#i hope they're okay. they mentioned a hard time in fic notes so if anyone does know them please pass on well-wishes for whatever's going on

[marvelouslizzie]

sooo, i read your fic "like someone i know" and it was absolutely hot AND amazing. i am obsessed with miscommunication of how they thought they hated/were against each other but not. 😭

if you do take requests, could you write a drabble or something of them finally dating and bucky still teasing the reader but obviously in love now? JBJDJSHS maybe make the entire class confused bc they're aware of their rivalry. i just LOVEEE the fluff after enemies/rivals to lovers plots. 🥹

if you don't take requests, it's okay!!! your fic was amazing and now i shall read more of your work to my heart's content!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words ❤️

Oh, I absolutely love this! I tried to write a cute drabble and I hope this works for you.

summary: Set after Like Someone I Know. You and your former academic rival, Bucky, begin a secret romantic relationship. What happens when you two have another exam?

pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: None actually. Pure bickering and a bit of fluff + no mention of y/n.

word count: 842

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Another day, another test. You feel stressed by the number of lessons you had to study for this one. There were so many things, even though you went through all of them, you feel like you remember nothing. Nothing at all.

You open your bag and reach for your notes while your back rests against the cold wall. Maybe you will feel confident enough if you go through them one more time. Refreshing your memory does not hurt, right?

You start to read and repeat the most important info in your mind, trying to remember where and how you wrote them so you can use them during the exam, but it’s hard to concentrate. Especially, when Bucky’s voice is booming through the hallway. His laugh is so loud, and it annoys you because he isn’t laughing like that because of you. He’s just messing around with Steve, Sam, and Natasha, as usual. You are pretty sure Natasha is the one that made him laugh this loudly, and jealousy takes over you. 

“For the love of god, just stop talking for a sec! Some of us are trying to study here.” 

No one bats an eye. They are so used to you two bickering before and after exams, but Bucky immediately turns to you. You see the mischievous spark in his eyes. He’s so amused by the comment.

“Do you mean yourself, princess? Because I don’t see anyone else besides you studying right now.”

You make a sour face when you hear him calling you princess. That’s new. He usually calls you doll.

“Does it matter?”

“Matters to me.”

“Fine. I’m trying to study. Shut your mouth, kay? Bye.”

You try to turn back to your notes, but no, Bucky is not done bickering with you. Of course, he isn’t.

“Don’t worry, you will get a good grade. You always do.” It could’ve been such a sweet encouragement if his tone had been different. It just feels like he’s patronizing you.

“So what? I should stop studying?” 

“Yeah. Give yourself a break, doll.” He stops for a second, then dramatically adds. “Live a little.”

“Studying first, living later.” That kinda sounds like a promise, but no one but Bucky gets that.

You think you can finally read again, but Sam doesn’t let go of the conversation for some reason. He always likes to interject.

“Are you worried Bucky will get the best grade?” 

“Oh, come on, Sam!” Steve sounds tired already.

“I would like to see him try.” After years of being rivals, your answer comes automatically. You forget there’s no need for this anymore.

“I got the best score last time, remember?” Luckily he doesn’t sound offended. Maybe he just missed your usual bickering.

“And I will make sure that doesn’t happen again.” You give him a fake smile. You really want to get the best score, even if that means beating your boyfriend.

“You always say that, but…” Suddenly he stops talking, and you wanna know how that sentence ends.

“But what?” 

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Come on!” You challenge him. He shouldn’t stop himself from voicing his thoughts just because you started to date a while ago. Your rivalry is still there. He should be free to say whatever he wants. “Say it.”

“Maybe later.” He resists.

"Come on, Barnes! Since when are you afraid to speak your mind?" Your taunting works like a charm.

“You always say that, but I never saw you upset because I beat you.”

You can’t help but smile. If someone is gonna get the better grade, it has to be Bucky. Any other option is simply not acceptable.

You feel the stares of Steve, Sam, and Natasha on you. They didn’t expect this turn of events. They have been holding their breaths to see your reaction. Are you gonna get mad? Snap back at him? Shove his flirtatious comment up his ass?

“If it's not me, then it has to be you, right?” You watch Bucky’s smile grow while others mumble with confusion.

“If not my girl, then who else?”

Oh, he really went there. He didn’t miss the opportunity to claim you, and even though you wanted to do that very differently, you can’t help but feel giddy about it.

You don’t say anything at first, slowly walking towards him. You stop right in front of him, staring into his pretty blue eyes. He doesn’t know what to expect, so you can see how puzzled he is. You stand on your tiptoes and gently place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Good luck, baby,” you whisper into his ear, then you just turn on your heels, like nothing happened. “See you after the exam.” You don’t look back, but you hear others talk.

“What the fuck just happened?” 

“Did she just-” 

“I told you they would eventually fuck, Rogers! Pay up!” 

“Language, Sam! We don’t even know…”

“Oh, they definitely did.” Natasha sounds rather amused.

“Fine!”

“Oh, come on! You betted on us?” Bucky’s charming voice is the last thing you hear before entering the classroom.

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[by-kilian]

hey kw! i saw you were doing an ask game so here i am! i hope you’re doing well and life is treating you good. i still need to catch up on STH i’m slackinggggg but life is beating my ass. trust i’ll do it soon i actually have some time off coming up so i’ll be in your dms crying about levi and kilian look forward to that 😫😂 OKAY now for the game i chose 🌻💎🎀! i’m looking forward to your answers!

Hi my heart! You know you're welcome in my inbox anytime, it does NOT have to be when I have an ask game circulating 🥺❤️❤️. I am doing much better and life is being a lot kinder to me now, but I am so sorry to hear it's been hard for you. As for STH, don't even worry about catching up. Like I told a friend today, you still have your own life to live! The story will be there when you're ready for it. Plus with how long I take to write these days, that is doubly true LMFAO.

I'll answer your questions under the cut meanwhile, and thank you for entertaining it!

🌻 What makes you want to give up on writing? What makes you keep going?

This is a really good question. I think the only thing that makes me want to give up on writing lately is lack of genuine community and interaction. I don't mean this way other people may typically mean it either. I think you all know how I feel about comments, kudos, likes, reblogs, etc.--they're lovely but they are bonuses to me in regards to writing. I don't need those things to stay motivated and I will never tell readers how they need to interact with my stories, nor will I ever demand that they do XYZ in order for their love to be valid.

However, I have noticed recently that everybody's interactions with fics has dipped down within the last year, not just on tumblr but on AO3 too. A lot of people just like things and move on and that's it and nothing else. You're always tossing your works out into the ether when you write and post, but it doesn't necessarily feel great to see people sifting through your works and clearly liking them but they never drop a thanks or mention anything else about the work otherwise. It kind of makes you feel like a content machine and you're like "oh, okay, thank you! 🧍🏻‍♀️" to nothing or no one in particular because you don't get anything else from that kind of interaction.

This isn't fandom specific either, it's across the board. I think fandom/fanfic landscape and how people interact within fandoms across the board has changed a lot because people do not commune anymore. We all got into this because we share a common interest, but these days everyone just kind of keeps to themselves and I truly wish we all wore our hearts on our sleeves a bit more. I get both sides of it! But fandoms are about community, and community means nothing if we're all isolated. It used to be a lot more of a give and take between readers and authors where people could thoughtfully engage in conversations, and these days I don't really see that as much as before. I'm sure there are various (many very valid) reasons as to why, but I think what I'm saying is I miss the sense of community. It's no one's fault either so I don't want to make it seem like I'm blaming anyone in particular. I think it's just the way things are these days because fandom culture itself has changed and it makes me a bit sad is all. It's definitely one of the reasons why I often think about and talk about retiring from writing.

But on a positive note, what does keep me going is my personal love for writing, and then moments like this, no Kelly Clarkson! When I recognize frequent names and realize there are some readers who I've spoken to for years that are still speaking to me now, it brings me a lot of joy. Those connections are so lovely, and I value it a lot. ❤️ Those two things are what keeps me going.

💎 Why is writing important to you?

Writing is important to me because I love the art of writing. I love everything about literature and telling stories. I think there is such a beauty to it. Everyone has a story to tell and be told. That is why it's important to me.

🎀 Give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I'm really good at creating memorable, immersive moments that you take with you even when you're done with the story.

On an end note, I really am sending you all my love and hoping things look up for you soon. Lots of love and hugs. Thanks so much for being you, always! :3

#asks #ask games

[monstersinthecosmos]

Hello 66 and 80 please

(writing asks!)

66. when have you felt the most confident in your writing?

!!!!!!!!! This is so hard to answer because I'm so insecure and squeamish lol.

But also does this mean like, WHEN as in, during the writing process? Or when was a time I posted something and felt very confident about it????????

During writing I feel pretty confident writing sex & violence LOL. Those things come to me the easiest. Sometimes I chisel away at a fic and I can get like 100-200 words out every day and it's like torture because I agonize over everything but then I get up to the smut scene and write like 5k at once because it comes to me so easily. IS THIS SUCCESSFUL? AM I DUNNING-KRUGER'ING MYSELF? idk, but I find it really easy and fun to write !!

And posting fics? I almost never feel confident posting. I always think I fucked and shared it too soon. I always think I'm going to get laughed out of fandom ! I have like 3 fics I can think of that I actually felt really good about when I shared them and even on them I was like a nervous mess while I was actually writing because I was convinced I fucked up LOL.

Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand!) THE FRONT (Sheith) one day we'll find our way (Femsheith!)

80. do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?

THEMES & MOTIFS, YES! Messages & morals, not really!

I think there's a natural way that messages & morals can arise in your work if you believe in that message but I don't go out of my way to proselytize, especially because I'm a porn writer lol, but like. I MEAN FOR EXAMPLE, I'd say something like sex positivity or kink positivity is probably a message in all my work but I'm not setting out to do that on purpose, it's just what I believe so it gets infused into the stories sometimes. Or like, I just mentioned THE FRONT and there's a lot of subtext about disability and ableism in it. I'm not sure when it becomes a message vs being a theme because I wasn't trying to like beat anyone over the head and say it too blatantly but it's all there.

As far as themes and motifs I LOVE THAT SHIT OKAY!!! And I go about it by using a fucking outline! I know I wrote a couple posts with my ADHD method for outlining LOL so check here or here for some more info if you are interested! I know outlining isn't for everyone but I think even without a very structured outline it really helps to think about motifs and themes BEFORE you start the story so that you can have some type of reference guide. Personally I like to write as neatly as possible on the first draft so that I don't make more work for myself when I'm editing, but there's nothing wrong with going back and adding things if you think of it later, but if you're the type of person who posts chapters as they're written instead of waiting for the whole fic to be done it could become a pain in the ass because then you either have to retcon it or change the fic that's published already and hope no one notices LOL.

But I love using motifs and I love doing callbacks so if it's something I know I want to do in advance I leave myself notes to remember to lay the groundwork earlier in the story!

[softlyspector]

Hello! I left you an obnoxiously long message the other day and I'm back for more bc your writing is just so *chef's kiss*. I honestly want to go back and write more in depth about every last little thing I love in Hard Landings, Tales Untold, the Significant-verse and Honeyed but I reread the first part of Moon Struck today and so now I have to rant about that.

First things first, the beginning is so intelligently written!!! I have this Cambridge edition of Much Ado About Nothing that has these great little contextual notes and exercises for understanding the play better and one thing it mentions is that Shakespeare's plays often have a really important opening that really sets the stage (pun ABSOLUTELY intended) for the whole story. And the first "scene" (is that what it's called in fanfic??) does that so well. The tension between Marc and Steven, each of their character, their separate "voices" so to speak, how Steven in particular feels, it's all sooo well set up. And the way you write suits the tone of the show SO perfectly!! I genuinely felt like I was watching everything unfold on an episode of moon knight (the little part about Steven straightening his collar + trying to fix his curls??? Literally feels like it was an acting choice made in Oscar Isaac's head, it just fits the character so well. Like I said I feel like I can visualise every little detail). And dear lord when you wrote that Marc tells Steven this is stupid and Steven thins "It's not stupid to want this. It's not stupid to want you" BECCA!!! You are the queen of characterisation!!! It makes perfect sense that Steven is, albeit nervous and jittery, still so sincere and tender and all-in. And the nod to the fact that Steven doesn't quite know why Marc is acting like he doesn't like you fits Marc so well, bc he is guarded and a little jaded and a bit closed off. They are starting in a place that makes so much sense for each of them!!! The fact that you specifically wrote that Marc is worried about the system getting their heart broken... not enough people understand how soft/vulnerable/scared Marc is underneath it all (or even if they get it not everyone honours that the way you did). There's something so precious to me about the fact that both Marc and Steven see how amazing this person is and seem to know in their gut that they will fall/have already kinda fallen in love with her, but that while Steven is wanting to dive into that and embrace Marc quite literally digs his heels in to stop (or at least slow) the process. The accurate characterisation! The commitment to pacing the story in an honest way that makes the progression of separate characters and relationships make sense!! The beauty of introducing so many thematic elements and character dynamics in such an effective way!! Shakespeare would be proud.

MARC BEING A LITTLE JEALOUS OF HOW SHE LOOKS AT STEVEN BUT NOT WANTING TO ADMIT IT SO HE JUST MAKES ACIDIC COMMENTS INSTEAD? STOP I WILL CRY RN YOUR WRITING MAKES ME SO SOFT AND EMOTIONAL BECCA.

Steven Grant puts honey in the tea he made for her. I repeat Steven Grant has put honey in tea out of affection for someone else bc he paid attention to her habits. Why does anyone ever talk about anything else. Don't they know Steven Grant put honey in the tea?? That's all I'm gonna think about when I shower today. Gonna have shampoo in my eyes from zoning out while smiling like an idiot about this. Hope your happy Becca I'm about to have eye pain bc of how much I love this fic.

"Steven’s heart is soft, it was going to be broken no matter what happened in their life. He was okay with that, especially if it meant spending time with you." Becca how dare you. How dare you Becca. Becca I am in your walls. Becca. "No one offered Steven help, not with anything, even when he asked for it." Sending you my therapy bill k thanks.

I tried picking out more quotes to highlight but I can't!! They're all so good what am I gonna do post the whole fic in this ask??? In this economy? Suffice it to say that I have to pause many times whenever I reread this fic bc my heart just can't take it.

MARC ENCOURAGING STEVEN TO ASK HER OUT. STEVEN THINKING OF HIS FEELINGS FOR HER AS "SQUIGGLY" AND "FUZZY". PEOPLE WHO SAY PERFECTION DOESN'T EXIST JUST HAVEN'T READ MOON STRUCK. Also Gus the second deserved that gift we love that for him.

And then the next scene (again feels weird to call it that but idk what else to call it) when Marc is fronting is just another example of how good you are at characterisation like?????? Marc worrying about her constantly, watching to make sure she gets home safe but NOT SAYING ANYTHING. Marc being confused that she cares about him!!!! The trauma really came through on that one Becca you just GET IT. Marc feeling like she only cares bc it matters to Steven. But the she worries that she's not good enough for Steven, that that's why Marc is being distant. It hurt how much I related to all the insecurity rolling around but you write it so well!! Worth the pain of recognising yourself in the other you know??

Idk much about the world of professional dance but from what I do know the exhaustion and toll it takes is very realistic, and again I can relate a lot to just knowing sometimes that a good cry is in order. Being robbed in that state??? Idk if I'd be able to listen to The Big Pigeon with all that going on but I sure love reading about it. When I say you captured the tone of the show but made it entirely your own... when I tell you that the tension and feeling was so expertly crafted here... YEAH BESTIE THIS IS REALLY GREAT SHIT. And then absolutely EVERYTHING about Marc taking care of her after... the awkwardness and the mutual unspoken yearning... the little hand touch from Marc, how she keeps asking if he's okay, Steven telling Marc it's ok to let her take care of him, Marc brusquely saying he doesn't hate her, Marc blaming himself and disliking seeing the bandage on her, Marc saying she can contact either of them if she's not okay once the shock wears off!!! Please. Please. My poor nerves can't handle the onslaught of loveliness.

"The feeling that wells up in his chest almost chokes him. Marc can only nod, and even Steven stays silent for once at the wave of emotion that crashes through them both." OOF. Clutching my chest and falling on my couch at how weak this ending makes me. Also I know this is already a behemoth of a message I'm so sorry but I just have to add. I really enjoyed you telling us what it was like when you played video games with your best friend. I love when the girlies have fun and share woth the rest of us.

As always lovely thank you for taking the time to write something so detailed and so sweet. Moon Struck means a so much to me, first because a lot of love was poured into it but also because it let me branch out and discover so many other things that mean so much to me. There would be no Significant, no Hard Landings, no Tales Untold, and certainly no Joel Miller fics, without Moon Struck, so it makes me really happy that people are still enjoying it.

Hello!!! Comparing anything I've done to Shakespeare in any context is sooo...I just don't have words. I'm flattered. I'm also glad you found their voice so distinct and so in character. It was the thing I was most worried about when I was writing but they're just so incredibly distinct, it didn't end up being a problem.

The accurate characterisation! The commitment to pacing the story in an honest way that makes the progression of separate characters and relationships make sense!!

Thank you!! I was also so worried about this because just because Steven loves this person, doesn't necessarily mean that Marc will. And even though that is the case here, it doesn't mean that it'll happen at the same time or in the same way because they're different people and that distinction was so important.

Steven Grant puts honey in the tea he made for her. I repeat Steven Grant has put honey in tea out of affection for someone else bc he paid attention to her habits.

Of course, of course, of course! Steven would be such a thoughtful and loving partner. Of course he would pay attention to the little things.

Marc worrying about her constantly, watching to make sure she gets home safe but NOT SAYING ANYTHING.

Marc loves a lot. He does the same thing with Steven where he keeps his distance but tries to protect him in his own way. So of course he loves this was with the reader as well. But the reader doesn't know any of that so of course it seems like something else.

Thank you so much for this message! I really love getting to see all your thoughts and the way you work through the fics. And I'm glad you enjoyed my little update about playing games with my best friend 😂 thank you again for being so kind and lovely 💕

#bec talks #rant anon

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Lover To Lover: A Black Butler One Shot Collection

The_Littlest_Raindrop

Summary:

A collection of smutty Black Butler one-shots.

Notes:

Hellooooooo,

So this is something I've been planning to do for a little while now. Unfortunately I got caught up writting a few other things, so I haven't had time until now. Still, better late than never (I hope).

In case there's anyone here concerned that doing a one-shot collection will cause me to neglect my ongoing Reader x Undertaker story, I promise it won't! That story will still be getting regular updates, as will this one.

