#im in the vampire zone. I’m having vampire thoughts

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Sex repulsed shilo BASICALLY canon ‼️‼️‼️ also theo

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im back for more diego x vampire!reader heheee o(｀ω´ )o

Since vampires have regenerative abilities what if reader and diego were fighting another stand user and reader purposefully gets attacked to trap the person they’re fighting but diego is like UNAWARE of the healing so he thinks reader is sacrificing themselves and the enemy is killed or whatever but reader casually gets back up maybe a little woozy from the blood loss AND HES SO CONFUSED 😭😭 i think it would be so silly -🦇

HI 🦇!!! So glad you’re back!

Sorry this took so long, so much has happened that I haven’t had much time to write 😭. I missed school on Monday this week, so I’m “grounded” for the rest of the school year and won’t have my phone back (except for when I’m at work or school) until June-

So getting things written is gonna be interesting. But I’ll try my best to still get things out to you all, because I do really enjoy writing these.

****most requests will not be in order, I’m picking the ones I feel I can finish quickly and accurately first, just so I can have content to post instead of sitting on one request for days on end because I have to think about how to write it 😭

This is so embarrassing, I don’t think any of my friends’ parents have grounded them since they were in, like, ninth grade lol (which was only 2 years ago, but still!!!)

ANYWAYS!!

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Peril - Diego Brando X Reader

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The attack came out of nowhere. You and your partner, Diego, were riding through the American desert when, all of a sudden, Diego was struck off of his horse.

You watched in horror as he hit the ground with a hard, hollow thud behind you.

Diego’s horse skidded to a halt while you willed your own to do a sharp turnaround, trying to get back to Diego before whatever hit him could do it again.

When you reached him, he was trying to stand, dusting himself off. It was clear that the fall had knocked the wind out of him, and you felt bad, but there was no time for either of you to catch your bearings— you had to worry about an enemy you couldn’t detect.

“You were behind me— did you see where it came from?” Diego rasped, still trying to catch his breath.

“I have no clue. I didn’t see anything”

He sucked his teeth, frustrated that he’d been caught off guard.

Standing back-to-back with Diego, you two tried to locate your attacker. And then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted it hurdling towards you two out of the sandy ground.

A long, black tendril with an inky hand on the end emerged from the earth and slammed into Diego once again, its dark-matter “fingers” digging into his leg and leaving deep, gnarled gashes in the flesh of his shin. And then it retreated back underground.

Diego hissed in pain as he stumbled backwards into you, sending you careening into the ground.

And then, as you lay for a split second, an Idea hit you. It seemed like the hand had tried to grab him and pull him under with it, but barely missed, and instead just badly wounded his leg.

That was odd to you, but you didn’t dwell on the thought of it for long.

The next thing you know, Diego is pushing you to the side, narrowly avoiding another strike.

“God, Y/N, this is really NOT the time to zone out. If you don’t get your head out of your ass, this is going to get really ugly.” He said, exasperated at your lack of attention.

“Sorry, Dio, I was just thinking….. the stand user knows where we are. We’re not moving or making much noise, so there’s no way it’s tracking us through vibrations or sound. They have to be able to see us.”

He stood, eyes darting around the ground, trying to predict where it would come from next.

“…so they can’t be far. I have a feeling that the only place they could be is over there—“

You pointed to a pile of rocks that couldn’t have been more than 400 feet away. (A little bit over a football field, for reference.)

“— behind those rocks. So since they have to be using their sense of sight, if I start running, naturally they’ll focus on me, leaving you unsupervised. And then you can sneak off the other direction and make your way over there and kick the life out of them. Okay?”

He hesitated, still focused on the ground, thinking for a second or two. And then, his eyes met yours. He nodded. In a sudden burst of movement, you took off, running as fast as you possibly could. With your heightened senses, you could feel the vibration of the stand following behind you, shallow in the ground, lagging behind you ever-so-slightly.

But then, after about 30 seconds of you sprinting the complete opposite direction of Diego, it lunged up and out of the sand — grabbing one side of your waist, digging its midnight claws into your side, and pulled.

The next thing you know, you were being dragged under the surface. For a moment, you thought it was going to leave you buried there. But after a few seconds, you popped back up onto the sand. This time, you were behind the rock. It had ripped a large chunk out of your torso in its effort to bring you here. For once, you were grateful you were a vampire. If you were mortal, that injury would have meant death.

When you resurfaced, (not-so-)gravely wounded and dizzy from the sheer volume of blood you’d lost at this point, you were left laying on the ground, watching Diego smash the living shit out of the stand’s user. He was a small man, and looked rather weak. He didn’t seem to put up much of a fight.

After a minute or two of Diego beating the guy senseless, he stopped moving, and everything was quiet again except for the sound of the wind blowing across the landscape.

And then, he turned to you, finally realizing you were there.

Diego believed he’d never been truly afraid before. Not since he was a kid, anyway. But he felt his stomach twist into a sickened knot when he saw you lying on the ground. Paler than usual. Dazed. Bleeding. Missing a rather worrying chunk of your guts.

Immediately, all he could feel was rage. “What the hell happened?” He demanded, his voice sharp and biting, hiding something vulnerable and afraid underneath. “You weren’t supposed to let him catch you!”

“Jeez, Diego, can you be quiet for a second? Just give me a minute.”

He finally reached you after rushing over, dropping to his knees next to you. Completely dumbfounded.

“Give you a minute? You’re missing half of your damn midsection, Y/N. Don’t tell me to give you a fucking minute.”

You’d never seen him this worried before. It almost made you feel bad for the cocky bastard.

Almost.

“Relax. I’m fine. Don’t be such a drama queen.” You said, standing up. He stood up with you, catching you when you stumbled into him, dizzy from the blood loss.

Diego was shocked. And totally pissed off. He didn’t know what was going on or how he was supposed to feel, but it confused him, and that definitely didn’t help.

You held your hand over the gaping hole in your side, wincing. “Shit, there’s so much sand in it, this stings so bad, oh my god….” You mumbled, watching the wound slowly get smaller and smaller.

“So, you’ve had a healing stand this whole time, and hid it from me, huh?” Diego began, skeptical, assuming the worst.

“God, Diego, your trust issues are showing,” he scoffed, making a pissy face in reaction to your blunt jab at his emotional unavailability.

“It’s not like that at all. I guess I should have explained all of my abilities when I told you I’d been transformed, but this just comes with it. The healing thing, I mean.”

“Oh. Okay, then.” He said. He was a little bit embarrassed about thinking you’d hidden your stand from him, but he’d never admit that.

“You were pretty concerned about me though, huh, Diego?” You jived, giving him a playful smirk. “You were SO panicking. You just couldn’t POSSIBLY imagine finishing this race without me by your side, huh?”

He gave you a nasty side eye at your teasing, but you couldn’t help but notice the faint brush of red creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks.

“If you don’t cut that out right now, maybe I will just finish the race without you.”

“Oh sure. I’m sure you will. So sure, in fact, that I’ll just ride off on my horse right now, and drop out of the race.” You teased again.

“You wouldn’t. You’d miss me too much.” Diego said, leaning against one of the rocks and plopping himself down in the shade. With the adrenaline worn off, he was really starting to feel the wound in his leg. He winced in pain as he adjusted the way he was sitting, squeezing his eyes shut tight and bearing his teeth as his movements irritated the deep, ugly thing.

“Maybe I would,” you said, smiling. Noticing his discomfort, though, you started walking back towards your horses, who thankfully hadn’t wandered too far off. “I’ll be back with the horses in a minute. I have a first-aid kid in my satchel. Sit tight, okay?”

Diego finished adjusting himself, gasping through gritted teeth as he laid his injured leg flat, and grunted out a “thank you” as you disappeared around the corner. While he was waiting for you to return with your and his belongings, all he could think about was you.

He decided internally that, no, he probably couldn’t finish this race without you.

And when you returned, and he allowed you to sit close enough to touch him, put your hands on him, and clean and patch up his wounds, you knew he felt that way, too. Even if he was too proud to say it to your face.

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okok, new asker.. requester?? Idk. Just, Im new to this thing. 😵‍💫

Have you done dimitrescu sistas dating someone whos genuinly like, a rabid dog, who constantly needs to bite, and/or claw their things, for just the admirable purpose of -- no purpose?? Like.. for example, when stimming, or focusing, or just when spacing out, you can always find them, like, chewing on a piece of wood?? Or something?? or, like, finding them with their nails subconciously gripping, like, a couch cushion, out of restlesness (whilst reading, or, watching something, that requires them to sit still) SO. TIGHT. that they ripped it through the middle?

I beg, i plead, and i blead (aha, get it?? Vampire stuff? Beg+plead=.. yeah, okay, i'll see myself out)

uhhhhhhh hope this was .. clear.. enough.. ahahahahhahasn.... giggles

-🐾🧃, aka jungle-juice anon 👽 geehee!!!!

p.s, i wuv ur work, keep being you, ur the best!!!!! Dont overwork urself tho.... because.. thats bad 😉😉😉😉😉😉😉 i know, maximum rizz. Im too charming. ANYWAYS!!!!!!! Hope ur doing well, take breaks, drink, eat, sleep, go to.. uhh.. school?? Idk if ur in school. Goodluck, much love 🫂🫂 piece!!! (Not peace, i require violence)

Hi :)! Welcome, then :)🙌 This is a Hella intriguing request, I couldn’t help but jump into it when I should’ve probably finished another wip! XP I’m glad you like my work, hon, it means a lot :) This is a good reminder for all to eat & drink!🙌 I’m not in school anymore :)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

While at first, you seemed like any other staff member or villager, Bela is quickly taught better

She notices your tendencies fast, and at first, isn’t too sure what to make of them

She isn’t sure why she defends you either, claiming it was her that accidentally ripped the pillows when Mother demands an explanation

Following up on why she acts this strangely, Bela decides to get to know you, more and more

In little time she finds herself falling for you, for your honest, unconcealed ways

She finds your more feral tendencies somewhat adorable, though at times scolds you like she has done countless times in the past when her then equally feral sisters broke something

Being allowed to stay in her room after a good while of dating, you couldn’t be happier

You’re with the woman you love, in a warm room and a spacious one

Despite this, Bela often has you sleep in a separate bed

Not that she doesn’t usually curl up with you

She just finds early on that you kick all from the bed in your sleep, pillows and blankets, even tear at the sheets- and her, if she happens to sleep next to you

And while you feel awful for the marks you leave on her in your sleep, it does get you curious like nothing else

You feel the need to bite, to mark, to cut and tear with your nails like an animal might

Multiple times, you’ve wondered whether you’re similar to the Lycans outside, even

Bela, though, she makes the thought of these things even sweeter

At times, when you zone out biting at a piece of bark or a sturdy stick she’s found you, your thoughts just…wander

You then can’t help but wonder how it would be to bite into her skin

She does insist, your blood tastes incredible, and there isn’t a day your flesh isn’t marked by her

But Bela?

Her beautiful, porcelain-like skin, soft and cold..

Often, you imagine what it’s like to chew on her neck or arm, just a quick taste if that’s all she grants you

At other times, you can’t help but accidentally nip her with your nails

Usually this is when you’ve pulled her in your lap, often having her there when you’re reading or so

She always agrees eagerly to this, knowing it means no more pillows will be torn open

Instead, your nails dig into her, bringing forth sharp gasps and low, soft groans every once in a while

You aren’t sure she’s truly against it, for she never scolds you and still is happy to sit on your lap

Perhaps, it’s her way of repaying you for being allowed to feed from your neck

Cassandra

Discovering you in the village, Cassandra is immediately keen on finding out more about you

Perhaps, that is because of how she found you…snarling as you tug and grunt, looking as though you’re playing tug of war with the lycan that stole your jacket

Of course, she easily snaps the creature in half, her pride blooming as you grin widely at her, your jacket clutched in your hands

She decides to take you with her, and while it wouldn’t quite have made a difference, you eagerly come with her

With Cassandra by your side, you soon learn to give into your subconscious thoughts and actions rather than fighting them

Cassandra, in a way, is feral at times as well

Due to that, she doesn’t quite care for the consequences of your actions

In time, as more blooms between the two of you

As such, she becomes more aware of your quirks, and you with here

Like when you curled up in bed with her

Her nails flexing every time you push your finger against her palm, her breathing even

Until, that is, you suddenly bite into her arm

Cassandra jumps, then raises an eyebrow when she meets your eyes

You don’t seem fazed, still playing with her palm, as though the biting didn’t faze you in the slightest

She shrugs, only. She doesn’t mind. In fact, it’s somewhat nice to feel your lips and teeth against her

As she notices this behaviour continue quite often, your sleeping and cuddle positions often change

You’re often with your head at her neck, biting contentedly as you read

Behind your back, she often sharpens her weapon

Both of you, content to be together, in indulging in whatever feral habits you have

When you scratch up her pillow in your sleep, Cassandra simply replaces them. They’re nothing of worth to her

Instead, she finds your urge to claw at things inspiring

She decides to allow you to hold her clothing and shields when you read, silently giggling to herself

You’re ideal for testing their efficiency, really

By the end of the day, or whenever you finish what activity has you so captivated, she checks how deep you were able to scratch

If the item is of no use, she discards it

Often, that means you get to gnaw at it all you want

Daniela

As the two of you become closer and closer, multiple things happen

1), Daniela and you catch feelings, fast

She quickly becomes important to you, and equally you become incredibly important to her

You look forward to spending your time with her, as does she

Even when this means the two of you curling up and reading side by side in the library, the two of you treasure these oments

2), the two of you spend a lot of time together

As such, Daniela becomes increasingly aware of your characteristics and mannerisms, intentional or not

Being somewhat feral as well, Daniela at first doesn’t even notice a thing

Clawing up clothing and pillows, gnawing at pencils, wood and whatever is near you when you’re concentrating…

It all seems perfectly normal to her, really

Yes, maybe some are prime examples of things Bela and Mother would scold her for

Still, for a long time she pays no mind to what you’re doing

In fact, it takes quite a while and an annoyed remark from her eldest sister for her to realise what you’re doing isn’t quite appreciated by all

She notices you claw at her favorite pillows when the two of you read

Really, you can’t help clenching it so tight it rips

You can’t help your sharp nails, too, and don’t want Daniela to file them down a little

She only shrugs when you refuse that solution

She won’t press you, though occasionally helps you take care of your hands and nails

Instead, she makes sure you have “your” pillows, scratched up and sewn together again countless times

This way, you can tear them as often as you like, and neither Daniela, nor Alcina minds

She tends to your needs, going so far as to ask you at one point whether you’d like some blood…which promptly has her older sisters smack the back of her head

Feeding a human blood, really!

