hatt rose his head to glance it him before resting it on his hands "Ugh...hello, Edward. I must be honest, I feel like complete and utter dirt" He groaned, then gazing at his hands "You see, I promised my father, like he had with my grandfather, to take good care of the railway and my engines...and considering everything that's happened over the years, I feel like a failure at this point" He lamented. Edward felt a pang of sadness as he listened.

"I know everyone can make mistakes, but I've made one too many. Edward, be honest with me...would you rather have had me or my grandfather?" The stout gentleman asked, gazing up at Edward.

Edward's frown became deeper. Gently, and to Sir Topham Hatt's surprise, he picked up the man and held him up to his own face "None of us see you as a failure, Bertram. I'm sure Sir Richard would've been proud of you despite everything, even your father" He whispered reassuringly. Sir Topham Hatt let a soft smile grow on his face, wiping away a small tear. He gave Edward's chin a little scratch "Thank you, Edward". Edward gently leaned in and purred in response.

At that point, the others gathered around Edward and Sir Topham Hatt.

"It's not your fault, Sir" said a new voice.

Everyone immediately looked over at the open berth doors to see none other than Thomas, James and Percy, who all seemed to had made it on their own.

"Thomas?!" Edward exclaimed, face quickly etched with concern and relief at seeing his adoptive son.

He gave Topham to Henry, who gently and very delicately set him down. Thomas barked and quickly crawled towards Edward, who was fast to pull the humanoid E2 into a hug, their tails wagging happily. James and Percy crawled inside afterwards.

Their controller was surprised to see them “Wha- I thought you three were waiting at Knapford?”

Percy rubbed his arm “Sorry, Sir. We heard there was trouble here, Sir and we got worried…Sir”. Sir Topham Hatt was about to question how on earth they heard him over the crowds and everything, until he remembered that they all had really good hearing “Oh…” was all he could say.

After Edward and Thomas split from their hug, the drivers, firemen and women came in to see their engines. A couple were speechless and a few were amazed. Mr Conductor approached the shorter man as Junior ran up to Thomas’s calf and began climbing his leg, blabbering on about it.

“Are you ok, Sir? This is quite much to take in, even I must admit that this is fairly new” The magic keeper asked, checking in. Topham grunted in acknowledgment “I’m fine now, Mr Conductor and yes, it’s very new indeed. Have you ever seen this before, may I ask?” Mr Conductor shook his head “No I haven’t. I didn’t really think this was possible, either”

“Would it have anything to do with…erm…that sparkly gold glitter? Gold dust, you call it?”

Mr Conductor hummed thoughtfully “Maybe, Sir. I wouldn’t put it past anything if…’humanizing’ a living machine is something gold dust can do” in that moment, he came up with an idea “Ah..If I were to pinpoint the cause of any of this, Sir…I’d say this is the work of–“

“Oi, Cous’! Come over here an’ feel Tommy’s hair! Softest hair ah’ve ever felt!” Junior laughed, cutting away the serious mood between them. Junior was climbing up Thomas’s hair as if it were a bundle of vines, burying his face into the soft, silky mass. Thomas just rolled his eyes and huffed.

Mr Conductor rolled his eyes “I’ll be there in a second!” He called before sighing, he looked at Sir Topham Hatt apologetically “Sorry, Sir. You know my cousin…”. The stout gentleman waved his hand dismissively “No, it is fine, I had a cousin myself” he said. Topham looked up at the six humanoid creatures in the room. He can’t let anymore people see them, not until all this was figured out and fixed. Then another daunting realisation came: what about all his engines at the Little Western? What about the diesels? What about his engines at Harwick? The thought was indeed slightly terrifying, having a railway populated by giant grey humans. Sir Topham Hatt quickly shook his head “Don’t think about it, Bertram. Just cross that bridge if it comes” he thought.

Right now, he needed to address some things “Ahem!” He coughed “I know and understand what is happening right now is very stressful for you all, I can see that. But we must keep calm and not let it get to our heads!”

James scoffed under his breath “Ha, it’s already got to our heads…”

As if he was a school student, Thomas raised his hand “Sir?”. The controller smiled “Yes, Thomas?”.

“Do you know if anyone else on the railway is like this?” He asked curiously. He shook his head “Afraid not, Thomas. As far as I know, you’re the only ones who have changed” Topham admitted “I am yet to hear if–“

Suddenly, the guardsman came running in, panting “Sir! A phone call just came in from the sheds at Arlesburgh! Th-The engines... they've–"

"Let me guess, they've turned into giant humanoid creatures?"

"I-I...yes, Sir. How did you know?" The guard stuttered, speechless at such an outlandish but spot-on guess. Sir Topham Hatt deadpanned "Oh...lucky guess, I suppose"

"But why is this happening?" Emily asked, an question everyone wanted to ask. Before the controller could answer, a blinding gold light shone through the berth door windows. The engines and humans squinted. The doors were then slowly pushed open by a 16ft tall grey woman, who unlike the others, had her own clothing. She entered with grace, her blonde hair styled like a greek goddess, highlighting her beauty. She stood tall, crouching slightly to enter the shed.

Thomas in particular blushed as she entered:

"L..Lady?"

(This design may change)

Lady gazed down at Thomas and his friends and simply smiled "Yes, my dear...it has been a while, hasn't it?" She replied.

Mr Conductor exclaimed "I knew it!"

"Huh, ah dinnae know the Lost engine was capable of doin' this?" Junior said, scratching his head. Mr Conductor smiled "She's a god, Junior. She has powers beyond even our comprehensions"

Lady got on to her knees in front of the group "I'm truly sorry for the scare" She apologized. "But why did you do this?" Gordon asked. Lady sighed "Well, it was a...dare from Patch. He didn't think I'd be able to turn myself into a human. While I did find it silly, I saw it as a new way to use my power. I...well, didn't think in that moment that it would affect all of you. So...silly me!" She shrugged.

"That american boy with the horse caused this?" James guffawed. Speak of the devil – Patch came walking in, hands in his pockets with Lily and Burnett following after. The three stopped as soon as they saw the scene. Lily instantly shot Patch a look "Did you HAVE to dare Lady, Patch?"

"Hey, it's not my fault, I was curious!" He exclaimed. He stood nervously as the big engines began to surround him.

Gordon let out a low growl "So...you initiated this, did you?"

It was at this moment that Patch knew – he fucked up.

The end

(Dw, he lived)

[invisibleraven]

An arm sneaking around a waist, holding them close + peteperatterlina

"Hey angel, your wings tired? If so I know a place you can rest 'em"

Julie rolled her eyes at the guy trying to hit on her, like she hadn't heard lines like this a hundred times. "Order a drink or move along buddy."

"Beautiful creature like you needs to har sweet nothings so you loosen up some," the guy leered. "Or can't you take a compliment?"

"Since you didn't in the first place, no." Julie crossed her arms over her chest, and looked at him with a glare. "So order, or go."

"Whiskey, neat, and give me a shimmy while you're at it," the guys said. "Hurry up toots."

Reggie sidled up to Julie, sneaking his arm around her waist, pulling her in. "Hey babe, this jerk bothering you?"

Julie turned, looping her arms around his neck. "No, but can you make him his whiskey neat with a shimmy so I can go wash the ick off?"

"Sure thing," Reggie said, pecking her nose. Julie grinned and flounced off towards where Luke was checking IDs at the door. Reggie turned back to the patron and grinned. "So you wanted top shelf with a generous tip for bothering my girl right?"

The guy snorted. "She's probably used to it, working here, looking like that."

"Maybe, but she asked you to back off, so you show some respect and do it, or I get the bouncer over there-" he pointed to Luke who was cuddling Julie and then blew Reggie a kiss. "to escort you out and we can do without your patronage."

"Yeah right, I'm a regular and I spend a lot here," the guy said. "Your manager won't kick me out because the barmaid can't take a joke."

Reggie leaned over the bar then, baring his teeth, voice low. "Buddy I own this place, and I ain't ever seen you before. Plus since you came in you've been nursing the same cheap ass beer, haven't tipped, and then you offended my girl."

"The same girl who's making eyes at your bouncer?" the guy snarked.

"Oh he's mine too," Reggie said, beckoning Luke over. "Hey sweetie, this gentleman is just closing his tab for good, you wanna make sure he makes it out the door okay?"

"Sure thing sweetheart," Luke replied, helping the man up. "You heard the boss, out you go."

"Yeah well this place sucks anyways!" the guy yelled as he was escorted to the door. "And your girl is ugly!"

Maybe Luke gave him an extra shove at that, but no one saw anything if anyone asked.

"Thanks hun," Julie said, coming back behind the bar and kissing Reggie's cheek. "Sorry you lost a customer though."

"Eh, I can live without jerks like that in my place. We're pretty full as is, one lousy jerk ain't gonna break us," Reggie replied, pouring a cocktail for a lady at the other end of the bar. "You tell me if I gotta kick anyone else out."

"Or me," Luke said as he sat on a stool, nodding at Willie who had come to relieve him for a break. "Nothing better than throwing punks like that out on their ass."

"Yes yes you're both very macho, I gotta get back to work," Julie said. "You want nachos Luke?"

"And a Virgin Sunrise if you don't mind please," Luke requested.

"I'll make it, you go back to the office," she said to Reggie as he grabbed the grenadine. "Thanks again though. I can always defend myself, but sometimes it's nice to know I don't have to."

"Anytime darlin'," Reggie replied, sneaking a kiss to her lips and Luke's cheek before going back to the office, a happy smile on his face, and a bounce in his step.

But once he was done with this paperwork he was totally going to go steal half Luke's nachos and see if he could get Julie to take a break to share them with.

[furrbbyx]

M👹NSTER March: Day 3 (Petals)

This is monster fluff.

