#ikevam smut

[malachiexists13]

"A Single Taste"

CHARACTER/S: Johann Georg Faust

MC'S SEX/PRONOUNS: He/Him - Male|Mitsuki - OC

GENRE: Smut🍋

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP: Friends (Slight Romantic Interest?)

PAIRING: Dom!Faust x Sub!Mitsuki

WORD COUNT: 1,573

REQUESTED BY: N/A

//TW:

- Biting - Bloodplay - First Time Sex - Dirty Talk/Praise - Creampie - Internalized Homophobia - Desperation/Begging - Faust is maybe OOC? - Slight Religious Themes

A/N: This isn't a genderbend of Mitsuki, the actual ikevamp MC. This is an OC I created before knowing the ikevamp MC was named Mituski lol. And this is an AU inside of an AU. As in.. There's no way my Mitsuki could exist and be Faust's love interest because of Maki, the OC I've chosen as Comte's love interest. Essentially, Maki and Mitsuki cannot exist side by side in Ikevamp so it's an AU inside of an AU. This is due to the fact that they're brother and sister and so one of them has to die in order for the other to even end up there.. Also I love writing somewhat serious and composed characters as desperate and needy-

An annoyed sigh of frustration escapes Faust's lips, catching the attention of the other person in the room. Mitsuki, a young man who was unfortunate enough to find himself in this predicament. And... a young man who happened to find himself surrounded by vampires. Yet, there was something about the white-haired man that drove Faust absolutely insane.

"Hey, Faust? Are you okay?" And there it was. That endearing yet irritating as all of hell concern of his. "I'm... fine." Faust lied, not daring to look in Mitsuki's direction. Yet, he could practically feel that soft, deep green gaze burning into him with disapproval.

"You're lying. Tell me what's wrong, Faust." 'You, that's what.' But, Faust couldn't say that out loud. No, he wouldn't dare. Faust wasn't such a fool that he'd dare tell Mitsuki that he was the reason for his frustration. Maybe if Mitsuki were to get down on his knees and beg-

'No.' Faust told himself. He mustn't let such thoughts consume him. He couldn't afford to lose his cool. No matter how tempting Mitsuki's bare and exposed skin looked. No matter how irristible his blood smelled. Faust glanced over at Mitsuki from the corner of his eye, instantly annoyed by how quickly his concerned gaze set Faust's heart racing and his head filled with desires.

Faust wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into Mitsuki's soft skin, to feel the man squirm beneath his grasp, to hear him moan from the overwhelming pleasure that came from his bite. These thoughts filled Faust with disgust, how could he think such a way about another man? But the kind and gentle look in Mitsuki's eyes, the warm smile on his lips... It was too much to resist, no matter how wrong it felt.

"Faust?" A familiar and kind voice broke Faust from his train of thought, turning his head to the source of the interruption. "Yes, Mitsuki?" Faust answered, his deep voice coming off as more gruff than usual. "Are you really okay?" Mitsuki repeated his question, then added- "You can tell me anything. I'm here for you, Faust."

Something snapped inside Faust. 'Fuck it.' was the last coherent thought that crossed his mind as desire won the fierce battle against reason. All logical reason left Faust as overwhelming desire took the reins. The vampire walk over to the other man in quick-paced steps and roughly pinned him against the wall. A gasp of surprise escaped Mitsuki's lips as Faust pressed his head into the crook of his neck.

"You really are too tempting, did you know that?" Faust commented, pinning Mitsuki's hands with his own. Mitsuki had been rendered speechless by the sudden actions of the Priest. Unsure of what to say, he remained silent as Faust continued talking. "You drive me insane. I want to sink my teeth into your neck and hear you scream my name so badly."

With the way Faust whispered in Mitsuki's ear, heat was rushing through his body. A part of him was screaming at him to run, to push Faust away and get the fuck out of there, that this entire thing was wrong.

But the other part of him didn't want to run. The other part of him wanted to submit, wanted to let whatever was going to happen to happen. Mitsuki would be lying if he said he didn't find Faust attractive. Despite the Priest's usual cold behavior, something about him was... alluring. Whether it be the midnight blue hair, the sharp green eyes, his fine jawline, or the way those glasses only made him more attractive... Mitsuki wasn't sure.

A dangerous smirk curled its way onto Faust's lips as he stared at Mitsuki, almost like he knew exactly what the young man was thinking. "Tell me, Mitsuki..." Faust breathed, "Are you prepared to repent for yout sins with an offering of blood?" Without a moment's hesitation, Mitsuki answered- "Yes... I'm ready to repent... So that you may forgive me, Father Faust."

Once receiving consent, Faust quickly pulled at Mitsuki's sweater. In his desperation, he nearly ripped the fabric from his collar. As soon as Mitsuki's shoulder was exposed, Faust sank his fangs in, deep into the soft, pale flesh. Mitsuki tensed up, the bite hadn't hurt for more than a moment, but the pleasure coursing through his body was overwhelming. Heat rushed down south, causing his jeans to feel tighter than usual. He bit down on his lip, not willing to let any noises escape.

Faust, noticing Mitsuki's blatant arousal, smirked against the man's skin. Trailing one of his hands down, Faust palmed his hand against Mitsuki's hardened member through the fabric of his jeans, causing a pleasure-filled gasp and a "Ah! F..Faust!" to escape Mitsuki's throat. "Yes, that's right," Faust purred, "Call my name, just like that. Charles and Lord Vlad aren't here, so be as loud as you like." He leaned in closer towards Mitsuki, "So, go on. Scream my name as I make you drown in pleasure."

Not giving Mitsuki a moment to respond, Faust gripped the collar of his sweater and pressed their lips together. Everything felt so heated, so drowned in lust. Not a single logical or coherent thought in either of their minds. Just pure and uncontrollable need. Intent on deepening the kiss, Faust moved his hand to the back of Mitsuki's neck, instead opting to firmly press his thigh against the man's crotch.

Mitsuki gasped out, a moan escaping his lips into the kiss. Taking his reaction to his own advantage, Faust slipped his tongue between Mitsuki's lips. Exploring every inch of his mouth while the man moaned out in response. Everything was moving so quickly, not that Faust minded. His own arousal being quite apparent through the tightening of his pants.

But, he didn't want to stop. No matter how 'wrong' it may be, it all felt so right. The drunken lust in the air, the heated arousal between the two men, the intoxicatingly sweet scent of blood, all of it was too perfect to even consider letting go. And letting go was not something Faust was willing to do, not when what he desired was right in his grasp.

His last threads of reason snapping into pathetic strands, Faust pulled away from the kiss and turned Mitsuki around, helplessly grinding his arousal against the white-haired man's behind. "Mmh! Faust-" "Mitsuki..." Faust groaned, his desperation dripping into his voice. "Please, Mitsuki... Let me fuck you. I want to shove my cock deep in your ass and pump you full of my cum, claim you as mine, make you scream my name." He begged.

Mitsuki moaned out at the absolute filth that fell from Faust's lips. Those words alone mixed with the image they created nearly made him jizz his pants. The offer, or rather, the plead was an extremely tempting one. One he didn't think he could refuse. "Yes... Please... Do as you please with me..." Mitsuki whimpered.

Time seemed to fly by in their combined horny desperation. And suddenly, both men were completely naked, with Mitsuki bent over a desk with Faust's fingers inside him. Prepping him. "Ahh- Faust... mmh.. please..." he moaned out. "Yes, angel?" "Please... Take me already... I want to belong to you."

"Fuck..." Faust growled, slowly sliding his fingers out of Mitsuki's entrance. Earning a drawn-out moan from the man. Giving his hardened cock a few strokes, Faust aligned the head of his member with Mitsuki's hole. "Are you ready?" he purred, "Are you ready to get fucked dumb?" "God- Yes, please, Faust." Mitsuki begged.