Instead, she likes feeding you as you read, her giggles keeping you happy as you tear at yet another pillow

[grey-streetlight]

On Stone Topping + clothed dom

eugh there it is… that persistent overstimulation, that pit in my stomach, that “hmm , am i getting sick” feeling, that “there’s something wrong with me” thought pattern.

I must then weight the thought, check its merits, decide how i feel, feel that, accept it, and move on. COPING SKILLS!!!

This is why i’m a stone top. Parts of sex with my body feel gross. Masturbation is a normal part of life for a lot of people, me included. (That testosterone is a feisty hormone.) I’ve been off T for months, but the libido stuck. Every time I do masturbate, (if i’m even able to cum) the orgasm feels great! Followed by an immediate crash. The sensations are all too much. It must stop immediately. And that feeling sticks. It stays. It requires lots of time, self-administered aftercare, and pushing through deeply uncomfortable feelings to get back to a baseline feeling.

I get horny and masturbate though, because i will not deny myself that release!! (i just want my rush of happy hormones)

Each time though, am reminded of why I am a “stone top”. Orgasm leads to drop. Consistently. I don’t want to go through that with anyone at all. I hate going through it myself. It feels like my identity, my gender, my genitals are all swirling, pricking uncomfortably. I can’t settle into myself. My body feels like i’m trying to squeeze into shoes I’ve outgrown, pinching, suffocating.

I want sex to be good. I want it to be fulfilling. I don’t feel fulfilled receiving. There was a time i was one hell of a bottom and felt truly fulfilled! So many things have changed in my life and my body since then. For now, giving is where i get pleasure.

It feels so good to give. I think, every time I’m strapping, that cis men do not deserve penises. It boggles my mind how incredible it feels in my body to have that harness on. To have the right tool to make someone feel so good with my movements. This is the dance I understand. This makes my body light up with satisfaction. This is my sexual pleasure. Creating that experience for someone else is so perfect. HOW DOES IT FEEL BETTER FOR THE CIS MEN? WHY DO THEY GET TO FEEL THE STRAP and i can’t??????anyway… cis men don’t deserve it!

Also I just really am like. Nah just like, don’t touch me. pls. thank you. If I wanna cum, i’ll do it. It’s very hard on my personal pharmacy of drugs and semi-testosterone-ed body to actually cum. It’s like a cat trying to catch a laser and i would get frustrated trying to do that with any other person. I do not want to try. That’s just a no-no zone.

on clothed doming

I am super comfortable with my body being seen that’s not the problem. I just have to have an identity and clothes are a huge part of that for me. When i’m naked, my identity is gone too, most of the time. It’s just a body, not really connected to me? Being gender-funky in a lesbian way + Borderline Personality Disorder = weird relationship with self and clothing. If I feel like i’m still seen as me, I’ll wear something really feminine and sexy and bust out a great lap dance/pole routine! If I am worried I or someone else will perceive me in a weird way?? clothes!!! Also my outfits are cute. They’re important. I don’t wanna take it off!!

Also, strap over underwear. Will I get turned on strapping and make a mess?? yes. harness over underwear. Also cis men aren’t allowed to see what i got :) esp if im doing this at the sexy club. Also it’s a cute power dynamic. It’s so comfortable. It feels more like me. i don’t have to clean that side of the harness. it’s great. then my underwear becomes the cum rag! :) It’s efficient too!

Stone topping feels like home. It feels like me. It gives me an identity, a home in my body, a community, history. It’s so precious to me, my Stone Top Identity.

I’m still a masochist tho! So if you’re a hot dyke/ lesbian and wanna (bond first for like 6 months) chain me up and beat my ass in a vampire way, I’d really appreciate it!!! :)))

[the0retically]

The Suckening #12: The Twilight Zone:

Thoughts and quotes below, a wild first half of the finale

- I’ve put this off for too long it’s time to do this

- Oh hi le frog

- God Condi and bizly having to switch accents is so funny it sounds SO WRONG CONDI CANT DO IT AND BIZLY IS JUST DOING HIS OWN VOICE

- Love that the plan hinges on Taylor launter??

- Shilo being so adamant about not punching Emizel but then just doing it, I love them

- But oh god shilo has to talk to Theo because he looks like emizel

- Love music coming up when they’re going over the plan and then immediately cutting out when Arthur said demons instead of dangs

- “I know you hit it off with Viv” “my homegirl yeah” ARTHUR??

- “Who is it?” “It’s me” “…alpha” I cannot believe this

- ARE YOU SERIOUS MRS TAYLOR LAUNTER HAS A HELICOPTER????? CHARLIES DEFEATED SIGH WAS SO FUNNY

- SHARKBOY GAUNTLET????? WHAT IS HAPPENING

- “Good boy” “…..” “HA I WAS GONNA SAY GOOD MAN”

- I shouldn’t be sad that emizel can’t actually talk to Theo

- Also it scares me every time charlie asks what phone they’re using

- “I already told him about the plan to change faces” “then WHY THE HELL AM I DOING THIS?” “I don’t know I forgot”

- “This is such a classic Theo move I love you” :((((((

- Awwww them all being so excited emizel is the phantom flipper is so fun

- Bizly losing his mind over the dangs new plan is so funny

- Forgot how Edwards voice sounded god

- THEY HAVE TO LEAVE THE ROOM? Oh god

- “You know the plan, to be yourself” oh god

- Emizel you’re doing so bad this is awful

- 6 different Edwards??

- Why have they heard about shilo?

- Oh god this whole scene is like playing in my head I can see it so clearly

- Chester Chesser is such a cool name

- Paul with the unseen one freaky little dude I like him

- Ok yeah I love Paul he’s so fun

- You know who I miss though? Grefgore :( where is my boy

- Chet is insane??? Oh my god. The energy here is unmatched. Love Charlie and Condi just immediately going into laughter

- God the audio design is incredible in this campaign, the overlapping voices for Charlie is so good I love it

- “People think I’m weak do you think I’m weak?” “…you say that out loud in front of everyone?” OH GOD

- Paul and Chet being Emizel’s buds is so on brand I love it

- RENWICK!!!!!!!! HES COMMENTING!!!

- Oh it’s masquerade breakers that are competing

- …….and deacon rounded them up

- Interact with the show???

- “If there’s any invisible around” SO SMART ARTHUR

- Paul?? Oh they’re like the cameras. That’s really cool

- It’s fortnite, it’s fucking fortnite. Ok Charlie ok

- “I’d like to start-“ “ok shilo” “crying”

- Arthur is so cool I love him

- Oh there are humans—oh god it’s the dangs yikes that’s horrible

- “But I am walking the same amount of time!” “No” “….yuh-huh!”

- Charlie’s manic laughter was so fun who does shilo see?

- FORTNITE BUILDER!

- Love that they just keep saying minecraft and Charlie is like nah it’s fortnite building

- “Fortnite vampire” thanks Charlie

- OH GOD BIZLY IS LOSING IT

- ARTHUR IS POPPING OFF LETS GOOO

- “Now you’ve met the real devil” HOLY SHIT???? ARTHUR??

- OH!!! THIS IS WHERE THE WINGS COME IN THIS IS SO COOL LETS GO ARTHUR

- A wolf you say? Oh god the squirrel

- 3 roll off in a row?? That’s epic

- Uhhhh shilo? Please be ok

- LETS GOOOOOOO SHILO

- HE HAS A FRIEND!!!!

- Grangle!! Love him

- “Can I talk to satan?” “I’m not a say no dm am I? Oh god” PLEASE WHAT A MOOD

- HELICOPTER!!!!!! THE LAUNTERS ARE HERE

- Bizly losing his mind when Chet started talking is perfect I love Chet so much

- WEYLIN TWINS TIME!!!!!

- I LOVE THEM!!!!!!! HI HI HI HI HI

- IM CRYING THIS ENTIRE ENCOUNTER WITH CHET AND EMIZEL IS HILARIOUS

- “Hands too fast can’t stop them” Everyone breaks down laughing

- WHAT???? WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH EDWARD AND EMIZEL RIGHT NOW

- THE HELICOPTER HITS THE BARRIER????? WHAT??

- HE DIED????? RIP TAYLOR OH MY GOD

- NO HE SURVIVED LETS GOOOOOO HES NOT EVEN INJURED!!!!!

- Oh, :( one of the old people. It’s the people who know about the masquerade

- “Can you take me home?” “Yeah I’ll take you home” oh I’m gonna sob

- “I just walk with him for a while” “and then what?” “I don’t know. I keep walking. I don’t know where to take him” “ok, just keep walking” “Ben can you tell me about your family or anything you like?” And he just pointed out a bird in the trees :(( NOW HIM AND SHILO ARE TALKING ABOUT BIRDS IM NOT OK

- :( I agree with bizly this is the saddest thing Charlie has ever done

- I get why bizly said this destroyed him because I agree Ben’s whole situation is so incredibly sad

- Gotta wait to do part 2 but that was a phenomenal first half of the finale I loved it!!

[bubblessunshinehoney]

day 31- Cockcage with Bucky Barnes

915 words

18+ only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

kinktober masterlist

A/N: it's the last day. I'm a bit emotional to be honest. i wrote 31 one fic this month. didn't miss a day even when i thought i would never be able to finish it in time. I explore new way of writing, get out of my comfort zone and i enjoyed writing this 31 fics.

My first account might have been suspended, but this one is going strong. im almost reaching 200 followers in less than 15 days, so thank you all to join me here and i can't wait for you to read more of my creations!

Enjoy this one for now,

Cloudy

Don't be shy to reblog, comment or like!

TW: fluffy smut, cockcage, oral (f receiving), handjob (m receiving).

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own.

It was him, who wanted to try it for an entire day. Him who suggested for you to act like normally…but now he regrets it. Well, yes and no. It hurts sometimes, but he can’t help but like the pain. He might be a bit of a masochist.

It’s not that he loves the pain, it’s more that he has control over it. And he likes to be able to control how much he endures. It’s a bit of a therapy for him, a way to deal with the trauma of being under control, electrify, of having his arm cuts off and for having this vibranium one.

“How do you feel, cowboy?”, you murmur in his ear. That makes him shudder, gosh, he loves your voice.

“I’m good, hurts a little but in a good way”. You kiss in sweet spot on his neck, and he moans faintly. “Doll, please…”

You giggle and hugs his waist, resting your face on his chest. “Please what, cowboy?”

It was your idea to dress up as cowboy and cowgirl for Tony’s Halloween party. Bucky was incredible in his costume, and you were…stunning. He couldn’t take his eyes off, well he never could do that, you were too gorgeous for him to look away.

“You know what… it’s always the same and you know it.” You smile softly, he was always shy to accept he was aroused. His mind was free and he felt like his younger self, having to catch up for lost times and you were always happy to help, happy to let him explore and try new things.

“Does my sweet boy need me to take care of him? “, he nods, blushing slightly. You kiss his chin and bites it just like he loves, and you can feel the rumble of his growls.

“Doll.”, he growls deeply, you laugh softly and takes his hand. You’ve stayed long enough, and it was time to relieve him. And honestly, you couldn’t wait to have him all for you.

Straight after the door of your shared appartement is closed, Bucky kisses you hard and pushes you to your bedroom. You wrap your arm around his neck, and you hum happily into the kiss.

Soon enough, he’s bare, cock red and precum leaking even with the cage on. “Look at you, you’re so pretty”, you purr face between his legs, your nose nudging the constrict member. Bucky blushes and giggles. Your man actually giggles, and you look at him. “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you do that” He giggles more and hides in the crook of his elbow, you bite his inner thigh.

“Oi, you are a cowgirl, not a vampire!”, he says with a big smile. “So, can we take off the cage or you want to see me in it more?”. You smile and strokes his legs, his constrict cock, jumping at the slightest touch, you feather touch his balls and he moans, arching his back and more precum leaks out, you lick it clean, and he looks down at you. “Fuck, doll…you’re the devil tonight”

“Happy Halloween, James.” He strokes your face and smiles softly.

“Happy Halloween, dolly.” You go up to kiss him, and he holds you close, slowly taking off your clothes too, needing to feel your skin against his. “You’re so soft and warm.” He kisses your neck and slides down while pulling you up, to be between your legs. “Be my cowgirl and ride my face?”.

You laugh and nod. “I can do that, you sure it’s going to be okay ? We both know you can cum just by eating me out.” He spanks you playfully and nods.

“I can do it, and if it gets too much, I’ll say orange or red or my safe word.” You give him a look. “Moon”. You smile and lower yourself, his tongue licks you straight away and you moan, loving the warmth of his mouth and the dexterity of his tongue, reaching every spot that pleasures you. You cum quickly, legs trembling, panting. He holds you and helps you lay down beside him.

“How do you feel, Jamie?”, he smiles and kisses you, you moan when you can taste you on his tongue.

“Like I’m going to explode.” You giggle against his lips and takes the key. “Yes, please, take it off”. You free him and his cock takes her original size and more, he gets fully hard, and you have the impression that he’s bigger than normal.

“What do you want?”

“Just your hand, I’m over sensitive just with the air on it.”, he giggles and hides in your neck. You take some lube to help sooth him and little and you stroke him gently, he moans like if you were stroking him hard and fast, so you can understand how sensitive he must be.

“Feels good, baby?”, he nods, already too gone to form sentence or even words. You continue and he cums hard, bending in half and biting the crook of your neck.

He pants, and he holds you close, purring when you stroke his hair. “I’m proud of you, bucky, you did so good tonight, today.” He kisses your neck, not fully recovered to be able to talk. “I think a day in the cage it’s too much. Don’t want my favourite cock to fall off”, he laughs and nods, relaxing under your touch and he’s soon asleep. You smile and kisses his hair, snuggling before falling asleep too.

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[dmc-tings]

The Lord's with an S/O (who just found out about their powers)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Noice 👌🏾

But what did you do for this woman to spare you?

She's like... the biggest man hater anywhere

So... if your a guy, you are lucky boi (or if you identify as a guy)

Or perhaps your a lucky lady?

I feel like she won't discriminate if she feels like your important to her

But for whatever reason she CHOSE YOU

So take that as a win

Sure, she's a vampire and has to eat people

Which was something you didn't know

But she doesn't eat in front of you

Even lying to the point of telling you she's drinking wine

You get curious, of course

So when she leaves to "take care of business", you look onto her glass or cup

You see red

"Ok... but it dont smell like wine..."