As anyone who's read any of my previous work knows, my work is un-beta'd, so there may be a few mistakes.

Also, as it's ongoing, I haven't written chapters for all of the pairs listed in the tags yet. They're all ones I'm planning to do though, so please be patient with me.

So, with that said, please enjoy fic no.1, featuring William T Spears

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Button Up (William T Spears X Reader)

Chapter Text

'Have this report on my desk by nine. No excuses.' Those were your boss William's parting words to you this morning. He's been very cold towards you lately, ever since an unfortunate incident a few weeks ago; an unexpected encounter with a demon during routine collection had left your blouse torn to shreds at the front, exposing a great deal of your chest. It would have all been okay if William hadn't appeared before you had the chance to change! But alas, he'd grown concerned about how long it was taking you to do such a simple task and decided to look for you.

He hasn't looked you in the eyes since.

You sigh in frustration. Truth be told, you've something of a crush on the stoic reaper. He's very handsome man and, despite his cold exterior, you can tell he cares deeply for the people under his jurisdiction. You're pretty sure he cares about you too, but his actions at present seem to suggest something else. Maybe he has some kind of problem with your work at the moment? You make a mental note to ask him when you drop your paperwork off later.

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A few hours pass in what feels like minutes, and you hear a tapping on the edge of your desk. Grell.

'Hello, Sweetie. Working on something for Will again? I swear that man… you'd think he'd go easy on us ladies. Especially when he fancies one of them!' Grell sighs dramatically, and you laugh at his antics. How long will it take for him to realise William wasn't interested in him? 'Oh you laugh now, but how long will it take for him to finally give in to his feelings? I bet you it's only a matter of time before he has you pinned against something hard, with something even harder between your legs!' Your laughing stops. Did he mean…

'Oh, you though I was talking about myself! No my dear, it's you who's got his heart all a-flutter. Why do you think he's been so distant lately? Why, repressed feelings, of course! That man is desperate for you, I know I the signs.' He winks. 'Why don't you unbutton that blouse of yours before you hand your work in? I bet a little cleavage will be more than enough to break that harsh visage of his.' You blush bright red, and Grell disappears, chasing after someone.

What if Grell was right? What if William does fancy you? It can't hurt to find out if he does. Worse cast scenario is he'll put you on suspension. Best case? Grell mentioned something about pinning you against something hard…

You work faster than you've ever worked before, determined to see William as soon as possible.

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You manage to finish at seven, a whole two hours earlier than asked. That's definitely a good start. Taking Grell's advice, you unbutton your blouse far enough to show off your cleavage. You just hope William notices.

You give his door a firm knock. The office always feels eerie in the evenings, every other member of dispatch out collecting souls. You hear an 'enter' from the other side of the door, and do as instructed.

William is sat behind his desk, perusing another report. He looks up at you, then checks the clock on his desk. 'Hm, early I see. Excellent. Leave it on my desk, then you're free to leave.' His eyes fall back to the report he's been reading. You place it on the desk, but make no move to leave. He seems to notice. 'Was there something…' he catches sight of your chest. 'Your… your attire is most unsuitable for a work environment. I suggest you button up.' Instead of listening, you cross your arms under your chest, pushing your breasts up even further. William rises from his desk.

'Don't make me ask you again. Button. Up. Now.' His gaze is so intense you almost falter, but you hold your own. He stalks towards you, and end up walking backwards until your back hits the door. He puts his hands on the door, one on either side of you head, and leans in. 'Final warning. Button up or face the consequences.' Sadist that you are, you feel yourself getting wet. Who knew being spoken to like this could get you so worked up.

You raise your hands to your blouse, and for a second William thinks you've finally heeded his words. Instead, you look him straight in the eyes as you undo the rest of the buttons on your blouse before removing it completely, leaving your torso clad in a simple nude bra. This is the final straw for William, who uses his whole body to pin you to the door as he begins plundering your mouth.

His kiss is electrifying, like it's made of pure want and lust. He forces his tongue into your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

William's body moves on autopilot, one hand leaving the door to slide your skirt up. He strokes the front of your underwear, and groans deeply when he finds them soaked through. He wraps your leg around his waist, grinding his erection against you.

You break the kiss for air, and William starts attacking your neck. He bites down before sucking hard, and you're certain you'll be left with a mark, but you can't bring yourself to give a single fuck.

You slide a hand down to his crotch, and he moves back slightly so you can start to undo his trousers. When they're undone, you do your best to slide them down. They pool around his knees. You try to pull down his boxers, but find that much more difficult. William eventually removes his other hand from the door and does it for you, pulling them down to his meet his trousers before wrapping your other legs around his waist. When that task is complete, his hand returns to its place by your head.

The hand playing with your underwear moves them to one side, signalling he's planning to enter you soon. Before he does, he whispers in your ear. 'You have no idea how much I've wanted to take you like this. How many times this exact scenario has played out in my mind. Tell me you want this too, and I'll take you so hard you'll have to crawl out of this office because your legs can't take your weight on their own.' His words make you even more aroused, and you try your best to think of a response. Eventually, you think of a fitting one.

'William T Spears, this is your final warning. Fuck me now or face the con…' you don't have to finish your sentence; he pulls your underwear to one side and glides straight into you.

He stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his intrusion before he starts slamming you against the door, putting all the strength he can muster into every single one of his thrusts.

All you can do is cry his name as he takes you. You feel pleasure coursing through your body, and you know it won't be long before your cries become a shout of pure ecstasy.

He changes his angle slightly by moving your hips away from the door, and that's all it takes to send you over the edge. You hope no one has entered the general vicinity as you scream William's name, gyrating your hips against his as you work through your orgasm.

Your movements are enough to send William over too, and you feel him release inside of you as he bites your shoulder again to muffle his cry of your name.

As you both come down from your respective highs, William pulls out at sets you down. True to his earlier promise, your legs are too weak to hold your weight; you collapse into a heap on the floor.

William sits next you on the floor. You both look at each other, and for a while you say nothing. Eventually, he breaks the silence.

'The next time I tell you to button up, feel free to ignore me again.'

Chapter 2: Playing Hero (Ronald Knox x Reader)

Notes:

Bonjour!

I do have a habit of uploading chapers one after the other, and it would appear said habit has struck again o.O

As Ronald Knox was requested twice, this will be the first of two stories featuring the boisterous young reaper. This first one is a reader insert, and the second one will feature an OC o.O

I have a rough idea of when I'll be posting next; I plan to have a new chapter of my Undertaker x Reader fic up tomorrow, and then the Ronald x OC one up the day after. It's only a rough schedule though, so please don't get mad if I fail to stick to it.

Now that I've said what I wanted to say, please feel free to read away ;)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midnight, Central London. The humans are mostly all asleep now, blissfully unaware of the existence of things like demons and grim reapers.

Unfortunately, as one of the two grim reapers being chased by a demon at present, you can't really claim that same blissful ignorance.

This assignment was always going to be hard, mass suicides always are, but neither you nor your partner Ronald were expecting a demon to appear. There was always a chance of course, but it didn't seem very likely. There's another demon in London tonight, and rarely do you find two in the same location. Demons are notoriously territorial beings, so this one must be either terribly dumb or terribly hungry if he's decided to hunt here tonight.

Judging by the way he's pursuing the two of you, you're willing to bet it's hunger.

Ronald turns his head to face you. 'We can't outrun him forever. We have to turn and fight before we lose the energy to!' You know he's right, but fear is clouding your judgement. You've never fought a demon before. What if you're not strong enough? It's both your lives on the line, and you don't want anything to happen to Ronald. Sweet, happy-go-lucky Ronald, who's willing to flirt with anything in a skirt. Oh how you wish you wore skirts.

Ronald senses your hesitation. 'We'll be fine, just follow my lead. After all, there's two of us and one of him. By that logic, we've already won!' You're about to make a comment about skill over numbers, but it's suddenly rendered pointless; in his haste to convince you to fight, Ronald has lead you straight down a dead end.

You both turn to face the demon.

'Nowhere to run now, reapers. Tell me, which one of you wants to die first? Personally, I think I should deal with lover boy here so I can get a piece of the woman without interruption.' Ronald jumps in front of you, producing his death scythe from what seems like thin air.

'So long as I'm still breathing, you're not getting your filthy hands anywhere near her, you noxious beast!' He revs up his scythe and charges the demon.

You have three options available to you:

Option one; you can stand there and watch while Ronald takes on the demon all by himself.

Option two; you can use your own death scythe to help Ronald.

Option three; you can slip past the two men fighting and run to safety.

Option three is a non-option; you can't just abandon Ronald, not after what he just said. You're not about to just stand there either, so that's option one out the window.

Looks like it's option two then.

Summoning your own death scythe (shaped like gardening shears) you join Ronald in the fight.

The fighting is intense, with the demon managing to avoid both of your attacks with minimal effort. You're beginning to grow frustrated at your lack of progress in the fight, and start to take bigger risks, lunging at the demon without thinking. On one such attack you miss, and he takes full advantage of your mistake; he swipes his arm out at you, nails sharp and deadly, and aims for your throat.

Your life flashes before your eyes; oh how you've squandered it. You've spent so much time trying to prove your worth as a reaper that you've neglected yourself as a person. You can't even remember the last time you did something because you wanted to, not just because it would benefit your career. Most of all though, you regret not telling Ronald how you feel.

You've been pared up with him for months, and in that time you've come to care for him a great deal. From his cheeky grin to the way he ruffles up his hair sometimes, everything about him makes you want him more. The only thing stopping you from telling him has been the lack of interest on his part; namely, the lack of flirtatious comments. He's never once flirted with you, or shown any interest in pursuing you romantically. Yet a moment ago, when he jumped in front of you…

You close your eyes and make a vow; if, by some miracle, you both make it out of this alive, you're going to tell him how you feel. No more waiting on him to show you interest. You're going to lay your heart at his feet, and pray that he doesn't step on it.

You feel something collide with your shoulder. You open your eyes in surprise to see Ronald, shoving you away from the demon's clawed hand. You fall to the ground, and hear the unmistakeable sound of fabric being torn before his lawnmower revs up. You keep your eyes on the ground, and watch as blood stains the cobbles in the alleyway.

When the lawnmower finally falls silent, you hear the thud of two bodies falling to the floor.

You fear the worse; what if the demon killed Ronald as Ronald killed it? Or worse still, what if the demon killed Ronald with his own death scythe before falling to the ground in exhaustion?

You hear the signature clicking of shoes on cobbles, and stop breathing; someone is approaching you.

Knowing you don't have it in you to fight anymore, you close your eyes and accept your fate.

You feel a hand grab your shoulder.

'Are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you when I pushed you to the ground.' You look up and burst into tears. Ronald made it.

He looks a state, covered in blood from head to toe. Most of it seems like it's the demon's blood, but there's a nasty-looking scratch down one arm; presumably from where he took the swipe that would have killed you.

You rise to your feet and hug into his chest, not caring that the blood was starting to stain your own white shirt.

Ronald kisses the top of you head softly. 'Would you mind patching up my arm back at my place? I'd rather avoid any other side trips tonight, and I know you're trained in emergency first aid. You nod into his chest. 'In that case, lets get a move on.'

You both teleport back into the reaper world, and make your way towards his flat.

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For a bachelor, Ronald has a remarkably clean flat. The main living area has a small bookshelf, armchair, and love-seat, and the kitchen-diner contains a small table and two chairs. It's on those chairs the two of you sit now, first aid supplies coving the entirety of the table's surface.

Ronald showered as soon as you got in, and is now clad in nothing but a towel, giving you easy access to his injured arm. You can't help but admire just how muscular his arms are; his scythe must be just as heavy as it looks.

He hisses lightly as you rub a cloth soaked in alcohol over his wound, and you stop, checking to see if he's okay to continue. He nods, and you finish cleaning the wound, making sure to be both quick and thorough.

When you've finished, you assess the damage to the arm; lucky, the blow wasn't a deep one, and the bleeding has slowed down considerably. Deciding that stitches won't be necessary, you bandage his arm tightly.

When you're done, he flexes his arm, and frowns when he discovers he can't move it very much. 'What did you expect?' You scold lightly 'If you will insist on playing the hero, you have to pay the price for your heroism.' He looks at you, face like a kicked puppy.

'I was hoping the beautiful damsel in distress would reward me with a kiss for my efforts, but I guess that's not going to happen…' you freeze, his words hitting you like a kick to the chest. Beautiful? Kiss? Are you dreaming?

He blushes crimson. 'Well er… thanks for patching me up and all. You should probably go get some rest.' You can't bring yourself to stand. Does Ronald return your feelings?

Thinking back on your promise from earlier, you decide to be bold; you lean over and kiss him lightly on the lips.

Ronald's reaction is immediate, moaning into your mouth as he moves to deepen the kiss. You get up from your chair to straddle his lap, fingers grasping onto his hair. He grabs onto your hips and starts grinding into you from below, his erection barely concealed by his towel. When you break for air, he utters a single word. 'Bedroom.' It's not a question, it's a statement; he needs you to go to the bedroom.

When you reach your destination, he throws you onto the bed so he can remove his towel. You take this pause in proceeding to ask the question that's been eating away at you for months. 'If you want me as much as your body says you do, why have you never so much as flirtatiously winked at me before now?' He's about to crawl over you but pauses, thinking about his answer carefully.

'Flirting only comes easy to me if I don't fancy the woman that much. It's harder to flirt with someone you truly desire.' Apparently satisfied that he's answered your question, he begins removing your clothing. Your socks are the first thing to go, your shoes and jacket having been discarded as soon as you came in. Next, he pulls your trousers down your legs, kissing every inch of skin he can as it's slowly revealed to him. When they're gone, his patience apparently falters; he grabs the two halves of your shirt and tears it apart, buttons flying everywhere. You're about to complain, but he silences you with a kiss, stifling your voice in the best way possible.

He moves his good arm underneath you, and manages to unclasp your bra with only one hand, a truly impressive trick that makes you even more aroused.

He flings your bra away as if it offends him, and breaks the kiss so he can explore your chest with his mouth. He starts off by slowly kissing your collarbone, making his way down to the valley between your breasts. He lets his tongue glide all the way down your sternum before making its way up to one of your nipples. He carefully takes it into his mouth and starts to suck on it, making you moan loudly. He toys with you for what feels like hours, alternating between nipples until you're practically begging him to stop.

Sliding a hand into your underwear, his ministrations falter when he realises just how wet you are. Suddenly growing impatient, he gets off you so he can get rid of your last piece of clothing. Tossing it carelessly over his shoulder, he licks you from hole to clit before getting into position over you. He looks you straight in the eyes.

'I should probably tell you that if we do this, you're mine. I know I've got a reputation as someone who sleeps around a lot, but that's only because I've never found anyone who's made me wanna stay with them longer than a single night. You're different though. When I'm with you, I feel like this is it, you know? Like I only want you. It'll break my heart if I don't get to stay with you after this. So please, will you be my girlfriend?'

You spread your legs as wide as they'll go before answering. 'If you want me, come and get me.' You wink, and he's clearly satisfied with your answer. He pushes into you slowly, savouring the feeling of finally being inside of you. The two of you moan in unison, and he begins thrusting into you, overwhelmed by desire.

The bed creaks underneath you, and for a moment you're concerned it'll break; but then you realise that the whole flat block could crumble and it wouldn't stop Ronald ramming into you like an animal in heat. His thrusts seem to go deeper and deeper inside of you, reaching parts of you no man has ever touched before.

His frantic pace means he won't last long, so you close your eyes and savour each sensation he gives you. In no time at all, you reach your peak, calling his name out passionately. You expect him to finish too, but he does something unexpected; he pulls out, turns you over, and re-enters you from behind.

His stamina is unreal; how is he still going? Most men would have finished sooner, probably before you did. Ronald must surely have perfected some kind of technique to stop him for climaxing too soon. Your whole body starts to heat up, and you feel a second climax coming.

Ronald leans forwards so his mouth is at your ear. 'Tell me how much you want this. Tell me you need me to fill you. Tell me you want me to ruin you for everyone else. I need this, I need to know you're mine.' He sounds equal parts aroused and desperate, so you scream the first thing that comes to mind.

'I LOVE YOU!' His orgasm is so powerful it triggers a second one in you, and you both let out moans so loud you're sure everyone in the building knows exactly what you're doing together.

He collapses onto your back. Your body is rapidly cooling, but the warmth coming from Ronald stops you feeling too cold. After a while, he finally speaks.

'If this is what playing the hero gets me, I should really do it more often.'

Notes:

So, did you all enjoy that? I really hope so :/

As I've said, the next fic in this series is already decided, but I am of course still taking requests :)

Hope to see you in the next chapter :)

Chapter 3: Crimson Stain (Ronald Knox x OC)

Notes:

Hello all.

This one is a request, sent by by 'SaveMySoul'. They wanted an OC story, they got one ;)

Here is the information I received about said oc:

'the oc's name is Autumn Bloodstone, she is a reaper. She is a huge tease, and does everything she can to get on someones nerves. Her scythe is shaped like a spear. She also has a thing for the taste of blood- (*cough* and is also a serial killer *cough*) I would say she has Grell's hair and freckles, but besides that not to unique look wise.'

With that in mind, I sincerely hope I've done the character justice.

Enjoy

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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'Come on Ronnie, it's only a bit of fun' Autumn winks at the usually boisterous reaper, determined to talk him into her little plan.

William has assigned her an entire evening of overtime collecting souls in the field, and she's none too happy about. So she's decided to get some petty revenge; she's going to swap the labels on William's files over. She knows full well how much this'll piss him off, but she needs someone to look out for him whilst she does; something she's currently trying to convince Ronald to do.

'No way, Autumn. Spears is already after my blood after the Campania incident. I can't risk getting him angrier than he already is.' Autumn pouts. Ronald isn't much fun today. Going out with him to collect in a moment is going to be dreadfully dull. Unless she can think of a way to make it more… exciting.

She saunters closer to him, trying to be seductive. 'Will may be after your blood, but sometimes I get the feeling that you're after something of mine. Perhaps if you're willing to risk yourself for me, I'll let you have a taste of it…' he licks his ear, and Ronald shivers, clearly very aroused. She's certain he'll take the bait, until a voice behind them shatters that certainty.

'If you're quite finished, I assume you're here for you assignment tonight.' Autumn turns to see William, looking as serious as ever. She rolls her eyes at him.

'I guess so, Wee Willy Spears. What have you got for us today? Nothing hard, I hope; Ronnie here already has that covered.' Ronald blushes, and William looks furious.