Not wasting a moment's hesitation, Faust quickly slid his cock deep inside Mitsuki, both men groaning in unison. "Shit... You're so tight..." Faust grit his teeth, grabbing onto Mitsuki's hips as he began to slowly thrust in and out. "Mmhm! F...Faust!" "Heh... Are you enjoying this? Does- fuck.. Does having my cock inside you feel good?" Faust cooed.

"Y...Yes! Please, Faust... Harder.." "Hmm..." Faust lightly tapped his fingers. "Very well... But..." He quickly sped up his motions, his hips snapping against Mitsuki's as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. "Use my first name... Mmh... Call me Johann..." Faust demanded.

Faust's movements sped up once more, his hips snapping erractically as his cock slid in and out of the white-haired man's hole. The feeling was too intoxicating, the feeling of Mitsuki's walls tightening around his cock was too perfect. God, why hadn't he considered doing this sooner?

"Fau- mm.. Johann, I'm- I'm clos-" Mitsuki moaned. Faust slid one hand between Mitsuki's legs, wrapping his hand around the man's cock, giving it slow and methodical strokes. "Very well..." He leaned closer to Mitsuki's ear, "Cum for me." Feeling his body shudder in pleasure, Faust sank his fangs into Mitsuki's shoulder. A loud moan erupting from the young man's throat as the vampire lapped up the crimson that dripped from the bite. Causing pleasure to course through both their bodies.

Suddenly, Mitsuki's climax fell over his body. His cum splashing and coating both the desk and Faust's hand. The sudden tightening around Faust's cock triggered his own release, spilling everything inside Mitsuki and painting his walls white. After calming down from their respective orgasms, Faust pulled out. "We'll have to do this again sometime, but for now, let's clean up." He whispered, gently rubbing Mitsuki's back.

Mitsuki smiled, "Of course, Johann."

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[klutzyroses]

Seductive Sunrise

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Dazai x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Day 10 | Morning sex | "Come back to bed."

Tags: NSFW, female reader, cunninlingus, edging, penetration

Word Count: 1403

My entry for Kinktober! Tagging @kissmetwicekissmedeadly , @xxsycamore for this super spicy event!💖

The sound of sheets shuffling was the only sound in the room when bright luminous eyes, veiled by thick eyelashes as the beautiful woman awakened from her pleasant slumber. She dazedly surveyed her surroundings, finding herself in a familiar room in a familiar warm embrace, her soft lips curling into a little smile upon seeing the source of her warmth. Her beloved was mostly coiled around her, having her cocooned in his arms safe and sound, his even breathing a soothing melody to her ears. It was quite rare for her to awaken before he did, even if it was early sunrise. But it was a welcome event, after all, she hardly saw the novelist look so sweet, she could hardly resist reaching over and gently brushing plum colored strands out of his face, careful not to disrupt his slumber. Admiring him for just a bit longer than intended, she shifted slowly out of his arms, ever so slowly so as to not break his sleep and shuffled to the edge of the bed until she was at the wooden edge in a seated position, unconsciously protecting him from the soft orange of the early morning sun beaming through the curtains. She remained stationary for a moment before moving to lift herself to her feet, having every intention of returning to him with his favourite breakfast, until a hand closes over her wrist.

"Eeek!" Jolting from surprise she whipped around, ignoring the hair smacking into her face as her large sparkling eyes met the golden autumn gazing back at her with adoration, causing her tension to melt away as she placed her hand on her heart.

"Goodness, you scared me...I didn't realise you were awake." He smiles softly, a little forlorn as he peers over his love's braced form.

"Are you leaving me so soon?" She felt a slight pang at the look in his eyes. While it wasn't an endeavour to feel guilty about, she didn't feel so certain now.

"No, not for long, I just figured you might be a little hungry..."

The writer's gentle grip didn't relent as it began to tug her back towards him.

"That can wait until later. Come back to bed." His languid, seductive request left her unable to refuse as the beauty succumbed to his pull until she lay pressed against him once again.

How could she refuse him when he spoke in such alluring tones? When his fingers drew circles on her hips like he was? She couldn't help the soft sighs that left her as his lips began to leave kisses like droplets of rain on the side of her neck. Her fingers gently gripped at his clothed arm in a feeble attempt to dissuade him. It was far too early in the morning to arouse her like this, and she didn't quite fancy going about her chores a flustered mess. But this did not deter Dazai in the slightest as his kisses got progressively lower as his fingers expertly moved her thin nightgown, inching it off her gorgeous figure little by little, his kisses reaching her now bare shoulders.

"Shuji! What are you doing?" Her embarrassed inquiry is met with the playful golden gaze of the charlatan before her lips are claimed by him, pulling her closer to him whilst remaining laying on his side. She didn't resist his lips pressing against hers, nor did she resist when his tongue slid into her mouth, caressing her own and tangling around it like a sensual embrace. Her hands find their way into plum hair and weave her fingers through them as pleasured sighs left her into Dazai's mouth, which he gladly took in, eager to further seduce his love.

It isn't until he pulls back that she tries to regain some semblance of control over her situation before she gets too aroused to do anything. After all, her love is a tease and there was always that possibility that he would actively rile her up and then pull away, leaving her in this state. She knew the mischievous man holding her in his arms was more than capable of doing so, especially since she was now, for the most part, nude while he was in his yukata. She didn't have time to feel too flustered about that when the tease started sliding down the futon, a sultry smile on his lips as he never once broke eye contact with her.

"Shuji...? What...?"

"Just bidding you a good morning, my love..." Was his only answer before he disappeared ominously under the covers, as though diving under waves while she remained at the surface. When she felt her panties being slid down her legs, her eyes widened as realisation lights on her face.

"W..wait a second, Shuji hang-Ahh...on..." She could go no further as her protest trails off into a moan when she feels him lick against her entrance. It was completely unfair. He always knew exactly what to do and how to do it to turn her into putty in his hands no matter how much she tried to resist him. She mewled as she felt him lap at her again, unable to stop the heat brewing inside her, burning more with every little lick, teasing her, playing with her. All she wanted at that moment was...

"S...Shuji..p...please..." What was she asking for? For him to stop? For him to go further? She couldn't be sure, but her lover seemed to read her mind, or rather her body as he clears her mind of any doubts. Her back arches when he entered her with his tongue in one slick movement. She writhed and moaned, her senses fogging and her inhibitions fading away as her legs are pried further apart so the writer could taste her more. Her hands once again find his hair under the blanket and grip it, the lewd slick sounds of him devouring her merging with her cries of pleasure and the shuffling her body makes on the futon.

"Ah, ahhh, Shuji, mmmm!" The sensation of his tongue sliding against her inner walls made her forget what she was supposed to be doing. It would be interesting to explain to Sebastian why she was late but she was more than a little distracted to care a great deal. She could feel him pull her closer, not just to him, but to the edge, slowly guiding her along the path to ecstasy. Her body tenses as she feels herself barreling towards her peak, slightly rolling her eyes back in anticipation...

Only for him to stop and pull back from her. The maiden could've cried. Why was he such a tease?! She saw him move through the sheets until he emerged, like a hungry predator, his feline eyes almost glowing as they stare her down, a teasing simper on his lips as she took in his slightly dishevelled state. He looked utterly irresistible, his yukata falling off one side of his shoulder, displaying his sculpted physique, his hair in a state because of her tugging and gripping. The girl whined, lamenting her lost climax.

"S...Shuji, p...please don't leave me like this...I...I need you!" Her pleas brought a larger smirk to his face as he grips her thighs and slides his hands upwards to caress her hips. She was a vision, her deliciously bare body trembling and her pretty, pretty face flushed.

"How could I when you look at me like that?" He climbs aboard her shaking form, discarding his yukata on the way and presses kisses to her eyelids before thrusting into her, reveling in her melting in his arms.

"S...Shuji..." Her soft voice makes him pause to look at her face, pleasure and need written into her gorgeous features before a little smile adds on to her already stunning picture as a few stray rays of morning sunshine bathes her in soft orange, gold and white hues. He is temporarily immobilised by the beauty under him before the angel speaks once more.