You take a sip, only to spit it out right away

Retching with disgust, you tasted blood

Your not an idiot, at least not fully anyways

Alcina rushed back, hearing you gag, thinking one of her daughters were bothering you

Only to see the sight in front of her

You looked at her in fear

Which hurt the tall woman's non beating (?) heart

You backed into a corner, thinking the worst

Looking for a makeshift weapon, you grabbed a spoon

To which made the Lady shake her head

"Love, you know I wouldn't-"

"Your a damned liar!!" You barked weakly, "W-what the fuck are you!?"

She sat calmly in the chair in front of you, gesturing for you to take a seat as well

You hesitated, but did comply, not letting go of your weapon (the spoon)

She huffed sadly, normally this behavior would have sent her into a rageful fit

But this is YOU we're talking about

Her little muse, the only mortal that makes her truly happy

"My Love, please calm down."

When you showed no sign of relaxing, Alcina took her glass in her hand, swirling the blood

Then takes a small sip, and lighting a cigarette

She offers you one

You cringe, and with that she pulls back again

After taking a puff, she begins to explain

Mother Miranda, the other Lord's, the creation of her daughter's, the Village, and everything else, prior to your showing up

After she finishes, you lower your loyal spoon

Drinking in all of the information

You looked up at her

"So that's why your so keen in keeping the girls away from me..."

The large woman nodded, looking at you

You bit your lip, but let go of your spoon, placing it back into the table

Alcina looked at you, watching you relax

You nodded a calm understanding

"Well seeing as I know what's going on now... is Mother Miranda going to-"

The Lady Dimitrescu, shook her head

"She has allowed for me to keep you. As long as you only stay in the castle... seeing as that the village is too dangerous. And I don't want you mixed up with the rif-raf."

You smiled and sat in her lap, (cause you can do that) and planted a kiss on her cold cheek

She let out a pleased humm, and returned the kiss

"Just... next time, if you choose a weapon, Love, make sure it has a SHARP end."

Salvatore Moreau

You had known Moreau since before Mother Miranda made an impact on his life

You saw less and less of your significant other

He would disappear and cut your alone time short, whenever the woman called

You were saddened when he finally told you that you couldn't see him anymore

But that's didn't stop him from speaking to you through whatever door, that separated you both

He didn't keep you locked up, but he would lock whatever door was between you

So you couldn't see the monstrous transformation, causing him pain

All you knew is that his voice was becoming more and more disgruntled

As said, you knew Salvatore before this

He was a handsome and intelligent man (despite what's written in Miranda's notes)

And to hear your man become... so in thralled by this other woman, made you suspicious

One day, you both were speaking, with a door between you, as usual

Unbeknownst to Salvatore, you were picking the lock

Eagar to see him

He never noticed the change in your tone, when you got it unlocked, nor the click of the lock

Shoving the door open, and pushing Salvatore back

The male let out a yelp, trying to rush in to the nearby darkness

You stepped through the threshold, eyes blazing and searching

You scanned the room and finally landed on a heap of a shivering... beast?

"Moreau? Is... is that you?" You crept closer, and gently put a hand on his back

"D-dont look at m-me...." he shivered, trying to hide himself

Horrified, you took his face on your hands

"I-is this... the work o-of-"

He cut you off, "Do-dont. Mother loves me... she does... I know she does..."

You felt tears pour down your face

You couldn't bring yourself to speak

That vile woman, had destroyed your dear Moreau

The man you knew and loved was beaten and broken into this sobing heap before you

He looked at you, and reached up to wipe your tears

"Oh... please don't cry... thi-this is her will..."

You shook your head, "what kind of will is this, Salvatore? To turn you-"

He pulled away from you, snarling, "I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!! Mother loves me, and i-"

You slapped him, your tears stopping, "What kind of man have you become?!"

Disgusted, not with his appearance, but his sniveling attitude

You left

But... not unaffected by what happened to the man you cared about

You left... everything behind, the Village, your family...

Salvatore Moreau never left your thoughts and you never left his

It was a bittersweet life, but you were glad to leave what was happening behind

Angie and Donna Beneviento

These two kept you in their estate

Though Donna hid Angie from you, worried that you wouldn't understand the need for her doll

She also kept the pollen from her plants away from you

You were the first person Donna could talk to, without her illness bothering her

No need for Angie!? And this person don't care!?

Fucking Jackpot!!!

Though Angie does get a bit upset that she don't get to see you

That's about to change

You and Donna where sitting in the backroom, overlooking the waterfall

Enjoying an afternoon tea

"Dear? How are you feeling today?"

Donna looked at you, taking your hand in her's giving you a smile

"I am well." She reassured you, giving your hand a squeeze

Then you sneezed, surprised cause your allergies hadn't started up, due to the lack of pollen

And the abundance of snow and cold

Donna gasped, looking over her shoulder

"Angie, n-"

Angie revealed herself, giggling and plopping herself in your lap

You froze, "A-a doll? Donna... is this a gift?"

You never really liked or disliked dolls

Angie gave another giggle, "No, stupid! I'm Angie. Donna's most favorite doll. And a friend."

Your eyes widened at the living doll, "Uh... im-"

"I know who you are!!" She floated infront of you now

"And we like you!"

Donna was quiet, not surprisingly, but you reached out for her

She gently took your hand in her's

"Donna. Tell me whats going on. Please."

Donna nodded, quietly starting to explain.

The gifts from Mother Miranda, the plants, the pollen and finally Angie

You looked at the floating doll, who was nodding her head along, with Donna's words

Then finally, you pulled Donna closer to your side

"You don't ever have to hide things from me. I never had a problem with the other ways that you cope, Donna."

Your encouraging words sent the woman into tears of joy

She buried her face in your chest

You smiled at Angie, who patted you on the forehead

Karl Heisenberg

You sat in the smaller, (safer) part of his factory

It was a part he had built to keep you safe

From what?

You had asked Karl several times, on different occasions, what was he building

"Its none of your concern." He waved a hand dismissively, "Whats for dinner?"

You always had huffed out whatever meal you made for the pair of you

Karl was always one of three places: meeting his "family", in the factory, or right next to you

The "family" was always thrown into air quotes

You knew he disliked his "family"

He announced his leaving out again, not telling you where

But leaving nonetheless, as usual you waved him off

But today was different, you WERE going to see what the hell was in that factory

Not paying attention to the warnings he gave you, you made your way down

Once at an elevator, you pressed the button

It came up and you were met with a large, large portly man

"Why if it isn't Heisenberg's little kitten."

Shocked you jumped back a bit, but then inched your way inside

"Its alright. I mean you no harm. Come, come."

You stood next to him, "Uh... who are you?"

"You may call me The Duke." He hummed, "But what are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to play here?"

You lifted your chin, "I can handle myself. Thank you."

The Duke gave a small laugh, as you pulled the switch, but didn't speak again

Hitting the bottom floor, you disembarked, waving goodbye

You noticed a door and pushed through

Only to be met with a metal drill nearly splitting your face in two

With a strangled yelp, you lept backwards

"HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT THE HELL-"

"Who's in my damned- KITTEN!?"

You heard Heisenberg's voice above you and looked around frantic

"Karl! What-"

You didn't get to finish, the same monster came at you again

Dodging to the side, only barely missing getting drilled

Running in to the labyrinth, you were soon cornered

You shook with fear, hearing more monsters come after you

Closing your eyes, waiting for the blows to take you to the Great beyond

Your waiting was cut shirt hearing a series of clang's

You moved your hands and opened your eyes

Seeing Karl, standing in front of you shoving all the monsters back...

But he wasn't touching them....

"What... how-"

"Dont just sit on your ass, get up!" He barked, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him

Once back in the safe zone, you slapped him, breathing heavily

He took it, it was a well deserved slap

"E-explain yourself!"

He sat heavily down, telling you everything.

The reason for the factory, the monsters in it, his powers, Miranda's plan, even pouring out his emotions about it all

You finally understood and took his hands in yours, kneeling down infront of him

"You idiot. All you had to do was talk to me. Not be a "big tough guy" about it."

You kissed his rough hands

And he chuckled at you

"Always understanding. Thanks Kitten."

[phantomenby]

Into the Lions Den

immortal-velociraptor asked:

I’m curious, could you do something where Paul has a younger sibling he’s protective over. They aren’t as open about being a vampire as him. But instead of David choosing Micheal, the reader does and he hates Micheal for this. Like Paul just rags on Micheal for looking at his sweet little sibling in the first place.

<3333 im kissing ur 4head can u feel it

"Why do they even like him anyway?!"

Dwayne and Marko shared a look, their eyes staring off into space as Paul ran around the walls of the cave, hair going wild as he picked up speed.

"I mean, he's still new in town and we only know him because Max wanted to-"

"How long?" Dwayne turned to Marko confused, "how long until he gives up?"

The brunette shrugged, reaching for a book he had brought with him, finding where he was last reading, "until Michaels dead I guess."

They shared a laugh before zoning back out and watching their friend go by in short flashes of blonde and black.

"-they could have anyone else, and I mean ANYONE else, BUT HIM!?-"

-

Paul hated this.

He hated every damn second of it.

And he hated even more how David had forced him to tolerate it. I mean David, the guy spent the first week of knowing Michael trying to get him killed in some weird hazing ritual.

Now here he was, slouched on his bike as he glared at Michael who was doing nothing more than treating you to some ice cream like any good friend would do on a hot summer's day.

And while he couldn't say anything to Michael, or hurt him as per David's many warnings, he could do everything in his power to make the dumb half as uncomfortable as possible.

And Michael could feel it.

The two murderous eyes burning into the side of his head weren't subtle, and he was sure Paul had some secret mind powers like David that he was using to make it feel like the world was closing in on him.

But it all washed away when he looked into your eyes.

Your sweet bright eyes, always watching him so adoringly. If you let him he would spend all day getting lost in them.

"You're sweet-" Michael flushed, choking on the ice cream sitting on his tongue, "I-I mean, the-" taking a deep breath he covered his embarrassment with a smile, eyes flicking to your brother followed with a slight wince at how dark the blonde's eyes had become, "the ice cream, the- yeah strawberry's my favorite-"

You laughed, a sweet breathy sound that made his chest feel warm.

Smiling at him you reached towards his cheek, thumb rubbing away a small bit of ice cream near the corner of his mouth, bringing it back to lick it away.

Paul might have shown mercy when killing Michael before, but now he was going to make it hurt.

Even David was glancing at him warily as small rumbled left the taller man's chest, sending Dwayne a nod as an indication to use any means necessary to prevent Paul from ripping apart Michael in front of hundreds of civilians.

"I'm gonna kill him-"

"No you're not," Star cut him off, leaning beside Dwayne and rolling her eyes, "they don't belong to you Paul, they can date who they want."

Paul merely shook his head, "not Michael, I draw the line at Michael fucking Emerson."

"He's not even that bad," all eyes shot to Marko who was currently buttering up some redhead called Suzie, sending the rest of his pack a blank stare as Paul seethed beside him, betrayal shining in his eyes, "I mean, he's awkward, can't dress for shit, doesn't know how to make someone cu-"

"Stop." Paul shuddered at the thought, his sweet sweet sibling doing that with Michael? No, definitely not.

Brushing him off Marko continued, "but he's nice, and remember how respectful he was with Star, and he's never judged us even when we tried to ki-scare him."

Marko smiled down at Suzie, fortunately, the poor girl was too busy picking at her nails, evidently bored with their friendly-ish banter.

The group turned back to look at the pair of you, instead finding that you both had disappeared.

And when they turned to look at Paul he was gone too.

-

"Having fun?"

Michael froze, the hand he had so comfortably placed on your back flinching away from you, trying his best not to look scared as he turned to see your brother.

"Paul!" He gave his usual smile, hoping his puppy-dog charms would work as well on Paul as they did on you.

"Mike." The brunette found himself, being yanked away from you as you inspected some rings, barely noticing as he was dragged towards a darker part of the market.

Never mind, Michael thought, death is just a short moment away.

"Can I help-"

Paul cut him off, "let's cut to the chase," he stepped closer to the brunette, making him inch back into the dark alley between the stalls, cornering him, "what are your intentions with my sibling."

Michael spluttered, trying to figure out what to say that wouldn't end up with his face on a missing poster, "I-I, well I- we-"

"We?" Paul's face grew darker as he moved them both further into the alley, the shadows on his face making his eyes look darker than ever.

"N-no not we, I mean I just-"

"Paul?" Your voice piping up behind the blonde made him freeze, his body no longer hunching over Michael as he relaxed his face, his usual dopey grin meeting your eyes as he spun to face you.

"Hey, bubba!"

Your brother's arms wrapped you up in a tight hug, his legs moving you backward and away from the alley he had been looming in.

You had assumed it was a meal, someone who had annoyed him, but when you caught sight of your boyfriend looking scared shitless you damn near shredded your brother's back with your claws.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!- Paul-" shoving him back you sped towards Michael, taking his face in your hands and inspecting him carefully, "are you okay, did he hurt you?"

He shook his head, glancing behind you warily to where your brother stood glaring at him.

"Bub-"

"Fuck off Paul," grabbing your boyfriend you brought him back to the crowded central walkway, ignoring your brother's pleas as you continued on until you were a good ways away.

Michael was watching you, skin still flushed and hand clinging tightly to yours, his hand brushing against your shoulder was the only thing to begin calming you down, "you okay?"

You laughed, leaning forward to press your face to his collar.

"I should be asking you that."

"Hey," his hand met your hair, smoothing down the long fraying locks softly as he encouraged you to meet his eyes, when you did he pressed a kiss to your hairline, "I don't mind it, it's probably one of the most normal things he does."

And it was, between Paul's tendency to walk around the cave upside down and play soccer with human heads being overprotective wasn't the worst thing he could spend his time with.

Still, it was annoying. And you were an adult, you could do what you want.

"I guess it's better than him eating you."

Michael laughed, but his slight discomfort at the fact that he was friends with people who would have eaten him under other circumstances wasn't particularly reassuring.

"True, nice to know I won't end up on a missing poster in the morning."

You scoffed, pinching his cheek teasingly, "don't be silly, if anyone's gonna eat you it'll be me, you're too tasty to pass up."

Michael watched slack-jawed as you sent him a wink, disappearing into the crowd ahead and leaving him behind.