'That's enough, Miss Bloodstone. Need I remind you that as a member of management, I have it within my power to make your life very unpleasant indeed. Please refrain from talking to me in such a manager. As for you Mr Knox,' he scrutinises him from head to toe. 'Keep your impulses in check. You're only one mistake away from suspension, after all.' He adjusts his glasses. 'Now, if you'll follow me, I'll give you the details of the task I expect you both to perform.'

They both follow him into the office, shutting the door behind them.

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Ronald and Autumn are currently sat on one of London's many rooftops, on the lookout for their latest collection; a woman, destined to die after a violent assault in an alleyway. A fairly common case in a large town such as London, but the recent increase in demon activity has all of the reapers feeling a little paranoid.

Well, all of the reapers bar one. Autumn is currently perched on a chimney, twirling her spear-shaped death scythe in one hand and whistling to herself. Ronald is half-tempter to walk over her and shut her up, most probably with a kiss.

Ronald is rather unnerved by just how attractive he finds the crimson-haired reaper. From the way she looks to the way she toys with him, he can't get enough of her. Sure, he's had plenty of women in the past, but something about her makes his whole body full with desire…

She stands suddenly, whole body alert, and he knows that she'd seen their target. He moves to join her.

'Where are they?' She points towards an alleyway not too far from where they currently are. 'Alright, let's go!' She leaps first and Ronald follows, glad that she's taken the lead; he gets to stare at her ass the whole way there.

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Autumn sees two figures in the alleyway; a small woman cowering against its wall and a large man wielding a butcher's knife. She hears snippets of conversation as she approaches.

'Listen here, girly. You're either gonna let me fuck you, or I'm gonna slit your throat then fuck you. The choice is yours.' Autumn feels quite sick; what a disgusting excuse for a human being. She decides that he's a far better candidate for soul collection than the woman is.

She stops running, and begins to enter the alleyway. Ronald grabs her arm. 'Are you mad? If you go in there, you'll mess up her cinematic record! She won't die tonight.' Autumn merely smiles.

'Oh, but someone will die tonight. Just wait and see.' She winks at him, just as she did earlier, and shrugs away him arm. She approaches the man with the knife.

'So, planning on harming a woman, are you? That's not a good idea. Us women all stick together you see; try to harm one of us, and we'll all turn on you.' Autumn turns to the woman. 'Run along home now, and don't tell anyone what you saw tonight. Otherwise I may have to undo saving you.' The woman doesn't hang about, feeling as fast as she can.

As she watches the woman leave, the man with the butchers knife prepares to strike, thrusting the knife towards Autumn's back.

Grim reapers aren't known for their slow reactions, however; Autumn easily dodges his attack, and counters it by jumping behind him and spearing him right through the heart. His blood and his cinematic record both spill forth into the night, and she finds the sight magnificent. She effortlessly cuts his cinematic record, and is about to leave when Ronald walks into the alleyway.

'You shouldn't have done that, you know. It's the third time this month you've done something like this. It isn't soul collection if they're not on the list, it's murder! You're a murderer, Autumn, and I've no desire to as…' he's about to tell her he doesn't want to associate with her further when she starts licking the blood off of the tip of her spear. Ronald freezes, mouth feeling dry.

She glides her tongue down the weapon's edge, uncaring that it could cut her tongue. She looks Ronald straight in the eyes as she moves one closed hand up and down the spear's shaft in a pumping motion, never ceasing her tongue's movement. It's very obvious what she's mimicking, but Ronald isn't falling for it; not until she reaches under her skirt and removes her underwear, flinging it at Ronald. He catches it out of pure instinct, and grows hard as he examines the garment in question; it's soaked.

Unable to fight his growing attraction, Ronald lunches as Autumn, knocking her forcefully against the rough bricks of the alley wall before ramming his tongue straight into her mouth. He can taste the blood that she's just licked, but he doesn't care; if anything, it adds to his arousal.

Autumn wastes no time, throwing the spear to the side so she can undo Ronald's trousers. She gets them halfway down he's knees, and goes to pull his boxers down when she gets a surprise; he isn't wearing any. Ronald grins, and pulls away from her. She looks at him, confused. His grin grows wider.

'You've made an awful mess on the floor. You should probably clean it up.' For a moment, she's not sure what he means, but then she understands; he knows how much she likes the taste of blood, and is willing to indulge her whilst he indulges himself.

She pushes herself off of the wall and gets down on her hands and knees, loving this newfound kinky side of Ronald's. 'You know we're both going to be punished for this, right? Dear old Willy is going to be so mad when he finds out just how naughty I've been, and how you failed to keep me in line.' He pushes her head down towards the blood-soaked pavement.

'Well then, perhaps this will teach you a lesson.' Within seconds, he's pushed her skirt up and forced his way inside of her, making her moan into the pavement. He doesn't hold back, thrusting into her so hard their knees start to bleed from scraping against the hard surface that is the pavement. She laps at the blood on the floor as Ronald keeps using her, revelling in the glorious debauchery of the situation. If she'd only known that he was so easily spurred into action; they could have done this months ago.

Her orgasm is intense, heightened by all of the sensations on offer to her. Ronald is quick to follow, pumping the proof of his climax deep inside of her. She can't believe how much he's releasing into her; it must have been a while since he last had a woman.

As soon as they're done, they both collapse, Autumn's once-white blouse soaking up the blood on the floor until it matches her hair. Ronald is about to make some kind of remark when they hear the clicking of shoes on the pavement.

'You two have no idea how much trouble you're in.'

Notes:

So, did y'all like it? Do you think I did the character justice? Feel free to let me know.

As I keep mentioning, you're also more than welcome to request stories too; I really will write anything :P

Until next time, I hope you enjoyed

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Chapter 4: Stormy Night (Snake x Reader)

Notes:

Hey guys!

I had a day off today, so I thought I'd write a bonus one-shot that no one requested, whilst I wait for details of someone's OC (which I'm 100% up for doing, once I have the relevant details) :3

So here, have some Snake. Enjoy ;)

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The rain is pouring down from the skies tonight, as you look longingly out of the window.

It's been six months since you joined the Phantomhive's staff roster as a scullery maid, and not once in all that time have you seen weather as foul as it has been today. From the moment you woke up it's been raining, and it's made your whole day rather miserable.

First of all, Finny (God bless his soul) had come into the foyer, dripping with mud and gleefully holding aloft a handful of carrots he'd salvaged from the garden. Sebastian looked like he was going to murder the poor boy, until you and Bard had stepped in and offered to clean up the mess. Bard hurriedly took him away while you cleaned up all the mud he left behind.

Then, at lunchtime, Mey-Rin managed to break a teapot. You'd told her you clean it up, as she seemed too flustered to do it. Not five minutes later, Sebastian saw you, and scolded YOU for breaking it. You apologised, not wishing to drop Mey-Rin in it, but making a mental note to think twice before being so helpful.

To top it all off, at four o'clock Tanaka had informed you that Charles Grey was staying for dinner, and that only meant one thing; dishes. Lots and lots of dishes.

So many in fact that you have only just finished them, despite the fact that you should have retired to your room over an hour ago. Your arms are killing you, and all you want to do is curl up into a little ball…

Hang on, you haven't seen Snake today. That's odd. Snake always helps you out with things when he's not attending to his role as footman. You've grown very fond of his company, to the point where you've found yourself falling for the scaly young man. Even his snakes like you, and they're usually rather anti-social towards anyone other than snake. So where was he? The only place you can think of is the greenhouse, which is where he's been living ever since he came to the manor.

You suddenly begin to worry; is he sick? Or injured? Or if he's not, has he eaten today? You hurriedly prepare him some sand witches, and wrap them in wax paper. Then, you make for the servant's exit, and run through the rain until you reach the greenhouse.

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By the time you reach the greenhouse, you're soaked right through to your skin. You hope Snake's food isn't ruined too as you slide the door open.

The first thing you notice is just how hot the greenhouse is; you can almost feel the water evaporating off of your uniform.

The second thing you notice is that you're not alone, as a huge brown snake wraps itself around you, fangs poised to bite.

Before you get the chance to say who you are, Snake appears, clad in a pair of flannel pyjamas. ''Wilde, that is not how we greet our friends'. Yes, I agree Emily, let her go, Wilde.' The snake slides down your body, and slithers towards Snake. ''It was only a bit of fun. I'm sorry' says Wilde.' Snake looks crossly at his reptilian friend, frowning when he sees you trembling a little. ''Why did you come here in this weather?' Asks Emily?' You walk towards Snake and hand him the package in your hands.

'I didn't see you today, so I thought I'd come and see how you all are. I brought Snake some sandwiches. I'm not really sure what snake's eat, so I didn't bring you anything, Emily. I'm sorry.' You reach out to pet her, and she rubs her head under your hand.

''That's quite alright, my dear. It was very kind of you to come at all. Why don't you change out of those wet clothes for now? They'll dry easier if you're not wearing them.' Emily is right, you'll catch cold if you stay in them. I have something you can borrow.' He gestures for you to follow him.

He leads you to a small section of the greenhouse that houses a single bed and a small chest of draws; you assume it's his 'bedroom'. He places the sandwiches on the chest, reaching into the draw to get you a clean shirt and some trousers. He passes them to you. ''You can change here. We won't look.' Of course we won't, Emily.' Both Snake and Emily face away from you, giving you some privacy.

You decide it's best if you strip down completely first; you want to get out of your wet clothes. As you remove your uniform, you realise the rain has soaked through to you undergarments; you just hope Snake won't mind the sight of your Underwear drying in his greenhouse.

As you reach down to put on Snake's trousers, one of Snake's snakes makes an appearance. At first you think it's Wilde, come back to cause more mischief, but upon further inspection you notice it looks a little different; it seems to be slightly larger, and it has different markings.

The snake slides up you and wraps itself around you, somehow managing to wrap itself around your breasts, with its tail coving your pubic region. This put you in a difficult position; do you call for Snake's help, or try to deal with it yourself?

Sighing, you don't think there's much change of it listening to you; best to ask Snake for help.

'Snake, could you tell your friend to leave me in peace?' He turns around, and blushes bright red when he's sees the position you're in.

''Webster, we've talked about this! No manhandling Snake's lady friend!' I really wish you wouldn't call her that, Emily.' Webster hisses at him, and you expect him to translate. Instead, he begins talking to him.

'I know, and I appreciate you trying to help, but this is something I need to do on my own.' You're confused; what is he talking about?

Emily begins to hiss. 'Because I'm too shy. What if she doesn't feel the same?' Your heart starts beating rapidly; was he talking about you?!

Both snakes hiss in unison. 'Alright, I'll do it, but in my own time. Could you give her some privacy now, Webster?' It's Emily who moves first, apparently none too pleased about something Snake said. Webster also leaves, which leaves you in a rather awkward position; you're stark naked, and Snake is still looking at you!

Your first instinct is to try and cover up, but you fight it; you want to see what he'll do.

Snake looks at you from head to toe, like he's examining you. You look at his trousers, and can tell by the bulge forming there that he likes what he sees. Your eyes meet, and you know that he knows he's been caught looking at you. Instead of scolding him, you raise your arms and fake a yawn, making your breasts push forwards a little. Snake seems unaware of the tease.

'I… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to look! Please don't be angry with me! You're the only real friend I have. Well, the only human one at least. Please don't turn me away!' He looks like he's going to cry, so you stop your teasing and run over to him, embracing him.

'I'm not angry, Snake. I don't mind you taking a look. Have you ever seen a woman naked before?' You ask, and he shakes his head. 'Does that mean you've never been with anyone?' He moves away from your embrace, like he's ashamed.

'I've never even kissed a woman before. Most people take one look at me and run away. I'm… I'm totally inexperienced when it comes to love. Or with people in general. This is the first time in years I've spoken to someone without my snakes. But I feel like I can speak with you, and that you'll understand. Do you understand why I'm telling you all this? Please try, because I don't know how to te…' you cut his rambling short with a kiss.

You keep it slow, scared of frightening him off. For someone who's never been kissed before, he seems to pick it up very quickly, brushing a hand against your cheek as he deepens the kiss, hesitantly pressing his tongue against your lips. His tongue is hot and wet, and you love the way it tangles in with your own.

He pulls away gasping for breath, lust shining in his eyes. 'Okay, now I've kissed a woman. It was very nice. I'd like to do it again. Can I?' He looks at you hopefully.

'You can, but I'd like to ask a question first; how far do you want to take this tonight? I'll understand if you just want to kiss, but you can have more if you want it. No pressure, I just need to know what you want.' Lighting illuminates the sky, and you jump, not expecting it. Snake sees how scared you are.

'You should stay with us tonight. The snakes will keep up safe, and I'll try to keep you warm. I doubt I'll be very good at, er… coitus, but I want to try with you. And I'd like you to be my girlfriend, if you want that.' He looks so shy, it's adorable. You lead him over to the bed coyly, unbuttoning his pyjama top as you go. You slide it off of his shoulders as you sit on the bed.

His body is much as you imagined it would be. Large scaly patches litter his entire torso, which is unsurprisingly very slender; much like a snake. The skin that isn't scaled is pale, almost glowing in the low light. You kiss his chest slowly, showing him that you don't find it as repulsive as you're sure he fears you might. He groans, and threads his fingers in your hair.

Once you're done with his chest, you move down, sliding his trousers down his legs. He's not wearing any underwear, which is hardly surprising given the fact that he's in his nightwear. His erection is long and slender, and you daringly slide your tongue along its length. Snake pulls your head back.

'Please don't do that. I want to be inside of you, but if you do that again I'll finish before I get the chance.' He smiles apologetically, and you wrap your arms around his neck, dragging him onto the bed on top of you. He begins touching you hesitantly.

'That's okay, I'm sure there'll be lots of opportunities for me to do that to you. I am your girlfriend now, after all.' You wink, and your words seem to inspire confidence in him. His touch becomes harder and more daring, running his hands over your breasts and playing with your nipples. He keeps looking back at you, as if needing confirmation that he's doing the right thing. You decide to give him some help.

'It helps if you kiss my body too. Especially where your hands are now.' Taking his cue, he lowers his mouth to your nipple and starts kissing it, attempting to use he tongue as he did whilst kissing your mouth. It feels divine, and you start moaning into the night. After a while, he switches breast, giving the exact same treatment to your other nipple. You can feel an orgasm growing, you just need more stimulation against your groin.

Snake stops what he's doing to ask you a question. 'How will I know when you're ready for us to mate? Will it be soon? I'm getting rather restless.' You blush at his use of the 'mate', but answer his questions anyhow.

'Put your hand between my legs. What do you feel?' He does as instructed, and lets out a gasp.

'You're wet, really wet. Is that a good thing?' He really is inexperienced if he's asking THAT. You spread your legs as wife as they'll go, and move your hands to your opening.

'This is where you enter me. It's a fairly small hole, and no one's been there for a long while, so it'll be a tight fit. That's why I'm so wet; it's my body's way of making it easier on me when you do enter me. So yes, being wet is definitely a good thing, and to answer your question from earlier, I'm ready for you right now.' You grab his erection, and gently guide it to you entrance, before letting Snake take over. He positions it carefully, not wanting to get it wrong, before hesitantly sliding inside of you.

You moan in unison, and Snake's face contorts in euphoria. 'This feels amazing. We need to do this more often. Have I told you how beautiful you are? I need to do that more often, too.' He doesn't move for a while, but that's fine by you, giving you ample time to adjust to him.

When he does finally move his hips, he does so at an angle that causes your clit to rub against him with every thrust. He notices that he's doing something right, so he keeps doing what he's doing, the only thing that changes is his speed, which increases as his instincts overrule his nerves.

You scream out in pleasure as your orgasm hits, and the unexpected spasms of your vagina make Snake finish too. He moans loudly, thrusting erratically as he empties himself into you.

Eventually you both finish, and Snake pulls out of you. He picks you up and puts you into his bed, snuggling up behind you.

As you both drift off, you hear the rain ease off outside.

Notes:

So, did you all enjoy that? I wanted Snake to come off as very innocent, as I don't think he has much (if any) sexual experience. That's just the way I see the character, so there you have it.

As always, requests are open, but I'll still be uploading stuff regardless.

See you all next time :)

Chapter 5: Eavesdropper (Agni x Reader)

Notes:

Hey,

So I've been suffering from a touch of writer's block lately, mostly pertaining to this story. I just could not think of a good idea for an Agni x Reader fic :/

However, I've done my very best to work though it, so here it is, as requested by 'Tequila'.

I hope you all enjoy :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

'Ouch!' You exclaim loudly, pricking yourself with the needle again. You have no idea why you volunteered to fix a hole in the sleeve of Prince Soma's shirt, but you're quickly regretting the offer.

You've been living with the Prince and his butler Agni for six months now, after they'd found you living on the streets. The Prince had been reluctant to take you in at first, but Agni had somehow managed to convince him, during a hushed conversation in a language unfamiliar to you.

Agni had extended his bandaged hand towards you, and you'd taken it, wanting more than anything to be free from your life of poverty.

Ever since then, Agni has taken it upon himself to teach you things, like how to cook and mend clothing. Not once has he ever scolded you, or made you feel useless. He's changed your life through his kindness, and has never asked for anything in return. All that's been asked of you is that you help with the chores, which is something you're more than willing to do. It's partly because of this that you've found yourself falling for him. Of course his looks played a part in that too, but it was mostly the kindness.

Sighing, you put the garment on your dresser, intent on getting some tea before you continue.

As you make your way to the kitchen, you hear Prince Soma and Agni having a heated conversation in a nearby room. You don't wish to pry, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You sneak up to the door, and press your ear against it. The argument is in English, so you can understand every word.

'For the love of the Gods, Agni, it's been six months. Why won't you tell her how you feel so you can get married already? I'm growing bored of watching you longing from a distance. I want to see you truly happy.' What? Who does Agni want to marry? Do you know her? You feel jealousy bubble within you.

'You do not understand, my Prince. I cannot expect her to reciprocate my feelings. What if she doesn't feel the same way? It would make things very uncomfortable between us, and I value her company a great deal.' Now you're really confused. Agni didn't spend much time away from you and the Prince, so who could it be?

You desperately try to think of someone as Prince Soma answers. 'Take the afternoon off and spend it with her. Show her how much you care for her. I have no doubt she'll feel the same way. Now go, and do not waste the opportunity I have given you, Agni. Do as I command and tell that girl how you feel.' Before you can move, Prince Soma opens the door. The two men stare at you, and you blush furiously: you've been caught in the act of eavesdropping.

'Prince Soma, Agni. I can explain…' you're about to explain, when Agni interrupts.

'How much did you hear?' He asks, a somber expression on his face.