"Good morning..." Unsteady, wanton but oh, so loving, melting his heart as the tenderness he felt in his heart reflected in his eyes, an equally tender smile appearing on his visage before he kisses her forehead, nuzzling her as his hips rock into her once more, eliciting a moan from her before whispering.

"Good morning, my little blossom.''

🌸

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[maeko-kun]

A request for the summer of smut, Comte and the MC bj with a cold tongue please

Cooling off

Fandom : Ikemen vampire

Characters : Comte de Saint Germain, Mitsuki

Warning : NSFW

●July 18th - Blow jobs with a cooled tongue ●

Part of @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore Summer of Smut Content Creation Challenge 3.0.

Here's Comte cooling off 🤭 I forgot to tell you can give title to your request since I'm not good at giving titles. 😅

Thank you very much for requesting Anon!😊

Whole image 🔞🤚

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[shookspearewrites]

Good evening my ducklings! As you may know, I have been taking writing commissions lately (I still have 2 slots open if you’re interested - Just PM me!) and I had the absolute joy of writing for @catherinec35 and I thought I’d share it with y’all~ 💛 

I hope you enjoy it, I did have an absolute blast writing it ^^

Warning: Contains explicit content of a sexual nature. Do not read if you are under the age of 18 or if you could be uncomfortable with such content. (Minors DNI)

Tagging @scummy-writes and @crystal13unny because they asked to be tagged, if you ever wanted to be tagged in my works, please just let me know ^^

- JJ x

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Theodorus van Gogh x Kathryn (OC) x Isaac Newton:

With every step she took, Kathryn turned heads at the lavish party she and her boyfriend Theodorus had been invited to. A far cry from her regular casual and comfortable attire, she was dolled up to the nines with absolutely no expense spared on Theo’s part to make his woman feel like a princess; A maroon velvet cocktail dress hugged her delectable figure, the off-the-shoulder straps framing her shoulders and collar bones so beautifully Theo swore she could be a painting. Kathryn’s hair, just a shade slightly more purple than her dress, was curled in neat ringlets and her face had been painted by a makeup artist - that Theo had insisted he hire for her - to highlight and accentuate her beautiful natural features. Although stunningly beautiful, the young lady felt a little out of place at such a fancy event without her lover to cling to as he was too busy speaking with clients. Her heart sank a measure when she reminisced on parties of the past in which Theo had drunk a little too much champagne and ended up escorting her to a quiet corner to lay his heart, and his body, bare to her.

Kathryn smiled smally as she sipped her champagne, more bubbles than flavour, hovering just behind her boyfriend who liaised with some fancy client in a suit who she didn’t particularly care to listen to, only drawn from her thoughts by Theo’s hushed voice in her ear, “Schatje, I’m a little busy,” cool Caribbean blue eyes flitted between his lover and the balcony, “Go and get some fresh air. You’ll have my attention in just a minute.”

“Okay,” she sighed a little dejectedly in response, her heels clicking against the fine marble floor until she reached the balcony, her heart dropping in her chest as she leant on the railing and gazed out at the perfect Parisian night sky. Kathryn clasped her delicate hands around her champagne flute, shifting her feet a little where she stood as the cool breeze hit the leg exposed by the high slit of her dress. The single blonde streak of the lady’s hair fell from its curl and in front of her face so it tickled her nose, making her chuckle pitifully at herself quietly.

“May I fix that for you, Miss?” A gentle, lilting voice almost sung by Kathryn’s ear. Turning around, she realised it was Arthur, her boyfriend's best friend, who reached out a gloved hand to fix the stray hair that hung out of place, "There we go, luv."

“Hey, Arthur,” her voice was confined to a small sigh, a mixture of sadness and relief, as she glanced up at her friend, “At least you’re here. Theo’s been too busy to even acknowledge me tonight.”

“Heartless bastard, leaving a beautiful woman lonely when she’s all dolled up for him,” he slipped off the black glove from his right hand and reached towards Kathryn, caressing the soft line of her jaw before leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “A foolish bastard too.” Kathryn tried to step back slightly from Arthur’s touch only to find herself backed against an ornate marble pillar, “Why don’t you let me entertain you tonight, my dove?”

“Hands off of her, Arthur,” Theo’s voice entered the space, commanding the air with his tone whilst the fine suit he wore was overshadowed by his scowl. The Dutchman reached out to grasp his girlfriend’s wrist, “Come on, hondje, let’s go-”

Smack. Her hand came down hard against his own wrist, making the art dealer pull back slightly in shock, his heart aching with a cocktail of anger, regret and jealousy as he observed the look of indignance that Kathryn wore. “Don’t pretend like you care all of a sudden Theo,” she spat, pushing past him to leave the party in a fit of rage and rushing out of his sight. Kathryn was still in tears when she reached the mansion, her chest tight and heart strings pulled to breaking when she pushed past Vincent in a flood of sorrow, like a moody cloud was hung above her head. Tears stained her reddened cheeks and the artist knew better than to pry so rather than console her himself, he rushed to find the only man that could.

“What do you want?” Isaac sighed tiredly, leaning against the doorframe as he observed Vincent’s anxiously shaken form through his glasses.

“Kathryn’s just come home and she looks very upset, I think she needs you.” Vincent smiled sympathetically at Isaac who nodded curtly and pulled his door closed behind him,

“Cheers,” he spoke quietly, pushing up his glasses before briskly walking through the halls towards his beloved’s room. Isaac’s throat felt tight and dry as he stood in front of Kathryn’s door, listening to her sniffle and sob, her sad little noises like a stab to his heart, “Kathryn?” He knocked on the door, opening it just a sliver to peek inside, “It’s Isaac, I’m coming in.” The second he was in the room, Isaac’s heart sank: Kathryn lay face down, her pretty face in her pillows which muffled her pained sobs. She should’ve felt like an angel in her stunning evening gown with her hair perfectly made up, not despairing as she was. “Oh, sweetheart.” The vampire sat down beside the young lady and stroked her hair, shooting her a small smile when she turned her face to look right at him, “Was the party really that bad?”

“T-Theo and I,” she sniffled, rolling over fully to tuck herself into Isaac’s warm embrace, comforted by his touch, “W-we had a fight.” Isaac tightened his arms around Kathryn, grateful to provide her some sense of safety and comfort when she nuzzled against his chest. She lifted her gaze to glance at Isaac, chuckling pitifully at herself before she spoke again, “Will you stay and cuddle me til I feel better?”

Isaac smiled sweetly at Kathryn, nodding in confirmation though, confusion plastered on his face when she removed herself from his embrace and wandered over to her vanity, “I can’t very well cuddle you if you’re all the way over there.” He watched his enchanting girlfriend slip out of her cocktail dress and wipe away her smudged makeup, admittedly making his trousers feel a little too tight around his crotch as he took in her lingerie-clad form. Kathryn’s flawless skin glowed in the faint moonlight, her smooth curves accentuated by a lacy crimson bra with a matching thong and garters, the colour reminding Isaac of the irresistible blood that pumped underneath her soft skin. “You wore those just for Theo?” He knew that his partners both had their nights alone together, much as he did with the both of them, but he couldn’t help the slight twinge of jealousy that stained his heart, “I do love him but by God he is an ass, and an idiot, leaving you on your lonesome when you look so ravishing.” Isaac stood up from his seat on the bed and crossed the room to Kathryn, taking a hold of her hips and pulling her flush against his own body, so close that she could feel the hardness laying in his trousers, “You’re irresistible.”

Feeling an unfamiliar rush of confidence fill her veins, Kathryn tangled her fingers in Isaac’s dusty pink hair and pulled at it, smirking at the needy whine that escaped his lips before whispering seductively in his ear, “Then don’t resist, Isaac. Take me.” 