Male/nonbinary monsterxcis human man

Sfw

Approx 800 words

Do not reproduce, Do not copy.

"You can learn a lot of things from the flowers indeed!" You stomp your foot and send a cloud of grit back into the canopy of flowers. You'd been having a perfect morning until you'd dozed off in a field of flowers. Now it seemed you were trapped here, no taller than a fairy foxglove, forced to wander between the endless blades of grass. Thinking yourself lucky, you'd stumbled into the afternoon chorus of a patch of wildflowers. You listened politely and even added your warbling voice to the melody, but they'd turned out to be quite unhappy with your voice and hastily shoved you out of sight with serrated leaves and not a thorn pricks.

"A bunch of inane narscissists, the lot of them" You groused. You looked up into the sky as you walked and sighed. The gently waving tips of the grass only made the sky look further away than ever. 

"I completely agree." A voice wound around you from out of the foliage.

You turned in a circle where you stood trying to see who was speaking.

"Y-you do?"

A chuckle like a pebble dropped in a puddle rippled over you.

"Oh yes. It's unforgivably boorish." The voice was light and amused, drawing out the sound of the words a little strangely, but you still couldn't see the speaker.

You scanned the grasses again. Clovers, nodding blue sedge,  a stalk of shocking pink false-orchids, but no other creature that you could tell. You sat down on a twig with a Hmmph!

"Well it's boorish to act so mysteriously don't you think? You must go to the same etiquette school as those wild flowers." you let and tossed a hand carelessly. You'd had enough of this little foray. Never had you imagined making friends with plants would be so annoying.

"Forgive my lack of manners. My kind are unusually recluse."

"Your kind?" You asked nervously. A movement caught your eye as one of the flowers clustered on the orchid stalk unfurled and stretched its arms and legs down to the ground with the delicate air of a dandy gentleman.

"Oh!" with a screech you fell off the twig into the grass behind you. In a moment a magnificent pink mantis was standing over you, head cocked and watching you with bulbous opaque white eyes.

Its sleek body looked like a collection of animated petals. The arms, bent it front like a dainty lady's, the thorax, even the back of it's head had a petal like bonnet mimicking the flashy pink the flowers it had been hiding in.

It was so beautiful, that your heart started to race uncontrollably and a flush crawled up your collar and over your face.

It reached out to you with one of its appendages.

"I didn't mean to startle you. Please, let me help you up"

Dazed, you reached out and allowed yourself to be pulled back upright. Close enough now to see the soft texture of its body you tilted you head back and gazed into the mantis's face.

"Greetings, I am Leifenalias" It said and dipped its body down gracefully with a head nod.

The blush that had been brewing splashed violently over your nose and cheeks. You spluttered a bit before getting a hold of you manners.

"Ahem. I'm Providence." You returned his bow with a slight nod of your own and tried to straighten your shirt and sweater vest but realized you were still holding on to Leifenalias. You released your grip hurriedly.

"Nice you meet you Providence. And who are your kind?"

For a moment you're confused. You think back, what had you been talking about?

"Ah! Well I suppose humankind, but my mother hails from the royal maroons and my father is distant cousin to the prince Gaou." A bit of normalcy came with the familiar recitation of the points of your lineage.

"I supposed I've never met a human" said Leifenalias "Nor have I heard of the genus Maroon or Gaou. How fascinating."

You rubbed the back of your neck, flattered. This powerful, genteel creature thought you were fascinating.

"pas anyen" you mutter and tug at your earlobe.

"Do you mind?" Leifenalias said and before waiting for an answer lifted you chin. You blinked at the sunlight and the big eyes now observing you very closely. Leifenialis turned your head slowly back and forth, caressing your jaw. The inspection did nothing to help the jumble of arousal and shyness that was roiling in your stomach. You tried not to seem rude but you couldn't help your own exploration of the insect before you. The angular head framed by the curl of  the petal bonnet, the smooth movement of mandibles and twitching antennae. You wondered if his body was as pore less as it looked, and if the strange markings on its face, like ritual scars, would be be soft or chitinous. 

"Would you like to talk a walk with me Providence? I would like to atone for my earlier rudeness and I find myself wanting more of your company." Leifenalias's voice was quiet as he gazed into your face intently. You swallowed roughly.

"I-I would like that, yes" Were you a bit breathless, sounding too eager? 

"Lovely" The leg slipped from your jaw and was held out in front of you like a gentleman's arm. You placed your own atop it, shivering at the feel of the limb. Petal softness covering hard insect armor. 

You follow Leifenalias through the forest of green bladed grass, falling under the spell of their voice.

[squarebracket-trickster]

Romantic Snippets Tag

@lyra-brie (her post) I put off this tag for so long because I wanted to get to the "there was only bed scene" but I love this so much! Thank you.

I'm gonna tag @macabremoons because you are going to love this<3 I think it is my favourite moment in the whole novel. These two are such dumbasses.

and I am going to leave an **Open Tag** for anyone else who would like to because I do not know who on my tag list is writing a thing with romance in it.

without further ado...

“As you wish, my lady Adris,” Sorin replies smoothly. He lets his head fall back to expose his throat as though giving me the opportunity to slice it if I wished. “But before you do, I think now would be an adequate time to collect my winnings from our last bet.” “Oh?” I frown wondering what the jerk has up his sleeve this time. Why is he always one step ahead of me? “Yes, darling,” Sorin drawls, "Think of it this way"—a feather from the pillow I hit him with clings to his lip—“The terms of the bargain were: the loser must address the winner as ‘your highness’ for a whole day. Which means…” he pauses to grin at me again. “Do what ever pleases you—except kiss me"—he smirks, knowing full well that I would, if only to get even—“Do what ever pleases you, but not matter what happens I am going live through the whole day.” He has sorely underestimated me if he thinks being alive for an entire day is worth it. My lips graze his ear. Sorin’s breath hitches. “You will be eating those words,” I smirk, “your highness.” I can’t kiss him, but a girl has other weapons.

and a little later in the scene...

“I would be happy to share a bed with you, your highness,” I reply just to watch him squirm again. “But I will warn you that I do not plan to sleep in my overdress.” Sorin’s face flushes. “Fine,” he recovers a second too late. “But I am not sleeping in my overshirt either.” It’s my turn to briefly falter, but I recover faster than he did. “Fine." "Fine." How far can I take this? “If you are going to sleep with me, would you at least be a gentleman and help me out of this dress?” Sorin drags his finger lightly over the back of my dress collar. His touch is just faint enough that we can both agree later that it never happened but I feel it as though I am within a blazing fire that has engulfed every part of me from my feet to my hair. I have forgotten how to breathe. “Ask me properly,” he whispers into my ear, his finger still sliding along its path. I comb out my braids and toss my long hair behind me, brushing it over Sorin’s face before dragging it over my left shoulder. I glance over my right shoulder and part my lips with a gentle, drawn out breath. I feel like a strange fae creature come to seduce a powerful man and steal his soul. “Undress me, your highness,” I somehow say with a straight face. The skin of the nape of my neck shivers as Sorin breathes, “fuck.”

[aishangotome]

Chapter 11-17 Scarcity and Abundance (饑與節)

Chapter 11-13

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Paper Heart: The Kite unit dispatched to retrieve you yesterday has arrived in Yanshi, but due to the war, they need to take a detour around the foothills.

Paper Heart: They should reach your location in three days. I have also contacted the Yuan clan as instructed...

You: Did the Yuan clan agree to come and get him?

Paper Heart: Both Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu have replied. I don't know who will arrive first.

You: It doesn't matter... That's all for now, someone's coming.

Old Woman: My lady, the hot water and herbs you requested are ready... It wasn't easy finding these things in these chaotic times...

You: Here is your payment, please take it.

We have temporarily settled in this impoverished village. His injuries are too severe, and I can't take him any further alone.

Old Woman: My lady, there's one more thing. I went to deliver food to that man at noon, but he wouldn't eat anything...

You: I understand. Give me the food box, I'll take it to him.

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You: Are you not used to the simple food of the countryside?

He lies on the straw mat without any reaction. Flies buzz around his wounds.

You: I'll feed you. Open your mouth... Don't turn away!

Yuan Ji: I... I'm not hungry...

You: Don't turn away, eat the food!

Yuan Ji: ... A gentleman... shouldn't eat like this...

You: If you don't eat, you'll die here.

You: There will be no historical records about you. Although dying from hunger strike is heroic, no one will know how you died here.

I put the spoon to his lips and try to push it in, but his tightly clenched teeth refuse it.

After several attempts, I give up on making this person eat.

Silence fills the room. A gentle breeze swirls around, and the sounds of countryside songs drift into the vast sky outside...

Yuan Ji: ... During those days in Chang'an... were you... like this too?

You: Yes, but I opened my mouth and ate.

Yuan Ji: That's truly remarkable... You surpass me...

You: I'm not competing with you. You need to hold on until the Yuan clan comes to get you. If they find a corpse, I won't be able to explain myself.

Yuan Ji: Then does Your Highness need a suicide note from me to prove your innocence...?

You: You're blind, what can you write?

Yuan Ji: ... My handwriting will always be that of the eldest son of the Yuan clan.

You: I never really thought you could be so infuriating.

Yuan Ji: So, Your Highness remembers what I said before. Which sentence do you remember most vividly?

With the soft rustling of his clothes, he moves towards me and whispers...

Yuan Ji: ... Is it this one?

Yuan Ji: ......... "It's called the Lowlight Lotus"

Yuan Ji: ... A flower born in the night, after shedding all its splendor... is nothing more than... ordinary vegetation.

Yuan Ji: All its ugliness, all its malice, will be laid bare in the daylight.

You: Yes. I should have known. You... are a creature of pure... self-interest.

Yuan Ji: Only by becoming a creature of pure self-interest can one truly obtain benefits.

Yuan Ji: For the sake of the Yuan clan, I don't care how the world will judge Yuan Ji...