'Only that there's a woman that you like, and that you plan to tell her how you feel.' You have to fight back tears as you continue. 'I'm really happy for you, and I'm sure she'll feel the same way. If she doesn't, she's very foolish. I'm sorry for eavesdropping. It won't happen again.' You make to leave, but he puts his hand on your shoulder.

You shrug it off. 'I hope the two of you are really happy together.' You run off towards the kitchen, refusing to look back at the man who's accidentally broken your heart.

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As you put the tea leaves into the tea pot, you start to cry; Agni has fallen for someone else. The man you've found yourself falling for has feelings for another woman. And Prince Soma approves! It hurts you worse than you could have possibly imagined.

You hear the door open behind you, and try to wipe away your tears, which becomes impossible when you see who it is that's just entered.

It's Agni.

He seems concerned when he notices your tears. He walks over to you slowly, and cradles your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears.

'My mother used to have a saying; eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves. I'm sorry if my feelings have caused you pain. I didn't mean for you to find out like this.' Your crying turns into sobbing, and he brings you to his chest. He strokes your hair as sob, softly hushing you.

When your tears finally subside, you look up at him. 'I'm sorry, Agni. I really should have known you'd find someone. I hope more than anything that she brings you happiness, because goodness knows you deserve it.' He looks at you, concern replaced with confusion.

'Who do you think I've fallen in love with?' His question has you a little confused.

'I don't know her name, but from what I've heard you say I can tell you care about her. Prince Soma is right, by the way. You shouldn't waste any time. If you're sure she's the one for you then…' he cuts you off with a small kiss.

His kiss is tender, but you can feel the undeniable passion behind it. As he pulls away, it's your turn to look confused.

'I don't understand. Why did you kiss me?' He smiles, and it makes your heart beat rapidly.

'I was taking your advice. If you'll allow it, I'd like to take it again.' Before you have time to answer, he's leaning in for another kiss. Not only do you allow him to kiss you, but you actively encourage him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

The kiss soon turns heated, and before you know it he's pushing you back against the kitchen's small table, one hand moving to caress your thigh.

As much as you hate the idea of breaking contact, you have to know where you stand, and why he's decided to kiss you when he's in love with another.

You push him off of you lightly. 'Stop, Agni. This isn't right. You're in love with someone else, it isn't fair for you to take me like this. You should go to her. I'll forget this ever happened…' it's a lie; you'll never forget his kiss. However, convincing him to believe a lie is better than letting him know the painful truth.

Agni looks upset. 'I know you're upset with me, but sending me all of these mixed signs is confusing. First you tell me I should tell my love how I feel, but when I show her, you tell me to stop. What should I do? Please tell me, because I'm more lost than I've ever been.' His words make no sense. When did he take your advice? You'd literally only just given it to him!

Then it hits you.

It's you!

You're the one he's been talking about all this time!

Agni looks lost, almost desperately so. Now that the confusion is gone however, you can put the poor man out of his misery.

You decide to be daring, unbuttoning your blouse slowly. 'I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. I was under the impression you had feelings for another woman. I see I was mistaken. It's me you want, isn't it?' By the time you finish talking, your blouse is totally open, and you slide it off. Agni gasps as he catches sight of your bare breasts. You pray to every god imaginable that you've not misread the situation.

Agni tentatively places a hand over one of your breasts, as if he's afraid it'll disappear under his touch. You moan as his touch grows bolder, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You're so lost in pleasure you almost don't hear him speak.

'I've never desired anything more in my lifetime. The question is, is it mine to take? If yes, then I swear I shall treat you as you're the most precious thing in all this world.' His free hand begins working on your unoccupied breast, and you cry out your answer.

'I'm yours. I have been since the day you first took my hand. Please, Agni. Take me.' He kisses you in response, continuing his assault on your chest.

Eventually, he moves his un-bandaged hand down to the end of your skirt, slowly sliding it up your thigh. He stops kissing you so he can suck on your free nipple, which earns him another litany of moans from you.

When his hand reaches your underwear, he slowly slides them down your legs, allowing his hand full access to your most delicate area. He slips a single finger inside of you, and your whole body feels like it's going to burst into flames. The sensation is slightly strange at first, but you can't deny the fire it's started in your groin.

He adds a second finger once he feels you getting wetter, and when he can slide them both in with little resistance, he tries for a third. His fingers feel huge inside you, but if anything that makes it better. You cry out, clamping around his fingers as he takes you over the edge.

You feel lightheaded when your orgasm subsides, the pleasure causing your mind to leave your body for a moment. As you try to regain your thoughts, you see Agni pulling down his trousers and underwear, erection proudly stand to attention.

You expect him to just remove your underwear, but instead he removes both your underthings and your skirt, leaving you naked before him. He picks you up and sits you on the table, spreading your legs and lining himself up. He takes as steadying breath as he speaks.

'Gods, I never imagined you'd give yourself over to me so willingly. We don't have to do this now. If you'd rather we wait, we can both get dressed and spend the day doing other things together, such as going to the park or just talking. You don't have to give your body to me until you feel truly ready.' His kindness towards you is showing again, only this time you're determined to see it rewarded.

You spread your legs a little further, and shuffle to the end of the table, offering yourself to him. 'I already told you; take me.' That's all he needs to hear. He enters you without anymore hesitation.

He stills himself once he's inside, allowing you a moment to adjust to him. Thanks to his earlier ministrations, it doesn't take long before you start grinding yourself into him, urging him to start moving.

He moves slowly but forcefully, the table beneath you shaking with every thrust. You feel euphoric, every nerve ending in your body heating in response to your lovemaking.

He starts sucking on your neck, hand enough that you know it'll leave a mark. You don't care; you can't think of anything outside of this one moment.

His thrusts start to get faster, and you know he can't be far off finishing. You feel like you're going to finish too; it's just a case of seeing who falls off of that edge first.

Agni seems to realise you're close, and starts rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, bringing himself in close enough for your nipples to rub against his chest.

It has the desired effect; you bury your face in his neck as you climax, the fabric of his remaining clothing muffling your scream. He can still hear it though, and it's enough to trigger his own explosive release. You feel him filling you up with his seed, and you relish in the warmth that it brings.

As you come down from your respective highs, the weight of your actions dawn on you; you've just had sex on a table that doesn't even belong to you!

He helps you dress, your arms and legs still a little shaky from the force of your orgasms. As you right yourself and exchange tender kisses, Prince Soma bursts in through the door.

'I could hear the two of you going at it from all the way upstairs. Please keep it down next time. Oh, and congratulations by the way! Now that you have finally realised your feelings, we can finally organise the wedding! I wonder if it's possible to get elephants anywhere in London…'

Notes:

There we go. Not the best thing I've ever written, but l tried :/ may even do another one in the future, provided my writer's block doesn't strike again.

As always, requests are more than welcome :) knowing I'm writing for someone other than myself gives me a great deal of motivation :3

I hope to see you all in future stories :)

Chapter 6: In His Web (Claude x Reader)

Notes:

Hello,

As requested by EndOwl, here it is; a Claude x Reader story.

Warning; this story contains a hint of Dub Con. If that upsets you, I apologise. It just seemed to fit Claude quite well.

Also, to those of you interested in the Sebastian X Reader spin-off one-shot I mentioned doing in the note of my other fic, this is pretty much what that one is going to be like, only with a more begrudging reader.

Hope y'all enjoy :)

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Chapter Text

Your carriage rolls smoothly along the road to the Trancy manor. There's a party there tonight, and you've been invited by Alois Trancy himself. You're not entirely sure why; you've only met him once, and that was only a brief meeting.

You were both guests of the Marquis of Midford, who'd thrown a party to celebrate his son Edward's birthday. You'd been introduced to the young Earl Trancy, and you hadn't been impressed; he seemed like a spoilt brat. He'd spent the entirety of your conversation bitching and moaning about the perceived lack of entertainment, and it was all you could do not to throttle the little shit. Fighting your violent urges, you'd merely smiled and nodded your head. You were relieved when he'd finally left you alone.

When his invitation had arrived, you'd considered throwing it in the bin. Then you remembered one more thing about your meeting.

Earl Trancy had brought his butler along with him.

Throughout the entirely of your one-sided conversation, Claude the butler had watched you with intent, eyes roaming over your body like he wanted to devour you. When his master left the conversation, he remained staring at you a while longer, before his master called for him to follow. His eyes had briefly taken on a murderous look, before he reached out a placed a kiss on your hand.

'My lady.' He'd said, before walking off to meet his master.

You'd had to excuse yourself for a long while, as you tried to calm your racing heart. You swore then that you'd take any opportunity to speak to the man properly.

So here you are, rapidly approaching the house of the Earl of Brat Attack, hoping to catch a glimpse at his mysteriously attractive butler.

A footman helps you leave your carriage when you finally arrive at the manor. It's bigger than you had expected it to be. Light is pouring out of the building, and you wonder just how many people have been invited tonight.

Three men (servants, you assume) escort you to the main door, wherein you're show to the ballroom.

The room is cavernous, and filled to the brim with people. The walls are all adorned with golden decorations, and there is a sizeable buffet against one wall. A small orchestra is on hand to provide music for the evening.

Your eyes scan the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone you recognise. A ruddy-faced man in a suit stumbles towards you, clearly drunk.

'Hey beautiful, you all alone? Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be all alone. Men might start takin' liberties. Why don't you hang around with me? I'll make sure you're safe.' He makes to grab you, but his arm is grabbed mid-attempt by someone who's apparently come to your aid.

'The young lady doesn't require any such assistance. In this house, we pride ourselves on taking care of our guests. Now away with you, and drink some water while you're at it; your drunken antics are making the other guests feel uncomfortable.' His voice sounds incredibly sexy, and you're not just thinking that because he's helped you out of a tight spot. It's the kind of voice you imagine would sound delightful in the bedroom…

The drunkard backs away, and you turn to face your saviour, surprised to see the Trancy butler himself, Claude.

He moves in close to you so he can whisper in your ear. 'I'm delighted to see you accepted the invitation. I rather feared you wouldn't, given how much you seem to dislike my master.' You're about to protest against his words, but he puts a finger to your lips. 'Now, now, the mouth of someone as pretty as you shouldn't spout petty lies. Relax though, for you are in good company; no one here likes my master.' You can imagine the smirk on his face as he continues talking.

'It took a great deal of convincing to persuade my master to throw a party like this, but I knew this would be my best chance to see you again. I've been thinking of ways to lure you to me from the moment I first saw you. I'm so very glad that you've come to me willingly. It'll make what I have planned for you tonight even easier.' Your body starts to feel hot, as if he's set your blood on fire with his words. You think you'll faint if he says anything more, which of course he does.

'Believe me when I say that I will take you tonight. Be it by force or by your own desire, you will not be leaving this manor with any sense of innocence left in tact. I will take it upon myself to defile you so throughly that no man will ever compare to me. You're caught in the spider's web, my dear, and he's coming to devour you whether you like it or not.' You can feel your arousal soaking the lace of your underwear as a blush covers your whole body from head to toe. Claude backs away from you.

'Try to enjoy the party as best you can, but know that soon I'll be coming to take you away very soon.' He leaves, and you're left standing alone, feeling both terrified and aroused. When would he return for you? Would it be soon? Did you actually want him to? If you ran now, would he come after you? Your thoughts send your head buzzing, and you decide to get some fresh air.

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There's a small patio area attached to hall, with a few tables and chairs scattered around. That's where you've been sitting for the best part of an hour, trying to calm yourself down. Every little sound makes your heart flutter; is it him? Is he coming for you? The anticipation is killing you, yet fuelling your arousal, keeping you on edge in more ways than one.

After finally managing to create a façade of calm, you head back into the main hall, only for Alois himself to appear before you.

'Enjoying the party? You should go inside and socialise more. It's rude to sit out here by yourself, and I hate rude guests!' He seems irate, so you explain that you're not feeling too well.

'Unwell? That's no good. I'll have my butler take a look at you. Claude!' He calls for the butler, and your façade starts to slip away.

The butler appears almost instantly, awaiting his master's command.

'Claude, escort this woman to one of the guest chambers and examine her. She feels unwell. Make her better.' His expression is almost malicious; does he know what Claude intends to do to you?

Claude puts an arm behind your waist, pushing towards a set of stairs. He makes a point of explaining the situation to guests as he passes them, like he's trying to discourage them looking for you.

He leads you up the stairs into a bedroom containing a small dressing table, nightstand, and a queen-sized bed. He locks the door behind you both before putting his hands on your hips and bringing his mouth to your ear.

'So here we are. This room is my domain. Everything and everyone inside it belongs to me. That includes you, my dear. Honestly, the things you do to me…' he grinds his erection into your back 'It's a cruel joke, a mortal such as you enticing me so. I have only gazed upon you once before tonight, yet you have driven me to distraction.' He uses his hands to slide your dress down your body, leaving you clad only in your corset and ruined underwear. He runs a hand between your legs, as his other works on undoing your corset.

You stand perfectly still, paralysed by both fear and lust in equal measures. What was he going to do to you tonight? His hand lightly passes over your clit, as your corset falls from your body.

Removing the laces from the corset, he uses them to bind your arms behind your back in a way that makes your breasts jut out even further than usual. When he's done, he rips the underwear from your body, leaving you naked and bound. Slowly, he stalks around your body, admiring his handy work.

'Perfect. Now you really do look like you're caught in my web. I'm going to enjoy consuming you.' He throws you onto the bed, where you try to right yourself. You don't get the chance; he's looming over you, arms and legs either side of your body. He really does look like a spider cornering its prey.

He lowers his mouth to your neck and starts sucking. You can't contain the moan that leaves your mouth. You're trapped underneath an almost perfect stranger, unable to escape, victim to his every whim.

You've never been more turned on in your life.

You can feel yourself dripping onto the bed as he continues his assault of your body, mouth moving to bite and suck at a nipple. The painful nature of his bites, combined with the tenderness of his suckling, creates an ecstasy with you that you've never experienced before. You somehow manage to wrap your legs around one of his, essentially humping it as you try to create friction on your groin. A crease in his trousers rubs you at just the right angle, and you fall apart, bound hands clawing desperately at the bedsheets.

When you're finished, he gets off of you so he can remove his clothing. As he strips, you wriggle so that your legs are almost hanging off of the bed. You spread yourself as far as you can manage, offering yourself to him. He licks his lips.

'My, but you are eager prey. It delights me to see you so obliging. I was so worried you'd try to flee… alas, it seems even fair maidens aren't immune to the carnal urges that burden us from within. I'll tell you now, I have no plans to be gentle with you; by the time you leave this chamber of mine, you'll be sore in ways that you'll feel for days. The memory of having me inside of you will cause you to blush every time your legs brush together, and you'll begin to crave more nights like this one. Worry not, there will be more nights like this; I have no intention of letting you go after this.' He approaches you, grabbing onto your thighs forcefully. You groan, his touch both bruising and demanding. You push your hips up, presenting yourself to him as best you can. He accepts your invitation, entering you in one smooth thrush.

He wasn't lying when he said he wasn't going to be gentle; his thrusts are merciless, abusing your depths in ways you've never experienced before. All you can you is moan as he begins biting at your nipples again.

It seems like hours have passed before he finally finishes, filling you up with his essence. He pumps wave after wave of his seed inside of you, to the point where you don't think your womb can hold anymore.

When he finally stops, you're grateful; you're not sure how much more of him you can take.

He slips out of you, your collective discharges dripping out of your body. You look down, and gasp in shock; he's already growing hard again.

He flips you onto your front, his body pressing into your back. 'I needed that worse than I thought. It's been too long since I emptied myself into someone. I must say, you make a most marvellous vessel for my essence. So marvellous in fact, I think I'll fill you up some more; I did tell you you'd be throughly defiled, after all. Another load ought to do it.' He re-enters you, triggering a second orgasm.

His pace is just as aggressive as it was a moment ago, despite the awkwardness of this position. As your body rubs against the bed, the sheets stimulate your whole body, working you towards a third climax.

You reach your breaking point moments before he reaches his; your moan is muffled by the bedsheets, whereas he stifles his by biting your neck.

Him riding out his climax has seemed to you ride out yours; you both feel your orgasms waining at roughly the same time.

He pulls out, and removes the laces from your arms. You stretch them out, and try to move your legs, only to find them too sore to move.

Claude scoops you up and puts you into his bed. He covers you up to your neck before giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

'Rest now. I'll make sure you get home safe tomorrow. Can't have my newest plaything getting lost, now can I?' You're too tired to do anything other than sleep, closing your eyes and letting your dreams embrace you.

Notes:

So… too dark?

I have a couple of requests to work on, but please feel free to send in more; I shall endeavour to get them all done :)

See you guys next time (if I haven't put you off)

Chapter 7: Make a Stitch (Bard x Reader)

Notes:

Greetings all,

This comes from a request by ALWAlways, who wanted 'one involving Bard...with more foreplay... in the kitchen'

I hope this is what you had in mind :)

I had a question about Undertaker and Grell, too, so I'm releasing my planned story list;

Next: Undertaker

Then: Madame Red (with a female reader)

After that: Grell (gender of Reader TBA)

This list is subject to change, should I either get a request that tickles my fancy, or suffer from character-specific writer's block again (which could happen)

With that all said, enjoy :3

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Chapter Text

Whispered moans are exchanged in the darkness, muffled by the sound of pouring rain. This wasn't how you'd expected your day to come to an end, but you weren't about to complain.

Your lover moves to lick some of the icing from your breasts; how did you end up like this?

You were one of Lady Elizabeth's handmaidens, accompanying her on a visit to her fiancée's estate. As soon as you'd arrived, you'd been introduced to the estate's servants. There was a young lad named Finny, who managed the gardens. Then there was Mey-Rin, a delightfully busty young lady who acted as the maid. Tanaka was the elderly former butler, and a strange man named Snake acted as footman. Then there was the cook…

Baldroy was tall, blonde and sexy as all hell. From the way he spoke to the way he smoked, everything about him screamed masculinity. You could feel yourself beginning to heat up, as you imagined the kind of things a man like that could do to you…

Your thoughts had been interrupted by the butler Sebastian, who had taken it upon himself to give you chores to do. You'd normally protest, but given that one of them involved spending more time with the cook…

You'd done all of the washing, and scrubbed all the floors clean in record time, keen to go down to the kitchens. When you'd arrive, you'd seen the chef preparing a stew of some kind. You'd announce your presence with a small statement.

'Hello, Mr Baldroy? I've come to help you peel some potatoes.' He'd jumped, as if he wasn't expecting to see you there. He'd broken out into a blush.