"Did they just-" following after you he shouted your name, hearing your laughter scattered across the crowd, "babe!-"

[ame-in-the-rain]

can i please. have all your thoughts on the mannequin girlies. (i want to share mine but would feel weird dumping them in ur inbox unprompted LOL also im curious)

Yes!!!!!!!!!!

okay so i always liked to think that vampire has some sort of noise sensitivity (like a bat’s echolocation). Basically, she hates loud noises. Also she’s canonically a gamer girl which is hilarious so uhh jerma-esque streamer.

animal and vampire and cinderella are the disaster trio. probably the youngest of the group and absolute menaces. animal and vamp,, they have something going on idk what it is

status effect and u are gay married. i cannot stress this enough.

did anyone think that cinderella and vampire were the same girlie??? anyway her bio says that she has 15/15 vision but just wears glasses for the aesthetic. also the token “straight” that’s on thin ice

kesalesakesakesa ohhhh girlie I love her so much!!! why did deco make her hate herself pick your head up queen your crown is falling. she is like the resident therapist friend except she just sits there and zones out and says “so how does that make you feellll.” im writing something with a kesa cameo where she’s just hyper focused on getting her booth done for her school’s culture festival so I like to think she handles being apart of the band and being a student. I always liked to think that she listens to a lot of heavier music that I listen to so you get stuff like this

we all know how i feel about paragift. somebody will die of FUN dynamic. I don’t know how my Brian thought about this but I’m right about them but ao3 hates me for it so I’m gonna do it myself.

fun fact about dilemma! I used the comic for an English assignment and the only annotation my teacher left was when I talked about how there’s a possibility that the entire band is just in dilemma’s mind. menthol illness

[emptymasks]

I’ve seen a lot about your thoughts on Elisabeth and Tanz der Vampire, and they’ve been really helpful getting into those musicals! But you have a huge list of other musicals that people can get into…

So I was wondering if you had any musicals you hadn’t mentioned in a while that you really like or would like to talk about??? (preferably something from your lists that has a blue heart please?)

Oh if only you knew how long the list of European musicals really is... I however have only seen 9 (if I counted right) and I have a lot more that I still need to watch. Oh also, I only put the blue hearts on any musicals that I was providing multiple links for so people could see which version I reccoment the most highly. If a musical only had one link and didn't have a blue heart it doesn't mean I didn't like it.

I've watched: Mozart das Musical, Elisabeth das Musical, Tanz der Vampire, 3 Musketiers, Mozart L'Opéra Rock, Dracula (the Graz production), Rebecca das Musical, Roméo et Juliette and Schikaneder.

If you enjoyed those two you're likely to enjoy Rebecca! It's written by the same composer/lyricist team as Elisabeth and Mozart (and same lyricist as Tanz der Vampire - though if you're listening to any German musical, original or translated, 90% of the time the lyrics will have been done by Michael Kunze that man is everywhere). The Stuttgart production has my favourite set design of any musical! Well... Actually probably. There are so many big set pieces it's insane, way more than I've seen in some Broadway and West End musicals. You can tell so much work went into it and the visual effects that I won't spoil if you don't know the plot but if you know the plot you know what I mean by the effects at the end are so good and I didn't expect them at all and I freaked out so much the first time I watched it. Jan Ammann as Maxim in the Stuttgart production is the best Maxim. No I won't take any argument. Other actors feel a bit one-dimensional to me, but the way Maxim acts at times comes from trauma and some actors and productions seem to forget that, but Jan really goes for it and his Maxim is a lot more sympathetic and I just want to give him a hug. Pia Douwes as Mrs Danvers, if you've seen her in Elisabeth what more do I need to say, she's amazing. A musical goddess. Her Danny is a bit more wild than some, but she kills it. My favourite video, which I put the blue heart next to, has understudy Christina Patten as Ich/I, but I adore her she's my favourite. She adds some spunk to Ich in act 2 and her voice is so pretty and aaaa. I just love these three actors together in these roles.

Roméo et Juliette is another favourite of mine! It's hard to choose which one to recommend, but it has to be the original 2000/2001 production because of the sweetness and chemistry and voices of Damien Sargue and Cecilia Cara as Romeo and Juliet. They're so pretty and work together so well. The only reason I say it's hard to pick is Mercutio. I adore him, but in the original production they cut out a song they had planned for him and he doesn't really do much at all? In the 2010 revival they gave him two more songs and you care about him so much more and John Eyzen plays such a good Mercutio. So I'd recommend the original but if you want to like Mercutio more, which you should he's amazing, I'd recommend watching at least clips of John's. It's an interesting musical because all productions are non-replica and also change around the order of songs, add or take away characters, all sorts. The Hungarian production is also very popular and I'm sure it's great, I just haven't' gotten around to watching it yet.

Mozart das Musical was the first non-English language musicals I watched so I have a fondness for it, but it's not my favourite. However, I do realise I have forgotten most of the songs and the few I've gone back and listened to are better than I remember.

Dracula isn't super popular and I understand why, I don't love the plot of the Dracula/Mina romance in it, however. I do love this musical because despite how I find the plot lacking, the songs are so good! At least, I love them. And the actors are all doing a great job. And it's one of the few Dracula adaptions to keep Quincy Morris so they get bonus points for that.

Mozart L'Opéra Rock and modern French musicals... This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but they're often more like pop-rock operas now. So if you're not into musicals with that style of music it might not be for you, but I still enjoyed it even though I didn't think I would because of the style of music. Mozart and Salieri's chemistry is very good, Salieri's bisexual crisis song is iconic, actually all of Salieri's songs are iconic.

Schikaneder... eh. I didn't like it that much and I didn't really like any of the songs. There's no English subtitles, but someone sent me the entire English synopsis and I watched it with a German friend so I had double the help of understanding it. Doesn't mean others might not like it, just none of the songs stood out to me and I had no desire to listen to any of them again. It's by Steven Scharwz of Wicked fame and I love Wicked, but I didn't love this.

3 Musketiers!! God it's so underrated and not spoken about within the European musical fandom that I even forget about it and literally forgot to write about it earlier in this post. It's a Dutch musical (though did also have a German production) and it's really good!? Faces you might know are Pia Douwes as Milady de Winter, Stanley Burlseon as Cardinal Richeliu (Netherlands Der Tod in Elisabeth), Henk Poort as Athos (Netherlands Phantom and Jean Valjean). The dialgoue is funny, the songs are good, some of the set pieces have no right to exist in this tiny musical?? They made this giant boat and pelt the actors with rain just for one 5 minute song and then we never see the boat again? And while I recommend the Dutch one because Dutch musicals deserve more love and it has official English subtitles!! Official ones, not fanmade! I have the DVD and it comes with English subtitles (and Dutch and German subtitles) which is so nice. The German version is also good, good cast, Pia came back and Uwe Kroger as Richeliu and omg they rearranged the songs and the German arrangement of Nicht Aus Stein is insane and amazing and frankly iconic.

That's all of the ones I have watched. Next on my list to watch are Rudolf and Notre Dame de Paris, both of which I have listened to some songs from and already love (I've listened to way too much of Notre Dame de Paris and am so in love).

I want to start organising streams where I'll host the musical either by getting the video from Youtube or my own files and anyone who wants to join can come along and watch with us, chat with us if you want or just watch there's no pressure to chat. I thought about doing weekly streams? This would also make me finally watch some of the ones I've been meaning to for ages. But I keep wondering about time zones. I'm in the UK and would want to stream at about 11pm at the latest (11pm BST/GMT+1 as we’re in daylight savings at the moment, if the streams continue past the end of October which would be wild then I’ll make a note of the time change that would be to 11pm GMT), which I know can work for other UK and Europeans, but for any Americans would be in the afternoon. So, I wondered if doing it on a weekend would be better? Then it doesn't matter if it's in the afternoon? Maybe Saturday evenings then? It would either be Saturday evenings UK time or Friday evenings UK time. What do you guys think? If people are down then I'll make a separate post with a list of what we'll be watching each week and if anything happens to me that means I can't stream one week then everything will just get pushed back a week, but I don't see that as likely to happen. And I'll only be streaming those that have English subtitles, so don't worry about not being able to understand anything.

edit: am also open to 10pm bst if others want that, im just trying to think of what time works best for everyone so sorry if 11pm is a little late for europeans, i know 10pm could be a little early for americans. also in case it sounded like these are the only musicals i will be streaming, thats not so, ive got more than just the ones mentioned on this list!

(Tagging some people who I know are or might be interested in streams to see what you think of that plan: @sirona-art @ringwraith100 @tanz-der-trash @smilingwoland @the-weird-dane @witchgaye @ami-fidele @kisstheghouls @looking-4-happiness @ladysapphire928 @sloanedestler @tinywound @persephonaae @phoenixdewinter @uwucoffee @freshbloodandgothicism )

[wincore]

sweet tooth | dong sicheng

pairing: vampire!sicheng x reader

words: 2.8k

summary: out of all the inconveniences a vampire boyfriend could pose, there’s about two tonight: a) him losing it at the next person who compliments his fangs, or b) you losing it at sicheng’s 100% blood alcohol content

genre: vampire!au, boyfriend!au, college!au, (tooth-rotting) fluff, comfort, humour

warning(s): mentions of blood, alcohol consumption, college halloween parties

song rec(s): candy - baekhyun // wish you were sober - conan gray

a/n: let’s pretend it’s halloween pls <3 also im sorry it’s so short and more drabble-ish but i wanted to write something gentle and comforting so!!! yeah ^^ also there is no plot. eep.

It’s two in the morning.

Or rather, it feels like two in the morning. 

A frat party is a horrible substitute for an actual Halloween party. The alcohol content is through the roof and the number of pairs making out is enough to make you feel queasy. You never knew horror themes had the innate ability to make people so flagrantly horny—you’re half glad you’re not, god forbid, single. Most of your friends were too busy, however, to organize the close-knit party you usually have each year—so here you are, with an invitation from a friend of a friend (of a friend). Your boyfriend might be the only one feeling more out of place than you are.

You glance at Sicheng from the pool table, the cup frozen against his lips while his eyes scan the room from corner to corner. You don’t do crowds and neither does he; though he does have the unwitting ability to charm any crowd he’s in. You’re not quite sure if he’s still unaware of that.

You watch as a girl you can easily recognize from your campus approach him, all smiles and giggles. She says something and you scoff, almost completely certain about what it is she said.

Sicheng might be unaware of it—but you are, and painfully so.

She looks at him starry-eyed and the scent of rum wafting around her. A part of her jacket is off her shoulder, a faint blush covering her cheeks that you can spot even under the dim lights. She’s definitely flirting—you know that because rumours go around faster than assignments in this university. Choi Joohee has a very public, very open crush on your boyfriend.

It’s not like it bothers you. Not at all.

Just a little bit.

Jealousy has never been your thing and you’re half certain what you’re feeling isn’t even jealousy—just a taste of alcohol and the proximity of a Halloween house party.

Speaking of which, the only thing harrowing about this place is the amount of alcohol everyone seems to be consuming—including your boyfriend. Ten dragged Yukhei home a while ago and a part of you is still not confident enough to handle a boyfriend with very pointy fangs and midnight cravings for blood (or juice, as Ten disgustingly phrases it). 

Sicheng nods along to something Joohee asks, an eyebrow raised quizzically on her and you assume he’s been zoning out the whole time. The urge to laugh surfaces and you swallow it whole. He’s so cute, even in this state. The lights dance across his face; candy blue, rich purple, saccharine red. The colours don’t help him stand any straighter, or slur his words any less.

You think it’s time to help your boyfriend out. However, the moment you walk through the swarms over to them, Joohee’s face sours. Of course, as the only competition (is it a competition if you’ve already won?) to the object of her affections, you don’t rank too high in her books. It made you a little upset at first, but you got used to it. (“She’ll get over it,” Sicheng had reassured several times. “Don’t worry.”)

People grow, and with that thought, you let it be.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Joohee tells Sicheng and walks away, like he’s supposed to follow her.

You roll your eyes and turn to Sicheng, who’s had a very delayed response to Joohee’s departure. His head is tilted to the side, eyes half-lidded and you’re almost afraid he’s going to drop to the floor right there and then. This is bad. The thing about vampires is that they absolutely should not, under any circumstance, have alcohol. Calling your boyfriend a lightweight is beyond an understatement.

“Sicheng,” you call softly. 

He turns to you, taking a moment to process, before pulling his lips into a wide smile. His fangs poke out even when he presses his lips back together, a contemplatory look over him.

“I thought you left me here.” He forces a sardonic smile.

Drunk off his ass and Sicheng still manages to be annoyingly sarcastic.

You open your mouth and close it again. It’s not like you can chide him without letting your fondness show. The Adonis features that grace his face don’t help. Flushed all the way to the neck, a drunk Dong Sicheng is very rare. The last time this happened must have been at least two years ago (and though you weren’t there then, the way Ten and Kun freeze up at the slightest mention, you decided to not ask).

“Why did you drink?” you ask, huffing. “You can’t even smell alcohol.”

There’s a short pause.

“Because you were ignoring me,” he replies, leaning in.

Heat washes into your cheeks. You forgot how unrestrained he gets with alcohol in his system.

Sicheng seems to have enough consciousness left in him to feel somewhat embarrassed, standing up straight and fiddling with his thumbs. You slip your hand into his without delay and pull, trying your best to navigate through the crowd. Is an ordinary Halloween party too much to ask for? Just when you can finally spot the front door, Sicheng stops abruptly, making you stumble backwards into his chest. He smells like the old deodorant he’s been using for a year underneath the smell of beer and… is that blood?

“Where are we going?” he asks sharply.

“Home, Sicheng,” you whine. “You can stay in my bed.”

He stays rooted in place stubbornly, and you wonder what it is now. This is the time you have to wonder if you’re dating a (potentially) immortal creature or a recently birthed baby.

“We should enjoy more. You’ve hardly smiled the past few weeks,” he mutters.

Your heartbeat spikes for a moment, when he brushes the hair from your face. All this time and he hasn’t changed the words he offers to you in private, the care on his lips and fingertips. A room full of people who aren’t listening is the best place to talk.

The first time you saw Sicheng was in the middle of the night, in the dark hallway of your shared apartment building, blood staining his jaw from a bag he’d acquired from med student Wong Kunhang. (You’re very sure that’s illegal.)

Needless to say, you’d fainted immediately after. When you came to, you were met with a man with pretty eyes and fangs poking out his mouth and in a bed that wasn’t yours. There was no blood this time but you screamed anyway, cut off by the man’s hand over your mouth.

“Calm down,” he said, voice surprisingly deep. “It’s not like I’m going to kill you.”

“You were planning to kill me?” you asked, panicking.

“I just said I wouldn’t,” he replied quietly, eyes wide and almost as stressed as you are.

Sicheng heaves a sigh, massaging his forehead. You shake yourself off the memories, tugging at his shirt so you can sit somewhere at least. The alcohol must have numbed his ears too. The low R&B tunes make no sense on Halloween night; even less when they’re played a few bars above the acceptable volume. If you’re not out of here soon, you might lose your hearing altogether.