You: ... Do you not care about my judgment either?

He reaches out into the endless darkness, as if trying to grasp something, but finally gives up dejectedly.

Yuan Ji: Only those with humanity care. Yuan Ji's humanity was entrusted to the Yuan clan many years ago.

Yuan Ji: That's how people are. They will always place gold, family name, origin, faction, gender, these things, above humanity.

After saying this, he remains silent for a long time; I sit beside him, unable to sort out the jumble of thoughts in my mind. After a long while, he sighs softly...

Yuan Ji: I'm very thirsty, I want to drink some tea... Could you trouble yourself... to brew a cup of tea?

You: If you drink the tea, will you eat properly?

He nods, lying on the filthy straw mat, quietly closing his eyes.

It's not easy to find tea leaves in the countryside, maybe the village elder might have some... In any case, I'll satisfy this request of his first.

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I get up and walk towards the door. Suddenly, panicked shouts erupt from the villagers outside--

Villager: Run!!! The Xiliang army is here!!! Run--

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Chapter 11-21

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[prodigaldaughteralice]

microdosing on exploring my gender by keeping the she/they pronoun pin I bought at the con on my shelf and not wearing it

[charmingdiluc]

i. ❝ LOVER ❞

i. GENSHIN VOICE LINES ABOUT YOU! (1/?)

❝ ladies and gentleman, will you please stand? with every guitar string scar on my hand, i take this magnetic force of a man to be my LOVER. ❞

part 2: PAPER RINGS

♡ genshin impact x gn!reader

characters: ayato, thoma, kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe, itto, & dainsleif

tw/cw: a little angsty on dainsleif.

author's note: i'm sorry if some are little OOC!

" the nice person at the counter today? that’s my lover, y/n... they gave you a free drink and snack? that’s definitely something they do to people that they deemed nice, you’re wondering why during the attack of dvalin they weren’t here... that’s because they’re a scholar at sumeru academia, every time they get time off the academia they help me in handling the tavern, i'm glad they weren't here or else you would've see me in a worried state every second."

“ yes yes, the rumors are true, i am dating the one and only captain y/n, come on paimon why are you looking at me like that? it’s shocking? come on now, anyone falls for my charm and it happens that my amazing y/n fell for it~ “

“ y/n was merely a mortal when i first met them, i was present to the first people of liyue, and they were one of them, when celestia granted them a geo vision they showed it to me proudly even saying they’ll be the next geo archon, i'm glad that i can spend time with them not as gods anymore but mere mortals. "

" the person with teucer earlier? oh! that's my fantastic lover! although both of us are always so busy we barely have time to spend together and but when we do have time, we go back to snezhnaya and do fun things with my family, my family loves them so much that when i go back to snezhnaya without them, they look at me as if i committed a heinous crime! "

" oh, hi traveler and paimon! i made (favorite animal) shaped cookies for y/n today, i'll give the both of you three cookies each! does it taste good? it's perfect? thank you! i had to ask lady ayaka for help because i lost the ingredient list and i didn't memorize the ingredients. but anyways, i'll be off to y/n now, stay safe traveler and paimon! "

" y/n? you mean my love, my bro, my dude, my tcg buddy, my onikabuto hunting partner, my partner in crime, my snack dealer, and basically my everything! granny oni adores y/n! they're buddy buddy with that kujou tengu though *scoff* but that doesn't matter, y/n always beats me in onikabuto fighting, i don't have a single idea how they do that! maybe it's the immense luck archons give to my amazing beautiful fantastic lover! too much? okay. "

" one of my greatest members of the shuumatsuban? it's y/n, and no, i'm not being based just because they're my lover.

before we even started dating they're already my most talented member, swift moves, great at deceptions, and so on, i could go on for hours describing how amazing they are. "

" so you remember y/n? well...i still couldn't find them, they were a great inventor, writer, and alchemist, as well as one of the best knights khaenri'ah had, maybe they joined the abyss or became like these mindless creatures...perhaps, our love was in a wrong time and wrong place. "

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[ikevamp-shrine]

Who do you think Leonardo would let in on a threesome or giving a hall pass to let MC just so she can feel the pleasure of a vampire bite?

Arthur is a definite no lol. Just because he tends to talk of more... mature... things like it's an everyday casual occurrence (which for him I guess it is). The poor overprotective Papi's blood would boil just at the thought of Arthur discussing his Cara mia's affections so breezily.

Comte is another definite no… for the biting part at least. I feel like if biting wasn't involved Comte would be his first choice due to him knowing the man inside😉 and out. Purebloods can feel each others' emotions, strong ones at least, so Leonardo would be able to monitor Comte more intimately than the lessers. Plus Leonardo knows while Comte tries his damn hardest to keep up his 'gentleman' presona - the man is an absolute beast in the sheets and would make MC scream. And the thought turns him on to the max when he pushes down the initial burst of unbridled jealousy and possessiveness. This guard dog doesn't like others touching his bone but he trusts Comte more than most, even if he is another pureblood. (Purebloods are inherently jealous and possessive creatures so the thought of Comte touching what's his causes his protective nature to sky-rocket.) Comte’s a massive switch and while Leo leans more towards being a top, he’d gladly fold his hands and bend his knees for the resident golden mommy when the situation demanded it. So while there might be a few tense moments when it comes to sliding into their roles, they’d eventually figure it out and blend deliciously like gold dusted dark chocolate and strong whiskey.

Isaac is a no because Leonardo would be too worried about him losing control and hurting MC. If he wasn't an adverbant Leo would be all for it. Besides he would get a kick out of seeing Isaac all blushy and whimpering for MC. (It would make him proud of her lol)

Jean is a yes if he would get over his 'I'm a monster' deal. Leonardo knows he would be gentle and treat the lady of the mansion like a queen with how respectful and protective of her honor he is in his everyday life. He also has a very strong hold on his blood lust so Leo wouldn't have to worry about him losing control. Jean, being a switchy creature of midnight, would be submissive towards both Leonardo and MC so there wouldn't be a power-play struggle. It’s a win win in Leo’s mind.

Dazai is a probably not just because the man is a blank page that randomly flashes with neon colors. Basically, he's too hard to read and sporadic for Leonardo to feel safe putting MC in the way of his fangs.

Shakespeare is a maybe leaning towards a strong no. He's too shady and has too many secrets for comfort. But he's also an extremely respectful gentleman that drinks his respect woman juice every morning. If Leonardo was in the mood for a tense and horrendously kinky fuck session with passive aggressive phrases and burning glares he would be okay with it.

Leonardo knows Theo is just a big teddy bear with thorns but there's still a constant worry in the back of his mind that Theo would be a little too rough with her. MC is also pretty sensitive (at least in Leonardo's route) so he would be afraid of Theo saying something that was somewhat too harsh to be considered teasing. Leonardo teases her, don't get me wrong, but it is entirely different from Theo's sharp-tongued borderline bullying quips and nicknames. Leo would also be aware of the fact Theo is hung like a horse (and while Leonardo is too, Theo is a loootttt thicker than Leo) and might be too much for MC to handle (at least at first). Theo would be grumpy about it and would talk sooo much shit but he would 100% submit to Leo. So Theo is another maybe if mister Italian pride is okay with taking turns (cause like unless MC is a freaking bottomless pit there ain’t no way in hell she takin both of ‘em) and keeping Theo’s mouth under control.

Mozart is an eh. He might piss Leo off with his cold and bratty attitude which he most definitely would have if he was having to share MC with Leo. He might take his frustrations out on MC by overwhelming her and Leonardo really doesn't feel like breaking a pianist's fingers. So eh.

Sebastian couldn't bite her but Leonardo would be down for a threesome.

Napoleon would be an easy yes. He knows how to please a woman, is on good terms with Leonardo, doesn't have an overly rough personality, and is very respectful and protective of MC. The ex emproer checks off almost all the boxes besides the submission thing. He wouldn't necessarily submit to the dirt old Italian but he would work with Leo to overcome a goal which would be to take away MC's ability to walk but whatever. Napoleon could surely get his noodle wet if he wanted to.

Hunky pasta man wouldn't hesitate when it came to Vincent. I mean come on. What wouldn't he do right? He would immediately submit and would have only the purest -but still naughty- intentions when handling Cara mia like the richest piece of treasure. They could also collaborate and use MC's body as a canvas (of course using flesh-safe paint). MC's wellbeing and pleasure would be the only thing on Vincent's mind so Leo wouldn't have to worry about him losing control or overwhelming her. The only downside is how Theo would blame the elder vampire for 'corrupting' his precious boer. He might also think about Vincent getting addicted and wanting more than a sexual relationship and then overstepping boundaries Leonardo is uncomfortable with. They would be a great combo though... I mean the demanding and commanding, frustrating and incredibly filthy words being soothed by a warm smile, gentle touches and sweet whispers of encouragement is just a beautiful cocktail of sex that just washes over the tongue and makes your toes tingly.

[dreamwritesimagines]

I love AU hcs where Elias is too caught up in his angst and love over Cecily to realize Anthony and Cherié are falling in love. My brother in Christ, these are the two people you are closest to. You're either with one or with the other and they are too rich to be subtle about anything. Wdym you were too busy with your feelings for Cece, Cece is literally her best friend, she also sees her all the time???

Just imagine, they all grew up together and he knows all about his beautiful sister's yearning for love and how Anthony, his dashing friend, literally will always stop to talk to her or asks how she is, sometimes he even ignores Elias (yk the one person in Avon House who it's not inappropriate for him to see) to do it

but will that stop Elias from being a fucking idiot? No.

"Did you see that Frenchman dancing with your sister? Twice! The gall- Are you alright?"

"Anthony...I think I just fell in love."

"Grand. I didn't catch his name but she told me he inquired about her presence in the Opera House..."