'Right. They're over there. Take this peeler and 'elp yourself. Call me Bard, by the way. Everyone else does.' He'd played with his hair, and it was your turn to blush when he handed you the peeler. You'd set to work on the potatoes, peeling them as slowly as possible. You and Bard had spoken a little, but words had seemed futile; you could both feel the sexual tension in the air. He was about to comment on it, when the Butler had arrived, asking about your progress. You'd assured him it was going well, but he'd scowled at you regardless.

'Make sure you get it done quickly.' He'd left, leaving you to finish your duty with reluctant haste.

You'd finished up, and set about the few remaining tasks on your list. As you'd left, Bard had called out 'see you later.' You'd wanted to go in there and tackle him to the floor in a surge of lust, but thought better of it; servant or not, you were still expected to behave like a lady.

Your thoughts are returned to the present when you feel something drizzle onto a nipple; melted chocolate, still warm from the Bain-Marie. Once he's satisfied it's well-covered, he takes the nipple into his mouth, sucking all the chocolate off. Your whole body feels like it's burning, and all he's done is played with your chest. Heaven only knows what he'll do to you down there…

Your mind continues to replay the evenings events. After completing your chores for the day, you and the other servants had all eaten together at about 8 o'clock. You'd offered to do the washing up, mostly so you could stay around Bard a little longer. Who knows? Maybe you'd have the courage to tell him just how attractive he is…

Turns out you didn't. You'd done the dishes in silence whilst Bard prepared some ingredients for tomorrow's dinner. As you'd made to leave, Sebastian had entered…

'My Young Master has requested a large cake for tomorrow's lunch; a plain sponge, decorated with royal icing and melted chocolate. You'll find all that you need in the cupboards, and a recipe in one of the cookbooks. I know you've already worked a full shift, but I'm sure you can spare a few more hours. Have fun.' He'd smirked, and left the room sharpish.

You'd wanted to cry; would this day ever end? Bard had put his hand on your shoulder. 'He can be a right git sometimes. Need some 'elp? I bet we can make this cake in no time at all if we do it together.' The tears had started to fall softly from your eyes.

'Thanks Bard, but don't you want to go on to bed now?' He'd merely shrugged his shoulders.

'Meh, it's alright. Much rather 'elp out a pretty girl in need. Shall we get started? We'll need eggs, flour, icing sugar, normal sugar, butter, an' chocolate. See what you can find.' You'd scoured the cupboards, and somehow between you found exactly what was needed. You'd gathered all the ingredients together.

'Right, I'll start on the cake mix, you preheat the oven an' start melting the chocolate. We'll have this sorted in no time!'

After twenty minutes of prep, the cake had gone into the oven, and a timer had been set. You'd sighed in relief; maybe you'd still be able to get off at a reasonable hour.

The kitchen was starting to feel hot, with you still in your maid uniform. You'd removed your apron and undone the top few buttons of the black monstrosity underneath. Maid uniforms weren't exactly fashionable.

That's what you'd thought, until you saw Bard practically drooling over you. His eyes had followed your hands, tongue wetting his lips as you slowly revealed your chest. He had yet to realise you'd seen him, so you'd decided to play a little game with him.

You'd somehow managed to slide your uniform down your arms, showing off your breasts. You'd dipped a finger into the royal icing, and used it to write a message across your chest…

'Fancy making a stitch?'

Bard had stared at you slack-jawed, his whole face turning red. Surely you weren't…?

He re-read your message before answering. 'Hell yeah, I do. I've wanted to do that ever since I saw ya this morning. Feels like I'm takin' advantage though, what with you only being here the one day and all. I dunno if I'll see you again after this.' You could tell he was desperate to take you up on your offer, but didn't want you to feel used. You slid your uniform off of your body, which left you glad only in your shoes, stocking, and underwear. You'd put your hands on your hips, trying to seem enticing.

'Better make tonight count, then. You're not the only one who wants to have some fun.' That's all it had taken to dissolve his protests, his tongue diving into your mouth.

From there, he'd licked the icing off off your chest, before pouring chocolate on you, bringing you back to the present.

You can feel how soaked you underwear has become, and it's all thanks to Bard's ministrations. You can tell he's far from done, thought.

'Lie down on that table for me. I wanna decorate you properly.' You do as instructed, but leave your legs hanging off the end; you suspect he'll want to go between them before too long.

When you're in position, he dips a finger into the chocolate, bringing it to your lips. You take it into your mouth and suck away the chocolate greedily, flicking your tongue against his finger. He clearly knows what you're simulating, and he begins to push his finger in and out of your mouth.

You moan around it, and he groans in response. You're surprised he's keeping up with the foreplay; with all the little noises he's been making, he's probably desperate to be inside you right now.

He takes his finger away, and moves to grab something from a nearby surface; it's a wooden spoon.

He dips it in the nearby chocolate, making sure it's covered before bringing it over your mouth. You open wide, trying to catch it on your tongue. What doesn't make it into your mouth drizzles down onto your neck, creating small lines of chocolate all the way down to your collarbone.

Bard dips the spoon in chocolate once again, but this time trails it between your breasts, slowing sliding it down until he reaches your underwear. He pulls them off off your legs aching slow, revealing your soaked slit to him. He moans loudly in approval.

'Bloody hell. It's been so long since I last had a woman. I swear, the next time we meet up, we have to do this again. It's gonna feel so nice when I'm finally inside you…' he moves back up to your head. 'Before I do that, I think I'd better clean you up. What we're about to do is filthy enough without making the mess literal.'

Starting at your neck, he trails open-mouthed kisses down your body, cleaning up the line of chocolate he created. He takes a detour at your breasts, taking your nipples into his mouth one after the other, until they're both rock hard and slightly damp from his ministrations.

He follows the chocolate down to your groin. He stands between your legs before licking the last of it off, savouring the sweetness mixed with the slight taste of your skin.

When the chocolate is all gone, he decides to feast on another treat you've made together; the wetness between your legs.

He starts by lapping at your folds, being careful not to let any of your juices escape. His actions begin to send your head spinning, orgasm building faster than it ever has before. He sticks his tongue inside of you, and you let a a wanton man of delight as you feel him tunnel into you, clearly well-versed in the art of oral sex. His stubble rubs against your skin slightly, which only heightens your enjoyment.

Your orgasm washes over you, powerful enough to make you arch your back. You hope no one hears you; it would be awkward trying to explain your actions to someone.

Bard continues to eat you out until you're spent, his whole mouth becoming coated in your essence. You can see his face glistening as he backs away, undoing his own apron so he can free himself from his trousers.

'I thought the chocolate was nice, but your taste is somethin' else. I'd gladly 'ave you for dessert instead.' He lines himself up your entrance. 'You good to go, or do you need more foreplay?'

You sit up, and wrap your arms around him, dragging his head down so you can speak in his ear. 'Take me now, and don't hold back. I want to feel sore for days.' You bite his ear, and he grips your hips tightly.

'Suit yourself.' He says, sinking into you slowly.

He starts doing just as you requested, fucking you so hard you want to scream out in carnal joy. His hands on your hips are sure to leave bruises, and as he bites into your neck you know you'll have to keep you collar up for at least a fortnight.

You love the way he feels; all man and full of sexual prowess. You can smell cigarettes on him, but that doesn't bother you in the slightest, only adding to his masculine appeal.

You don't know how long you've been at it now, but your whole body is on the verge of climax, waiting to be tipped over the edge again. Clearly knowing this, Bard manages to stimulate your clit with his thumb, sending you over the edge.

He follows quickly, groaning loudly as he empties himself into you. You can feel your insides milking him for all he's worth, and hope that he feels it too.

When you're both finally finished, he pulls out and sets you down on the ground. You feel the evidence of your tryst trickle down your legs, and prey that it doesn't sully your stockings.

You dress in silence, unsure of what to say until you hear the timer go off. You make for the oven door, but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. 'I'll deal with this. Go get some rest. I'll see you at breakfast.' He gives you a deep kiss before letting you leave.

As you make your way to your room, you hope that this isn't your last visit to the Phantomhive manor.

Notes:

So… I took a few 'artistic liberties' with this, but I think it's alright. I hope you all liked it.

I may have a rough schedule planned, but please feel free to alter it with your requests. A busy schedule makes for a happy writer :)

See you next time

Chapter 8: Payment (Undertaker x Reader)

Notes:

Hey,

A few days ago (I think), Socom911 asked 'When are Grell and Undertaker coming out?'. Well, I can now answer half of that question; Umdertaker is coming out right now :D

Disclaimer; I'm horrifically hungover, so if there's more mistakes than usual I apologise. I'm also sorry for the cliché'd set up, but I don't have the mental faculties to come up with anything better. I'm also typing this in the wrong box. I should probably put this in the Chapter Notes. FFS -_-

Enjoy the best that hungover me has to offer ;)

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Chapter Text

The rain is falling lightly in London today, covering everything it touches in a thin layer of moisture. At this moment in time, that includes you.

You are a member of 'The Aristocrats of Evil', an organisation created by the Phantomhive family as a way of providing 'The Queen's Guard Dog' with information pertaining to tasks Her Majesty has given him. You had been selected to join due to your vast wealth of underground knowledge pertaining to human trafficking. However, a wealth of knowledge doesn't mean you know everything, and there's a considerable gap in your knowledge bank that's making your current task for Lord Phantomhive very difficult indeed. Thankfully, one of your fellow members should possess the knowledge necessary for you to fill in the gap. Visiting him is the only reason you're out in this weather.

After walking a few more paces, (and stepping in several puddles) you reach your destination. A sign that reads 'Undertaker' hangs crookedly above the door. There's no light coming from inside, but you're sure the building isn't empty. You open the door and step inside.

The funeral parlour is cold, which is exacerbated by your damp clothing. Your eyes scan the room, looking for your the owner. You can't see him. 'Strange,' you think to yourself 'He's always here at this time. He must have popped out for something.'

You're about to leave and return later when you hear a creaking sound coming from one of the coffins. You watch as the lid slowing comes away, and try not to scream as a body appears. You almost faint when the body smiles at you.

'Good morning, me dear. It's nice to see you again. It's been a while since we last met up. Has the Young Earl sent you on an errand?' You let out a relieved sigh; it's not a body, it's just the Undertaker.

You've known the Undertaker ever since you joined the Aristocrats of Evil. He's a bit eccentric, spending his time munching on bone-shaped cookies and giggling to himself. He's always exceptionally nice to you, whispering little comments and jokes to you during meeting. You'd consider him a friend of sorts, despite the fact your occupation had little room for such things. In fact, you're not sure if he considered you a friend too. He's a bit of a loner by nature, and loners don't make friends easily.

The Undertaker steps out off the coffin and walks towards you, grinning like a maniac. The grin fades a bit when he looks at the state of your clothing. 'You poor thing, you're soaked through! Hang your coat up and I'll get you some tea and a towel. Then we can talk business.' He rushes off, and you hang your coat up on the corner of a coffin.

He returns with a towel in hand, giving it to you so you can dry off while he makes the tea. It doesn't do you much good; your hair and the bottom half of your dress are both soaked. Your best chance of getting the dress dry is taking it off, but that would leave you half-naked in a colleague's shop. Alternatively, you could leave it on and risk catching a cold.

Deciding that a little embarrassment was a small price to pay for continued good health, you slip out of your dress, hanging it on a different coffin to your coat. You hope what's underneath is dry, otherwise his funeral parlour will start looking like a boutique!

When he returns again, you're sat with one leg over the other on one of his coffins, drying your hair whilst looking at the ground. You're clad only in white knee-high socks, a corset, and panties that show more flesh than you'd like. They'd been a gift from Paris from a former suited, although he'd more interested in getting you out of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Undertaker drinking in your appearance. He shifts his legs slightly, and for the briefest moment you're certain you can see a tent in his robes.

He sets the tea tray he's carrying on his nearby desk, and proceeds to pour you both a cup. He hands a cup to you before sitting opposite you with his own tea. You both sip your tea in silence of a while, neither of you sure what to say. It's Undertaker that finally breaks the silence.

'So, what can I do for you today? Unless this is a social call. Is it a social call?' He tilts his head in curiosity.

You shake your own head. 'Nothing so frivolous, I'm afraid. I've had reports of women being trafficked into this country lately, but I'm not sure from where. I understand that you received a pair of Jane Does the other day. I was wondering if you could give me any hints about their country of origin?' You stare at him hopefully, handing him your now empty cup. He thinks for a moment before answering.

'I could tell you a few things, sure, but my information isn't free. I'll need me usual fee.' You take a deep breath. Thankfully, you've prepared his payment in advance.

You clear your throat before saying;

'There was a young harlot from Kew,

Who filled her vagina with glue,

She said with a grin

'If they'll pay to get in…''

'Then they'll pay to get out of it, too. Sorry me dear, I heard that one yesterday.' Shit. That was your ace! You try again.

'What's brown and sticky? A stick!' He doesn't look amused. One more try.

'What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef!' He almost cracks a smile, but no laughter. You desperately try to think of more jokes, but to no avail. Why does your mind always draw blanks at inopportune moments?

You're about to admit defeat and leave, when you notice he's staring at your body again, tongue peeking out of his mouth slightly as he licks his lips. Maybe you can still leave with the information you need.

You uncross your legs, showing him your covered sex. You stretch a leg out, brushing it against his. Then, in the most seductive voice you can manage, you whisper 'I'm afraid I don't have your usual payment today. Are you willing to accept something a little bit different? I think you'll like it…' you continue stroking his legs as you wait for a reply. He runs a hand up of said leg, toying with he skin just above your sock.

'My, you must really need this information if you're offering yourself up to me like this. The girls came from Asia, China I'd say, judging by the clothes they were wearing. One of them had a piece of paper in her hair. It was part of a shipping receipt. I'd be more than happy to give it to you… if you'll let me give it to you.' His joke is terrible, but at least he's being forthcoming with his information now.

A single stray drop of water falls from you left head and onto your bare thigh. He watches as it trickles down your leg, eyes completely transfixed on it. Now's your chance to confirm your payment.

'Take whatever you want, so long as I get what I came for.' Those words spur him into action, and he lunges forwards, tongue licking up the raindrop before continuing all the way up to your underwear. He pushes your torso back, giving him easier access to you. He starts toying with you through your underwear, which starts to dampen under his touch. When he feels you've accumulated enough wetness, he stands up, putting his hands either side of your waist.

He leans over to kiss your neck. 'Can we do this here, or do you need privacy?' You moan as he starts sucking on your neck, creating a mark you know will be there for days. You try to collect your thoughts enough to answer him, but he's making concentration difficult. He pushes a hand beneath you and starts fiddling with the laces holding your corset in place. He loosen them enough to be able to yank it down, exposing your breasts to the cold air. He brings his mouth over one of your nipples and looks at you, halting his ministrations so you can answer. You push your chest up at him, silently urging him to continue. He doesn't, clearly determined to have his question answered.

You start to get frustrated. 'You can have me right here, just get on with it!' Your answer is good enough for him, and he latches onto your nipple, alternating between suckling and nibbling. You writhe under his touch, the pleasure almost surreal. It's been months since anyone touched you like this, and you silently swear never to allow such a period of abstinence again. Hell, now you know Undertaker will take sex as payment, you won't have to go through a dry spell again. All you have to do is think of something to ask for, then let him do the rest. Simple.

He abandons the nipple he's been working on to play with its twin, leaving it glistening and hard. Seeing your body reacting to him like that is turning you on to no end. It's like your body was created just for him to play with. Your moans increase in volume, and you feel Undertaker removing your underwear, letting them drop to the floor as a hand explorers the newly-exposed flesh of your sex.

A nail lightly scratches against your clit, and you decide you can't take it anymore. You need him to fill you up before you die of anticipation.

You reach down, trying to yank his robe up so you can free his erection. He reluctantly tears himself away from your chest so he can do it for you, rolling his robe up before pulling his underwear down his legs. He smears some of your juices onto his cock before lining himself up. You spread yourself as wide as you can, giving him an invitation he can't refuse. He slides into you with little resistance, letting out a groan as you tighten around him.

It takes a second before your muscles relax enough to let him move, but he makes up for lost time, his thrusts hard and fast. You briefly worry about whether the coffin can cope with all the strain on it, but as he starts rubbing your clit you decide you don't care.

He starts leaving bites all over your chest, to the point where you'll have to wear high-collar dresses for the next fortnight. You don't care though. You can feel your climax approaching fast, so you close your eyes and surrender to the sensation of Undertaker pleasuring you.

He starts attacking your nipples again, and that's enough to make you fall apart under him, crying out in bliss as he works you through your orgasm. He finishes not long after you do, spilling himself inside of you with wild abandon. He litters kisses on every inch of skin he can reach, a surprisingly tender action given his previous ministrations.

When you're both sated, he leans down to rest his head on your chest, rapidly softening cock still inside of you. You start petting his hair, which makes him sigh in contentment. He tilts his head up to look at you.

'Tell me, would you be willing to discus a regular payment plan? All the information you want, paid for in weekly instalments. Interested?' He sounds eager, which makes you giggle. Yeah, the Undertaker sure is eccentric.

You agree to his payment plan.

Notes:

So, how was it? Not too bad, I hope; Undertaker is my favourite :3

Then again, if it is bad, I get to write for him again as an apology! Muahahahaha o.O

Did anyone get the reference to the Season 2 outtakes? If not, go watch them (they're pretty funny)

Next chapter shall contain some lesbian action (though I suppose given who it features, bisexual action maybe? That's my person favourite kind of action).

Oh, and requests are still ongoing, so if there's anything you wanna read, let me know ;)

Hope to see you then :)

Chapter 9: Examination (Madam Red x Reader)

Notes:

Hello you ;)

This comes from ALWAlways, who said 'playing doctor with Madam Red could be fun'. I did the best I could, so I hope you like it :3

This chapter features some girl-on-girl action so if that isn't your thing, then this chapter isn't for you

Speaking of genders with genders, the next chapter will be a Grell fic. Only problem is, I can't decide on a gender for the reader. The options are as follows:

Female reader

Male reader

Transgender reader, going from female to male

Transgender reader, going from male to female

If you guys have any preferences, please let me know :3 also, I need some more requests, too, so tell me what you want and I'll do it.

Happy reading :)

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Chapter Text

'Next patient, please!'

You stand up. You've been at the hospital for about ten minutes now, anxiously awaiting your monthly visit to the gynaecologist.

It's not that you're unwell; far from it in fact. However, your doctor has suggested that you pay her a visit once a month, just to make sure everything is in working order. Normally you'd scoff at such an idea, but you've grown very fond of the tests she performs on you each month…

Not wanting to keep her waiting, you follow the nurse into a small back room; the office of one Angelina Dalles, A.K.A Madam Red. You shiver in anticipation as you enter the room, bidding the nurse thanks before closing the door behind you.