The couch is slightly less stinky than you would have expected. (You grimace as you think to the last time you were at a frat party and in particular, the vomit.) Beside you, Sicheng mumbles about something you’re not quite sure of, a quiet rant with one-track emotions. It makes you giggle and for a moment, you forget the predicament of being stuck with a drunk vampire boyfriend who has just finished teething.

“Hey, guys.”

You look up to see Jihoon, the very friend of a friend (of a friend) who had invited you to this mess. It’s not like you harbour ill feelings towards him; but the guy has approximately zero ability to read the room. It’s mostly funny.

Sicheng makes a vague gesture that you assume means ‘hello’, sitting up straight so he doesn't look noticeably tipsy. You make light conversation with Jihoon, Sicheng’s arm around your waist tightening reflexively. You don’t plan on party-hopping, no matter how much Jihoon urges the two of you—seriously, does he not see the look on Sicheng’s face? He looks more zombie than vampire.

“You know, you don’t actually have to wear costumes for this, right? We didn’t set a theme,” Jihoon remarks, tilting his head to face your boyfriend. “The fangs are really cool, though. Holy shit. Dude, they look so real.”

Sicheng’s lips twitch but he forces them into a smile, trying to move as far away from Jihoon as possible. The fangs are usually not out and about in the open, slightly retracted during the day. The night, however, keeps him on edge. Sicheng hates the spotlight that only ever shows up for the wrong reasons, and he’d much rather graduate without having to deal with horny vampire-lovers. (It’s not that sexy; and you know from experience.) 

The way Sicheng looks makes you wonder how many people have pointed out the fangs tonight. You purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing.

“Thanks,” he responds, voice his usual deep baritone. 

Jihoon leaves after being unable to draw any more conversation out of Sicheng, some peace gracing you despite everything.

If you ever write a book on how to deal with vampire boyfriends, the first rule would be to never kiss him at night. The fangs are not as withdrawn then and they hurt. (The second is, of course, to never let them get a whiff of alcohol.)

When Sicheng first kissed you, it was midnight and you were at the convenience store to buy a few lunchboxes and instant coffee mix. You’d yelped when his fang had pricked your lower lip, alarming the worker and around fifteen minutes of (dishonest) explanation later, the two of you had left without buying what you came for.

After fretting for a while, Sicheng had kissed you once more with careful consideration—till the damn fangs got in the way again. It was sweet for a moment—like candy—though, the metallic taste of blood had invaded it afterwards. No matter how awkward or painful it was, your elation outweighed the rest. 

Kisses weren’t the only thing interrupted by fangs.

The turtlenecks and scarves certainly raised an eyebrow in your circle of friends. There was concern at first, then teasing and then a whole lot of inside jokes which made you want to smack each and every one of them. (“They’re hickeys, I swear, not vampire bites,” you had informed Ten. “Ew. I did not need to know that.” “Shut up.”)

Even so, Sicheng is warm—always has been, and not on the skin.  

You feel pressure on your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck and you adjust yourself so it’s more comfortable. 

“Tired?” you ask.

“Not at all.”

You shake your head at his lie. Gently pushing his head away, you get up from your seat and pull him up with all of your strength. Linking your arm through his, you smile at him when he raises an eyebrow. It’s time to get home, you’ve decided and these are times when one vote is enough. 

When you reach the front door, stumbling out with your suddenly talkative boyfriend, the autumn breeze hits you. Under the moonlight, the rosy hue over his cheeks is clearer and even more so when he smiles.

“It’s like our first date,” he says. 

You smile back at him.

“You were so embarrassing,” he adds.

Your smile drops and you smack his arm, eliciting a soft complaint from him.

Your first date was the only normal thing in this relationship—a date at the amusement park on Halloween, a bunch of kids mistaking your now boyfriend for Count Dracula and caramel popcorn smeared over your fingers. 

Sicheng sighs, lowering his head to rest his forehead against your shoulder. The two of you stay like that for a moment or two, the party music finally fading and Sicheng’s warmth seeping into you. You fix the lapels of his jacket absentmindedly, fingers tracing over the material. His hands rest lightly against your back yet still secure. 

A kitten lick at your neck jolts you back to reality. You gently push him by the shoulders, finding his fangs bared already. He stays unmoving for a few seconds before closing his mouth and going back to leaning against you, breath falling in waves against your neck.

“I’m not your juicebox, Sicheng,” you snap, frown deepening.

“But you have so much blood,” he mumbles, his forehead hot against your shoulder.

“Sicheng.”

He sobers up a little, pulling back with a stream of pouting apologies. You bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling. Despite everything, your boyfriend is such a child sometimes. There’s a short pause.

“But wait, don’t go biting someone else’s neck,” you quickly add, flustered.

Sicheng suppresses a smile.  

“So I can have a little—”

“No.”

Sicheng pouts but agrees enough to follow you, the two of you moving soundlessly over the sidewalk. Being alone with him has always been easing; you don’t need a crowd for comfort. 

With fingers interlaced, you walk alone with him as the orange street lights cast shadows on the buildings lined up. A few more blocks and you’ll reach your apartment, get to push Sicheng into bed and pray he doesn’t throw up at your front door—and yet still, you walk as slow as you can as if the autumn wind will be gone as quick as it arrived.

The number of people shrink the further you get from the party, and you heave a sigh of relief, glad to be away from, what you and your friends call, the rich neighbourhood. The familiar path to your apartment, no matter the pricing, has much better air to breathe in. It’s past midnight and yet, you can see the city lights in the distance, the ones that never sleep—for the living or the dead.

Something runs into your legs and you jump onto Sicheng, who in turn flinches away with a strangled yelp. 

You look down to see a giant golden retriever in a white blanket which you assume is meant to be a ghost outfit. It wags its tail, sniffing around your boyfriend’s legs, making him giggle as he crouches down to pet the creature.

“I’m so sorry!” 

You look up to find a young girl holding a pumpkin almost as large as her head, an apologetic look over her head. Some part of you is happy to see a costume, considering you were robbed of yours. (Sometimes you dream of matching costumes but again, the damn fangs.)

“Piri loves people, I’m so sorry if he bothered—oh hey dude, cool fangs.”

Sicheng offers the fakest smile ever, accompanied with a thumbs up gesture. You sigh, apologizing to the girl before parting ways. 

“That’s the eighth time tonight,” Sicheng says, scowling almost. “I counted.”

You laugh, squeezing his hand. Calm, relaxed Dong Sicheng tends to lose it at repetitive comments with only three sips of beer.

When you reach the apartment building, clouds cover the moon and you draw your jacket closer to yourself. You think for a moment about the inevitability of time and whether you’re even allowed to fall in love this way. You push the thoughts aside almost inevitably. When the time comes, you will have a decision to make—and after everything, it is love which turns people. 

For now, you can enjoy this Halloween night with your (literally) one-of-a-kind boyfriend.

You fumble around with the keys, Sicheng looking at you with sleepy eyes as he leans against the wall. He must be worn out from the alcohol by now.

“Hey,” he calls, the words more muffled than usual. 

You raise an eyebrow, tugging him inside all the while maintaining your balance.

“You know my favourite blood type?” he continues.

You shake your head. “If you’re thinking of feeding, I’ll get some blood bags from Kunhang.”

Sicheng pouts. “You ruined the line.”

“Huh?”

“Yours. Yours is my favourite blood type.”

Despite the terrible execution of his so-called pick-up line, you find yourself shaking with laughter. You’re not sure if it’s the late night or the October air—the two of you share the silliest of laughter at the doorway to your apartment.

Within the moment itself, Sicheng leans in to kiss you and your hands move to run through his hair out of habit. The taste of beer and the prick of his fangs makes you pull away. You look at each other for a moment before you give in anyway and kiss him against the doorframe.

October ends with memories—your first date, Sicheng’s cooking disaster, and now this. It’s blissful for the few moments the two of you let it be. That is, until Sicheng opens his mouth.

“Oh, by the way, can you apologize to Ten for me? I think I bit him thinking it was you.”

“Sicheng, what the fuck?”

October ends with proximity, sweet as candy and warm as toast—stumbling into bed with all that and more.

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter - Monday, March 28th

THESULAC: Well, I don't know about you (laughs) but I'm stuffed! God I love people! - Don’t' you? (Laughs) they feed me their worst and I kind of serve it right back to them, and the fear and prejudice turns to certainty and hate, and I take another bite and mmm-mmm-mmm! (Laughs) What a beautiful, beautiful dance! (Moves down from the landing towards Angel) Oh, you got your feelings hurt, didn't you? See now what happens when you stick your neck out for them? They throw a rope around it! (Angel starts to walk towards the door) And you thought you'd made a friend. News flash! You *had*! (Angel stops but doesn't turn around) That's what made her the *yummiest* morsel of all. (Laughs) You reached her, buddy! Restored her faith in people. Without you she would have been just another appetizer. But you plumped her up good! Now, she's a meal that's gonna last me a lifetime! (Laughs then drifts closer towards Angel's back) Hey, you know what? There is an entire hotel here just full of tortured souls that could really use your help. - What do you say? ANGEL: Take them all.

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part i don’t even fucking know anymore

[TEXT]:  tony the tiger tops

[TEXT]:  choose NOT to see jesus !!

[TEXT]:  god if i wanted to be called slurs i’d just go to hurlock

[TEXT]:  drugs, a safer alternative to dabbling with the occult

[TEXT]:  stay ignorant to own the libs

[TEXT]:  the people Needed to know you could fuck the android

[TEXT]:  we are all mothman kin here in the bone zone

[TEXT]:  stayhydrayed 

[TEXT]:  I WAS RUNNIN ON VODKA SPRITE AND TORTELLINI

[TEXT]:  geoff beesüs.........

[TEXT]:  pov: ur a small dog hunting ronald reagan for sport

[TEXT]:  i'm about to beat up a senior citizen

[TEXT]:  going to therapy: cool. old people: fuck off.

[TEXT]:  we all kin the party mouse in the bone zone

[TEXT]:  he is every awkward gangly teenage boy’s fursona

[TEXT]:  see I'm fuckin right. this man will never watch doctor who because he has too much anime to watch.

[TEXT]:  we are all just plants with complicated emotions

[TEXT]:  atitpl (assigned trans in the parking lot)

[TEXT]:  i purchased a new gender at the walmart

[TEXT]:  literally an hour and a half ago i thought i was gonna crawl into bed but now i'm caffeinated and enraged for multiple reasons

[TEXT]:  cant talk rn, im doin hot girl shit [proceeds to lick the tiles]

[TEXT]:  we are all god's personal muppets, waiting to be vored

[TEXT]:  I CAN ONLY HANDLE SO MUCH VORE-RELATED TOMFOOLERY AT ONCE

[TEXT]:  DONT TALK TO ME ABOUT FUCKING VORE UNTIL IVE VORED THOSE FUCKING HAMS

[TEXT]:  humiliate the left, guillotine daddy bezos

[TEXT]:  guillotine ceos to own the libs

[TEXT]:  his ass is juicy and has ruined lives

[TEXT]:  one foot in the grave and the other in an ice skate

[TEXT]:  are we not all, at our core, crunchy little raviolis

[TEXT]:  we are All the man in the mirror

[TEXT]:  i cant have common sense AND a fat ass thats just not how it works

[TEXT]:  i’ve got a fat ass and i will use it for evil

[TEXT]:  i think crowley would kin [name]

[TEXT]:  thanks now i'm gonna be thinking about his big ass mouth for the rest of the night

[TEXT]:  bernie sanders saying "the entire nation of ireland makes my dick soft"

[TEXT]:  "piss? stored in the balls. semen? stored in the neck."

[TEXT]:  livin with ur piss rice (and piss rice related crimes)

[TEXT]:  mustard crimes are a misdemeanor, piss rice crimes are a felony

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[TEXT]:  awab (assigned wolverine at birth)

[TEXT]:  every day i log into twitter and i simp for fucking vampires

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[TEXT]:  i am. in love with a cowboy.

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[TEXT]:  mothman has done nothing wrong ever and moose have done many things wrong

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Accidents happen

Rudony ( tony x rudolph)

@rudolph-sackville-bagg. I finally posted it

Nights with tony were lively.

Rudolph loved the feel of the warmth his hand had when they flew over the tops of trees and over ponds. He loved seeing him cheer in excitement as he did a loop. He enjoyed the way his voice would change on the calm nights they sat under the moonlight on the rooftop, Tony reading a few books from the castle library. Rudolph loved how being with Tony, in any way, always felt alive.

Nights with Rudolph were adventurous.

Tony would jump in delight when Rudolph offered his hand for a flight from his window at sunset. He loved the way he would tease him reminding him to close his mouth before he caught a bug. He loved holded his hand as they walked beside the river, jumping in and splashing each other until they were soaked. No matter how small it may be, there was always an adventure with Rudolph.

It was no wonder the boys had fallen in love with each other. If only they both knew it.

Tony walked up a small hill on the way back to the castle, Rudolph flying after him. 

" I never knew turtles could bite so hard." Tony laughed as he turned to face Rudolph, walking backwards, 

" I told you it was called a snapping turtle. You're lucky it only got the stick you poked it with and not your finger."  Rudolph only laughed at the recent memory.

" I'm a vampire, I'm sure a small bite wouldn't have caused that much damage." 

" Well i still think vampires need their fingers,"

Tony smiled and shook his head, he started to turn back around to continue the walk up the hill. Rudolph flew over him and appeared in front of him upside down. He went to say something when Tony had turned his head forward to face him.

Tony had been stepping up and forward, not knowing how close he was to the boy until his warm lips met his cold ones.

In all his 300 and 13 years, Rudolph had never felt a moment so long and so short all at once. He faintly thought "warm and soft" before he flew backwards at realizing what happened.

Tony on the other hand, had jumped back almost a second later blushing. He touched his lips with one hand, and even though it was brisk, he could still feel how cold and chapped Rudolph's lips felt against his.

Both boys stared at the other, neither being able to come up with an excuse or reason or even a word.

Tony managed to find one first.

" i didn't know you were so close...that um..wasn't...on purpose." But he really wished it had been. He wanted to kiss him again already.

Rudolph had turned right side up and had the back of his hand to his lips, trying to hold the feeling of the kiss there. He nodded as he observed Tony, looking for any sign he might have been ok with it, but quickly dismissing all the obvious signs as just nervousness or surprise or tony being...Tony.

