"Me too...": Yves ("why are you telling me this?!" But will be the most gentle lover), Licht ("okay." Basically unaffected, it is what it is?), Luke ("Cool!" They will be able to learn, together!), Chevalier ("So?" There is nothing this man can't do flawlessly, with or without experience)
"I can fix that *wink wonk*": Jin (want to talk experience? Look no further, he will make it a night to remember), Nokto ("what are we waiting for?" He does remember his promise to MC that they'll 'play' together), Rio ("as your fiancé, I will teach you everything you need to know!" And he will, the precious child)
"Let's have some fun!": Clavis (as MC is his best source of entertainment, he will make sure their first experience goes without a hitch!), Sariel (yep, fun they'll have, he will be the best and harshest teacher/master, ever), Leon ("you're in good hands." Cannot ask for better, honestly)
If the vamps turned into bats when sleepy, scared, sick or hungry...
A random drabble HC that popped into my head today, in no particular order! Of course, this involves the suitors turning into bats lying on top of their clothing, I don’t make the rules.
Leonardo
Often found lying in the hallway or a corner of the library in the form of a Golden-Crowned Flying Fox.
Doesn’t really see this as a problem, as long as it’s in the mansion.
Sebas’ extra task of bringing him back to his mess of a room always adds an extra entry into his log, complete with the date, time, and location.
Comte
Never allows this to happen, he has an image to uphold.
Also, he’s pretty much perfect in every way and always in control.
No one knows what kind of bat he turned into, a true mystery.
Dazai
The only one that has mastered the art of changing into the Western Barbastelle.
Loves his windows to bits, really should never be late for anything and yet...
Well, dropping into the dining room and immediately turning back into his human form the first time made it clear he should NOT try it again.
Isaac
The one most often found in bat form.
Dislikes the fact that he cannot control this ability the way Dazai could.
The possibilities would be endless! Escaping the annoying duo, for starters, finding the perfect quiet place, stargazing on the roof, the list goes on.
Turns into a Honduran White Bat, super cute!
Mozart
Doesn’t allow this to happen often if he can help it, because one time he turned into a Northern Ghost Bat at his piano and his claw left a scratch on the pristine surface.
Also hates being touched, so the others tend to keep their distance.
Has turned into a bat once in the carriage, did not make the trip more bearable, however.
Vincent
Another that rarely turns into a bat, but if he did Theo would defend him with his life, as he normally does.
Would be the most adorable bat, think Sulawesi Flying Fox.
Ikemen Vampire Imagines: MC and their pureblood counterparts
Pureblood vampires SG, Leonardo, Vlad, tw mention of critical injury. This came to me in my shower, sorry Leonardo, this is and also isn’t about you.
SG/Leonardo:
MC critically injured, Leonardo stands by his non-biting principle and does not save his friend’s partner when he was the only one that could. SG is devastated, potentially leading to their drifting apart.
Leonardo/Vlad:
MC critically injured, Vlad saves MC by biting them, making the not-so-difficult decision for everyone. Leonardo is both devastated and glad his partner is still alive. Does not become bestfriends with Vlad, much to SG’s relief.
Just for completion...
Vlad/SG:
MC critically injured, SG saves MC after his contract speech and brings them to his mansion, separating Vlad and MC for a while. Vlad storms the mansion, only to locate SG and give him a fierce hug like long lost friends before stealing MC away forever.
Suitor reactions to holiday traditions: Gingerbread House (Secret Santa 2020)
This was written for @ivyroseartspace in a Secret Santa exchange!
Mitsuhide
Just like anything he touches, Mitsuhide just KNOWS how to do things
Never made a gingerbread house? No problem! With his skilled fingers and magic hands, he's got this house in the bag!
It could be he's studied floor plans and architecture as part of his warlord background, the foundation he helped you produce is SOLID, it'll withstand an earthquake easy
With slots in the ground where the walls would sit in securely, it'll take a fire to bring down your gingerbread house
He isn't fond of sweets, as he cannot taste, but he will still try all the different kinds of gummies and candies and all that jazz, as long as you'll feed it to him and he gets to tease you about your blush as he licks your fingers in the process
The product of your labour of love will be of epic proportions to say the least!