Madam Red is currently sat behind her desk, eyes focused on some kind of paperwork. Her gaze doesn't leave the document as she addresses you. 'Strip down and assume your usual position. I shall be with you in a moment.'

You do as she says immediately, removing all of your clothing before laying down on her examination table. The room is chilly, and your nipples soon harden to little pebbles. You can feel yourself tingle in anticipation; has it really only been a month since your last visit? It feels like so much longer.

Madam Red stands up, placing her paperwork on her desk. She walks over to you, heels clicking as she goes. She smiles salaciously at you, running a hand up one of your legs before pulling it away from its twin. You understand her silent command, and spread your legs as wide as they'll go. This seems to please her. 'I'm glad to see that my favourite patient is eager to begin. I think I'll begin by inspecting your vulva.' She moves between your legs, and you hear the tell-tale snap of gloves being put on.

You feel her fingers lightly brush over your labia, and try not to moan. You are in a pack hospital, after all; anyone could hear your noises of pleasure and mistake them for fear or trouble. You don't want someone to barge in here and ruin the fun.

After a few more light touches, she pinches your clit. You gasp in surprise, and she lets out a low chuckle. 'You're very sensitive down there. Has no one been playing with you lately?' She asks, a hint of curiosity in her voice. You shake your head. 'That's a shame. A body as lovely as yours should have regular visitors. After all, you wouldn't hide a painting behind cloth forever, so why hide this?' She stokes you again, and you feel yourself leaking onto the table. She gathers some of the moisture onto a gloved finger and puts it in her mouth, moaning at the taste.

'Have you ever sampled yourself? You really should. Your taste is exquisite.' She coats a finger in your juices again and offers it to you. You suck on it eagerly, loving the taste of yourself mixed with the latex of the glove. She trails the finger out of your mouth slowly, rubbing it across your lips until they're glistening with saliva.

She saunters over to your side, grabbing the breast farthest away from her. She begins toying with your nipple as she talks.

'You know, part of my job is to prepare women for marriage. I have to make sure that they're in top shape before I can allow their husbands to do as they please. Usually I do it by observation and testing, but I feel like you'd benefit from a more hands-on examination. I'm going to introduce you to a friend of mine. I think you'd love it, you filthy little harlot.' You love it when she calls you names. The shame of being called a harlot, combined with all the things she likes to do to you make this affair seem like the most sinfully sweet thing in the world. You love the way she makes you feel, and you know you'll never tire of her pleasuring you.

She moves away from you, looking for something across the room. She returns with a long wooden box and some lubricant of some kind. When she opens the box, your eyes widen in surprise; it's some kind of fake phallus, made from what looks like polished wood. You shuffle back a little out of anxiety; is she really going to put that inside of you?

She sees the look of fear on your face. 'Don't worry, my dear. This'll fit inside of you perfectly by the time I'm finished with you.' She starts spreading lubricant onto the faux shaft, and you feel yourself growing a little wet at the sight. She makes sure the object is dripping wet before setting in to one side, smearing leftover lub in and around your opening. When she's done, she attaches your ankles to the straps on either side of the examination table, preventing you from closing your legs.

'Perfect. We're all set for your examination. First, I'll need to loosen you up a bit.' She puts some more of the lubricant on her fingers before slipping one inside of you. You gasp at the intrusion, still not used to it even after all your months of visiting. She smiles as she crooks it, looking for a particular spot. You have to throw your arm over your mouth to keep from screaming when she finds her target. The pleasure of her rubbing against your walls is enough to distract you from her adding a second finger. You start to feel a bit sore as she works on scissoring you open, but the underlying pleasure makes any discomfort worthwhile.

You're genuinely shocked when she adds a third finger; she's never done that before. Your opening is wider than it's ever been, stretched by Madam Red's clever fingers.

She reaches her head down to suckle on your clit as she works on your opening. Your body suddenly reaches climax, your legs spasming in their restraints, desperate to be free. The pleasure is glorious, made greater by your doctor's ministrations.

When you finally come down, you're greeted by the sight of Madam Red hiking her skirt up to her waist before climbing onto you, turning to face your legs before crawling back a bit. You understand her intentions, moving your head forwards just enough to allow her to position her own sex over your face. She isn't wearing anything under her dress, giving you unrestricted access to her private quarters. The smell of her arousal is dizzying, and you can't help but give her opening a small lick. She lets out a moan.

'Wait until I've begun your examination. Then you can feast upon me all you like.' You move your head back slightly, praying that she hurries up so you can drink down her essence. You feel something hard poke against your opening, and assume it's her instrument. It slides into you slowly, installing a feeling of fullness inside of you that you've never known. It's almost pleasurable enough to make you want a husband, but not quite. The instrument itself might feel nice, but having to deal with what's attached to it isn't worth it.

Madam Red slowly moves the phallus in and out, taking care to be gentle with you. It stings a bit, but the pleasure is worth it.

'You may begin your meal, my filthy little harlot.' You don't need telling twice. Your tongue begins lapping at her opening greedily, like a parched man at an oasis. She tastes different to you, but no less appetising. You bury your tongue inside her, determined to drink her nectar straight from its source. You creep a hand up to play with her clit, while she continues her examination of you.

After a while, her movements become erratic, as if she can't focus anymore. You know this means she must be close, so you redouble your efforts, eating her out with all the passion and determination you can muster.

She abandons her attempt at pleasing you, and instead begins grinding herself against your mouth, determined to finish as soon as possible. You reach for the object between your legs with your one free hand, and take up where she left off, pleasuring yourself whilst pleasing her.

She caves mere moments before you do, her release pouring into your mouth and down your chin. You lap up all that you can, the taste and the sensation triggering your second and final release. It's unusual for your walls to have something so solid to cling onto, but you love it, still delighting in the full feeling it gives you.

When you're both done, she climbs off of you on shaky legs, stumbling over to the end of the table so she can remove both the restrains and the instrument. You sit up on the table, panting as if you've run a marathon. Your legs are terribly sore, as is your vagina. It's a sinful kind of sore that you hope you feel for days.

As you stand and redress, she takes you into her arms and kisses you deeply, her tongue and yours battling for dominance. You break the kiss before there's a clear victor, but you both know she'd have been the winner. She always is.

She smiles at you. 'Thank you for stopping by, but I'm afraid it's bad news. I'm going to have to insist that you visit me at least twice a month, so I can keep an eye on you properly.'

You agree in a heartbeat; you can't say no to the doctor's orders, after all.

Notes:

So, you like?

Again, requests and feedback are appreciated. Otherwise I'll end up writing any old pairings (and that could be interesting)

See you next time (I hope) :)

Chapter 10: Similarities (Grell x Reader)

Notes:

Hey,

So here it is, the promised Grell fic. I ended up going with a transgender reader, as I felt it worked quite well with Grell (who I shall be referring to as 'she' for this fic).

Not the best thing I've ever wtitten, but I've done my best.

Hope you all enjoy

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Chapter Text

'For the last time, Grell, I'm not interested!' You shout at the red-headed. The two of you are in your kitchen, sipping tea and talking about your last collection. Unfortunately, the topic of conversation has changed to your 'relationship'. She's been trying to convince you to take her on a date for weeks now, despite you repeatedly telling her you're not interested.

It's not that you're not attracted to her; far from it. What with her flowing locks, her broad smile, that sadistic streak that made you stomach feel funny…

No, you can't do down that path. It'll only end up breaking both your hearts.

You see, you share something with Grell. Something that no one knows about. At least, no one below management level. It's something that you know will deter Grell, should she ever discover the truth.

To the whole world, you are a man. In actuality, you were born female.

#black butler fanfiction

[thismessymasterpiece]

Oh My God, You Think They’re Pretty!

Summary - Spencer Reid can be debilitated by insecurities at times. Never once did he fear they would be because of the love of his life... until now.

Spencer Reid x Reader (she/they pronouns used!)

Category - Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with happy ending, Fluff

TW - Spencer having implied appearance insecurities, Spencer being heartbreakingly sad (apologies and therapy bills paid in advance <3)

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Contains - Spencer having a lot a bit of self-doubt (Yes, he cries. Yes, I am very sorry.), mention of Neville Longbottom from the Harry Potter series and the actor that plays him, Matthew Lewis, and Spencer being a sad lil' bean

Author’s Note - As always, please, please do not hesitate to leave me any helpful comments or provide any constructive criticism. All I hope to do is to improve my writing and hopefully spread some comfort to anyone who may find themselves needing it. Now, if you have been here for more than a hot second, you can imagine how thrilled I was to include two of my favorite fictionals in the same fic, even if Neville made Spencer a bit uncomfy... you'll see ;) I think I made it pretty hard with this one but enjoy <3

The agent consulting on a particularly trying case, retitled Ashley Seaver, was pretty good. She certainly didn't think so but she made for quite the helpful addition to the team. What she was also good for, however, was a couple of well-meaning jokes on the behalf of one favorite resident genius. Garcia was a top-notch perp when it came to the crime.

"...And that is the whole kit and kaboodle on each of your sixty-four suspects. Nothing really stands out, they're all pretty plain," Garcia told one such genius over the phone.

"That's pretty much the main issue we're gonna have here," Reid responded as he surveyed the files she was printing for him.

"Yeah, vanilla doesn't make your job any easier," Penny joked.

"No, it does not," Spencer confirmed.

"So, um, how's it going with the agent whose father was a... y'know?"

"How'd you know that?" An inquisitive tone came over him.

"...I might've looked into someone's hidden background."

At his disbelieving silence, Penelope felt the need to defend her actions, "What? I am not gonna let some strange, new person travel with my family and not find out who they are."

"I don't know, she seems fine," Spencer reassured, looking over to the agent of the hour who was viewing a file beside his girlfriend, Y/N.

"What is that in your voice?" Garcia asked, suddenly highly suspicious.

"What's what in my voice?" He clarified, brows meeting.

"Oh my god, you think she's pretty!" Penny exclaimed.

"What? I never said that!" Reid's voice must have jumped six octaves.

"Ho, ho, you totally do!" She couldn't help but laugh aloud, "P.G. out, Lover Boy!" Garcia reached to hang up the phone before the boy genius jumped to stop her.

"Garcia, Garcia, wait!" He practically yelled.

"Yes, my love?" She retreated.

"Um..." He sounded extremely anxious.

"What is it?" Garcia pressed.

"Don't- Do me a favor and don't say anything like that to, Y/N, okay?" He whispered.

"Reid," Garcia's voice changed to a degree that even Spencer's analytical mind couldn't decipher, "what are you asking me to do?"

"Just don't say anything like that to or in front of my girlfriend," He mumbled ashamedly.

"Because?" She pressured.

"Because it is not true and I love her and I think she is the most beautiful person in the world and I would never want to hurt her feelings by letting her think I thought anything different!" He exclaimed in a rush.

Penelope couldn't help the mischievous grin that broke out on her face.

"Oh, Boy Wonder, you are sweet but I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"Why do you say that?" He sounded suspicious again.

"Well, you can still think someone is pretty in a relationship,” She emphasized.

"No, you can't!" Spencer enthused, "That's cheating!"

"Oh, sweets," Garcia impassioned, "say what you will but if you think that when you watch the Harry Potter movies with Y/N, they are watching for the plot and not one particularly delicious Matthew Lewis, you must be crazier than an unsub."

Reid pouted, hurt.

"What do you mean?" He sounded defeated.

Garcia, sensing her mistake, backtracked.

"Oh, I've said too much... P.G. out, Lover Boy!" She called again and made sure to put on a spurt of speed he couldn't beat. The line disconnected.

So, it seemed, had Y/N's lover boy.

Throughout the rest of the case, he avoided her. He shied away from her at any opportunity and flinched every single time the consulting agent walked into the same room as them.

He had put so much distance between them that Y/N could not possibly just ignore it. Problem was, cases made it pretty dang easy for him to do just that.

On the jet home, Spencer had been reading a book in immense focus. When Y/N had suggested they settle back into their shared apartment with a nice Harry Potter marathon from bed, he broke away from his book to give her a betrayed look and moved seats.

Where he couldn't run away, luckily, was at their home.

"Spence, look, we gotta talk about this."

"What do you wanna talk about?" He asked, quickly losing his satchel at the door and walking away, entering the bedroom.

"I don't know what's bothering you lately but, I'm not gonna lie, you're worrying me."

"Nothing's bothering me, Y/N," the quiet of his voice was muffled almost silent as he changed his shirt in his closet.

"Spencer," Y/N stood in the doorway, blocking his exit when he looked about to make a run for it.

"What?" He asked, meeting her eyes for the first time in days.

"Tell me what's wrong, bubs?" She pleaded, "Please! I cannot help or make it better if you don't tell me."

He remained silent and lightly pushed past her in the doorway.

"What? You don't wanna be around me anymore? Am I annoying you? Bothering you? Are you ashamed of me? Don't think I'm pretty anymore? What?" Y/N fumed as he stormed over to the bed.

"No!" He yelled back.

"Then what?" Y/N screamed.

"Well, I could ask you all of those questions and I am pretty sure I know the answers. That's what's wrong!"

"Spence... what?" Y/N deflated, pausing for a moment and looking at a loss for words.

"I was talking to Garcia," Reid whispered, falling to the bed as the fight visibly drained out of him.

"Uh huh," Y/N encouraged, remaining at the foot of the bed, hesitant to touch him for fear of making his vulnerable state worse.

"Well, she kinda told me..." He hesitated, worsening Y/N's anxiety, "Do you still think I am pretty?"

"Oh my God, Spence, what is she telling you?"

"You just answered my question with another question," He sounded heartbroken.

"Spence," Y/N threw caution to the wind, sitting down on the bed beside him and grasping both his hands in hers, "of course I do."

"Are you sure?" He wouldn't meet her eye.

"Yes," Y/N emphasized as passionately as possible, "what is Penny telling you?"

"Are you ashamed of me?" He ignored her question.

"Now you're answering my questions with your own."

"Are you going to answer my question?"

"Are you going to answer mine?"

He turned away dejectedly.

"Spence, please, just tell me. Nothing can be this bad!"

"It is!" He turned back, tears flooding his eyes and breaking her heart, "It really hurt my feelings and I don't appreciate you invalidating that!"

His voice cracked and so did Y/N's disposition. They pulled him into a tight hug and he sobbed into her shoulder.

"I am so sorry, my love," They mumbled into his neck, "I want to help and I don't mean to hurt you worse but I need you to tell me how."

Pulling away, he wiped his eyes roughly with the back of his hand.

"She told me that you watch Harry Potter with me because you think Neville is pretty and I... I thought I was the only one," He frowned, tears brimming his eyes again.

"Oh, Spence," She brought a hand to his cheek, wiping a trail of tears with their thumb, "you are."

He looked away.

"Spence, does the sheer existence of broccoli make chocolate taste any worse?" Y/N changed tactics.

"Huh?" He asked, thoroughly baffled.

"Bear with me here, bubs, and answer the question."

"Well, no, of course not," He answered earnestly.

"Exactly," Y/N grinned at his sweet demeanor, "just because I think an actor or a character is pretty doesn't mean I think you any less pretty."

"Are you sure?" He mumbled.

"Of course, they're so pretty but so, very much so, are you."

He nudged his cheek closer to Y/N's hand, still resting on it. It was answer enough for her.

"What I do wanna know, Spence," they smiled up at him, "is why this conversation even spawned."

Y/N felt his cheek warm and he blushed a deep, pretty pink.

taglist, i suppose :)

@safespacespence

dividers courtesy of the lovely @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune <3

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[still-a-morosexual-help]

Yeah, I love Mystic, but it was hard keep up with them хд

Well, what's their name? Do you have any pictures of them? Do you ship them with everyone bros or not? Aaaaand maybe a few facts about them :3

Did you write their story before Devildom? I always find it hard and just make a little episodes sometimes

Oh okay, I don't think I've ever really spoken about my MC in detail to anyone before

But I write fics about unnamed gender neutral MC x Mammon (I've posted 18 so far) and because it's hard to write MC with no actual consistent example in mind I base them off my particular MC and because of that a lot of my MC's backstory and attributes are derived from whatever snippets of information canon gives us?

This got really long cause I started writing out all my theories for OM's general MC... oops?

1. Their name is Eliza and they will tell you that it stands for "A-Lizard" because that's the truth (I had a little rubber Lizard stuck to my wall when I was trying to think of a name for MC and that's honestly where the name came from. My The Arcana MC is Len cause I had a Lenovo laptop in front of me at the time...)

2. My art skills more or less suck BUT there's this picrew that lowkey resembles some of the devilgram art styles?

Here it is (if anyone uses it @ me? cause I wanna see more MCs....)

but no wait, do I get a pic of your MC too?

3. Just with Mammon, they were lowkey interested in Lucifer at the beginning but with the way things fell into place they quickly changed track

4. OKAY facts (so like I said most of these are derived from actual parts of the game that I just theorised and expanded on):

a.) They're a wildlife photographer

• You know all those professional photographs on Devilgram that are taken from a weird angle and by a third party

• You know how in a lot of those pictures the brothers are giving heart eyes at the camera

• Well yeah...that's the reasoning behind this

• Plus a wildlife photographer needs to have an incredible amount of patience and the ability to stay calm and general MC has both of those

b.) They have chronic pain

• The lady on the train in S1 (Gisella ?) told MC that you never forget dying which feels very forshadowy

• And MC died a pretty painful and violent death

• The pain is mostly lowkey (because even though they - the alive MC - is the one that got attacked it was past MC that died so I imagine the pain would be somewhat muted) but there are days it flares up and it's on these days that Eliza avoids Belphie, and these days when Belphie has learnt to avoid them too

c.) They don't have an actual stable job and work small things while trying to find work in their actual field

• The fact that MC was looking for a job, as a babysitter, at the beginning of S3 and are upset when they aren't paid at the end of S3

• Both Asmo and Beel note that MC loses weight between the times where they separate and are reunited

d.) They don't have a family in the human world + they're the last in Lilith's line of descendents

• How ready MC always is to drop everything and go live with the brothers

• How in S1 when they go to London Lucifer asks if MC was hoping to get in contact with their family and they say no

• How readily MC accepts the brothers as their family in S2 and how happy they were when Lucifer gives them a key to the HoL, how they were willing to run away with the brothers at the end of S2 and never go back to the Human World and even pleaded with Diavolo to let them stay and how they call the brothers their family multiple times and in S3 they are 100% willing to officially join them

• If there were more people with Lilith's genes/magic I think they would have been worth mentioning? I mean ik OM! wouldn't because this is MC's story but realistically they would have been worth mentioning so I figured might as well make 'em the last in the line.