" Ah yes. I'll be a bit more careful next time." He completely planned to not do that.

The boys stayed there another minute quietly. Rudolph cleared his throat first.

" The sun will be coming up soon. Uh...how about I fly us home?"

_________

 The flight there was silent, even as they both had the same thing screaming inside their heads.

Rudolph dropped Tony at the front door. Said a quick good day and flew to his window. Tony waved as he left and headed inside to have breakfast with his family.

As Tony zoned out eating cereal, Rudolph was having trouble sleeping. He kept touching his lips and imagining what it would feel like to feel them again. If he even could feel them again. 

After agonizing over it for far to long into the day, he gave into the only thing he knew to do. 

He went to Anna and Gregory for advice.

______________

" it is 11 am in the morning. The sun is glaring down outside those curtains...and you wake me up. Drag me all the way out of my room..for this. " Gregory crossed his arms as he stared at his little brother. He brushed lips for half a second and now he can't even face a mere mortal?

Anna, on the other hand? She was also upset at being woken up but she was not happy about what happened either. 

" It's not fair that you got to kiss Tony first!" 

" that is not the problem here! I don't even know what to do and it wasn't a kiss on purpose!" 

Anna huffed crossing her arms " well if it had been me i wouldn't have let it end so quickly." 

Rudolph held his head in his hands " why did i think going to you two would be any good advice." 

Gregory yawned " let's hurry up so I can get back to sleep. I had been having a nice little daydream before you rudely interrupted." 

Rudolph let himself float as he tried to think " I mean..it..it wasn't even on purpose..we just gotta little close is all...but i don't even know how to face him!" 

Anna chimed in" upside down apparently," Gregory nudged her and she let out a puff of air, then floated up to Rudolph. 

" this is really bothering you that much?" Rudolph nods

" yes anna...i don't quite know what to do...and i don't want to avoid him...and i want to kiss him again but i'm not even sure he would be ok with that. Let alone like to be romantic." 

Anna tapped her foot in the air, making no sound, but she sighed defeated.

" if he says no, then i get him. No take backs!" 

Rudolph turned to face her better, " what do you mean?"

" I mean tonight when he wakes up, ask him to go flying, and talk about the kiss. Ask to do it again. But if he says no or if you don't do it. He is mine." Rudolph didn't quite know what to say to that,or where to start either. Luckily- or unluckily- she went past him and into the hall, heading to her room.

Gregory yawned " she has a point rudolph. You won't know until you ask him. I'm sure it will all turn out fine." And he followed Anna out so he coule grt bsck to sleep. This wasn't his problem. This left Rudolph to deal with the advice he did not want and a deal he didn't agree to or ask for. 

_______

Waiting for Tony to wake up was misery. To keep Tony from sleeping all day. His parents set his bedtime from 4pm to 11 pm and he could stay up the rest of the night and day. Sadly this also meant a few hours of the night were spent without Tony, and tonight those hours ticked by like years.

Finally. At 11pm on the dot. Rudolph flew into Tony's room from the open window. 

Tony hadn't been able to get much sleep himself, and had gotten the same advice from his parents as Rudolph had from his siblings. But in a much less challenging way, although that didn't make it any easier. 

He sat up when Rudolph came in and yawned. 

" goodnight Rudy." He waved a bit nervously. Rudolph took a quick breath and did his best to act as normal as vampirely possible as he held out his hand.

" ready for your wakeup call?"

 Tony couldn't help the grin that spread over his face as he took Rudolph's hand and they flew into the night.

______

It wasn't long before the two were sat on top of the tower rudolph had left Tony on once before, neither filling the open with words quite yet. 

" hey about yesterday-" 

" about the kiss-" 

They said at the same time. Then Quickly went quiet, waiting for the other to finish. Stars. They are so awkward.

Rudolph remembered anna' s decree over Tony, even if tony wasn't a prize to be won ( unless rudolph won, that doesn't count), he didn't like the idea of her stealing him away. 

" Tony, i apologize if this comes out...rash." He started. He kept talking, hoping that if he didn't stop he wouldn't back out," but yesterday, I admit I didn't plan to be so close for that to happen. That is to say i didn't plan it but i- i may have - perhaps it was-" he stumbled over his words.

Tony took over quickly,``I haven't kissed someone before!" 

Rudolph fell quiet " huh?"

The mortal continued, rubbing the back of his head as he did to get some nerves out,``I um..mean that..since i havent kissed anyone before that would have been my first kiss. But um..i was..wanting a proper kiss. " 

Rudolph felt his heart sink, he didn't mean to accidentally take his first kiss! 

" I apologize Tony, I didn't mean to take that from you." 

Tony was wearing the same red his hoodie had on his face by this point, " i'm not saying that it was..bad..i..am saying." He took a small breath and took one of rudolph's hands.

" kiss me again?"

Rudolph stared at Tony for a bit. Unsure what to say or even do. Did this mean that Tony liked him? Or did he just want a proper kiss and it happened to be Rudolph who kissed him on accident, so he was asking him to do it proper this time?

Tony bit his lip and looked away quickly 

" im sorry, that was...a selfish request...i was um..just hoping maybe you...wanted to kiss me too." 

Rudolph had to say something. Anything. Something at all!

"Your lips are very warm." 

Not that!

" -and i'd like to kiss you again!" 

That's better!

Tony blushed as he faced him and nodded, holding one hand and putting the other gently behind his neck. Tony pulled Rudolph into a soft kiss.

Rudolph had been right. Tony's kiss was very soft and warm. He could stay like this for hours if he would let him. 

Rudolph put his free hand on Tony' s cheek. Pulling him closer, and he swears he could taste strawberries on him.

It only lasted a few seconds, before both boys pulled back from the kiss, still holding onto each other. Tony laughed a little bit.

" so um..does this mean you like me?" 

Rudolph looked offended, " you mean i can kiss you and you think I would only just like you? Tony, I love you." 

Ok, Rudolph did not plan to say that tonight.

Tony did not expect to hear that tonight either.

 

But Tony just kissed him again quickly, and mumbled against his lips the same words he just heard. 

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When Anna heard the news in the morning, she was sure to remind Rudolph she would grab Tony if he let him go, and Gregory just gave him a pat on the back as a congratulations, but no one was surprised they had gotten together. Just glad they finally did. 

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Hi. I'm the anon who asked about au's. I'm just shy, so don't take offense my apology! You're great and friendly! I'd like a scenario request though! I've been into vampires since the Halloween season, and wanted to request one. A little late, but I guess any time is a good time, haha. I'd like it to be with Tsukishima being vampire and spending the night at his crushes house, and he ends up feeding on her in her sleep? You can do what you like with this idea! I'm very interested to see it!

A/N: omfggg i went so so overboard with this,, im just so damn weak for vampire!tsukishima. TW: blood obviously. Also, keep in mind that this request involves a character coming into the reader’s bedroom to p much prey on her while she’s asleep. There’s nothing sexual involved, but if you suspect that that type of scene may trigger you, then I suggest you either don’t read this or read at your own discretion. Ok?? ok,..,, you’ve been warned and you’re on your own now. Word count: 1,870 (lmao my bad)

UNDER THE CUT.

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His fingers were akin to glass; their delicacy threatened with a shatter as they brushed against the daisies. Traces of pollen were dusted along his palms, petals of ivory stroking the length of his legs. Sparse grass had buried itself into the folds that rested within his clothes, lightly pricking his skin. 

Discarding the vivid memory, Tsukishima recalled that he hadn’t seen the cottage by the meadow in over a century. 

To Tsukishima, those memories resembled scratched segments of dusty videocassettes. He remembered that he had a brother named Akiteru, a seamstress for a mother and a labourer for a father. Their faces, however, were permanently forgotten. It didn’t bother Tsukishima, though - he preferred it over death. If it weren’t for Yamaguchi turning him, he would have died following the pillage. 

Prior to meeting her, Tsukishima never kept track of time since he had all of eternity to live. In the past year, he’d grown attached enough to maintain his relationship with her, but not attached enough to risk getting his head severed from his body. Tsukishima planned to cut her out of his life soon.

‘Look at you all zoned out,’ she teased, ‘I didn’t take you for an art critic.’ 

‘You want a critique?’ Tsukishima sneered, ‘this painting’s really ugly.’

‘It’s not ugly!’ she exclaimed, ‘Ojiisan gave it to me. He bought it from an artist in Nagiso long ago.’ 

‘Well, he had awful taste,’ he knew that that wasn’t his real opinion. What else was he supposed to say, though? That the painting of a cottage by a meadow reminded him of his first home? That he was alive before her grandfather was? 

Of course not.

‘You have a lot of nerve saying that…’ she poked the bridge of Tsukishima’s glasses, ‘… when you’re the one who’s wearing those. Get nicer frames.’

‘I’m sorry I like to see,’ he sarcastically said with a smirk, ‘is this how you treat your guests?’

‘You’re the one who said my painting’s ugly,’ she shrugged, collapsing on the couch. ‘I think ojiisan said he met a vampire when he visited Nagiso.’ 

‘Don’t be stupid,’ Tsukishima sneered, joining her, ‘there’s barely any in Japan.’

‘Yes there is,’ she asserted, ‘they used to live savagely centuries ago, but they’ve integrated into human society.’

Tsukishima was almost taken aback. She was right - creatures of his kind still existed and they integrated well. Too well, to the point where they were widely considered to be an extinct being.

‘Let me guess, your ojiisan told you that,’ Tsukishima masked his surprise with a taunting tone, ‘do vampires also disappear in mirrors and wear black cloaks?’ 

She crossed her arms as she stuck her tongue out childishly, ‘Make fun of me all you want, but he said that he knew what he saw. A young woman in an alleyway,’ she shuddered, her spine graced by a shiver, ‘her fangs buried deeply within a mangled cat, slurping up all its blood.’

‘How scary,’ Tsukishima mocked, pretending as though he hadn’t done such a thing. He was repulsed at the idea of feeding on animals, but centuries ago, there were times where he found himself desperate. All he fed on nowadays were suicide victims beneath a nearby cliff and from blood banks. Yamaguchi did the same.

‘Whatever,’ she stood up, stretching her arms out with a yawn, ‘don’t come crying to me if you ever do come across a vampire.’ 

‘Because in that situation, I’d definitely come to you,’ Tsukishima sarcastically remarked, ‘I’d feel safe with your wooden stake and silver.’

‘You realise I can make you sleep on the couch instead of the guest bedroom, right?’

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Every attempt he made to quiet his mind had failed; it descended, further, further and further into an obsession with the possibility that a long blade would soon sever his head. 

Tsukishima was never aware that she possessed any knowledge about his kind. Vampires became less of a reality and more of an old tale. Not many knew that they ate human food, drank human drinks - the only difference was that it was all tasteless and that his nutrition could only be obtained from fresh blood. Put simply, human foods were a useless filler. 

Although she didn’t mention it, Tsukishima believed it was likely that she was aware of that fact. As his pupils fixated themselves to the ceiling, a year was suddenly no longer a fleeting moment to him. A year’s worth of a close relationship with a human was a long time. Especially when the human belongs to the minority that believed that vampires still lived amongst them. 

Yamaguchi had warned him of this, urging him to recall when hiring vampire hunters was common practise, when suspected vampires (and any human who sheltered a vampire) were burned at the stake, begging for any form of mercy. 

Tsukishima began packing away the belongings he brought with him to her home, concluding that her memory of him had to turn into a mirage, just like the faces of his family. As he made his way out the guest bedroom, he realised how he loathed how fond he grew of her. Tsukishima wanted to fully remember the arch of her brows, the lashes that curved away from her waterline, the wit of her tongue, the outline of her lips.

He passed by her bedroom, knowing that he couldn’t rely on his memories. Eventually, the centuries to come would led them to disintegrate into ashes, where they will never arise again - memories bore no similarity to a phoenix.

Turning around, Tsukishima quietly placed his duffle bag on the floor and carefully opened the door. He was unsure as to whether he could remember her once he left - but he was confident that he wouldn’t forget the flavour her blood carried. 

Her body had already been lulled into a deep state of sleep - after all, Tsukishima possessed heightened senses and could hear her slow and rhythmic breathing. 

The emotional attachment Tsukishima held towards her was constantly denied by him, until he envisioned his pillow beside hers. He falsely hoped to share that blanket with her for the nights to come, perhaps even bicker over blanket-stealing the following morning. Maybe she snored sometimes and he could tease her about it. Would they wake up at the same time, or would he wake up first? 

Tsukishima didn’t want those thoughts to exist anymore. He wanted them to burn with intense fury and relief; identical to the burning of suspected vampires centuries ago. 

She was already asleep on her side, her body facing the wall. Kneeling beside the double bed, Tsukishima warily placed a hand on her shoulder. The thumb of his other hand rested along the angle of her jaw, gently pushing her head further away from her neck. For a couple of seconds, Tsukishima merely stared at the skin he was about to pierce. She’ll keep him in mind while the marks scab over and bruise, but after that, she will forget about him; because he’ll be long gone by then. 

The longer his fangs grew, the more reluctant he became to bite into her. This wasn’t going to be the first time that Tsukishima fed on someone alive - there was a time when he was forced to do so. He knew his neck anatomy quite well, he wasn’t an idiot who recklessly bit into people and accidentally killed them.

Tsukishima’s felt the tip of his fangs touch her neck. This situation lacked any similarity to his past feedings on sleeping humans, for it was completely unrelated to survival. Rather, it was a feeble to cure his illness of melancholy; the fever that forced him to breathe the air that, to him, resembled the very salts of the ocean. Every inhale filled his lungs with blue hellfire.

That was what drove him to finally abandon his loyalty to cautiousness.

Tsukishima haphazardly sink his fangs into her neck, memorising the intensity of the iron. He knew that if he were to suddenly pull his head away in that moment, he’d rip her neck wide open. But he had to bite down with that much force. He had to remember her. 

As hot, thick scarlet slid down Tsukishima’s throat, he began to actually consider the consequences. With the mark, she’d easily have the power to report him. Although the probability of anyone believing her was slim, his actions were still creating the possibility of his death. For a mere second, Tsukishima even pictured himself turning her.

Once a low yelp was heard by Tsukishima’s hypersensitive ears, he rid his mind of those disorganised thoughts. He was sure that his absence of self-control had awakened her, yet he began to question whether he really was scared of getting killed. Tsukishima’s lived for centuries. He’d seen it all. 

With that realisation, Tsukishima strengthened his grip and pushed her head even further away from her neck. He noted that as his gulps turned longer and deeper, her whimpers grew louder and her knuckles curled themselves into the sheets.