Without a moment of hesitation, Isaac pushed his girlfriend to sit down on her vanity and crashed his lips against hers, snogging her messily as his yearning hands slid down her sides to grasp at her plush thighs and push them apart, grinding his clothed erection against her dampening slit. The couple were so preoccupied with each other’s burning desire that neither of them noticed the soft creak of the bedroom door opening or the entrance of their boyfriend until he spoke, “Well I did come to apologise but, seems like you’re busy, hondje.”

Kathryn gasped softly, her cheeks flushing peach with embarrassment as she locked eyes with Theodorus from across the room, though before the Dutchman could leave, Isaac turned to face him, his voice low and husky, “Why don’t you join in? I think our darling needs some extra attention tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” The taller vampire shut the door behind himself and quickly stripped down to his boxers, leaving his clothes in a messy pile on the floor before kneeling on the bed and beckoning to his lovers who both obediently rid themselves of their clothes and joined him there. Isaac lay himself down and coaxed Kathryn to hover above his face, blush staining his cheeks pink at the sight of the glistening arousal covering her sex.

Kathryn felt a flame of shyness flicker in her belly when Isaac brought her down onto his mouth, whimpering delightfully when his tongue circled her clit. The Englishman himself groaned softly at the taste of her sweetness, capable hands grasping at her plush thighs which squeezed against his cheeks as smug pride swelled in his chest. Theodorus leant over Kathryn’s small frame, biting kisses down his girlfriend’s neck, the scrape of his fangs against her delicate skin fanning the flames of arousal in Kathryn’s core which only provided more slickness between her legs that Isaac greedily lapped up. She could hear Theo’s thick Dutch accent in her ear, praising her as she rolled her hips and ground down against Isaac’s mouth, “Good girl, Kathryn.” Her thighs tensed and squeezed around her British boyfriend’s head, bringing more heat to his cheeks and making his peony pink eyes roll back in pleasure when she came messily undone all over his tongue, her nectar dripping down his chin. The three moved seamlessly to a more comfortable position, with Theo holding himself above Kathryn and Isaac wandering toward the desk to clean his face.

“I n-need you in me,” Kathryn panted, the aftershock of her first orgasm hitting her body in waves as lust darkened her vision, her gaze trained onto Theo, “Please.”

“Don’t make her beg, Theo,” Isaac warned softly, wiping the slick that soaked his chin away with a pristine white handkerchief, “Not tonight.” The brilliant scientist smiled carefully as he strolled back over to the bed and sat beside his girlfriend’s head, reaching out to stroke her curled hair gently away from her flushed face, “My princess needs to be treated as such.” Kathryn blushed brightly at Isaac’s tender nickname for her, smiling almost smugly when Theo pressed an uncharacteristically soft kiss against her cheek.

“Oké, but after tonight,” Theo’s left index finger hooked underneath her choker and tugged at it a little roughly, his voice a low growl when he continued, “Master isn’t going to go easy on either of you.” He shot his icy blue gaze at his boyfriend who gulped in excited anticipation, Isaac’s mind replaying countless nights of Theo roughly using his tight hole and rewarding him with intoxicating blowjobs when he thought he couldn’t handle any more. Theo discarded his underwear and carefully lined his impressively hard cock up to Kathryn’s inviting little hole, slowly pushing himself inside and groaning deeply at the way she squeezed around his length, “Fuck, baby.” The Dutchman grinned down at his girlfriend whose small hands grasped onto his broad shoulders, her eyes already filled with stars even though he hadn’t even begun to fuck her yet, “Always so tight for me, aren’t you? ‘S like your pretty little pussy was made just for me.”

Theo thrust his hips forward, the drag of his thick cock against her silky wet walls slow, hard and deliberate, tearing a delightfully sweet moan from Kathryn’s throat which made both of her boyfriends grin slyly at each other, “Is that good, darling?” Isaac cooed into her ear, tangling his left hand in her now messy mauve hair and pulling sharply, “Tell Theo how good he makes you feel.”

“A-ah,” Kathryn whined with pleasure, her sounds mingling with Theodorus’ own sinful groans and the gentle shudders of Isaac who had begun to slowly stroke himself by her side, “You fuck me so good-” she gasped sharply when Theo’s cock slid further into her tight cunt, bruising her cervix as he began to thrust into her faster and harder than before. The lady couldn’t make any coherent thought or sentence as her lover repeatedly hit against her g-spot, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he began to feel his climax quickly approaching. Isaac snaked his left hand between their bodies to rub tight, mind-numbingly pleasurable circles into Kathryn’s clit, making her walls hug Theo’s dick even tighter as a second orgasm came flooding over her, her moans surely heard throughout the mansion. 

“Godverdomme,” Theo’s hips stuttered as he came, hot and sticky inside Kathryn's walls. He panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before pulling out and turning his gaze over to Isaac whose cock was still in his hand, pumping it quickly to try and chase his own release. The younger vampire pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s nose, her piercing cold against his lips before he knelt himself down in front of Isaac and firmly grasped his erection, “I’ll finish you off.” Theo swiftly took Isaac in his mouth and hollowed his cheeks, only needing to suck on his cock a handful of times before the physicist moaned his name loudly and spilled his cum down his boyfriend’s throat. Both men, sweaty and spent, lay down in bed and wrapped their arms around Kathryn, with Isaac spooning her and Theo having tucked her head under his chin.

None of them could keep from smirking to themselves as they snuggled up together, the comfortable silence eventually being broken by Kathryn who sighed blissfully, “You boys are so good to me.” 

“You deserve it.” Isaac craned his head forward to kiss her jaw carefully while one of his hands drew soft circles against her thigh.

Theo agreed, his voice gruff and resigned, “You both deserve a lot more than me.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it, Theo.” Kathryn responded, sitting herself up and caressing the art dealer’s cheek, gazing down at him with a smile that could outshine the stars, “I love you, you big idiot.”

“As do I,” Isaac added, also having sat up, “We want you the way you are, even though you are often irrational, brash and thick.” The Englishman stood up and sauntered over to the wardrobe, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his naked body, “Come, let's all go and have a bath.”

“Mhm, that’d be nice.” Kathryn nodded as she got up from the bed and joined Isaac who handed her a towel of her own.

“Ja, oké,” Theo’s small smile widened to a grin when his lovers threw a towel at him, the white cotton hitting him in the chest with a dull thud, “I can’t say no to you two, anyway.”

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[janumun]

Afbranden Chapter 13: A Future (With You) [Last Chapter]

Pairing: Theo/Female Reader, [past] Arthur/Female Reader Rated: NSFW/18+ Words: Approx. 3100

Warning Tags: infidelity, explicit sexual content, hurt and comfort, eventual second relationship, Arthur main story spoilers, sad with a happy ending, vaginal fingering, oral and vaginal sex

Summary: Slow fractures creep across what you considered a happy, loving relationship; the inevitable break bleeding into your and Arthur’s lives, sure and sinister until it’s finally too much. The woman Theo holds untoward affections for finds herself lost and he… he is unable to stay and watch from the shadows as he has, all this time.

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9 months later

[A cottage in the countryside of Brabant]

Her hair’s grown much in length within the past several months, Theo observes, as she seats herself by the vanity to undo the braids the children she’s taken to teaching — during their time away from France — wove through for her. Perhaps she doesn’t care to cut it because of how it amuses her tiny pupils, to ‘dress’ her up during their breaks in between lessons. He’d once teased her about it; how his little puppy seemed to have adopted a litter of her own, to which she’d responded with a raised brow, a lopsided smile and a very sensual: Like this beautiful man I’ve got on my hands, one so very smitten with me?

She’d winked then before drifting straight out of his grasp. Leading him into a dance; she’d wished to get caught, she breathed against his lips, once he did. Nipping her moans along with the gentle brush of teeth, testing at her lower lip before he kissed her full.

It seems foolish, almost a time long past, to remember how he'd proposed they temporarily move back to his homeland while the Comte sorted matters in Paris. To have dealt with that frisson of fear, of her rejection, if she turned him down. If she didn't want him by his side, anymore... but she hadn't. She'd smiled, so joyous, and kissed him before she uttered her assent in a laugh she pressed against his cheek.