Or

"..and she is the most beautiful, most enchanting creatur I have ever met...not that it will matter, the ton will eat her alive if I-"

"Oh we will overcome this, Eli, I'm sure. True love will always prevail. Say... what is the name of the Lady Anthony is talking to?"

"Huh? Cherié, I'm in distress!"

"Yes and that's quite alright. Christ her dress is so outdated-"

And

"Honestly, Eli. You and your father must do something about the amount of gentlemen seeking to court her, at the club, I heard them making wagers! Wagers! Over who would marry the diamond of the season, I swear-"

"Why don't you court her?"

"...what?"

"Yes. For this season, of course. I hardly think any man here is worthy of my sister, and I'm sure all this nonsense will halt by the next. You as my close friend will make the others lose their fighting spirit and I trust you to be a perfect gentleman in your task to ward away suitors from her."

"...right. yes, of course that's what you meant... do you think she'll have an issue with this plan of yours?"

"I think she'll be furious but she'll see it's for her own good. There's scarcely any good men in London this season and you are like a brother to her, you'd be looking after her in a way I cannot."

"...did she say that? Call me that? Brother-"

"What? Who cares? I think I saw Cecily promenading with Lord William, Anthony. Walk faster!"

Darling oh my God! OMG I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS-

I’m totally gonna fangirl over you and your writing, so I’m putting it under read more😂

I am literally grinning at my screen rn, this is hilarious and SO GOOD! ❤😍

My brother in Christ, these are the two people you are closest to. You're either with one or with the other and they are too rich to be subtle about anything. Wdym you were too busy with your feelings for Cece, Cece is literally her best friend, she also sees her all the time??? Elias being totally blind to anyone and anything else but Cece will never stop being funny😂 ALSO, “TOO RICH TO BE SUBTLE”, HELP-

Anthony ignoring Elias to talk to Cherie at their own house when he’s supposedly there for Elias meanwhile Elias is “I wonder what Cece is doing right now” 😂

but will that stop Elias from being a fucking idiot? No. I can actually hear this 😂

Your writing is so good I am dying at these! 😍😍😍

"Anthony...I think I just fell in love."

"Grand. I didn't catch his name but she told me he inquired about her presence in the Opera House..."NEITHER OF THEM IS LISTENING TO THE OTHER😂 Anthony would be badmouthing Pierre nonstop meanwhile Elias is basically having hearts spinning around his head, going like,

“Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming, there is no way such a beauty walks among us mortals.”

“Are you going to do something about this or shall I?”

“You mean I should ask her for a dance? I don’t even think she’d look my way.”

“He cannot ask her for a dance twice, it will give the wrong impression not to mention-“

“What are you talking about?”

“What? That man dancing with your sister, what are you talking about?”

“My sister can dance with whoever she wants Anthony— do you know that lady’s name? Over there?”

“Yeah that’s Cecily Trenlove— I’m sure she didn’t want to dance with him twice Elias, go intimidate him!”

And Cherie being just as jealous as Anthony when he spares so much as a glance at someone else 😂

"Yes and that's quite alright. Christ her dress is so outdated-"

Cherie 🤝 Anthony

Not listening to Elias at all while the other is paying attention to someone else 😂

She would be grumbling nonstop throughout Anthony’s dance with that lady while Elias is like;

“I wish I could just dance with her the whole night.”

“Honestly, who picked her dress? Her grandmother from her grave?”

“Do you think I could ask her for a dance for the second time? The ton would talk but-“

“The ton does nothing but talk, go ask her for a dance after you tell me about that lady.”

“Lady Charlotte?”

“Yes, who is she?”

“Oh she’s a duke’s daughter, she has a lot of suitors. A lot of men find her beautiful, not even close to my only love of course but-“

“Does Anthony?”

“Hm?”

“Does Anthony find her beautiful?”

“I don’t know, I guess? He is dancing with her after all.”

“You must go and tell Anthony her dress is outdated.”

“….Yes I’m sure he will care a lot about that.”

OMG Cherie as the diamond awwww! ❤ And that dialogue, it’s genius! 😍😱

"I think she'll be furious but she'll see it's for her own good. There's scarcely any good men in London this season and you are like a brother to her, you'd be looking after her in a way I cannot."

"...did she say that? Call me that? Brother-" Anthony’s brain just made a record scratch sound the moment he heard that lollll😂

He would be walking beside Elias and go like,

“But she didn’t say that, right?”

“What?”

“She didn’t say that she sees me like a brother?”

“I mean no but I’d say she does. She should, at least.”

“No no, she shouldn’t—”

“We all grew up together and you’re the only man I trust in the ton for the task. I mean I know for a fact that you would never entertain the idea of courting her for real and those lords will stop, so everyone wins.”

“Right. But I mean, would she?”

“Hm?”

“Entertain the idea that I would court her?”

“….Pfft, good joke Anthony. I almost fell for it, you can be hilarious when you want to—now make haste, I want to see whether Cecily likes Lord William’s companionship.”

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING HONEY! 😍❤❤ Thank you so much for this! ❤❤❤

[lowkeyerror]

Visit From a Vampire

Rita Farr x Vampire Reader

Word Count: 1171

Warnings: Blood sucking

Summary: You go looking for Niles after your supplements have been stolen by Mr.Nobody

An: Part 2

Masterlist

" Y/n L/n, to what do we owe the pleasure?"

I smirked at the former Hollywood star," The pleasure is all mine Ms.Farr. Though I'm afraid these aren't the best circumstances."

" What's the problem Y/n"

" Well it seems though someone named Mr.Nobody has thrown me into whatever game it is you're playing."

" What do you mean, he's thrown you into the game?" Jane questioned me, panic evident in her voice.

" Well I used to stay here, you know.  I've got my own problems I've been avoiding, some stuff Niles couldn't particularly fix."

" You mean the..." Larry interjected.

" Yes."

" Ok that's nice and all but who the hell are you?" A metal man aggressively yelled at me.

" I'm Y/n L/n"

" Ok but what's your deal?  My brain is in a metal machine, Rita falls apart, Larry's radioactive, Jane has other personalities, and Cyborg has daddy issues."

" You don't have to answer him Y/n?" Rita glared at the metal gentleman.

" It's quite fine Rita. Well metal man the best way to describe my ailment is creature of the night."

I let my fangs out and flashed them at him.

" So you're a bloodsucker?"

My eyes turned a deep shade of red and I flew towards the hunk of metal, lifting him high in the air.

" If I dropped you from here you'd shatter and I presume there's no Niles to put you back together again"

" I'M SORRY LADY, PLEASE DON'T DROP ME"

I reluctantly flew back down and released the robot man.

" This is what happens when you don't think before you speak Cliff" Jane patted his shoulder.

" So what exactly happened to you?" Cyborg was the one to ask.

I think he meant, how did I become a vampire but that's not a story I tell strangers.

" Long story short he broke into my house, stole my supply, and my suppressants. He left a note that said I should visit my friends and now I'm here."

" Supply of what?" Cliff was officially my least favorite of the group.

" Of blood you idiot?" I couldn't see his eyes, but I knew Larry was rolling them.

" So you're telling me we're supposed to let you stay here with us, knowing you're completely unstable," Cyborg was already shaking his head at the situation.

Rita gave the boy a pointed look," You are in no way in charge of this household. Y/n will stay here regardless of your opinion or anyone else's. So get used to seeing her."

With that Rita grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs. I had to admit she hadn't aged a day since the last time I'd seen her. I was taken aback by how her beauty persisted through all of our time apart.

" You hungry?" Rita plopped on the bed and looked up at me.

" Starved, but I couldn't possibly feed at this hour. Someone would catch me for sure"

She shook her head slightly, before approaching me," Y/n, I offered because I was willing to supply."

I froze up. Long ago, when I first stayed at Niles's manor he couldn't quite perfect the formula for my supplements. Rita's condition allowed for her to give me an almost unlimited supply of her blood without being injured.

Her blood was intoxicating, there were times where I had thought I would drain her of it all but I never did. Niles came up with the suppressants before the supplements. The suppressants kept me from going too crazy with Rita.

Now the supplements were tablets filled with a faux-blood that had the properties of real blood just without the slaughter. When Niles perfected it, I stopped drinking from Rita.

The supplements weren't as good but they did their job. But now I don't have any stupid supplements or suppressants. Drinking from Rita could be dangerous.

" Rita, I don't think that's a good idea."

" Why not? You used to do it all the time."

I looked away from her as I felt the shame manifest inside of me," I don't know if I can control myself Rita. I haven't had real blood in decades, I don't want to get carried away."

She placed her hand on mine," You're not going to hurt me."

" How do you know?"

" Because I know you'd never hurt me."

She hadn't become any less enchanting over the years. Still so easy to fall for. I'd fallen for her back then but she was with captain helmet or whatever. Now here we are, present day, and it seems that my feelings never faded.

She moved so that her back was against my front. She tilted her head to the side, giving me access to her neck. I hesitantly reached up and swept away the hair that was in the way.

My fingers grazed her neck and I could feel her pulse. It was low and steady, the sound of it echoed in my head. I couldn't control myself as my fangs made themselves noticeable.

" Rita," I whispered as I let my lips touch the skin of her neck.

She let out a quiet ' hmm' in response. " Your skin is entirely beautiful"

She let out a little laugh," You and I both know that's not true. You've seen me at my worst."

" Yes I have and I still stand by the fact that your skin holds an eternal beauty"

I could see the skin on her neck heat up as I complimented her. " I see you're just as romantic as you were when you left."

My hands clasped around the front of her waist," I would've romanced you decades ago if you would've let me."

I let my fangs glide along her neck and she let out a small moan.

" I was with Steve then," she pointed out.

" You're not with him now," I rebutted.

" What an astute observation," I could tell she was smiling.