When he finally pulled away, he watched her reluctantly place her fingers on the wound, smearing the bloody marks in the process. Tsukishima’s lips were still warm, a crimson trail slowly dripping down his chin. 

Tsukishima sat up, retracting his fangs back into his gums. He headed towards the door, wiping away the blood with the back of his hand. He forced the turmoil within his chest to be replaced with apathy, since he already knew the facial expression that will rest upon her face once she turned around - forehead wrinkled, eyebrows knitted, lip corners pulled downwards - sheer terror.

‘You…’ she trailed off, her voice uncertain, ‘… if you wanted to bite me that bad, you could have just asked.’

For the first time since Yamaguchi turned him, Tsukishima was the one stunned by a human. His eyelids drew themselves back slightly, his mouth agape with an intense confusion. Tsukishima didn’t want to look at her - he had no desire for her to see the breach of his facade. 

‘I already knew.’ 

After a long pause, Tsukishima snapped. ‘And you didn’t tell me,’ The apathy within his chest started to dissipate, an immeasurable confusion and fury settling in. ‘Instead, you decided to have a casual conversation with me about my kind.’ 

‘Kei,’ she said, ‘turn around and look me in the eye,’ she’d never used his first name before. He never did, either, although he always wished their relationship would reach a point where he could. 

Tsukishima obliged with her command. ‘You think I’m a fool, do you?’ his skin almost sizzled against his bones, overwhelmed by every form of hurt he’d experienced throughout the centuries. ‘All this time, you acted like you’re oblivious to what I am and spoke to me as though I’m a human.’

Mainly, it was the hurt that was buried within the sense of imminent loss.

‘Well, I’m not a human,’ Tsukishima revealed his fangs once more, clenching his teeth in anger, ‘and that means that I’ll kill you right now.’ 

‘You won’t,’ she said, her smile soft enough to be mistaken for a smirk. She was smug about the fact that her suspicion was true, though - this was Tsukishima’s crush, after all. 

She slowly stepped closer to him until she was able to firmly press her chest against his. Tenderly placing an open palm against Tsukishima’s cheek, the pad of her thumb gently stroked his cheekbone; an attempt to induce tranquillity within him. Once her gentle gesture ceased, she hooked an index finger underneath the fabric of her shirt, pulling it away from her neck to expose the bare skin of her shoulder.

‘Drink.’ 

[whereisten]

The Agreement

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: Vampire!Sicheng needs a new toy and he just so happens to find you, a struggling college student that would literally give up a few drops of blood for some quick cash. An agreement is reached, you are told that you are strictly forbidden from falling in love. You are to only show up, give blood, get money. Seems pretty easy, right?

Pairing: Vampire!Sicheng X female reader

Genre (emboldened words signify what this specific part has): angst, smut, fluff, violence

Chapter Warnings: alcohol usage, drug mention

Word Count: 5.7K

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It’s the first day at your new job and you close the door of the Uber as you approach Sicheng’s house.You give the door a light knock and Sicheng answers it just as quickly as he did the first time.

“You’re here.” Sicheng smiles when he sees you at his doorway.

You smile and nod.

“Come in.”

You’re both quiet during the first meeting, but your mind is filled with many questions. Who was Sicheng? Why did he live alone? How did he get like this? You thought you should get to know him better. He was drinking your blood after all.

Sicheng watched the Twilight Zone on an old black and white television as you had the blood drawn out of you in his entertainment room.

Your cushioned chair was comfortable and you felt you might drift off into sleep, but you didn’t want to, not in this place and with this man that you weren’t familiar with.

“What episode is this?” You finally broke the silence and asked.

“The Midnight Sun” Sicheng answered while still watching.

“And... how many times have you watched it?” You asked him.

He laughed out and turned to look at you. “Too many times.”

The episode follows a young lady struggling to live in the blistering heat. In this universe, there is no night, no moon, no cool air and the world is suffering as the sun draws closer and closer every day.

“I like this episode” you responded and he turned around gave you a look of shock. “You’ve seen this already?” He asked softly.

“Well, Yeah, I didn’t have dvr or satellite growing up so I could only watch what showed on the channels..for old people..” you mumbled the last part.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean..”

He laughed and you swore you heard angels sing. “it’s fine, I am old.”

You opened your mouth to ask but stopped yourself.

“The acting is wonderful” Sicheng picked up a cup of tea and brought it to his pink lips. He spoke like an actress from an old Clint Eastwood movie.

“Could you survive..in a world like that?” You quietly asked Sicheng.

He placed his cup down and turned to you. “I don’t know. There’s only so much of the sun I can take. My cells regenerate themselves, but if they’re killed at a ridiculously fast rate, I may not survive.”

You nodded and looked back at the TV.

Sicheng was delicate, you were captivated by the way he moved and the way he spoke. He was always so graceful and careful. You could tell he was from a different generation as he possessed manners that kids your age had no idea existed.

Day two was the same, the two of you watched the Twilight Zone and didn’t speak to each other.

The session was over and you were fixing your jacket on your body while he collected the small bags of blood you filled.

He never drank out of them in front of you, you figured that it wasn’t a pleasant sight and that’s why he chose not to.

“How are you feeling?” He asked before you opened the front door. He always walked you out like a gentleman saying goodbye to his one night stand.

You smiled when you turned and saw his worried expression. “I’m fine.”

He smiled. “Good, I’ll see you on Friday.”

It wasn’t until Friday, the third session, that you finally asked the burning question.You were watching The Hitch-Hiker episode.

“Sicheng, what happened? How—did you get like this?” You watched the pale man breathe slowly.

He turned to you and paused.

“I’m sorry, forget I asked, it’s none of my business.” The last thing you wanted to do was piss off your pleasant boss. He made our job so easy, it was like you were a sugar baby but instead of sex, you gave blood. It was easy and great.

“It’s alright, y/n.” He gave a small smile.

“My father, he was what you young ones call, a jerk. He was a narcissist. He had the disease, but my mother was human. I was human. My father and I would practice fencing in the woods by our house in China, and one day, a hunter finally caught him.” Sicheng paused and stirred a sugar cube in his tea.

“You see, we can only die at the hands of someone that loves us, and the hunter knew this. He took my mother from the house and held her at gunpoint while forcing a knife in her hand. My mother reluctantly drove the knife through my father’s chest and he started to die, but he couldn’t bare to think of the finale of his “superhuman” gift. He decided to pass it on to me before he died. My mother saw this and quickly turned the gun on the hunter and killed him before he could get to me.” Sicheng cleared his throat and looked at a painting above the piano in the corner.

It was of an older man in a military suit.

“That’s him, that’s the bastard that gave me this curse.” Sicheng said through clenched teeth.

Your eyes widened. What a terrible thing to experience at 22. You couldn’t imagine going through it yourself. But now you understood the crucial rule in the agreement. The one that forbid you from falling in love. It would give you the power to kill him.

“And so, I was pressured into taking over my father’s finances and businesses. I took care of my mother until she died. She hoped that I would bring her grandchildren, but I never did...I don’t want to carry on this bloodline, his bloodline.” Sicheng said in a deep tone.

The timed machine went off and you jumped in your chair, frightened by the alarm.

“I’m sorry Sicheng, I’m sorry that happened to you.” You said quietly as he got up to unhook you from the machine and take the needle out.

Sicheng laughed and shook his head while grabbing gauze. “Don’t be apologize, dear, this happened long before you were born.”

You gave a small smile. You started to gather your things to leave, but Sicheng stopped you by gently placing a hand on your arm.

“This is yours, thank you” Sicheng handed you a black bag with cash.“It’s $1,050. I’m sorry, I don’t use debit card or Orange Pay or whatever you guys call it.”

Your eyes widened. “oh—thank you.” You took the bag and Sicheng nodded and walked back to his entertainment room.

You were saddened to learn of his tragic past. He was expected to do so much at such a young age all while living as a completely different person, with strange abilities he couldn’t understand and a demanding craving for blood. He was cursed to lie without the ability to love and be loved back.

Twenty minutes passed and you still stood in his foyer. No one was driving for Uber right now as a terrible thunderstorm rolled on outside. The thunder shook the walls of Sicheng’s grand house and the chandeliers swayed back and forth, it really was a bad storm, so you understood why no one would be on he street.

You sighed.

Sicheng walked out of the entertainment room and wiped his mouth clean with his hand.He just finished drinking.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, surprised to see that you were still there.

“I—there’s no one driving right now, it’s the storm” you gave a small smile. “Im sorry I’m still here.”

“It’s alright, y/n. I’ll drive you back.” Sicheng walked closer to you.

“Are you sure? It’s terrible out there.. I can wait a few more minutes.”

Sicheng shook his head, “I hear and see everything, the darkness only heightens my senses even more.” He smirked.

You laughed. “Okay, now, I didn’t think you were a show-off but I guess I was wrong.” Sicheng laughed. “Come on, lets go.”

Sicheng led you through his house and to a door which led to the garage. The garage was huge and filled with several exotic cars.

“Whoa” you gasped at the sight of the expensive cars you only saw on TV.

“So you don’t have Apple Pay but you have the newest Lamborghini?” You walked around and gazed at the two door car.

Sicheng laughed. “Taking my father’s place does have its perks.”

Sicheng opened the passenger door to it and held it open for you.

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“Thank you for this.” You turned to Sicheng as he drove on the highway to your dorm.

As expected, Sicheng has the radio on the station that plays jazz music.

“What do you study?” Sicheng breaks the silence.

“Oh—psychology.” You said.

“Oh! That’s nice!” Sicheng said brightly.

The two of you went on to talk about the growth of the field. Sicheng told you that he was impressed by how much you knew.

“Do you like jazz?” He was asking the questions now and you didn’t know how to feel about it. You two were establishing a relationship, but you liked the way he talked, sometimes you couldn’t focus on what he was saying while you listened to his sensual voice.

“Y-Yeah it’s nice.” You nodded and look outside to the rain that threatened to break through the glass.

“I love it.” Sicheng said as he turned into your campus.

“Of course you do, old man.” You teased and laughed, you felt that you two were finally becoming friends. You didn’t want everything to be so serious.

He laughed. “You’re ruthless and brave, I like that.” He turned to you and smiled.

You both sat still in the car for a moment as you watched his puffy lips.

He leaned in closer and watched your lips as well. The rain suddenly stopped and you looked outside and turned to him.

“I should—go now.” You got your bag and left as he nodded.

What was that? You thought to yourself as you walked to your dorm.———————

You and Sicheng grew closer as time went on. You would watch TV shows together and share the memories you had—well, it was mostly you listening to Sicheng reminisce on the ,memorable events that occurred in his long life. 

To be honest, you just loved watching him talk. There was just something about his voice that you liked. It was warm and soothing.

Sicheng enjoyed his time with you too. He liked how funny you were and how you would call him “old man” whenever you said goodbye. 

He liked watching you laugh and smile while the two of you watched his old DVD’s.You both noticed that you looked at each other more frequently, more...longingly.

Sicheng felt his heart growing in adoration for you and he should’ve stopped what was bound to happen. 

He knew better, but he couldn’t. He liked being around you.

“This is like...ancient, you need to upgrade.” You said as you watched Sicheng pop a DVD into the DVD player that sat in the corner of his entertainment room.

I Love Lucy came up in bold letters across the screen.

“All the other shows we’ve watched are good, but this..this is my favorite.” Sicheng grinned as he sat down on his couch and pressed play on the remote.

It’s the episode where Lucy and her friend try to work a factory job where they organize chocolates, but they can’t keep up and end up having to eat the chocolates from the conveyor belt.

He laughs as he watches it with you and you can’t help but watch him, fascinated by his bright expression and his dimples, the way his mouth opened wide and his big eyes squinted. His teeth were perfect as was his jawline, everything was so perfect.

You smiled to yourself at first, but frowned once you felt the longing in your chest. The two of you were getting close after these two weeks, dangerously close.

He was helping you financially and spiritually because he made you happier and gave you something new to do to distract you from your college life filled with due dates and endless studying. It gave you anxiety,but he calmed you down.

You wanted to be more than just friends, but you were afraid of liking him. His glances and the way he watched you laugh told you that he felt the same way too.

“Don’t fall in love.” Yuta’s voice echoed through your mind. 

There was a reason he said this, so you figured it was best to heed his warning.

But how could you when Sicheng was charming and kind? He was strangely attractive at every moment. He never had a bad look, his hair always neatly styled, his shirt always pressed and crisp.

His hands were soft, you watched as he raised one to his jaw and placed it in his palm while he watched the TV.

He was an anomaly, he had the knowledge and manners of a 70 year old man, but he still looked like he could attend college with you.

“Do you want to paint me while you’re at it?” Sicheng said while still watching the TV. He knew you were staring as you were doing a terrible job at hiding it.

“I-I’m sorry,” you laughed.

He turned to you and smirked. “Don’t be.”

Your chest felt a strange pull when he looked at you so you quickly looked away.

It was moments like this that told you your heart was already too far gone.———————

It’d been a while since you and Bella went to a campus party or a nightclub, so you thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to get out and celebrate with your money one Saturday night.

When you arrive to the club, you buy a few drinks for you and Bella.

“Okay! OKAY, do you feel it now Mr. Crabs??” Bella shouts after she’s taken a seventh shot at the bar. She is already tipsy and laughs out loud as she slams the shot glass down.

You smiled, you were happy to see her happy. It had been a while since the two of you just had fun.

“Bella! That’s it for tonight okay? Lets dance!” You grab her hand and take her to the dance floor.

The flashing blue, pink and red lights decorate the club as the DJ plays a mix of pop and hip hop hits. Sweaty bodies bump into each other while couples swallow each others’ tongues on the dance floor.

Bella is smiling and twists her waist so that she moves sensually to the beat. You mirror her action and just feel the rhythm in your veins, closing your eyes for a second.

“Hey Girls!!!” You hear a female voice shout from a few feet away. Once you open your eyes, you see that it’s Rebecca, a mutual friend you and Bella had. Rebecca was tall and gorgeous. 

She always had a possy with her, but she stood out from them. So of course, she caught your attention with the her glowing skin and sparkly dress, accented by her long golden hair. She really was a model and while you could’ve been jealous of her for her dashingly good looks, you couldn’t. She was also very sweet.

“Ahh!! Hey! How are you?” You excitedly jump up to hug her.

“I’m wonderful, it’s nice to see you bookworms out for once! You look amazing.” Rebecca pulled back and eyed you up and down.

You did look amazing in your tight red strapless dress. You took a risk by having some faith in your strapless bra, but it did its job and now your boobs sat perfectly while the dress hugged your curves in all the right places.