Motonari
You guys are making a gingerbread ship, and it is not negotiable
It will be modeled after his own, with all the details including the canons and masts
He's surprisingly, or not surprisingly, good with the details, from cutting the cookies down to the correct plank size and lining the sides of the vessel
What will surprise you, would be what he added to the captain's quarters
In it you will find a small dressing vanity made out of dark chocolate pieces, painstakingly glued together with white chocolate piping
A lady must have her own place, and he's included you in his space
This man might be rough around the edges but inside he is all sugar and marshmallows
Masamune
If it's food related, you can count on Masamune to make it mind-blowing
He insists the gingerbread be baked from scratch and not use the store bought version you had first shown him at the supermarket
Everything came out of the oven perfectly, you wonder if he's a genius in the kitchen? Of course he is!
From whipping the icing sugar to assembly, it was flawless but also a lot of sexy fun
Stray icing sugar powder seem to find its way onto your cheeks like nobody's business, and he makes sure he gets you CLEAN, and more dirty, at the same time
You are in awe at the amount of detail he managed to fit into a house that was the size of a baking tray, from the piped décor to the tiny furniture, and the gingerbread man and woman with the likeliness of both of you
Shingen
You should have bought more candy than you thought you needed, since there was no one stopping Shingen from snacking on them as you two made your gingerbread house
While he samples all of your choices, however, his experience with woodworking will shine through the erection of your gingerbread house
The supports he fashions out of candy canes, the roof detail with gummy bear ninjas, they were all assembled and attached with precision
All the while, he will make sure you got everything you wanted to see, since this is your house too, and you are his future, so this project needs to be perfect as a symbol of your being together
((unplanned, inspired by quote attached. How does one love this man so much? One does not know.))
Arthur? She had said.
Questioning, demanding more than he had ever given to anyone.
Arthur. She had said.
Waiting, giving him time he didn't think he needed to process his deepest, darkest secrets.
Arthur... She had also said.
Accepting, his fragility, insecurities, and all of his flaws.
No longer will he associate his name, as not belonging to her.
There will be no more lies, no more covering up his past, when he is right next to her.
She isn't just his safe haven. She is his world, his sun, and if he ever gets lost again, he knows how to return home, through her warmth, love, and the way she spoke his name.
Seth x MC ((we love this man, so, so much. Please enjoy this short drabble~))
Free. He longed to feel the breeze through his hair, his feet in the sand, toes kissing the cool waves.
Every round the tie makes around silky hair reminds him of his shackles, the damp and decay of his room at the tower, as if he could ever forget.
His fate is sealed, to carry out another's bidding, there is no hope, no escape, from the prison he was born in.
Smile, he was told. They'll accept him, he was made for this.
"Now go, remember your mission."
***
She was a breathe of fresh air that planted that seed of hope back into his heart. His world changed that day.
He began looking forward, to plan for himself and her. To protect the very person that gave him strength became his motivation.
As the distance between shortened and the moon became full, it was time. He made a silent promise to send her off with his usual smile, the one practised until second nature.
One touch from her hand crumbled his façade. Pulling free the ribbon from his hair, she gave him hers in its place.
"Come find me, when you're ready."
She didn't know it then, her kindness had set him free.
((Giles has always been a character I thought entirely too complex for his own good, but that is also why he holds such a special place in my heart. Selfless and loyal are the two words I would use to describe him. He doesn’t get what he so deserves, but has a taste of it here. Please enjoy, feedback welcome.))
"Chin up and shoulders back."
Your hands were bound together from elbow to wrist behind your back, a length of purple satin ribbon criss-crossing across your skin beautifully, ending in a neat bow. A light sheen of sweat could be seen on your forehead, from both exertion and desperation.
"That's it. Now, slower, bottom out, then come back up to the tip."
Forcing your movements to a snail's pace was absolute torture, but you follow his instructions to the letter, biting your bottom lip as you begin moving again. Lowering yourself onto him once more, the moan you try to hold in escapes from between your lips as he stretches your walls deliciously at the agonizingly languid pace he's making you follow.
"Giles... This is too much..."