Now, fond of the place as she’s grown, she insists on being entirely foolish, thanking him for bringing her along to where he’d spent most of his childhood. Declaring they simply must visit his home once more sometime within the next year. His heart she’d taken for her own as if once more with the way she’d eased herself enough to speak of a future, with him. It was a foreign experience; to hear of another’s dreams no matter how minuscule they seemed and plot his path against hers, aligning themselves.

“I’m looking forward to seeing everyone again. Aren’t you, Theo? Although I wish le Comte hadn’t arranged return tickets for us.”

“Vincent’s letter mentioned they’re well. He also mentioned how none of them can wait to see you again.” He flashes her a knowing smirk. She laughs.

“I’m sure they’ve missed you too, especially Vincent. I can’t wait to see his reaction when he receives our gift.”

The entire day they’d spent within the nearest town, picking souvenirs for the mansion residents she’d stressed on buying. None of her hard-earned money she planned to keep for herself, for they’d find ‘better use’ in their gifts to their friends.

The sound of King’s eager bark gathers his gaze toward where his fur friend paws at her for attention she more than generously provides. Theo can’t help the grin that pulls at his mouth to witness the exchange. “My hondje seems far too fond of King than she does of her own master.”

She hums in thought at the assessment. “Perhaps… the master’s been rather out and about to give proper care to one he insists is his favorite partner. If you’re not careful, she might just make better friends with King.” His little traitorous friend seems content to bark his agreement before trotting out of the room in high spirits.

Theo snorts at the absurd notion; moving to haul himself off the bed and steal towards her. Heaving his scarf aside, he tosses it onto a nearby chair, stepping behind her. Sharp gaze fixated upon hers within the mirror. He reaches a hand out to ease her free hair over to one shoulder, dragging his palm, slow, across the exposed flesh. She, predictably, shivers; it sets the blood raging tighter within his veins. “Oh? Are you trying to fish for attention?”

She tips a hooded gaze over her shoulder, pink tongue darting to slick a quick path against her lip. Theo's own digits twitch upon her in response. A slow, torturous drag of her chemise off her shoulder.

A smooth delicate finger she moves to tap against her parted lips, “You seem well-aware so why don’t you do something about…” Carding fingers tight through her hair to angle her face upwards, he dips, letting his mouth slip against hers. One brush turning into another. Several kisses: soft, biting, chaste... then wet. Her hands are within his hair, jolting him closer; her hums pleased and delighted, breathless. It pilfers the air from his own lungs to hear the sound of her happiness.

As if he could — no he would — never tire of feeling her skin against his own. His heart, his body and desires ache and beg to flee in her direction every single time he moves to touch her. Each one: burning and singeing his soul like the very first time he'd put his hands on her. Consuming him bit by bit, with each single sound, each important gaze that seeks to find his in her love and lust and begs for him. An insatiable greed for this one woman; the bottom of a well he doesn't see in sight.

She bites down at his lower lip, her voice spills on a needy Theo, more. His entire rationale is bitter ashes in the wake of this one woman, at her mercy and he wants her — wants her as ruined as she has him, the devil within soughs in possession.

Hauling her off of the vanity’s chair and into his arms the second she tries and tests his patience; desperate lips moving against each other. Theo moves to sink his own bite into the plush of her lip — well-earned — her hold around his neck spasms at the stimulation.

Before she taps at him to be let down, impelling his body soon after onto the settee behind. Clambering on top of him, she cements an eager knee on either side of Theo’s thigh. Sinking down upon firm muscle, bunching the fabric of her gown, to expose her own. The warmth of her, damp beneath panties as she gyrates her hips against him. “Greedy,” he muses, his smile wide, — as if he is anything but — fingers threading secure through her hair before he tugs her mouth back against his, sweeping the taste of her onto his tongue.

Her restless digits rush down the line of buttons on his shirt as she moans against him; Theo hauls her tight into himself, catching up her wrists within a fist he pins to her breasts. She makes a sound of protest so needy, it tows a dark burst of laughter from his chest. Meeting her gaze, he holds it firm, flexing fingers in one warning squeeze, so she knows, “Not before I do, snoepje.”

Rebuked once, he tips his mouth back towards her jaw, her neck; dragging gossamer skin in between the bite of gentle teeth. The scrape of fangs he lets settle on her, she feels in each single searing kiss. His name’s a low, desperate prayer across her lips, nails digging into his fist demanding he kiss her. And he goes, to silence those garbling sounds of hers, sealing his mouth against hers till she jerks forward within his grasp. “Theo… Theo, I need you.”

The way each word seeps in desperation, a different kind; the bite of fingernails into flesh each time she moves to tug him closer…

Tongue testing one last sweep against her wet lips, he draws back to capture her gaze — warm in affection and lust so consuming, he feels his own arousal, uncomfortable, beneath the tight placket of trousers.

He’d held her close; he’d kissed and pleasured; drunk from her numerous times they’d lost count along with the sounds he’d pilfered right from her throat…. short of making love to her. Theo had no intention of drawing her into his bed, in that manner, any time soon, not if she wasn’t ready. He was a patient man, used to the test of endurance, but the way she looked upon him, as if her own breathless heaves were blanketed only through his body against hers, he had to halt and listen.

Shaping a palm against her cheek — she’s incredibly warm, he wants his mouth back on her soon — he asks, “Are you sure?”

Her answer is a sweet, gasping sound; a nod and the imprint of her lips as she tips her head, into the palm he holds against her cheek. “...More than I’ve ever been in my life. I want to take you… entirely.”

Theo's heart very nearly gives with how she coaxes his undoing, effortless, disastrous thing; how her affections — and comfort within their love — sifts through to the surface in a smile so vivid, he very nearly releases hold upon hard-bunched control within but this — her assent to be his, all of her…

“That’s a good response, hondje.” Mouth pulling apart on a grin, Theo teases a thumb against her own flushed smile as if he wishes to make sure it is true. Sweeps her back against him, forearms folding beneath and buckling the plush of her thighs as he lifts her. Theo basks in the taste of her high squeal of delight as it presses into his mouth before tossing her onto the sheets. “Don’t expect any mercy, hondje. Tonight, I’m not letting go even if you beg me to.” He can’t drag his shirt, fast enough, off of his back before discarding it, brusque, to the floor.

A happy, dazed smile framed by the glow of her cheeks; locks scattered as if floret vines across his pillows: she’s nothing short of exquisite art herself. He bites back the words before they tumble free off a traitorous tongue.

“I have a greedy lover on my hands, Theodorus van Gogh.” She quips his words right back at him.

Palms sinking into the mattress on either side of her body, he offers her a grin of his own. “Never denied it, hondje.” His hands are upon her, bunching the fabric of her nightgown in a drag up against her body. Tossing crumpled fabric and her bra off the side. Until she is entirely his to admire and touch; his breaths punched into a deliberate inhale to curve the path of her exposed collarbones, the swell of her breasts — the softest of grazes of fingernails across the tip has them puckering hard beneath a shuddering gasp.

If he’d been told she’d be here within his arms, that she’d be far more devastating — beautiful — beneath tracing fingertips, more so than he’d ever envisioned within vivid dreams; Theo might’ve laughed at the very notion of such folly. Dreams had always been just so; beautiful swathes of visions he’d been chasing after, since his humans years, stubborn as he was and now, not dead, as a creature of the night. That she chooses to relinquish herself to him of her own will, as if choosing to fulfil his dreams... He’s in love with this woman. It’s hard to think of any other state of being when she is beneath him like this: open affection across that crooked smile.

Theo breathes her in; a fortifying breath. Fingers following trail of a hungering mouth upon her, he hooks her legs apart, pressing into the space in between. A low gasp of discontent and desire breaks the air, “Theo—”

“Hands where I can see them,” he directs, harshly. Dark, sapphire gaze meeting hers — flushed — in between her legs, he tucks her panties to the side. And halts: the sight of wet folds, glistening with her arousal, flushed, erotic, his cock throbs at the sight and scent of her, it nearly drives him insane.