“Thank you!” You smiled and watched as Rebecca talked with Bella, who managed to slur out a few words out correctly. You didn’t know that the alcohol had hit her so hard, so fast.

The girls start to dance again and you eventually get tired in your high heels, which were the worst part about your outfit. You didn’t wear them very often so when you did, your ankles screamed at you for making such a poor decision.

“I’m gonna take a seat for a moment guys!” You yelled out over the loud music and Rebecca and Bella both nodded.

You head over to the bar and sit on a high stool to massage your ankle.

You look back up and a pair of eyes watching you in the corner catch your eye. You squint your eyes and see that you recognize the man.

Sicheng.

What was he doing here? He didn’t seem like the type to go out and party. Then again, why would he only stay home and watch black and white TV for an eternity?

You gave a cute smile, but he only turned back to the men that surrounded him and rejoined the conversation.

“Oh..okay” you shrug your shoulders and pull your phone out from your handbag.

You were scrolling threw twitter and laughing to yourself at some funny posts when a tall man approached you.

“Hey bartender! Call 911, this lady just stole my heart.” He sat down beside you and smiled.

Oh no.

You turned to him and smiled while still holding your unlocked phone.

“That was..okay” you laughed.

He laughed as well and held his head down. “I tried.”

He was handsome, he had a strange glow about him and big eyes that drew you in. He was one of the men that Sicheng spoke to.

“My name’s Ben.” He held out a hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Ben” you shook his hand and gave a smaller smile.

You didn’t notice that Sicheng watched the two of you from far away. He fiddled with his watch and fixed his collar when he saw Ben hold your hand. 

He didn’t like it, but he didn’t know why. It wasn’t like you belonged to him, but he still didn’t like to see another man, especially one that he knew, get close to you.

“And what’s your name? Or should I just call you heart stealer?” Ben was charming as he flashed his bright teeth, he reminded you of the business students that went to your school, but he was a little older from what you had guessed. He wore a tight button up long sleeve shirt that stuck to his arms and had three buttons open to reveal the top of his sturdy pecs. 

He smelled like leather and donned a large gold watch that looked like it cost one year of tuition.

He looked expensive and..dangerous.You weren’t sure what would happen if you got too close.

“Heart stealer is fine.” You smiled and looked back at your phone.

He laughed. “you know, I saw you with your friends on the floor and you were the one that caught my eye. No, really, you’re beautiful.”

You looked back at him. “Thank you.” Then looked back at your phone.

You hoped that he would get the hint and leave, but he persisted.

“Can I get you a drink?” Ben tilted his head and tried to get your attention by waving his hand.

You put your phone down and sighed. “Ben, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested. I’m just taking a break here.”

Ben pouted. “I was hoping you’d make this easy for me.”

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

Ben looked up at you through completely black eyes. He drew closer to you and placed a hand on yours as you still watched him. 

and suddenly, you couldn’t do anything, you couldn’t move. You couldn’t even open your mouth to ask what was happening. 

Ben had a strange control over you, you were being forced to do everything he said, and while you were aware of this, there was nothing you could do to stop yourself.

“Ahh sweetie, that’s it, just relax.” Ben brushed a hand through your hair and gave a sinister smile.

“We’re gonna leave together, tell your friends you’ll see them tomorrow.” Ben whispered in your ear and you nodded.

“I’m going to drink your blood in the alley, and if you scream, I’ll rip your throat out. You won’t remember any of this tomorrow, you won’t remember me.” Ben grinned as he pulled back from your ear and stood up, his eyes returning to normal.

He took your hand as you got up and as you were about to walk over to your friends and do as Ben told you to, Sicheng took your other hand.

“What the fuck did you do, Ben?!” Sicheng yells to Ben who looks shocked. You stand still unable to focus on anything, but Ben’s commands.

“Release her!” Sicheng demands.

Ben only laughs and walks closer to Sicheng, “and if I don’t?”

“You know what happens when you do this..” Sicheng walked closer to Ben and watched as you stayed still but looked at him through low, sleepy-like eyes.

“I don’t care, she can pass out when I’m done, I’ll just get her some orange juice.” Ben looked at you and smiled wickedly.

He had no idea that Sicheng was already throwing a tight fist towards his face.

Ben was too slow and his jaw cracked at the sudden contact.

Sicheng grabbed your wrist and headed to the door. He had to take you home. Now.

“Y/n, it’s okay, I’m here, you’re gonna be okay. Focus on me.” 

He didn’t want to glamour you as that would only make your mental state worse. The only way for you to get out of your catatonic state is if he drinks directly from you. It was as if the glamour from Ben’s eyes infected you and was running through your blood so Sicheng had to get it out quickly.

You were almost at the exit when Ben grabbed your other wrist and pulled you toward him. 

Sicheng landed another punch and grabbed Ben by the throat. He lifted him in the air as some nearby dancers stopped and watched. The scene surely didn’t make any sense. Sicheng was at least half the size of Ben, but here he was lifting him off the ground with one hand.

“Don’t..test me.” Sicheng said through gritted teeth. You had never seen him so upset, it was scary, his eyes were filled with fire and rage. 

“You’re young and stupid, and even though I manage to tolerate your company, I will not hesitate to snap your neck in half and feed your body to dogs.”

Ben stares at Sicheng through black eyes as he struggled to breathe.

You were still drawn to Ben and his commands, your mind wouldn’t rest. Sicheng remembered your state and put Ben down before heading out with you again.——————

Sicheng takes you to his house where he lays you on his couch. 

He placed his hands on his kitchen counter and thought about what he would have to do. Did he really have to do it? Was it really the only way? 

He liked the friendship you two had and he didn’t want to ruin it. He knew that by making direct contact with you and drinking your blood, you would long for it after.

He held his head down and cursed Ben for being so foolish. You were unresponsive in the car as you were unresponsive now.

He walked over and looked down at your weak body. “Sicheng...what’s happening to me? Where’s Ben?” You asked innocently.

He knew you were only asking because you were commanded and manipulated by Ben. 

He sighed and kneeled down before wiping away a tear that fell down your cheek.

“I have to do what he says Sicheng, the longer I stay away from him, the more this fire builds...my chest hurts..I can’t breathe” you cried.

Sicheng knew that being glamoured was a horrific experience for the victim. He had to stop it. He softly brushed his thumb over your cheek and looked into your eyes. “Y/n...I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

You looked at him questioningly and watched as he lifted your wrist to his face.

“Sicheng..what are you doing?” You whispered but Sicheng opened his mouth to reveal two sharp fangs and bit into your wrist. 

You gasped at the pain and whined. The piercing feeling of his teeth puncturing your delicate skin soon faded away and now you only felt a heavenly sensation. 

You felt...high. You were finally in a state of bliss as the pain in your chest dissipated and Sicheng continued to suck your blood from your wrist. It was an indescribable feeling of pleasure.

Sicheng feels it too. He closes his eyes as he savors the taste of your sweet blood rushing into his mouth. The bitter taste of the alcohol you drank combined with the honey-like taste of your warm nectar made it difficult to stop.

“That feels good, Sicheng, don’t stop.” You grabbed onto the couch with your other hand and closed your eyes so that you could focus on the euphoric feeling running through your body.

The alcohol made Sicheng light headed, the sound of your rapidly beating heart filled his ears along with your angelic mewls and moans, and the sight of your soft body on his couch made him lustful.

His mind became filled with desires. He always did like you and now he had you right where he wanted you. He wanted to feel your body close to his while he drained it dry. He wanted to make you feel even better before taking every drop out of you. It was in his animalistic nature.

“Sicheng...” your soft cry interrupted his dangerous thoughts and he finally let go.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and brushed away your hair from your face. 

“Y/n?” Sicheng’s eyes widened as he realized that he took too much blood from you.

You blacked out. He listened out and heard the faint beating of your heart so he knew that you weren’t dead. 

He sighed and and gulped, thankful that he didn’t kill you.

—————

The smokey smell of bacon fills your nose. You carefully open your eyes and look around you to find a soft blanket covering your body. It all comes back to you after you look down and see your cleavage and tight red dress from last night.

A bit of sunlight peeks through the large velvet curtains that cover the windows and then you figure out just exactly where you are. You look down at the heels that have been neatly placed beside the couch you’re on and try to remember how you got there, but you just can’t seem to.

All you know is that you feel light headed and weak. You try to sit up but your body won’t let you.

“You should rest.” A familiar voice comes up from behind.

“Sicheng? Wh-why am I here? What happened?” You drowsily asked.

“The food’s almost ready. I’ll explain everything while you eat.” Sicheng paces back to the kitchen.

You shake your head, still unable to decipher what was going on. 

“Wait—“ you tried to stand up and walk behind him but you falter and start to fall.

Suddenly, Sicheng rushes over to you and catches you before you make contact with his marble floor. 

Your eyes grew as you realized that he just caught your body at a crazy fast pace, but even though you’re caught off guard by his swift movements, you’re captivated by his eyes and the way they focus on your lips. 

It was like everything moved in slow motion. Maybe it was because you were light headed.

His defined arms stuck out under his rolled up sleeves, and his brown hair was now curly. You never saw him like this. He was laid back and cute.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get to brush it this morning when I got up. I had to hurry to the supermarket and get you food.” Sicheng blushed as you looked at his luscious hair. “Please sit, I’ll be right back.” Sicheng nods and lowers you onto the couch to sit.

“I didn’t know you cooked” You looked down at the source of the pain you feel in your wrist and see two small holes.

He walks up to you and places a tray with a plate of bacon, eggs, and buttered toast in front of you. The sunny side up eggs and crispy bacon were placed on the plate to form a smiley face.

You giggled.

“Actually..I’m quite disgusted by food, but I know you need the energy.” Sicheng gave you a small smile.

He was so good looking, you couldn’t help but smile back even though you felt like crap.

“Thank you, now what the hell happened to me?” You picked up the fork from the tray and stuffed your mouth with a piece of bacon.

Sicheng sighed and held his head down as he sat on the couch beside you. “What do you remember?”

“I remember getting to the club, seeing Rebecca...going to the bar..then seeing you. And—that’s about where it stops. I guess I drank more than I could handle.” You furrowed your brows and looked at the eggs.

“It wasn’t—the alcohol.” Sicheng looked down at you as he sat down beside you.

“Are you telling me I was drugged?” You stopped mid-chew.

“No no...well kinda..wait no” Sicheng stumbled over his words. He couldn’t figure out the easiest way to let you know.“There was a guy, his name’s Ben..he’s..like me.”

You nodded and waited for hime to continue.

“He glamoured you last night. It’s kinda like being hypnotized. He did it so he could drink from you without your objection. Once in this state, you’ll do anything he wants you to do. And the only way to get anyone out of that state is for someone to drink the poison out.”

Okay, wait, who the hell is Ben?” You asked.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s an asshole, but I’ll have him taken care of.” Sicheng looked to the side and gave a look of annoyance. 

You weren’t sure what he meant by that but it didn’t sound like things were gonna end well for Ben.

Sicheng stopped himself from clenching his fists and looked up at you, he studied your dainty face. He was upset that Ben had tried to hurt you. 

He waited for your reaction before he continued, but you still looked shocked.

“It doesn’t make any sense, I know, but I had to..drink from you.”

You choked. “You WHAT?”

Your eyes widened and looked back down at the two pin-sized holes that decorated your wrist.

“I’m sorry, it was the only way.” Sicheng turned to and touched your thigh. 

Your body felt shivers as his cold fingers touched your skin, but your mind was still trying to piece the puzzle pieces together. 

Sicheng broke one of his rules. He drank from you directly, he was the one that punctured your skin. Sicheng was so strict about his rules and you didn’t understand exactly why. But you knew that this could only mean that there were serious consequences to be expected once they’re broken.

“What does this mean, Sicheng? What’s gonna happen to me? Am I gonna..turn?” You gulped and looked up at him.

Sicheng looked at your eyes, taking in the depth of color they had for a moment. He had never looked at you for long, he never studied your features until now. You were so young and beautiful. He adored the shape of your eyes and the curve of your lips, even the slightest movements you made were graceful and soft.

“No..you won’t turn, but there will be side effects. You’ll have the urge to have your blood sucked again, it’s like a strong craving but you have to ignore it. It may take some time, but you will get over it. It’s like—a withdrawal from a strong drug.” Sicheng tried to give you a reassuring smile, but you only stared with large eyes.

“What if I can’t control it? What if I can’t ignore the feeling?”

“You’ll be okay, I promise, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” Sicheng held your hand with the hand he was resting in your thigh.

Everything was happening so fast. You couldn’t remember anything from last night and now Sicheng tells you that you’re...addicted to a feeling that you can’t even remember.

Your mind was cloudy and you couldn’t think about anything but him for some reason. His touch sent sparks through your body and you started to feel a trembling in your chest whenever he looked at you or touched your skin. 

You knew what this meant, and you knew you had to stop it. You took the tray off of your lap and stood up, letting go of his hand.“Thank you for this, but I have to go.” Sicheng jumped up and held your back. “Are you sure? You should get some more rest.”

“I’m fine..please, can you just take home?” You looked up at Sicheng who gave you a somber look. 

He didn’t want you to leave, not so soon. He wanted you stay, but he didn’t know if he had this desire for you to be close to him so that he could make sure you were physically okay or if he was really developing a connection to you.

He only looked down and nodded before walking away from you to get his keys.—————

You got back to your dorm and fell onto your bed, thankful to finally be in familiar surroundings.

You stared at the ceiling and thought about him. You thought about how he made you feel and how he took care of you.

His small smile gave you butterflies as you left his car. 

You had reached your dorm and were about to leave when Sicheng touched your arm and leaned forward. His eyes gazed at your face, your eyes and your round cheeks, before settling on your lips while you breathed heavily. 

The sound of your heart beat increasing made him smile.

You were so close, you felt your chest rise up and down rapidly while you stared at his pink, round lips. You moved closer to him, so close you could feel his cold body just inches away from yours. But he pulled away.

He couldn’t do this to you, too. He couldn’t ruin you, like he did the others.

“I’m sorry, maybe..we should take a break” he turned to the road and put his hand back on the wheel. 

You felt a hint of pain in your chest when he suggested you not see him, but even with a cloudy mind, you knew that this was what was best for your health.

You were getting emotionally attached to him and this wasn’t part of the agreement.

He cleared his throat and didn’t look at you while you sat in silence for a moment.

“Call me if you feel different or weird. It’s best to stop it while it’s early.”  he said softly.

You weren’t sure what it was, but what if you didn’t want to stop it? What if you wanted to give in..to him?