" Be mine, Rita," my mouth found it's way to her earlobe and she threw her head back even further.

" I've always been yours Y/n, now bite me."

I sunk my fangs into her neck and drank greedily. Her blood tasted just like I remembered. I felt her back rubbing against my front, almost begging me to take more. I removed my fangs from her neck, replacing them with my tongue.

I licked up the blood surrounding the bite before sucking harshly on Rita's neck. When I removed my mouth the holes from the bite were gone. Now replaced by a large sized hickey.

" You taste so fucking good Rita," she spun around in my arms without warning and placed her lips on mine. Our lips molded perfectly against each other.

When the kiss broke Rita pushed me down onto her bed," You haven't tasted all of me yet"

My eyes followed the length of her body as she slowly undressed. I was going to speak but I lost all trains of thought after her next words.

She straddled my lap and looked directly into my eyes.

" Don't be afraid to bite Y/nn."

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Allurement: Matters of Trivialities

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

With their plates half-filled, Namjoon enjoyed the delicacies the buffet offered, but he enjoyed watching her eat and being content even more. The way her eyebrows rose as soon as she tasted the tiny cupcakes had his heart simultaneously fluttering and melting. If only could he be so open about how he saw her, even though he could not help smiling down at her, he had to hold back a sigh. But he needed to be careful. He knew that prying eyes were everywhere. So he kept up his stoic face for the most part, except for the slight twitches of his lips every time (Y/N) spoke to him.

The evening was a cakewalk, as much as he wished to dance with her, it would not have been appropriate. He had been on the dance floor though, with other ladies who assumed that they still had a chance with him. He had been polite, declining their verbal advances. Now and then his eyes would wander to her, to make sure that no other pesky men approached her. Thankfully, her reserved nature and status as his secretary had played into it and she had been all by herself as long as he had to be on the dance floor, while she enjoyed various drinks and food served and offered.

"I'm sorry, I could not deny the ladies, that would have been rude." he apologised as soon as he was freed from the obligation and returned to her with a drink in his grasp.

"I understand, you do not need to explain to me, Sir." her smile never reached her eyes, he noticed, and he wondered if he had upset her in any way but his attention was caught by the smudge of whipped cream at the corner of her tinted lips, and without a second thought, his thumb moved to wipe off the cream, startling her. His thumb lingered a moment or two longer before he was compelled to retract it "Uh, there was whipped cream, on your lips." her delicate lips parted in surprise before the tip of her tongue peeped out slightly, the act, though innocent and simple, held the power to make him gulp and clear his throat.

"Oh, thanks. So, any more business associates?" she asked, clearing her throat to ignore the tension that had fallen between them, it was heavy, smothering but all too addictive for him. He could not measure her stand though. She was such a shy creature after all.

"No, no more business associates, we can go home if you would like? Or..." he was considering the options, weighing the risks of taking her to the dance floor and enjoy at least one twirl with her, but it all went to the drain when she spoke up almost immediately.

"Yes, please. I would like to go home if you don't mind."  he could only nod with a 'sure' before making his way towards the host to bid him goodnight and leading (Y/N) out of the gigantic hall.

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The drive back to her apartment had been quiet, but the silence this time was different. There was no comfort in it, and (Y/N) had faced the window for the most part, except for Namjoon's attempts to spark a conversation.

"Thank you, Sir, I will see you tomorrow in the office, drive safe." her voice was low, almost a whisper, and her eyes never met his, instead, she chose to unlock the door and get off the vehicle with quick movements.

"(Y/N)! Wait! What is it?" Namjoon was quick to get off the car as well, rounding up to meet her midway. She finally turned, but her eyes were glassy. His hands instinctively rose to touch her cheek but she stepped away "Are you alright?"

"Y-yes, I am good, just tired." but he was not convinced, blocking her way, he towered in front of her, yet did not let his expression hardened, even when cornered, he wanted her to feel safe with him, not threatened.

"No, something is bothering you, tell me?"

"Sir, there is nothing bothering me, it's getting late so please excuse me—"

"Is it because I had left you all by yourself for such a long time? That was never my intention!" he was growing restless.

"I did not mind being alone, it is my job to cater to your professional needs, so, being at the event was my duty as well, it's getting late, goodnight."

"Did someone say something to you?" her eyes widened for a tiny moment before she looked away "So someone did say something to you. Who was it?"

"How does it matter?" her voice rose slightly before she sighed and stepped further away "I'm sorry, it's getting late, and it does not matter,"

"It does matter." only knew how he had managed to keep himself from raising his voice, but his tone was firm "You are...You are my employee and every employee matters for me."

"Yes, I am nothing more than your secretary, so such a trivial incident does not count, goodnight—"

"If it upsets you it is not trivial, you matter to me!" her eyes reflected surprise at his words "And you are more than 'just an employee' to me, so when it comes to you, it matters the most." the words had slipped out of his mouth, but not the mask of the 'perfect gentleman'. He had restrained himself from dragging her back into the car, locking the doors and then interrogating her. That was what he had wanted to do, alongside kissing her senseless of course.

"Wh...What?" her voice was no more than a whisper, but it fueled a surge of immense passion in him.

"You mean more than my secretary. I breathe you (Y/N), and my heart beats in your name. Can't you see?"

"S-stop." she attempted to step back, but he held her arm in a firm but gentle grip.

"Too late, I have already spiralled down in this." his breathing was ragged and his thoughts were turning scrambled, even for a man as composed as him. She was slipping from his grasp, he could feel it.

Before he could fathom his own actions, his hand was already behind her neck and his lips had crashed on hers.

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It went from 10 to 100 pretty quick

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[spoop-doll]

A Dull Day At The Cemetery

An Albert fic where Albert is being his creepy gentleman self and successfully creeps out someone...ENJOY! (Also sorry if Albert is ooc, it's 4am where I'm at)

It was an uneventful day in Carey; nothing really happens in Ohio, but in Carey, with all the supernatural creatures and mysterious deaths that haunt this small insignificant town, it is a sign of relief for the innocent civilians who just want to live life to the fullest until their time has come.

But a good day for the people of Carey Ohio, was a dull day for the icons of halloween horror nights.

When days like these come around to bear it’s ugly face, some of fear’s heralds plot their next strike on their future victims, while others go out with some friends to relax and kill some time.

But for our Caretaker; he strolls around his cemetery, feeling the spirits of Carey’s departed loved ones, with the crisp wind flowing through his silver locks, letting himself drown in the calmness after being frustrated with not getting the results he so desperately desires from his live amputations, only being left with the blooded body of his dead volunteer.

He just sighs and takes in the beauty of the dark elements surrounding him.

But something unexpected catches Albert’s grey eye…

His eyes widened at the fair sight of a young lady admiring his flowers, smiling at them while looking around the graveyard.

‘Nobody hardly ever visits here…how curious’

Albert stares at the bright young girl until she feels that unknowing eyes are watching her every move. The girl suddenly looks behind her and sees that one of Carey’s most feared is staring directly at her. Once the girl notices Albert’s presence, the old mortician began to walk to his visitor, unbenounced to him (or benounced to him) the young thing was panicking internally.

‘I should have been more careful…Who knows what is going to happen now? Do I run? Do I stand here and wait for my time to come? Why is he not blinking?’

All these thoughts plagued the lady’s mind to where she hadn’t noticed that the man she was so wary of was now mere inches away from her.

“Hello?”

“Huh? Oh! Um…hello Dr.Caine how are you?”, the lady said while biting at her nails, embarrassed of her lack of attention to her surroundings. Albert took a mental note of the girl’s mannerism.

“I’ve been faring quite well, today has been quite dull hasn’t it?”

“Yes! I mean yes, I just wanted to take a walk through the graveyard and I noticed the beautiful flowers, did you plant them?”

Albert chuckles proudly, “Yes actually, sometimes my daughter helps me with them, it’s a fun little thing I started doing around the grounds.”

“Aw that’s sweet.”

‘The Caretaker has a green thumb? Huh, that’s kinda cute…’

The lady now started to have conflicting feelings towards the elderly man infront of her, she had been told stories about what goes on in the Caine funeral home and what they do with Carey’s dead. But from what she’s seeing the so-called ‘cannibal’ and ‘graverobber’ seems like a very intimidating but wholesome single father who likes gardening. But she shouldn’t let her guard down this easily, it could just be a facade, an act, she can’t give the title of trustworthy just yet…you can’t never be sure who to trust in Carey.

While the conflicted mortal was thinking about where to go from this situation, Albert has been analyzing her movements, from the biting of her nails, to the nervous look in her eyes, and the pausing between sentences. It was pretty clear that she was uncomfortable with his presence, and to be honest who wasn’t.

As much as he doesn’t look as horrid as some of his fellow icons, he was far from nice looking, with his gaunt facial features, the wrinkles all over his body, the yellowing of his teeth, the darkness around his eyes, and his creepy mannerisms make him feel very unapproachable. And the stories the townsfolk had been saying about him for years made him very uneasy to talk to…

To the lady’s discomfort, Albert brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear, the poor girl wanted to shudder at his touch but she just looked at him with wide eyes, that earned a smirk from the sly herald of death.

“I feel it was rude of me to not ask this, but if you don’t mind, what is your name?”

“M-my name?”

“Yes dear girl, can you please tell me your name, if you don’t mind.”

‘What do I do? I shouldn’t say but…’

“My name is Elizabeth, nice to meet you.”

Albert starts to gently hold Elizabeth’s hands, which gets reciprocated from her.

“What a beautiful name-”

“Daddy! Daddy! I need you!”

The two adults look back towards the dark Victorian funeral home and hear the shrill voice of a small child that the Caretaker knows all too well.

“I’m sorry dear Elizabeth, but unfortunately my daughter needs my assistance.” ‘Thank god for Cindy’

“Don’t worry Dr.Caine, I should be on my way anyway!”