Eyes flickering her way, he quirks a brow — eyes on me — before he drags a broad swipe of tongue against her folds. Her jaw falls open, head thrown back onto a startled moan, shattering onto a hitched squeal as he hauls her closer. “This… is in the way,” he mutters, bunching her underwear to tear apart. “Don’t you dare look away.” The warning’s a low, rattling sound of lust, Theo tracks a harsh bite into the soft of her thigh to affirm that threat in place. She listens, trembling gaze returning to watch, a fist she presses into her mouth to bite, smothering her moans.

The entirety of her being as if made to hound and steal his senses. He withdraws his attentions back to how her pussy weeps; his own arousal tightens and burns with the urge for release. Moving forward to bury his face into her, his tongue steals a quick, angled path across her — she shivers but otherwise, remains obedient.

Good girl: he chuckles. Secretes his praise into her slit, Theo kisses and sucks a path across her. Nosing at her clit as he moves to curve his tongue into her. Her hips jump along with the groan that claws free of his body at her drenching his mouth, her taste, liquid addiction. His fangs, scrape against her and she moans a distant, broken sound. High, pitching higher, he moves to push two fingers into her depths. Her body immediately clamping onto the sensation with an obscene squelch.

Theo moves to wrench himself away from the intoxication of her body, pressing an open-mouthed smirk onto her mound. She’s whining as if a broken, wrecked thing; eyes clouding over and begging for release, the sight shoots straight to his groin. Adding a finger to the mess of her, scissoring into her walls; withdrawing slow before he thrusts in deep. Curving tapered digits up into her spasming walls to rub at that one specific spot he finds makes her clamp hard, scream loud.

Her breaths are labored, breaking apart the syllables of his name into three wonderful, fucked-out garbles — she could sound much more ruined, he knows she will — until she makes of his name, a senseless Th-eee-o. He relishes it, traipsing open mouthed kisses across her heaving belly, a twisted sound of laughter leaves the confines of his chest at her next scream. “You’re slurring your words, lekker ding. Don’t think I can decipher your whining like that.”

Her eyes are as round, as the formation of her mouth into an O as if she means to retort… before he breaks her for himself. Trapping his fingers as he hooks them into her depths, grinding against her spot, her voice flees entirely. Soundless cries and tears, her incessant shaking the only response of her body to her orgasm.

Trembling fingers reach to frame his face, weave through his hair before she heaves him onto her mouth, pressing heated breaths against his tongue and he lets her — for a few moments of reprieve. Extracting himself out of her — she whines into his mouth — before he draws away, smearing the tips of slick digits against her lips. Painting her glistening for himself before he sweeps in to sample.

She tastes just as — better. Divine, his mind whispers — than what he’d conjured within fever dreams; her body’s pliant beneath his touch and she is his, a primal part within snaps, rejoices.

Her fingers clutch into fists across his chest before she knocks him back gently; Theo lets her glide along with his own descent onto his back as she moves to trap him in between her legs. Unbuttoning his pants before those coveting digits reach into and palm at his cock; his palms convulse across the flare of her hips as she raises herself. Positioning his cock in between her thighs, gaze skewing to meet his.

“Sit on me— Godver!” He clenches out in between grinding teeth, fingers trailing across the slope of her ass to settle upon the small of her back to push. And she goes, thankfully, down. Theo’s unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of her nether flesh parting around him, drenched, tight, a feral growl singes free of his throat along with her choked whimper.

The erratic movement of her breasts along with her urgent thrusts upon him, streels his gaze and fingers, rolling the dark tips of them until she breaks onto a pleading whisper. Scraping fingernails across his scalp when he pitches his mouth across her nipple, sweeping a broad lap against the hardened peak. Squeezing at the soft flesh, a palm he forces down against her spine to guide when the symphony of her rhythm falters. Theo’s almost addicted to the sound of her voice around the syllables of his name, making and breaking apart. “T-That! This feels… i-insane!” she gasps.

“Insane? So it feels good then.” The smirk he feels pulling around the release of her peak to nip in between her breasts. She yelps, the torturous, wet squeeze of her pussy around his length dragging his own grunt.

“S-So…” She breathes, shatters, head tipping back in pleasure but he’s there, gathering a palm at the back of her head to pull her gaze towards him. Keeping her from withdrawing too far. She tries and frowns, around her breathless sounds — fails — before attempting words. “So… very aware and — ah — modest t-too.”

Her palm caressing across a firm pectoral before she finds her own target and pinches at his nipple in between middle and index — the pleasure that jolts through him at her audacity blooms white-hot just as her stuttering phrases, coiling into his groin.

“Buckle up, hondje.” He grins, fierce, riled; tongue sweeping a path against glistening teeth as he folds his hands beneath the give of her ass, lifting — she whines her protest — and tosses her back towards the pillows. Sweeping just as soon after, inhuman brisk reflexes sanding in, he fists a hand beneath the back of her head before it meets the headboard. Fixating a firm grasp across her arm, knees knocking her thighs apart to hold her down hard. Theo snaps his hips forward, entering her on a swift thrust, she screams to her God on her next, fractured breath.

“Your words are pleasant to hear, snoepje. Make me want to prod at you.” Letting her head roll onto the down of their pillows as she sobs out broken, beautiful sounds, he feels his own release rising imminent within his groin. “But you sound sexier when you can’t form them, let alone gather sane thoughts.”

Looming over; every single propulsion brushes against her clit and she’s pretty and ruined beyond measure as she unfurls her arms towards him. Securing his head within the crook of her shoulder, as if she’d never let go. Theo breathes his final warning, hot against her neck, “Sing louder, mijn liefje.” Tongue sweeping a desperate, wet path against her skin before he plunges aching fangs into her, just as her walls flutter and drench in a tight hold around — she listens, obedient, and screams her release.

The light streaming in is merciless against his closed lids and her fingers are restless, feathering patterns across his chest; he catches her wrist within a loose, languorous fist before dragging it up to his mouth in a nip. “....My hondje’s got the energy to play so early in the morning?” Meeting her wide-eyed, contrite gaze as he tips his head at her, half-draped across him.

“I am… sorry?” Wriggling the digits of her captured wrist before she smiles.

He beams, unkind; the Devil. “Don’t apologize. I’ve got energy to spare.” She releases a choked sound of disbelief, gathering his palm within her free hand just as he's moving to slip it in between her legs.

“Thank you, no. I am sore and satisfied.” She breathes, feathering a kiss against his captive fingers. Angling a sanguine brow at him. “Perhaps this afternoon…”

He laughs then, a surprised, unrestricted burst of happiness. “As soon as we’ve had breakfast, I’ll need my sugar, knabbeltje.” He amends. She returns to peppering open-mouthed kisses across his neck, his face — he almost considers asking her to give way before his heart does. Almost.

But she is merciless, a finger traces familiar patterns right across his heart. “What are you doing?”

“Writing. Words. Since you’re fond of them.” She skews a loving grin his way, dangerous—

Gathering herself up above him before she drops in for a kiss. Murmuring her words against his mouth, the truth of her heart, fracturing his own to fall into her palms. “…Ik hou van je, Theo.” Brutal, cruel but she's still just his.

I love you, too. More than life, more than I’ve ever loved and I will, for as long as my heart continues to sound its renewed beats. Across centuries and through time, schatje, I will.

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End Notes: Thank you all for joining me for this long, almost an entire year long journey. This story has been so very dear to me and I'm delighted I got the chance to share it with you all. And for Nana, who let me run with this spark of idea, starting with some soft loving wisps for Theo and the prompt she requested:

I am so sorry, Nana and thank you for letting me write this, ILU2!!

Ahem, friends, you can find the rest of my stories within my master-post here.