A smirk from behind you was not seen but definitely felt, as lips and teeth move to the nape of your neck to first chastise then soothe. Pink and red blooms over your skin, like spring flowers, and he looks at his handy work with satisfaction.
"I'll tell you when it's too much, Princess."
Gloved fingers move to your stiff nipples, twisting and pulling gently to add fuel to the fire that was threatening to consume you. The tiny bells he'd attached to your stiff tips jingle slightly as he does, their melodic tune making your entire body flush a bright pink from embarrassment.
"Breasts out, always."
Quickly correcting your posture, you thrust them forward, begging for more of his ministrations, as you take in his entire length. This time, it was his turn to groan, his deep and sensual voice echoing in the dimly lit study. Your own voice joins his as your hips grind down against him of their own accord.
"Greedy Princess..."
He murmured, enjoying what you are doing for a moment more before giving your pert bottom a light smack.
"Up you go, that's a good girl."
It took all of your self-control, and then some, to lift yourself up once more. Your walls clenched around his hardness, trying in vain to hold on. His hands move to steady your thighs, quivering with effort to do as you've been told, while trying to hold back the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm your senses at any second. Feeling the bulbous head of his member scrape against that special spot inside you, you gasp as your knees go weak.
"Giles, I can't-- if we keep going, I won't be able to hold back!"
You are extremely close, the sweet edge of orgasm hovering just out of reach, awaiting his command. If his grunts were any indication, he was at his limit as well, and you wish your hardest for him to lose his perfect control.
Fevered hands move to your slender waist to support and still, and his shallow thrusts make you cream more as he draws out the thrill. You whimper and beg, his movements turning erratic before he pulls out at the last second to paint your buttocks a milky white.
Feeling his seed cool on your back as your pussy clenches helplessly, you whine yet holding your position. Panting lightly, you eagerly hope he will continue after catching his breath, your own release only seconds away.
The ribbon falling away from behind had you crestfallen, gentle cloth wiping away any evidence of your time together have you wishing things were different somehow.
"Giles..."
"We have to get tough cleaned up, King Byron is expecting you."
His skilled hands move to help you dress, and a silk scarf was arranged cleverly around your neck, hiding the mark he's left on you. Lilac eyes study you while you stood meekly before him. How he wished he could keep you for himself. Alas, that is not to be, never was, and never will. Training you to be the best you can be and staying by your side would have to be enough.
((inspired one shot, mostly because someone realized it was May too late 😅))
"There are no beautiful things where I'm going."
"Doesn't matter, all I want is to be with you!"
"You're just as crazy as I am, you know that? HAHAHAHA!"
Whatever happened to you? You wonder to yourself. Coming from a small town with big dreams of the world, meeting him was as refreshing as standing by the sea, feeling the ocean wind whip against your hair and leaving a thin layer of salt wherever it touched.
A pirate had appeared out of the blue, taken you by storm, and was about to leave just as quick. Until you decided, the world isn't going to wait around for you, and it is up to you to do something about it. Approaching him, you decided to start with a bargain.
"You need a companion, it's lonely out there."
"What are you going to do, sing, while I set the world ablaze?"
He has come to know the way you think, in the short time you've known each other, but he doesn't show it. What he does, there is no room for a rookie. And definitely not one he minutely cares for. You can't go with him, as much as it pained him to say it. Only one of you need to be hurt by his decision though, and he can't have that be you.
"If that's what you wish. I will learn, help out on the ship, anything!"
"M'lady, you are out of your mind."
There was no room for argument, and his mind is set. He will not risk coming back, not when he thinks there may be someone waiting for him.
"I'm coming, whether you like it or not."
"Fine, we leave at sunrise."
The most beautiful smile blooms across your face, and he commits it to memory, because this will be the last time. You will eventually forget him, and find happiness elsewhere. But not with him, he knows he wouldn't be able to keep that smile where it belongs.
Seeing you off against the sunset, he turns back to his ship, getting things in order while he knew you were packing, and brimming with excitement. Maybe in the next lifetime, you two will meet again, under different circumstances.
The next day, your lips purse into a thin line as you throw your duffle into the water, where his ship should have been. There will be no next time, as you become one with the ocean. When he hears you sing again, he will become yours, for eternity.