Before Elizabeth could pull her hands away from Albert’s cold grasp, Albert kissed her hands in a farewell motion until finally freeing them.

“Alright, well take care then my dear.” “You as well sir, goodbye!” The girl yells as she speed walks out of the Caine property feeling icky but somewhat curious of the new acquaintance she made.

‘Take care sweet Elizabeth, for tonight your time hasn’t come yet, but soon it will…’

Albert says mentally to himself as he watches Elizabeth slither out of sight, before heading inside to take care of business.

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

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[Tags & Tw] Slavery, grooming, abuse, human pet auction, implied/referenced noncon, noncon touching, magnetic restraint implants, drugging/non-consensual drug use, vampire whumpee, they/them whumpee

"This one is damaged, paper says. Apparently the physical defects didn't fix in the turning process."

"Shit, mark it down and put it in with the rest of'em anyways. Just tell the man up front to run a deal."

"You don't think boss'll care?"

"Money is money, right? So long as these bloodsuckers sell, he won't give two fucks."

It was dark as the room filled with stagnant silence, the audience waiting with baited breath for the lights to switch on and announcer to appear.

When he did, it was a little less than grand; a well-suited gentleman taking center stage and cradling a mic close to his lips.

"Welcome to the 500th, yes you heard it right ladies and gentlemen, 500th auction of Lifepets."

Uproarious clapping filled the renovated opera house and it took a long pause to wait for it to thin down. When it did, everyone's attention was hinged on the man's every word.

"I'm pleased to inform that because of this enormous milestone, we've gone above and beyond. Tonight, we'll be auctioning off 50 freshly turned pets."

A cheerful response from the audience would be in any other case, a jovial thing. In this happenstance, it was an ugly, terrifying sound.

"They have been trained briefly, defanged, microchipped and magnetic implants have been surgically installed to each of their limbs for tangle free restraint."

The crowd gave slight chatter amongst themselves, 'ooh's' and 'ahh's' being given the more that the man's voice denoted across the speakers. There was an air of impatience, with every minute spent in lingering wait for the beginning of the festivities.

"Each of the pets will start at a low, low bid of $5,500. And the filing process will be a low, set rate of $500 for this special night only."

Large display monitors flipped on behind the tables and chairs that were set up for guests, their image turning to a small string of information about the upcoming, first selling item. All sight turned to peek at it and very little description was given seeing as the pet would be brought out on stage soon.

"We thank you all from the bottoms of our hearts for helping make this possible and keeping our business thriving. Whether you're looking for a caretaker, a sexual partner, release for that anger you don't have to feel guilty for... Lifepets has you covered."

At the 'joke' the man had made, there was laughter of all kinds and some lasted longer than others and each had it's own tone. Embarrassment, genuine humor, some patrons looked at each other with slimy grins that spread ear to ear. Like it really was such a funny thing to tease about.

"Without further delay, if everyone could look at the screens in the back of the building. To get us started right, we're going to drop the initial bid for this first pet down to $500. You could pay as little as $1,000 to take them home tonight."

The first vampire was brought out in the darkness of the stage behind the announcer, their limp, doll-like body being propped up in such a way that it held itself up. Whatever drugs they were given were strong, they couldn't manage to pull their head up much from it's half-mast position on their shoulders.

The screens displayed in large, white font on black backgrounds.

22 Years old at turning.

Blonde hair, blue eyes.

One tattoo, no major scarring.

60 days mandatory training completed.

More bright, blinding overheads turned on and it made the bound vampire on stage want to recoil into a ball despite their lethargy. Everything had giant, shining prisms casting off every beam of light; the reflections off mirrors and glass tables illuminating the room with a dim ambiance.

A gloved man grabbed the downcast head of the terrified creature and forced it's head up to meet eyes with the crowd. A tinge of piercing blue cast a ring in other worldly eyes and pupils trembled in what they saw before them.

Wolves, it was like a pack of hungry wolves. Being promised they can torment and torture without the need to feel anything akin to remorse. Even though they were once human, the modification to their DNA made all the difference. The stillness to their heart and deadened response to their lungs was the damning physical traits that lead them to a life of servitude.

"Now I won't lie to you... The discount is for damage, from what we understand, this pet has a few physical conditions that weren't reversed in the transformation process. It's left ear is deaf and left eye blind. All the better though, huh? Wouldn't be hard to sneak up on this one, hahaha."

The gloved man turned the vampires face towards the near-by projector camera and fingers squeezed into the hollows of their cheeks to tell them to open their mouth. When they did, two gaping extractions were throwing off their bite-line, teeth missing all together to prove their fangs had been dealt with.

"Give a little something sexy for the camera..." The man whispered and shoved a leather cased thumb against a plush, pink tongue. It idly wrapped around the digit and dry, uncared for lips closed in an absent sucking motion.

"Their second virginity hasn't been claimed, though, they've been shown how to do a little of the basics. So you're able to get them put to work right away."

No matter where the vampire looked, there was a seedy, low-brow looking person, staring them down like a predator to prey. Their mind was overwhelmed by the drugs in their system but also the thought of eventually being alone with one of these menacing faces.

Drool now clung to their lips from the unwelcomed finger in their mouth but once it was gone, the distraction was over and it almost made the vampire whimper in distress. They just wanted to get it over with, or stay with their handlers. At least the handlers had a guide of loose rules they had to follow.

The more that the man talked, the more the faces around them contorted with plans of sadistic glee. The vampires vision doubled at times, making the room spin with dozens of sets of prying eyes and wicked smiles.

A particularly cruel tug at the magnetic restraints and the gloved man had the vampire yanked down further to their hands and knees. Another push and he bent their middle down, accentuating the curve of their backside and the spread of their thighs.

Tears built up in the blue, ocean eyes and they were fought back when the leather glove carded through their hair. They would never have a chance of getting a good home or serving a worthy master if they were such awful cry babies. Or so their inner voice told them.

The smallest spark of motivation gave the vampire a reason to arch their back and lean into the touch that soothed across their body to cause them to naturally react.

Impatience started to build in the crowd and the announcer was merely letting them all take in the show.

Bare, porcelain skin being displayed on multiple, floor to ceiling screens as the vampire's lips hung open in the tiniest display of pleasure. Fingers curled into blonde hair and ruined the look of lust on their features; a ringing stab of pain to awaken their senses and widen their dopey doe-eyes. Shock looked so pretty when it was tacked to the end of bliss.

"So... Do I hear $500 for the discount pet?"

"$500!"

"$1,000!"

"$3,000!"

"$5,000!"

A twisted pang of relief filled the vampire when they heard the different voices from all around the building echo their bids. The number went higher and higher and it gave them the smallest sliver of hope. That they weren't too damaged and broken for a master after all and that they'd be able to be sold. They told themselves they would be grateful to even get a home but now, it seemed like it was really going to happen.

The vampire felt the unlatching of their magnetic shackles and instead, the gloved man crossed their wrists together for the plates to lock to themselves. He grabbed their arm and pulled them to their feet as the bidding war started to come to a final climax. Ready to drag them back behind the stage curtain to prepare for their future owner.

"Going once, going twice...and... SOLD. To the guest at table 38 for $16,800!"

[lizzy-williams]

𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 | 𝐛.𝐛.

༄Warnings: Smut, blood/gore, language, mature themes, 18+, minors DNI

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༄Summary: You're a creature as old as time. And Bucky is entranced by you. (vampire!reader x Bucky)

The moment that Bucky saw you, he was completely enamored. Looking at you was seemingly a gift. You were dressed like an angel, a white cocktail dress with shoes and gold hoops to match. Simple, and yet would be like a beacon of light; a flame and Bucky was nothing but a mere moth just like the other gentleman whose prying eyes made his blood boil.

Possession was all he could feel as he finally made his decision to get up from his sulking corner and go out on the dance floor, where you were surrounded by men who were desperate to get a taste.

Grabbing hands, tentative stares, and desperate body language surrounded you as you danced without a care in the world. As if there was no one watching, your own little world surrounding you.

As Bucky finally pushed his way through the crowd of horny and otherwise intoxicated men, he finally was able to see your body in full view. To say the least, he liked what he saw.

Finally, he slid up behind you, making a bold move and placing his gloved hands on your hips. The moment your eyes locked with his was the moment he knew that there was no escape, and maybe he was okay with that.

You suddenly turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you close, swaying to the beats echoing through the building. Other men looked to him in envy, but Bucky couldn't care less, not when he was staring at one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Your skin was flawless, your hair perfect, your curves fitting against his hands like a puzzle piece. The lights blared on around you two as you felt him press himself as close as he could to you, your touch like a drug.

You then caught sight of his dangling dog tags against his red Henley, and you smirked as you looked at him, "What brings you here, soldier boy...?" you tease as you look at him intently for an answer.

Bucky stuttered on his thoughts as he tried to think straight, "Uhm, I was just with a couple of friends, and I think I'm kind of just... on my own now...," he admitted, "What about you?"

"Looking for someone to pass the time with." you admitted truthfully, and of course he would never understand the gravity of your response, barely anyone ever could.

"Well, look to farther," he smirked, pulling you closer to his hulking form.

You suddenly pulled away and slipped out of his grasp impressively quickly.

"Where are you going?" he called over the blast of the music.

You turned around, giving him a playful smirk, before calling back, "Going to get a drink!"

And like a moth drawn to a flame, he followed closely behind.

"You're so full of shit!"

Your laughter was music to Bucky's ears as he leaned against the bar as you sat in a seat, sipping of a Gin & Tonic with a bendy straw.

"It's the truth," he put his hand over his heart with false sincerity.

"There's no way you stayed in Wakanda and met the king. Interesting story, but I doubt it," you jabbed back.