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[juminly]

Chained

Smut Drabble with Ikémen Vampire Sub!Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader. A/N: I got inspired by this art from Twitter. 🐾 –♥–  "Arthur?" You called out inquisitively the moment you opened the door to your lover's room. You've been looking for him for quite some time yet he was nowhere to be found. However, the sight before you almost made you choke on your own saliva, the look on his face had you tongue-tied and your eyes widened almost immediately. Leaning forward with his knees spread beneath him, clad in only a few bits of leather... This man was planning to drive you absolutely mad. You knew he had it in for you as our now cat-eared lover was clad in only a few bits of leather: a black thong and a matching collar wrapped around his neck and the handle hanging on the edge of the bed... a silent invitation. "Kitty caught your tongue, love?" he rasped in that lilting voice of his, that same voice that entranced you, intoxicated you and infuariated you. How was it even possible that he had so much power over you when he was submitting himself fully to you? Sneaky son of... His chest heaved with bated breath as he traced the tip of his tongue on his lips slowly and teasingly, just like the way he loved doing things. Your eyes followed the trail of his fingers as he circled and pinched one nipple and then the other, hissing under his breath before he began to hike down to his Adonis belt, the taut muscles of his slender body contracting under his smooth touch. "I haven't been able to get you out of my head, darling. My thoughts... I kept falling into this dark abyss of desire for you..." As he continued to speak while breathing heavily, you felt your own desire pooling between your legs as you saw his erection standing hard and tall against his abdomen, the tip of his cock angry red and oozing with precum. "I'm aching for you, love. I've been thinking about how much I want to taste you... how I want your hands on me... touching me... caressing me..." The moment his hand inched closer to cock, you rushed to grip the end of the leash and pulled on it, making him teeter forward, his other hand landing on the bed for balance to stop himself from falling on the bed face first. He looked utterly beautiful and stunning, sitting on the bed on all-fours, so greedy and so needy. For you. "Come here like the good kitty that you are. I'll give you what you want and make you feel good, baby." You saw a glimpse of a pleading expression wash over his face only for a brief moment before his lips quirked up in a salacious half-smile. The usual panty-dropping one. Still, that look in his eyes was more than enough to tug on your heartstrings before the man of your most wicked fantasies became crawling over to you in a cat-like manner. You could've sworn that your heart was going to beat out of your chest from the intense rush of your blood. You weren't even sure if the room had gotten hotter or this was so arousing because this whole thing was so unexpected. You gulped loudly as you watched Arthur sneaking closer, his back muscles rippling as he finally reached your spot on the edge of your bed. As you pulled on the leash once more, your gaze was locked with his deep sapphires, swimming in an ocean of lust and yearning, his wanton lips parted to suck in a breath when you leaned close enough to kiss him but still too far to completely close the distance between you. "My sweet kitty. Why don't you be a good boy and tell me what it is you want?" you purred against his lips, which he licked in anticipation, his orbs gleaming with unshed tears that threatened to well up from his restraint, the same restraint that was threatening to break because of your presence near him. 

The thought alone had you reeling but... but, you were going to make him beg for it first. Just a bit. Before you broke... You wanted to crash your lips onto his and grip his thickness in your hand, spreading his own slickness over his length and pumping him fast and slow as you swallowed all his beautiful moans in a breathtaking kiss as he lost himself to your touch.

Biting his lip, a resigned smirk appeared on his much too handsome visage and he crooned. "I want you to kiss me... I want you to touch me... Please... I just want you."  He swallowed slowly, locking his hands behind his back in a sign of total submission and blinked up at you beseechingly. "I need you, love... I..." You silenced him with your lips. There was no chance that you were denying your kitty after he's been so good. –♥– Please feel free to leave comments/feedback!💜  Masterlist Tagging @shhhlikeme @sweetlittlemouse 💜

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[fandom-collective-writers]

Three’s Company

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Theo x MC x Arthur Prompt: Do you like it when he watches? Warning: NFSW, Smut Requested by: Anonymous @ikemen-discord-writers Written by: kiarigirl Word Count: 1717

Summary: What happens with best friends fall in love with the same woman, but are too afraid of ruining the relationships they have?  Arthur gets a surprise gift when Theo allows him to play voyeur in a session of make-up sex

A/N: I truly felt like these two men would definitely want a threesome with each other and MC, but wanted to play off the exhibitionist/voyeur kink as well.

The night was quiet as Sara walked the grounds of the mansion.  A cool breeze washed over her, reminding her that it was nearly spring time.  Buds dotted the trees promising to create the perfect canopy to protect the denizens from the rays of the sun.  Sara froze for a moment when she heard the yapping of a dog near to her.  “King?”  She called for the dog and it bounded over to her.

From out of the shadows stepped Theo.  His broad uncovered chest seemed to glow in the moonlight.  Sara took one look at him and swallowed down the urge to touch him.  She was still angry at him for making a big deal about spending time with Arthur.  The two men were practically inseparable so what was wrong with her trying to get to know Arthur better?  “What are you doing outside at this time of night, Hondje?”  Theo’s voice was low, but still loud enough that Sara could hear him clearly.

She knelt down, fingers brushing through the golden fur of Theo’s pet.  A part of her refused to look at him.  He hadn’t yet apologized to her and still, she opened her lips to reply.  “I was lonely and couldn’t sleep so I thought a walk outside would help me.”  King rolled over onto his back waiting for Sara to pet his belly, to which she promptly did.  Still her eyes stayed on the dog and not on the man she loved.

“Here’s let’s go in and we can talk,” Theo said.  He called King back to his side as he walked to the door leading into the mansion.  Sara watched as they left.  She wrung her hands together while biting her lower lip.  It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to Theo, she did, but she knew Theo had a way of sweet talking her into forgiving him while never apologizing to her.

As Sara stood still unmoving towards the door, someone near cleared their voice.  “Ahh, if it is the most beautiful bird in all of Paris.”  Arthur looked down over the balcony at the lone figure in the garden.  “What has you so troubled?”

Sara gazed up to the skirt chasing writer.  It was, she thought to herself, a puzzle how someone so flirtatious and open was best friends with the ever stoic, Theo.  “We had a disagreement the other day and now he wishes to talk to me.  I guess, I’m just worried that he means to end our relationship,” she said.  It was only a little white lie, nothing that they could prove to be false.  “You’re his friend, will you come with me to his room?”

Arthur’s lips turned into a frown.  Theo, dumping Sara?  The lanky author could not imagine that happening but if Sara was scared enough to ask him to accompany her, then he’d do the gentlemanly thing and agree.  “I will meet you in front of his room.”  He turned and as quick as he appeared, he was gone.

Sara dropped her hands to her side and moved towards the mansion.  If Theo didn’t apologize, she wasn’t sure what would happen.  

A light feminine knock captured Theo’s attention.  “She came,” he sighed to himself as he finished changing from his day wear into a robe.  Beneath it was just a pair of shorts.  He grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open, but what he saw standing in his doorway was not what he had been expecting.  “Sara and Arthur?”  Confusion and jealousy hung like a curtain around the threesome.  He looked at Arthur as his fingers encircled Sara’s wrist.  One gentle tug was all it took to get Sara into the room and away from Arthur.  “What are you doing here, with Hondje?”

Arthur grinned, his face betraying no emotions other than pleasure.  “She asked me to accompany her to your room.  I am here at the lady’s request.  May I come in?”  He was already stepping across the threshold before Theo stepped aside.

Theo looked at Sara, his blue eyes darkening.  Hadn’t he already scolded her about getting too close to Arthur?  He had been prepared to apologize but now, it seemed like a moot point.  Sara, grabbed Theo’s hand as Arthur walked towards the window.  “I was worried that after I disagreement the other day that you’d-- That you would break up with me.  I asked him to come as support should you leave me broken hearted.”

Theo sighed, his heart heavy knowing that he had made this fair woman so upset.  He guided her towards his bed where they both took a seat.  “I could never do that to you,” Theo said.  Arthur smiled at the reflection in the window as he listened to Theo.  He could have left and not felt guilty, since Sara’s worried had instantly been calmed but he stood pretending not to be there.  The dashing art dealer brushed his fingers over Sara’s cheek before pulling her closer.  “I wanted to say I was sorry.  I know I should have trusted you more, but I know how Arthur can be with women.”