- The way I see it Lilith's magic travelled from person to person as she tried to find a way to see her brothers again. When a child was born the magic would leak into them over the years and the parent (Lilith's previous descendent) would get subsequently weaker until all the magic was transferred and Lilith's fragment of a soul was anchored to the child and the parent would pass away.

- Eliza's mother was an artist (I believe the creators wanted to make MC's mother an artist too?) who died when they were around nine and their father dipped even before they were born. They were bounced around from foster home to foster home and that's why they're so obsessed with having a real family and why even when they barely knew the brothers they were determined to help fix their family because they saw what the brothers could be and how they had something Eliza's always wanted but never had and yet how they're letting it all fall into ruins.

e.) It's questionable if they're fully human

• In a devilgram of Belphie's after Lucifer locks him in the attic Lucifer tells him that even if Belphie was able to call out to the Human exchange student in their dreams and get them up the stairs the room itself was charmed so that humans couldn't see it (I don't know if I'm remembering this wrong but to was something to that effect). In S1 Belphie tells MC that the stairs to the attic are charmed so that demons can't climb them. MC has no problem climbing the stairs and seeing the room but they're also definitely not an angel

• In S2 when MC starts using the pacts to make the brothers stop fighting they are able to command all the brothers in one fell swoop without feeling any sort of adverse effects or any difference at all really. Solomon is surprised by this and says the first time he used the pacts he felt like he might die

• In S3 even after MC identifies themself as a human to angel Lucifer he's still skeptical and doesn't seem to believe them, saying something along the lines of how he doesn't know what they are and he has a similar reaction if they try to identify themselves as an angel or demon, whereas he immediately identified Satan as a demon

- I think this is because Lilith was never fully an angel or a demon when she died and was reincarnated as a human. At that point she had fallen - so she was no longer an angel. But she hadn't turned into a demon - so she wasn't a real demon. She was stuck between the two when her soul was reincarnated. The soul of a literal Fallen Angel in the body of a human and this unique new kind of magic is what has been passing down the generations

- Some irl stories refer to Lilith as the mother of monsters/demons and so yeah

f.) Eliza wears binders in S1 but gets top surgery between S1 and S2

- This has no basis in the actual OM! canon (obviously) just that being part of a family in s1 helped them a lot and they started leaving behind their more guarded personality (this part is actually something Lucifer notes in early S2) and expressing themself more. Midway through S1 they also start getting unusually lucky with money so that helps. Through S2 & S3 they start straying away from wearing exclusively jeans and oversized hoodies, wearing clothes that even reveal more skin or even clothes that are considered as stereotypically "feminine" that they usually stayed far away from (though they still default to more gender neutral clothes and they always have a hoody on hand) and even growing out their hair on occasion instead of cutting it the second it grows an inch too long (they still cut it real short at the end but sometimes they even let it grow enough to be able to properly tie it up before they think it's time to cut it). Just like with general MC they become more outspoken and emotive after S1 and part of the reason for this with Eliza is that they feel more comfortable with themself and their body and finally having a group of people who love you to death and back and support you no matter what helped with that a lot

5. I do have an idea of their story from before the Devildom. I'm pretty sure I mentioned all of it up there ^ I usually really find it hard too (none of my other MCs from games have proper backstories) but Eliza's came easily to me when I just took minor details from the game and built it up from there

Okay so this got much longer that I realised but this is the first time I've spoken so much about them and I got excited? I'd love to hear more about everyone else's MCs too!!!

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[poormeowmeowcollector]

Lead–tongue

Relationship: Loki/Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: mentions of injuries (just a shoulder and a back pain), and one f-bomb?

Summary: After one drunken night, Loki lets something slip out of their tongue.

Notes: I swear to my Merenda, I'm writing that interactive fic. This is not procrastination. And pardon the size, please (gosh this sounded like a polite white boy)

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The first time you realised that—apart from the translation and the accent—Loki is moderating his speech more than it shows, it was at their birthday party.

It was in the middle of December and, no matter how much they tried to hide it, the lack of sun was getting into him. Apparently, Asgard has sunny days even when it's snowing, and neither of the Gods could go along with the cloudy New York climate. So, Thor surprised Loki by secretly visiting Asgard and bringing a lot of booze on their way back. It was the first time you saw Thor, Steve, Loki and Bucky getting drunk and it was so worth it.

Technically it wasn't Loki's birthday anymore, and you should both be sleeping. But, being the insomniac idiots you are, you stayed up and talked.

Around when they started losing control, Loki and Thor were speaking with their Æsir accents instead of the Posh and Australian accents they use every day. And, even though it was hard to get used to it, you kinda liked this accent better. When you two were alone in his room and chatting about whatever your drunken minds came up with, Loki let something else slip.

They were trying to pronounce the name of a place, one you can't even dream of saying correctly. But it's his mother tongue, so you expected to be easy for them to say it.

But he got stuck on the first vowel, something between an "o" and an "u" sound. Their cheeks were growing more and more read by the millisecond, and it wasn't the wine.

You waited until he gived up with a sigh, cheeks burning and fingers sparring. "You don't have to say where it happened, I don't know the place anyways," you smile. Loki still nods a no.

"It's no-not a-a-a…" they sigh, you don't know if it's to release some tension or stimulate his mouth before he starts speaking again, "about the-the place, but about, um, not being able to p-pro-pronounce the d-damn name!" they breathe out before muttering what sounded like a curse word and lowering his head.

"Hey, can you look at me, please?" you grab their left hand, stopping the picking. He nods and looks at you, cheeks red and eyes hoping to look away. "Thank you. It's okay, you can talk however you talk, alright?" You smile and squeeze the hand, managing to get a faint twist out of their lips.

"Alright. Now, where were I-I? K-kind of for-forgot," he grins, releasing the hand to move some locks of hair away.

After that night, whenever you and Loki were alone, the stutter would be visible. You didn't have any problem with it, but as time passed, it became more and more frequent and with increasing ways of stuttering. It felt rude to ask or comment it, but something was telling you that they're getting worse.

What proved you wrong is how he was talking when anyone else was around, it was more fluid. If it wasn't in the dead of the night when you realised, you would have hugged the life out of him.

It wasn't getting worse. Having someone who won't judge the stutter made them not hide it when talking with you more confident when talking to literally anyone else.

You didn't hug him in the dead of the night, but you did the moment you saw them the next morning.

There is an issue with this new situation, you can't deny it. But it also comes from you teaching Loki about meme slang. The problem was when arguing.

Because, no matter how big the fight is, Loki would stutter to no end. And would always end the arguement with the line "did-did I s-s-st-stutter?", resulting with both of you laughing your lungs out and ending the arguement.

Now, you're both laying on their bed after a mission of his, watching cartoons in hope of relaxing them enough to actually sleep. You're laying your head on his non-injured shoulder, their head laying on top of yours, and your warm hand resting on this injury on his lower back that healed wrong and they won't admit that it hurts even after you saw him struggling to place warm towels on the spot.

"I…" they stop for a long moment, clearing their throat before continuing, "I have to say you- to tell you so-something," he raises his head and guides you to do the same, your eyes meeting. You can see their fingers tormenting the sheets on a way to not pick on each other.

"What is it?" you smile, waiting for him.

"Well… I think I- I know that-that I…" they puff out some air, "I… I…" he stops, "oh, fuck this,"

His lips crush yours, one hand holding you by your waist. You kiss back, smiling against them. His tongue enters your mouth and starts exploring, the taste of hot chocolate filling you. Your hands hold them by the neck and bring him closer. No matter what, you don't want this to end.

You both grow breathless and part your mouths but touch foreheads, smiling as you stare right into each other's eyes. "I love you too," you breathe out, watching a soft smile spreading through his face.

They kiss you again, but this time it's soft. You don't respond, he wants you to take it in and that's what you do, laying down and bringing them with you before you end up cuddling.

"You're ma-magnificent," he smiles, pulling some hair away from your face. You hum and hold their hand, kissing the still red knuckles.

"Can't reach your level of magnificence,"

Hs makes an oh sound and kisses the tip of your nose before laying against your sternum, sleep slowly consuming them. But they manage to say one last "I love you," before drifting off.

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[satrangee-ray]

The Snack of a Lifetime

Book: Open Heart 3 and beyond.

Pairing(s): Ethan × NB!MC {Dr Inara Hepburn (she/they)}.

Rating: Teen+

Summary: Inara barges into the DT room with some obnoxious snacks to force Ethan into taking a break. But is that all they have in mind, or will their brilliant plan saved for later take him by pleasant surprise?

Category: Fluff, banter, life decisions and celebrations 🎉😁✌.

Trope: Weddings and Proposals.

Warning(s): one or two swear words, mention of a sex act.

Writer's note: By the time this starts, Ethan and MC have already said their 'I love you's, are in a committed relationship, and more or less everyone knows about it. In my original HC for Inara and Ethan they don't get married this early, so this is kind of an AU cause I really wanted to write a proposal fic. Also the whole lawsuit drama didn't happen, cause I said so, and most sane people would agree.

Ethan wasn't used to receiving.

It was apparent in the way he interacted with the world, immediately getting suspicious of anyone who would remotely extend some sort of courtesy towards him. 

He knew if he ever wanted to have something for himself, no one but he would have to take initiative to go get it. And for two-way processes like relationships, he had no belief whatsoever on the legitimacy of such things.

That was until Inara waltzed into his life, and amazed him with the possibility that he could be on the receiving end of good things without having to worry about any strings attached. Be it love, or a blowjob, or "care", as he previously liked to call it– the best things life ever had to offer were simply falling into his lap, and he couldn't find himself complaining.

Inara cared, in the truest sense of the word.

She cared enough to take off his glasses and cover him up in warm blankets, whenever he would fall asleep with an open medical journal in his hands. She cared enough to know just how he liked his coffee, or to school his scotch habits whenever they would get a little out of hand. And presently, she cared enough to let him work overtime, by agreeing to grab lunch with Tobias instead.

Ethan couldn't afford to take breaks. These days, he had to work even in between shifts, to finish editing his second medical book decently before it's approaching release date.

.

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(One month before Inara's board exams)

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The diagnostics office sat deserted, except for one doctor. A wooden desk, with papers sprawled all around. Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, as he kept his glasses aside.

Suddenly the office door swung open, and three figures strolled in. Two practically tumbled, giggling overenthusiastically. The third one was Harper, who calmly walked in holding a tray, and shook her head with an amused expression.

Ethan looked up, and saw Tobias and Inara, each triumphantly holding up all their 10 fingers at him.

"Ring Chips!" Inara squealed, running towards Ethan. "Si baked these last night, and brought them as extra snacks for her fourteen hour shift today, but of course, we managed to hog some. So dig in!"

Ethan cautiously eyed the bright yellow crisps looped through Inara's fingers, and said, "you're not expecting me to eat those atrocities, are you?"

"Did you just call Sienna's baked goods an atrocity? That's wrong on so many levels E, lemme just get her on the phone..."

"NO", Ethan replied on high alert.

"That's what I thought. Cause bold words for someone who struggles even with a pancake."

Tobias and Harper chuckled, struggling in vain to stifle it.

"Fine, give me one here", Ethan said, extending his hand towards Harper's tray which contained the particular baked snacks.

"Nope, that's not the way", Inara stopped him, slapping his hand. "If you're doing this, you gotta do it right."

A loud exhale escaped Ethan. "What now, Rookie?"

"E, you can't just pick one chip and eat it, okay? You gotta slip it through your finger, and try to grab it with your mouth, the childhood nostalgia way. Like this."

Inara brought their hand to their mouth, and swallowed one whole finger, sucking on it until the chip looped through it flew backwards into their mouth. They proceeded to chew on it, staring straight into Ethan's eyes. 

He was so screwed. 

Turning away from Inara's gaze with tremendous effort, he wordlessly picked up a chip loop from the tray and tried to slip it into his finger.

"Too small", Tobias remarked, and handed him another. "Try a bigger one."

This time the ring effortlessly slipped through his finger, sitting perfectly at it's base. Ethan stared at it, perplexed, for a few moments.

"Yes! Now consume it with your mouth", Inara's excited cheers continued.

Harper couldn't hold in a scoff, while the youngest doctor in the room remained blissfully unaware of the implications of their phrase.

Ethan's mouth opened in protest, but he realized it's futility immediately and decided to close it. Scrunching up his entire face, in disbelief that he was actually doing this, he lowered his head, and slowly raised his hand to his face.

When his finger holding the chip was well within his reach, he opened his mouth once again to grab it. But just when he was about to take the bite, Inara acted quickly and slipped the chip out of his finger, causing Ethan to bite into his own skin instead. 

"Aahh, Nars what the hell! Are you nuts?"

The three other doctors in the room unabashedly cracked up now, not bothering to hide their glee in Ethan being tortured like that.

Inara began stroking his beard softly, before leaving a quick kiss on his cheek.

Shades of light pink took over it in response.

"You should have acted faster, honey", Inara said, taking his hands into theirs. Another gentle peck landed on his lips.

"Now I'm already running late, there's this patient I have to check on, gotta yeet. But you better finish the rest of those snacks, along with the real food we brought you for lunch, and for God's sake, please look up from those damn papers for five minutes, and take a freakin' chill pill!" 

The last words were shouted as they rushed out the door.

Ethan and Tobias sighed.

"They're the best thing that has ever happened to you"

"Indeed", Ethan said in earnest. "I'll be very inclined to agree."

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(Four months after Inara's board exams)

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The gorgeous venue sparkled with chandeliers and boujee people in expensive suits. Small round tables, aesthetic chairs, congratulations in order everywhere. No, it wasn't the medical industry's 'it' couple getting married, it was the 'it' doctor, and the chief of medicine's second book getting launched instead. 

Ethan had walked into the Edenbrook atrium that morning like it was a war zone. His expression still spelt terror, as he uneasily shifted his glance between some of his guests, shooting small, forced smiles their way.

"Why do we always have to do this?", he had asked Naveen. "Why couldn't we just release the damn book in stores? Why host a useless social gathering with forty thousand rich snobs who are only any good at showing off and draining your energy?"

Naveen had shook his head and hit him with an assertive "it's necessary."

So currently, Ethan stood awkward to his bones, in the middle of this necessary evil. Until, a certain presence near the door cued him to look up.

It was them.

Pantsuit in a sinful vermillion, the colour glowing bright against their skin. Red bottom wedges, that only aided their boss status. Brunette locks framing their face, so impeccably contrasting the emerald eyes looking affectionately back at him. Those, which never failed to take his breath away.

Inara Hepburn.

His giver, his lover, his Rookie.

And Ethan couldn't be more mesmerized, or reassured.

"Need some help picking your jaw off the floor, Ramsey?" Inara quipped, as they strode towards Ethan, torturously slow.

"I– well…", he stammered, before clearing his throat. "Is that look the reason why you chose to arrive 'fashionably late', and drive separately to my book launch from our own apartment?"

"Yeah, definitely the look, but I daresay some other things as well", they said, placing a playful hand on Ethan's chest. "You'll soon find out."

He smiled warmly at them. "Is that a challenge?"

"Have you ever backed down from one?"

A reckless mistake of letting his eyes slip to their lips, and Ethan couldn't wait any longer. He wrapped his arms around their waist, kissing them hard and deep. Drinking in their mouth, their warmth, their sensations. Aching to draw as much energy as he could to power through this event, from his greatest source of confidence, his only constant supporter. 

"I love you so much, Rookie", he panted, after the kiss broke off.

"Some brand new information there", teased Inara, bumping their nose into his. "You know I love you too, E. Now tell me what's bothering you."

Ethan pulled back swiftly at that, and stared at them in astonishment.

"What?"

"What 'what'? It was all over your face when I entered, and you still don't look quite alright. What's wrong, love? I don't recall you being afraid of public speaking!"

"I'd address an audience in my dreams! I just don't understand what's up with these people who come up individually to congratulate me, and purposefully try to expand those two lines into a whole one-on-one conversation. Scandalous!"

Inara nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Such a mood, b*tch, such a mood."

Peels of laughter were shared again, at their effortless mutual understanding, and at the usage of Inara's all time favourite nickname.

"All the best", they wished, shaking him by the lapels of his coat. "Get out there, and kill it!"

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.

About an hour later, applause sounded from every corner of the atrium. Ethan beamed, as he finished reading the last line of a snippet about his latest research from his book.

Clapping proudly from the crowds was Inara, a lover on a mission.

"Thank you everyone, for joining me here today", Ethan said, amongst cheers and buzzing words of encouragement from fellow doctors and other esteemed medical personalities. "I hope I will be able to add value to patient-care through my efforts behind this book. There are some people I would like to specifically thank for being of immense help on my journey till here, so let's begin. Dad, thank you so much for coming to support me. Means a lot. Maybe because of my personal outlook, I could never comprehend your brand of unconditional love, which you so freely offer without actively needing me to work for it. I know now how valuable and rare that is, and how it has helped me grow into the man I am today. For that I will always be grateful. Naveen, thank you so much. You know if I start listing 'what for', I won't finish."

A lighthearted chuckle spread among the crowd.

"You always keep saying my success is my own, but I firmly believe there was no way I would have been the doctor I am without your help and guidance. Thank you for being the excellent mentor and leader by example that you are, you still motivate me to become better everyday. And, last but not the least… Inara."

All eyes in the audience shifted towards one young attending, who was clutching her glass out of giddiness.

"I really want to say thank you, but those two words will never be able to express the amount of gratitude I hold towards you. Before you, my life was only ever about blacks and whites. Giving my everything into medicine, working late nights and coming back to an empty apartment with scotch in my hand, I thought I was doing it all right. But when I met you, got to know you, I… you left me in utter awe of who you are, both as a professional and as a person. I couldn't stop myself from falling in love, and in respect, with your brain, your mind, and your soul. I am so glad you were patient with me while I was busy trying to deny it. You continued to show that patience even until recently, when I was all cranky with writer's block. Now I know the great Dr. Inara Hepburn is also a published novel writer, so of course that bit might have come out of empathy, but nonetheless, I'm thankful for it. Today, I'm about to release a book I put my all into, the information in which might hopefully change the face of what I'm most passionate about – public healthcare, for the better. And I'd rather not share this moment with anyone else. So Inara, would you please honour me by coming up on stage to receive the first ever copy of 'Prognosis and Evaluation'?"

Inara couldn't speak, stunned into silence for a bit. They had no idea Ethan would be the one for emotional public speeches, and here they were, utterly moved, in for another surprise. So would he be, soon, they reasoned in their head, and gathered themselves. Keeping their drink aside on a table, they strode towards the stage, eyes shining with pride, love, and determination.