"Believe what you want to believe, but I have." he swore, taking another swig of a bear he knew he couldn't get drunk off of, "Alright then, Miss Cynical, what have you got in the arsenal. You've had to have had some sort of misadventures,"

She paused but only for a second. She has seen many, many things. If only he knew.

"Umm... let's see... I've traveled to 72 of the 195 countries in the world. Lived in Romania for 4 years, France for 2, but I figured after being in the U.K. for 12, I thought it was time to come home."

"So your American?"

"Originally, yes."

"Huh. It's just that you have an accent and... I just can't quite seem to place it."

Bucky would know. He had traveled many years as well. More than he'd care to remember.

You brushed it off, "I take it you've had your fair share of 'misadventures'?" you jabbed back.

"If only you knew."

The hours passed quickly, and by 2 in the morning, people began to filter out one by one, and finally, you decided it was time to take your leave as well.

But you really didn't want to. You had the most interesting conversations you'd had in decades. He was truly a man out of time. Literally. He let it slip about the Avengers, and to say the least, it opened up a can of worms.

He was oddly open about most things. How he was with the Avengers, how he was taken in the snap (you, however, weren't), and how he really did stay in Wakanda. But he spoke of nothing farther back than that.

You decided not to pry. If you knew one thing, it was that people had secrets, and they could get very good at hiding them.

Finally, the two of you decided to shuffle your way to the door, and once you swung it open, you immediately regretted not getting an uber before getting there.

It was pouring rain, the thunder now clearly heard now that there wasn't any blaring music to block it out. Bucky looked at you suggestively.

"It's fine, I... I can call a cab or something," you tried, but Bucky wasn't having any of it.

"Come on, doll, I can give you a ride home."

The two of you quickly ran out into the rain as he used his jacket to cover the both of you, and yet despite the rain, he still walked to the passenger side with you and opened the door, a gentlemanly smile on his features.

Once he got in, he reached to turn the car on but was stopped in his tracks. Next to him, he saw you looking up out of the windshield on the end of the sheet, watching the rain as it fell and slipped down the glass. You had seen rain millions of times before. But every time you did, it made you pause and remember the life you had lived; the things you had seen.

You felt a pair of eyes staring, and you pulled your gaze away from the water droplets to look at the culprit.

"What?" you asked, and Bucky just grabbed you, your lips meeting his, the sound of the rain hitting the metal of the car making the moment that much more special.

You made the bold decision to mount his lap, your tongue mangling with his as you just... felt. It had been a while since you had done that.

The kiss seemed to last for eternity as you softly ground on his growing erection, his breathing picking up. You started to go lower, your lips meeting his jaw as you took a desperate inhale of air against his flesh.

"I can smell the sunlight on your skin," you finally muttered, your hands on his biceps, "You smell so good...,"

"I'm flattered," he nervously chuckled.

Finally, you pulled back, and Bucky gave you a confused, otherwise terrified glance. That was when you noticed that your fangs were out, the moonlight outside the tinted windows of the car.

"Are you scared?" you muttered, knowing that you were going to get what you wanted whether he liked it or not. But you would rather him be conscious and willing.

His look of confusion morphed into something more. Something darker. Lustful. Taking his thumb, he reached up and pushed your top lip up and exposed your canine at the root. He then looked you dead in the eyes, shaking his head 'no' softly.

He then took one of his gloves off. Soon enough his whole jacket was off, and he revealed a harsh metal arm that beamed just as brightly. Who were you to judge? You refused to pry. You knew what it was like for society to hate you because you weren't what they wanted you to be. You move your hands up and down the sleek metal, the plates shifting as your fingertips grazed it.

You gave him a compassionate smile, leaning over and whispering "It'll only hurt for a second, but it'll start to feel good, I promise."

You went lower before giving a gentle kiss to a spot on his neck —a warning — before biting deeply into his neck as he let out a pornographic moan.

His blood was intoxicating. Like plums, whisky, and a sharp spike of mint. His flavors were vivid, addictive, and you let out a verbal moan as you tasted him on your tongue.

You suddenly jerked your head back, a gasp leaving your mouth as your lips parted, your eyes searching his, "What are you?" you pried, confusion etched across your face, your hands now holding his face.

"I'm whatever you want me to be."

That was true. At this point, even he didn't know what he was, everything that he was, a blurry memory. A soldier. A lady's man. A best friend. A fighter. Now he didn't know what he was. He was hoping that you could help him figure that out.

Assuming you weren't going to get a definitive answer, yet at least, you brushed it off, pressing a loving kiss to his forehead, before leaning down and sucking more of his sweet, addicting blood from his veins, another groan leaving his mouth as he leaned his head to the side, giving you more access, your hungry tongue probing and licking.

His hands wandered eagerly, grabbing whatever it could on your body as he tried to catch his breath, his body suddenly relaxing, his body no longer feeling pain but rather absolute pleasure.

His head was now cocked up as he gasped for air, feeling as if the air was sucked from his lungs, not in malice but in pleasure as he felt his body well up with heat.

You pulled yourself away from him, pricking your finger on one of your teeth and rubbing it on his bite marks, the gashes closing up almost instantly.

Bucky then weakly reached up, now cupping your face in his hands, speechless.

"Can I keep you?" you whispered in a hushed tone, your crimson-red eyes meeting his crystal blues.

Bucky nodded, enveloped in your gaze.

The words that came out next slipped out before he could stop them:

"Wanna head back to my place?"

The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated as you fell through the opening doors of the elevator of his apartment complex. You stumbled down that hall in an unsynchronized jumble of needy grabs and touches.

Bucky finally reached the door, grabbing his key and trying to put it in the lock, missing the mark completely and dropping his key to the ground.

Begrudgingly he broke the kiss and frantically shoved it in the lock, unlocking the door and slamming the door open, the two of you tumbling inside and letting your lips lock once again.

You were able to catch a glimpse at your environment when you broke the kiss, noticing how Bucky must have truly been a minimalist.

"Nice place," you joked, smirking at him.

"What can I say? I like a tidy home."

He then wrapped his hands around yours and pulled you to the bedroom. Your dress almost disappeared like a rabbit in a hat, you didn't even feel it leave your body as he tore it off, the only indication was the cool temperature hitting your skin.

Bucky was delighted to find you weren't wearing a bra as he leaned over you, his lips immediately finding your exposed chest. You mewled as his tongue probed at your nipple, using his flesh hand to tweak and pinch the other.

You felt yourself get hotter despite your normally cool temperature, and you loved it. You had spent so long looking for a man like Bucky to make you feel like a little girl all over again. To make you hot. To make you feel like maybe your life was taken from you just so you could meet him.

You bucked your hips up to the erection he had been sporting since you pierced his neck. He let out a primal growl, taking off your panties, leaving you completely nude.

"So fucking gorgeous, like a goddess," he praised before driving in between your necks, wasting no time licking a wide strip up your sex, making you whine in surprise.

Your attempts to make him go faster here futile as you bucked your hips, gripping his hair like a vice. You verbally whined as you tried to get him to do something— anything— but your patience began to wane.

Even though Bucky's go-to tactic was to tease his women until they couldn't take it anymore, he had never met you.

Before he knew it, you moved quickly, standing him up and flinging him on the bed face-up, your hips over his face in seconds, your hand stroking his hair gently.

Bucky stared up at you in shock and awe, nobody has ever thrown him around. He certainly wasn't opposed. His shock turned into pure, unfiltered lust, his hands placed on your thighs, hungrily pulling your pussy to meet his lips, where he then ate you like a man starved.

Using his hair and an anchor, you ground yourself over his eager tongue, your moans only queuing him to lick and suck at your precious pearl even harder than before.

"Fuck Bucky! So fucking good, baby," you praised, throwing your head back as your fangs made their presence known with a smooth 'pop'.

Your hands changed tactics as you moved yourself to lean back, one hand gripping at the headboard, the other sat on his textured abs, your nails making the skin under red and sensitive.

Before you knew it, you were on the edge. Your body was screaming for release, your hormones going into overdrive as you went harder—faster— praying that your coil would snap.

"'M gonna cUM— Bucky fuck!!" You gasped as you finally slipped into your state of nirvana, your body buzzing.

You shook in your ecstasy, perfect noises slipping from your lips as you felt Bucky lick up everything you gave him. Meanwhile, he was in heaven, suffocated by your thighs as he lapped at your ambrosia. You were the most delicious pussy he had ever had.

After Bucky finally detached his mouth from your core, he looked up at you lazily, and you moved your hips down, your dripping pussy hovering over his painfully hard erection.

"You're amazing, Bucky...," you muttered, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Something more than lust or infatuation. You were ready to make him completely and utterly yours.

You reached down, lining him up with you, and kissed your way down his jaw and to his neck. You suddenly sunk down, your teeth piercing his skin as he let out a lewd moan, pleasure coursing through his veins as you began to move on him, bouncing your hips at a sensual pace.

You sucked at his life force with volition, your pace never faltering as it increased, your body nothing but a thief, and at this point, Bucky would let you take everything he had.

You pulled away to look at him, smirking as you felt his blood surround your mouth, coating your teeth as you continued to bring him pleasure.

"Mine," you growled, "All mine."

Bucky nodded in his daze, "Yours. Promise."

Your lips met in a sloppy kiss as you felt him tense up, knowing he was close. Mischievously, you took his flesh hand, placing it where you needed him most. You wanted nothing more than to cum with him.

"I can feel you," you groaned out, "So fuckin' deep,"

Bucky was in a submissive daze, nodding to whatever you said as his mind blurred in pleasure and need. His skin was almost electrifying as you felt his blood run through you.

"So come on. Cum for me. Cum inside me," you moaned, Bucky watching as your breasts bounced with every movement of your hips, "Wanna cum for me, Bucky?"

"Yes! Please, I want it! I want it, please," he whined as you smirked, you couldn't have asked for a better response.