Determination to get this right.

Ethan took their hand as soon as they stepped on the first stair, and led them upstage. 

A copy of the book, new and shining, was lying, all theirs to hold.

'Prognosis and Evaluation: A comprehensive study.'

Their heart swelled at the words written on the first page of the book.

Typical Ethan's handwriting, somehow neat and gibberish at the same time.

'My love, my north star, I promise to never let you down' - Dr Ramsey Ethan <3.

Tears. Instantly, a whole lot of them rolled down their cheeks. They clutched the book hard and hugged it to their chest, holding on tight. Ethan held them in turn, locking their shaking frame in his embrace, as the crowd broke into a unanimous applause.

"E, I don't know what to say", Inara began, on being handed over the mic. "Si would have cried so much if she were present here, Naveen's already crying."

Their grandmentor smiled back at them through his tears.

"The thing is, I love success. I love standing in the spotlight, having my own life, and earning my own achievements. Despite that, there is always a deeper warmth in standing next to someone you love, when they accomplish great things, and shouting "my person!" Today, you've given me that opportunity, and I'm so grateful to you for it. I'm proud of you for believing in yourself, and speaking your voice not as a "mechanism of coping with the means of this corrupt world", but as a means to bring genuine change because you believe you can. I've always seen you try so hard to never let your loved ones down, and that effort is what I'm so here for. People like you are rare, and I'm glad I got one to myself, to constantly cheerlead for, now and as long as you'll have me. I'll never leave your side, Ethan. I'd love us to forever be each other's hype person. Not just in practice, but also… officially."

Three distinct gasps were heard in the room.

Alan, Naveen and Tobias let their pinkies lock into each other.

Ethan's eyes widened, as he took in the meaning behind their words, starting to sense what might be coming.

Doubt. Disbelief. Shock. Anticipation.

In the next moment, they were down on one knee.

"Ethan Jonah freaking Ramsey, will you marry me?"

Dead silence in the entire room, everyone taking in what just happened.

Ethan's hands flew to his mouth.

Minutes passed.

One… two… and five...

No one said a word.

Eventually, the entire audience burst into cheers and jubilation. Even in such a formal event as that, quite a few wayward whistles were heard.

And then there was the man of the hour, standing centre stage, shell shocked. Still trying to process everything.

"Inara... Rookie, I–"

He couldn't. Form words or coherent sentences. His entire focus was on the person and the tiny blue box in front of him.

"There's a ring in there for real?"

'Shit', he cursed internally. What a ridiculous question.

Of course this was real. Their love was real, they were real. He was to get married. What? Wow. Really?

Of course there would be a ring for real.

"Depends", Inara said with a wink. "On whether or not you say yes."

"Come on Ethan!" 

Encouragements burst from his acquaintances in the crowd, imploring him to say yes. His three musketeers, however, were heard the loudest.

'Yes', Ethan thought to himself. 'Yes.'

He had to say it.

"Yes", he tried whispering under his breath.

A first time, then a second.

"Yes. YES OF COURSE I’LL MARRY YOU!"

He exclaimed those words in ecstacy before dropping down on his knees as well, and pulled his lover in against him. He engulfed her in his arms, holding her so tight, it could knock the breath out of his chest. 

"Yes Inara, it would mean the world to me if I could marry you", he whispered again into her ear.

"Good thing I asked then, E", Inara whispered back, before squeezing him one last time and pulling away. 

"Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!", the crowd chanted.

The widest smile ever was shot their way, as Inara once again took hold of the navy box. She waited for both of them to steady themselves, and Ethan found himself holding his breath. 

At last, the cover of the ring case slowly lifted, to reveal… 

A bright yellow ring chip sitting right into the slit of the fabric in the case. 

Confused noises of varying degrees filled the room. Only Naveen, Tobias and Alan watched the whole scene unfold with a twinkle in their eye.

Meanwhile, Ethan's expression progressed from utter cluelessness to gradual realization.

Oh! That ring.

"Wait, how did– how come that snack didn't rot in all these days?"

"Of course it did, love. Our original measuring tape probably decomposed long ago in some trash bin outside a gold shop, after having done its job. This is merely a replica, but you can call it a token."

"Nars… what do you mean?"

"I mean…", Inara said, inserting her hand into her suit pocket, to pull out a sparkling golden band, complete with five little diamonds on top. "May I have your hand?"

"Readily, Rookie… you already have my heart. Always, for as long as you'll have me."

Ethan placed his shivering palm on Inara's steady hand, and she took the opportunity to slip the golden band through his ring finger.

A perfect fit. 

With tears in his eyes, Ethan agreed.

"I'm getting married to you."

"I'm getting married to you!"

Inara squealed at the prospect, and Ethan decided on sealing their joyous sentiment by crashing his lips onto hers in a searing kiss.

The audience went wild, but they were all forgotten in the minds of the lovebirds.

"I can't believe I get to call you fiancé", Ethan wondered in amazement.

"Me neither", said Inara, joining their foreheads together. 

"Say what, we should ask Sienna to bake our wedding cake. Three tier, with a big old fondant ring chip on top."

"What? Ethan Ramsey wants a huge a** fondant snack on the top of his wedding cake! Are you sure he's okay?"

"Yes, he is, and he would do anything for his fiancé!"

With moist eyes and full hearts, they buried themselves again in each other's holds.

This time, with a mutual promise of a forever.

F I N.

Oukay so this happened. I kinda posted it. Shh, I need to breathe.

Thank you so much for reading, if you've made it this far. I hope I haven't damaged too many of your braincells.

Thank you @gaeipsstuff for naming Ethan's book. I would have never, seriously! Thanks for proofreading and giving a detailed analysis, it came extremely handy during the my edit sessions. Thank you @adiehardfan, @jeetushmannfeelz, you know if it wasn't for the both of you, this wouldn't be up on my Tumblr.

This is my first proper OH fic, with an actual story and shenanigans, so I've been super apprehensive about this. Hence, it would mean a real lot to me if you could tell me how you found it. Stay safe, do what you love, stan pixelated characters, and take hugs. Peace✌.

Tagging: @adiehardfan @irisofpurple @barbean

Others kindly let me know if you wanna be tagged!

#choices open heart #dr ethan ramsey #open heart 3 #open heart fanfiction #mc x ethan #fluff fic #idk what else please spare me

[arlert-angel]

i had something i wanted to talk about since discourse earlier took place where a couple big blogs stated that headcanons and drabbles were "clout writing" / "writing for clout".

needed to get these thoughts off my chest, i don't mind if anyone wants to add their opinion as well or talking it over.

warning: it's kinda long

i did not bother interacting or arguing with the people involved– seeing how they reacted to many others– but when reading through their definitions and reasoning i wanted to share some thoughts of my own.

they claimed that headcanons and drabbles are a quick and easy way to get notes and many times discouraged people from writing in that format.

not directly, but they continuously stated that people who write in that format only want notes and they used to write like that and they write so much better now.

that really is indirectly shading everyone who does right that way, you know?

but they failed to mention that there is much more to headcanons and drabbles then gaining notes.

drabbles are quick and fun.

it really does give writers a fast, FUN outlet to get something off their mind and share with others. it's also a good way to gauge if readers likes that small piece of writing, so the writer can later expand on. i enjoy reading all drabbles no matter how short.

GASP

am i thinking about what the readers like too much?

does this make me a clout chaser!??

personally, i don't think so.

i respect my readers. i LOVE my readers. so i wanna know what i'm doing right and wrong, so that as a writer i can improve.

and drabbles are great practice for that.

yo since when is learning and listening from readers about clout and fame?

their mindset is the one perceiving it that way. i guarantee majority of headcanon and drabble writers don't think about the notes they're gonna get.

they are more focused on what type of reaction they're gonna get.

there's a difference!!! maybe their mindset can't comprehend that.

it really sounds like they just don't like what's popular/gains notes.

a classic gaslight gatekeep girlboss moment (derogatory).

another thing mentioned amongst the chaos was that certain tags were flooded with these headcanons and drabbles.

i could understand the annoyance if the tagging was incorrect. (ex: looking at armin fic tag and then only seeing headcanons) that's not a fic, but if it's not incorrectly tagged...

don't complain.

headcanons are also all in good fun!! there are some interesting scenarios (a lot of the time from readers requests or the writer's own imagination).

again, a good way to spitball ideas for a whole fic or sometimes it's something that doesn't need a whole fic, but is still a good concept that the writer wants to put out there.

writing is meant to fun

i cannot stress that enough. they even mentioned it themselves that they write because they like to, not to gain exposure.

what makes you guys believe that anyone else is different?

i feel like through out most of that discourse i saw the people saying that stuff talk a lot about themselves rather than consider anyone else's point of view. so many personal examples and feelings "i see this..." "i used to do this..." "i don't like..."

me me me

when they aren't stopping to consider anyone else's point of view.

the actual current writers that write in that format.

i really do get genuinely confused when people can't take other people's feelings into account.

maybe i'm sensitive or think about others TOO much, but there are those who try very hard on their work (headcanons and drabbles) and produce great content only to be belittled by some big blogs with an odd grudge.

and there's this:

wow.

i'm so happy that you were able to overcome your troubles. many haven't. many have to deal with that "depression and anxiety card" every day.

how dare you belittle mental illness? no really... how? like with your full chest??

but go you for conquering your struggles because apparently yours is the only one that matters.

(that one especially made me mad)

AND EVEN IF PEOPLE ARE WRITING FOR CLOUT...

there is no wrong reason for writing.

writing is beautiful. it's a creative outlet with an infinite amount of possibilities.

you want lots of views? cool.

you want to write privately? great.

at the end of the day, the number one reason why someone writes fanfiction– above all else– is:

because they like whatever fandom they're writing for.

or else they wouldn't write.

simple.

you can not like a format of writing, but you do not take it out on the writers.

i personally mostly write full fics too, but i still respect and cherish many headcanon and drabble writers. (they do be feeding me daily unlike most full fic writers 🥵)

also headcanons and drabbles have been around a looooong time. it's a great way for beginners to start writing and get comfortable posting.

it's disrespectful, insensitive, and discouraging what they continued to post. i don't care that it is their opinion because i have my own as well.

if they had just said i don't like headcanons and drabbles, no one would've cared. people like different formats, it's okay!!!

but they targeted the writer specifically and labeled them as some sort of greedy, uncaring content producing machine. (not their words, just making a point).

it's alright to have different opinions, but it's not okay to be a dick lol.

i blocked most people involved but if anyone ends up showing this to them, whoo! give me attention big bois 🥵 (they're big blogs i think lol)

i just felt like i needed to say more especially for my lovely writers and hope that no readers were overwhelmed.

i also hope their posts didn't make anyone doubt their work.

keep writing. all writing is practice. the more you practice, the more you're able to achieve.

im done, needed to speak my truth.

-moon ☪

#tw: discourse #i wasn't even apart of it #i just wanted to share some thoughts #i swear i won't bring it up again lol #arlert angel chats

[rintasuna]

ok this is honestly just a snippet of a full length fic i’ve been TRYING to write for the past half year. this is probably the angsty-est thing i’ve ever written in my life, and it’s not even that bad compared to the stuff i’ve read here and on ao3. but i really just wanted to share it and HOPE i get some feedback on my writing. please keep in mind that this was kind of rushed because i am a bit busy at the moment. i am a beginner writer who has almost no idea how to structure paragraphs, so any feedback and criticism is highly appreciated!

to be honest, i had no clue where this was going. this would be a chapter part of a bigger story, but i am fairly certain this would somehow end up in the final draft.

note: sora is my haikyuu oc that i’ll be using in this fic, i like reader inserts for one shots and drabbles, but full length reader inserts kinda of bother me for a reason i shall keep to myself. ALSO (i almost forgot to mention) this is when the current third years have graduated, and the second years have now become third years. this is why atsumu is the captain in this.

"get out." everyone was shocked by the tone of suna's voice. his usual deadpan and tired tone turned hard and cold when he spoke to sora. 

"h-huh?" her voice quivered, surprised by how he spoke.

he narrowed his eyes even more. "get. out."

sora's eyes trailed down to what he was holding. she saw a glint of metal, and her eyes widened, knowing he found her razor. the people in the gym stayed silent as sora and suna walked to the doors of the gym, atsumu telling them to continue practice before following the two with his twin.

sora sat slumped against the wall, hugging her knees and resting her chin on them. osamu and atsumu leaned against the wall with their arms crossed, hidden from the pair. the middle blocker stood in front of her, glaring as he fiddled with the razor. 

"why do you still have this?" 

he got no answer. 

"were you planning to hurt yourself?" 

silence. 

"answer me, damn it!" 

sora and the twins flinched; the three of them have never heard him yell. her quiet voice rang softly. "y-yes..." 

the boys felt their hearts clench at the word. osamu dragged a hand down his face, atsumu gripped his arms a bit tighter, and suna only squeezed his eyes shut. sora felt the tears well up from behind her eyelids at his reaction, disappointed in herself. 

"oi." sora looked up at suna. 

he brought the razor to his wrist and slid it sideways, creating a cut. it wasn't deep for it to be serious, but the blood coming from it and suna's sharp inhale worried her enough. she stood up quickly and grabbed his hand. 

passing the twins, both of them say the crimson liquid trail down suna's skin and drip onto the wooden floor, their eyes widening.

 'they're both idiots.' osamu thought. 

she pushed him into the locker room and grabbed an unused towel and the first-aid kit from the bench, following him in. they sat down on the bench, sora carefully treating the cut as suna watched her fingers move. when she finished, she closed the kit and threw the bloodied towel in the hamper in the corner of the locker room. the girl walked back to the bench where suna was and sat in front of him. the whole time, silent tears fell slowly down sora's face. 

they stared at each other for several silent moments, as if studying the other person. atsumu had gone back to practice, yet osamu continued to listen from the other side of the lockers. 

after several minutes, suna spoke first. "why did you keep it?" 

sora stayed silent for a bit before answering back. "y'know... if i hadn't bumped into you and the twins these past days, i think i would've ended up bleeding out in a cheap hotel bathtub." she looked into his golden eyes, her tears blurring her vision. "thank you for saving me." 

they fell, and suna brought his hands up to her face, brushing the tears off her cheeks. sora leaned into his touch, wanting to feel the warmth of someone, anyone. soft sobs echoed around the room.

 "promise me something." he spoke softly. sora nodded in his hands. "please..." he whispered. "don't hurt yourself intentionally. it's not good for you, and it only hurts the ones who care about you." he pulled the razor from his jacket pocket. "i swear, every time you even think of hurting yourself, you're already hurting someone else who loves you." the two examined it for a moment longer before it disappeared back into suna's pocket. 

he placed his hands back on her face, only now just taking in her vulnerable looks. almost a year had passed since they found each other through a wrong number. almost a year had passed since the boy had fallen in love. 

he didn't notice how he slowly pulled her in, her warm breath hitting his lips. "rin..." when their lips met, she didn't pull away. but she didn't kiss back either. 

suna was the one who backed away to study her reaction. he noticed that there were more tears falling down her face and that her bottom lip was tucked in to hold in her sob. "i know i'm not the one you love." he sadly spoke. sora shook under his gentle touch. "it's okay. just," he inhaled slowly, trying to hold back his own tears. "let me be selfish. just this once." 

a single yet slow nod came from sora, and suna hungrily kissed her. this time sora kissed back, her shaky hands finding their way to pull him closer. 

osamu had decided he heard enough and went back to the court, silently exiting the locker room.

#📖.wip #🏐.sora #🏐.suna #🏐.osamu #🏐.atsumu #haikyuu #haikyuu x oc #suna rintarō #suna rintarou #suna #rintarou suna #haikyuu suna #miya osamu #osamu miya #osamu #haikyuu osamu #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #miya twins #haikyuu angst #haikyuu oc #wip #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu writing

[iloveshippingkitty]

Hey yea hi the blacklist doesn't pick up posts tagged with tw, cw, or slashes unless they have that in their blacklist, most people don't have it like that in their blacklist, it not picking up on the tags because of the tw on the end doesn't mean they're logged out, consider not getting pissy at an anon having a panic/anxiety attack because they saw something they have blacklisted, a persons thoughts aren't right when they have one, anon didn't check your tags bc they were having an attack. :)

Okay so as much as I can explain the first anon is not the person at any point I had a problem and was very sorry for what I did which was not put the tag when I was reposting. If I knew who the original was I would apologise thoroughly directly. This was also not why I thought the other anonymous messages (unreleased) were being snidey. I thought they were being snidey cos when I blocked one message with full intention to answer the other with civility about the situation because that one was a real question both were deleted - with no name or any evidence that anyone had been logged in (because the name goes into your blocked people settings) and my ‘allow people to see my blog logged out’ section was on and here is where I believe that they were logged out. I was not in fact getting pissy about the first anon and do say it several times. So unless this person was the same person everytime I was not being pissy to the same person. And if it was the same person for all 3 (1 the first and the 2 unreleased) then they would have no way of avoiding the story as when logged out it is impossible to block a tag (again the block list proves the latter two were not logged in).I would like to reiterate, I do not want to think in any way that all 3 are the same person because avoidance would not have been possible when logged out. 

And double reiteration - once more - I am sorry first anon, it was dumb that I didn’t double check that when I spellchecked it 

Questions 1,2,3:

1- Please tag - “doneanddone” tagged on my retag reblog of the actual post

2 - No you didn’t and a link to the original ((where it has on the reblog notes the retag)) -  the one I was going to block because I was going to once again delete and reupload with full tags because I was back home on my computer and unblock so that when it was finally up I could tell whomever it was that everything was reuploaded with the appropriate tags.

3 - mentions of abuse are also triggering - the one I had full intention of replying with the fact of this is where I really messed up cos I sound like a twat (sound worse than that now) but the original that needed spellchecking so was deleted had abuse mentions on the warning - I was going to explain that I had put it on the original that was in fact deleted and I was very sorry for any tone that was implied.

When 2 and 3 where not only the same person but both offline and had no way of avoiding the fic, that is when I flipped my shit and I tried very hard while doing to explain I was not angry at first anon but an anon of 2 q’s that had been rattling me on a subject that I had done my best to ammend and they pried in as someone who wasn’t logged in so could sit there and yell and scream about how I didn’t have this or that yet.

Which was when I said ‘if you don’t like me, I don’t care’ because a lot of people were giving a young girl shit yesterday and that obviously shook her and I left caring about people who only had shit to say to me without any respect,  back in school and there is no way and no how I’m going back to that mentality.

(I really hope this just makes sense to someone)