"Cum," you commanded, as you felt your body tense up as well, and just like that you came the hardest you had in almost a decade, your world going white.

You felt yourself scream out as you collapsed on top of the man below you, your body limp as he continued to thrust up into you, letting out a guttural, filthy moan as he came inside of you.

You felt him fill you up, your eyes open as you tried to center your vision, your mind scrambled as you listened to Bucky's adorable little noises.

You rode out each other's highs, your lover panting like a dog, his eye closed as he tried to gather himself as well. When he eventually caught his breath, he couldn't help but look down at you in amazement.

"Absolutely incredible," he murmured as he put his hand to your face, stroking gently.

If you had blood pumping in your veins, you would have blushed, "As are you."

"Can you turn into a bat?" Bucky looked up at you with the curiosity of a child as you gently stroked his hair.

You had spent hours taking him apart, so it felt only right that you held him in your arms and on your lap, stroking his hair gently as his eyes hazed over with sleepiness.

You let out a light-hearted chuckle, "No. I can't. Although that sounds fun, no?"

"What can you do?" he continued to question as he held you a little bit tighter.

"I can... move at rapid speeds, but you already knew that, didn't you?" You jabbed, Bucky letting out a hearty laugh, "I'm immortal, I have a strong influence, I can even sense people who have drank my blood."

"Sense as in how?" Bucky didn't know why he was suddenly so worried.

"I can sense your emotions. I'll know where you are so I can find you quickly," you explained.

"What am I feeling now?"

You paused at the question, a sense of slight pity crossing you as you looked down to him. You closed your eyes, closing everything out in a means to feel him. A stream of consciousness crossed you.

"You're...," you paused, "You're feeling affectionate. In love. Vulnerable." you started, "But you're also feeling unsure... skeptical..."

Bucky liked knowing what he felt. Being told what he was actually feeling. Some days he felt as if there was nothing left. A void where his feelings once were.

"How old are you?" he questioned suddenly.

"Exactly or a rough estimate?" you joked.

"Exactly."

You sighed with a smile on your face, remembering the memories of the past.

"I'm 207 years old. I was born in 1813."

Bucky sat up. He had never met anyone that much older than him. He thought he was one of the oldest living fossils on the planet. But you were just full of surprises.

"D-Do you remember Steve?" Bucky questioned, tears welling in his eyes.

"Rogers? I mean... I saw him in posters in the '40s. Even saw one of his performances. But something told me he wasn't a fan of showbiz. Then after he got out of the ice, I saw him on TV. Mostly news channels."

Bucky winced. If you had seen Steve on the news, there was no doubt that you had also seen him on the news, and that-

"I know you aren't a bad man, James."

Bucky winced as you used his name, but nonetheless, the statement brought more tears.

"Say it again...," he pleaded, closing his eyes as he heard your melodic voice say what he had been wanting to hear for centuries.

"You realize I can't let you go now, right?" He cupped your face gently in his hands as if he might break you, but even with his super-soldier status, you were the one who should be worried about breaking him.

"I couldn't imagine you doing any different."

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hey hello, I have no idea who Eric and Alan are (from the musical I guess) and I know nothing about your oc, so could you please write something for them? I'm curious.

yes, Eric and Alan are from the second (second?? I think second) Kuroshitsuji musical, The Most Beautiful DEATH in the World! the musicals are honestly really good, I 1000% recommend them if you can find them on YouTube or something!

Eric and Alan are such good characters, I have the biggest crushes on both of ‘em, and I LOVE the idea of a poly ship with them, so I did a little thing with that concept here~

also I have a TON of OCs so I’m not sure which one you wanted to know more about? “them” makes me think you’re referring to my genderfluid Phantomhive servant Marlowe, but I’m not sure ;w; however I love to write about my OCs so when the askbox opens back up, if you’re still curious, please do let me know!!

for now, here’s some Eric x reader x Alan goodness! featuring a SMALL cameo by my newest OC Elysia Malla, the department head of the British Branch Reapers’ Medical Division :D

Just like most times you want to hang out at the Reaper Dispatch building, ERIC has to sneak you in.

And not so much sneak you in, as put a pair of glasses on you, tell you not to look anyone in the eye, pretend you’re “that new transfer from Sussex”, and under absolutely no circumstances let anyone tell his boss that you’re visiting. It’s a poor effort because like most supernatural creatures, Grim Reapers can sense humans. You’re pretty sure the whole office knows what’s up by now.

Of course, as long as you get to come visit ALAN, especially when he’s not doing very well, you’ll happily pretend the other Reapers are none the wiser.

Eric’s had his arm around your shoulder the whole time you walk, as usual. Not only is he protective of you, he also pretty obviously relishes any chance to give you affection that he can. Even though you’ve heard a few of the other Reapers say he’s intimidating or serious, that hasn’t been your experience. He’s big-hearted and friendly, and is forever sneaking kisses when he thinks nobody’s looking. You consider yourself incredibly lucky to have him as one of your lovers.

“So, he’s doing better now, right?” you ask as the two of you approach the door of the Medical Division.

“Mhm, doin’ a lot bet’er. He wouldn’t say it, bu’ I think he’d do good wit’ seein’ ye. Jus’ keep it down’, y’ knoo, ‘r ye migh’ get th’ stink-eye from ol’ Nurse Frightingale.” Eric winks before opening the door and gesturing you to walk through. “Aft’r ye, m’ darlin’.”

You push up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jaw. “What a gentleman.” With that you slip inside, Eric following so he can close the door behind the two of you.

The Medical Divisionis as quiet as most hospitals you’ve ever been in. It’s cool in temperature and you can hear the chip-choppy hum of an electric fan or two. That along with the sound of some machines are the only things you can hear, though. Everything is a soft white or pale blue shade, and more than anything, the air smells clean with soap and disinfectant. Despite Eric’s not-quite-incorrect observation of the department head, this is a relaxing place that perpetuates healing.

“Afternoon, Elysia,” he greets with a raised hand. “Jus’ brought (Name) by f’r a li’l bit, ‘f tha’s okay?”

The department head peers through her glasses at him with a very unimpressed look on her face. “Don’t get so casual, Mr. Slingby. It’s ‘Nurse Malla’ to you. Feel free to stay as long as you wish, provided you don’t get rowdy. The last thing Mr. Humphries needs is the two of you working him into a tizzy.”

He gives her a salute and mimes zipping his lips shut. “Aye, no w’rries, Nurse Malla. Ye go’ m’ word tha’ we won’t dare do nothin’ excitin’.”

You can’t help but smother a giggle as Elysia gives a long-suffering sigh. “Enjoy your visit.”

“’Preciate it, m’ lady!” Eric grins as he ushers you over to the bed Alan’s in right now.

Predictably, he looks to be attempting to review something in his ledger even though he’s clearly not feeling great. Behind his spectacles, his eyes look tired, and his shoulders are sagging like he wants nothing more than to sleep. Based on what Eric told you, however, he’s been asleep for an hour or so now.

You make sure Alan can see you before lowering yourself down onto the bed, leaning over and giving his forehead a gentle kiss. “Busy little bee, aren’t you?”

“Ah… (Name). Oh, dear, I didn’t expect Eric to bring you by.” He melts into the kiss anyway, and into the identical one that Eric gives him once he sits down. “Mm, you two. You didn’t have to come here… I’ll be leaving soon.”

You reach for his hand, and he doesn’t stop you, curling his fingers around yours. When you glance down, you’re not surprised to see thorny scars starting to twine around his wrist. “You need to relax,” you murmur. “That’s why this attack happened, isn’t it? Stress.”

“It could have been, or it could have just been from nothing. This disease doesn’t need a reason to flare up.” Alan lifts your hand and presses a reassuring kiss to your knuckles. “Don’t worry about me, darling. The attack only lasted a moment, and I’m feeling much better now.”

Eric chuckles, taking Alan’s other hand. “Aw, c’mon, d’ar. Ye cannae fault th’ poor thing f’r bein’ w’rried ‘bout ye. (Name)’s righ’ tha’ ye work tae hard.”

Alan offers an exhale through his nose, exasperated look obviously aimed at the both of you. “And you don’t work hard enough, dear. So it balances out. Anyway, I don’t fault them for being worried. I…” It seems the only reason he pauses is to glance at you with a vaguely guilty look. “… I’m just trying to reassure you, love.”

“I know.” You mirror the kiss he gave your hand on his, the same way Eric did with the kiss to Alan’s forehead. The one difference you make is that your kiss is pressed to the forming scars on his wrist. “I can’t help worrying when this happens, though. You and Eric are really important to me. I just want you to take care of yourself.” You bring his hand down, then give him a smirk. “Or you could just let us do it?”

Barely a second passes before Eric claps you on the shoulder. “Aye, darlin’, tha’s a grea’ idea!! Alrigh’, it’s settled then.”

Alan arches an eyebrow. It appears you’ve both lost him. “Oh, goodness. Dare I even ask what is settled, Eric?”

That grin on Eric’s face would definitely be trouble if he weren’t your partner in crime right at this moment. “Soon’s ye ge’ outta haur, we’re haulin’ y’r s’rry arse home early, an’ then it’s time f’r nothin’ bu’ a night’a us takin’ care’a ye! Coimhead air sin,good idea, (Name)!”

“Oh. Oh, no, the two of you can’t just—”

Alan’s halfway through his protest when a pair of heels clicks on the floor. “Slingby! (Surname)! I warned you not to work him up. So that’s it; get out!”

It takes just seconds for Eric to tug you toward the door. “Thanks f’r once, Elysia! I’ll ‘ave s’me biscuits ‘r summat on y’r desk taemarra’ mornin’!”

What follows the two of you out is a frustrated, “It’s Nurse Malla! Get it wrong one more time and you’ll find yourself here as a patient!”