Sara bit her lip hard enough that when her teeth released it, a tiny trickle of blood ran down her chin.  “I’m sorry too,” she said.  “I know you get jealous easily, but I didn’t realize that you would be upset over my friendship with Arthur.”

Arthur frowned when he heard her call him a friend.  He would never say it out loud, because Theo was his best friend, but his own feelings for Sara were more than that of friends.  He watched as the crimson liquid dripped from the open wound on Sara’s lip.  It was enough to make blood rush to his cock.  He exhaled slowly and dropped his hands so that neither Theo or Sara could see what she did to him.

Theo’s own body had a very similar reaction.  He pulled Sara’s mouth to his, licking at the sweet coppery blood that called to him.  One hand fell to the robe’s belt and tugged.  The garment fell open revealing more of his body than either Sara or Arthur had seen in a while.  He pulled her hand to the sizable bulge beneath the shorts he wore.  “I need you, Sara.  Please allow me to make love to you.”

Sara fumbled with his shorts before hearing the mock cough coming from Arthur.  “Do you like it when he watches?”  It was asked in jest, something she didn’t expect to be answered.  She rather imagined, Theo telling Arthur to leave.

Theo turned his gaze towards the window and found Arthur's gaze staring back.  They were begging to allow him to stay.  Even if Arthur knew Theo would never share Sara with him or anyone else, the least he could hope for that Theo would allow him a glimpse of the paradise he was denied.  Theo turned back to Sara, a grin on his lips.  “If he keeps his back to us like that, he can’t see anything.  I don’t mind if he listens.  I’ve had to listen to him often enough before we met you.”

Arthur would thank Theo later for the gift he had given him.

Sara pushed the robe and shorts off of Theo as he unlaced her corseted dress.  Material fell in piles as layer by layer, Theo undressed his human lover.  He knew that Arthur was watching everything through the reflection in the window so he made sure to make it slow.  Once she was devoid of clothing, she pushed Theo down into the bed.  Her thighs parted, straddling his calves.  She crawled up over his legs unknowingly giving Arthur a wonderful view of her cunt.  

Theo’s hand went to her hips and without warning, pulled her down against him.  His cock impaled her, which was all it took for Arthur to remove his cock from his pants.  No one would hear him, he assured himself mentally.  As Theo slid Sara’s body up and down, Arthur attempted to match them stroke for stroke.  The way Sara’s body reacted to Theo impaling her drove Arthur mad with lust.  Could she react the same way if it was him pinned beneath her luscious body?

Sara’s body leaned down towards Theo’s chest.  His mouth moving up, his tongue lapping at the dusky hued nipple.  The tiny nub reflexively hardened as warmth encapsulated it.  The tinkling of soft moans filled the air in the room.  The sound was that of a lover in the throws of heated passion.

Before long groans mixed into the melody that made up the soundtrack of the night.  Theo couldn’t get enough of Sara, and Arthur couldn’t get enough of the young couple.  Arthur bit his lip trying to keep his groans beneath the level of Theo’s.  He didn’t want Sara to know that he was getting off to watching her have sex with his best friend.  Fingers gripped tighter as she stroked his cock a bit faster now.  The writer hung on the edge of orgasmic pleasure, waiting for Theo and his lover to finish.

Theo could smell how close Arthur was to coming and knew if they were going to cum together he had to take decisive action.  He rolled Sara onto her back letting her body sink into the soft mattress.  Then, his mouth pressed into her neck.  

Sara gasped then moaned louder, her body twitched as pleasure swept through her fast.  She clung to Theo’s back, feeling the familiar explosion of seminal fluids deep inside of her.  Her own orgasm struck leaving her a whimpering mess of tangled limbs.  

Arthur grunted, no longer certain he could hold back.  He knew what Theo had done and why he had done it.  He had protected his friend and saved him from what would surely have been a very embarrassing situation not to mention one that could have severed the friendship he had with Sara.  

After cleaning up the mess he had made, Arthur quietly exited the room.  Neither man spoke to the other, what was there to say in truth?  Thank you for indulging in my perverted kink, seemed tacky and really, which one of them had been indulged?  It would be something neither spoke about openly for a good long while.

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[odissey061]

Kinktober, day 17

Fandom: ikevam

(also, happy bday Comte)

Comte + Formal wearing

The night of the ball was coming and the mansion was in turmoil. Usually le Comte didn't celebrate his birthday, but this year his fiancèe pressured him to throw a party and he couldn't refuse anything she asked him. So that October they decided to organize a party at the mansion. Comte told her that the guests were a few, but she knew that what he knew by "little" in truth were at least fifty.

The party had already started and from the dressing room she could hear Mozart playing the piano. She was almost ready, she only had to put on the earrings and she nostalgically smiled when she noticed they were the same pair that let them meet . Her fiancèe had embellished it with smeralds.  

Someone knocked at the door, but she already knew who he was. "Ma chérie, are you ready?" the man asked and she answered, stretching the hand on the back:"Almost. I have some problem with the buttons". He walked towards her and the moquette muffled the slight noise.

"You are so attractive with this dress on, chèrie" he complimented, "The top emphasizes your bodice and the cloth leaves bare your beautiful neck". And it tempts  me so much, he wanted to add. 

His strong hands went on her waist and his lips caressed the neck with soft kisses. For a second, their eyes met in the mirror and her guts twiched seeing the restrained desire in them. Le Comte could behave as a well behaved and well mannered gentleman as much as he wanted, but that façade vanished in front of her.    

A floreal, gentle scent came to her nose. Lilies and roses, accompaniated by an acid note of lemon. It was one of her favourite fragrances. She hummed satisfiyed of his choice. "Something of my action has gained your approval" he wondered and she confirmed:"Your perfurme, I really love it". "I know. I chose this for this reason. It’s one of the ways I have to please and spoil you" he commented. It wasn't right: he always made her feel like a spoiled princess, a treasure that he had to cherish.        

  "It doesn't feel right: you always spoil me, even when it's your birthday and I should have the task of pleasing you" she protested, but he answered:"Spoiling you constantly is one of my duties as your lover. How could I call myself your lover if I fail in this basic task". He ignored her annoyed moan to continue:"Plus this dress is more for me than for you. The pleasure I get when you wear a dress, bought by me, is an exclusively male thing", "But I know the pleasure of when you take them off" she commented. 

"Right" he agreed and she proposed:"Do you want to take it off now?". His smooches arrived close to the hem of the dress and le Comte, instead of buttoning it, loosened the laces, revealing her corset. "Since when ma chèrie is so naughty and tempting?" he asked rhetorically, but he indulged:"If this is what ma belle desires, who am I to deny her needs". 

He quickly took off the corset and the nipples grew rigid at the contact with the cold air. From the lower back, his fingers left a hot trace up the spine as he turned her head in a demanding kiss. She arched the back, whispering and to his touch. 

“You are perfect, so perfect. The stars in the sky become ugly in front of you” he praised her. Blushing for those words, she wondered what she had done to deserve a man so madly in love with her. He cupped her breast, caressing them, and she threw the head back, closing eyes and enjoying how he played with her body. Two, three digits disappeared between the legs and she cried out in pleasure, screaming his name as he let his fingers move in and out her cunt. 

Their eyes met in the mirror and she felt the need of diverting the gaze, but he forced her with a sweet voice:“Don’t look away, ma belle. I want you to realize what a breath-taking creature you are, you are like a beautiful, rare flower that blooms only with my touch. Can you see it?". 

She watched her reflection and the mirror gave back an imagine extremely erotic: her cheeks were flushed, the eyes, burning with pleasure, were half lidden, her back leaned on his chest and her nipple were perkier than usual. She could understand what Comte meant. Behind her Abel was in a similar disheveled state: his clothes were wrinkled, the hair messy and the breath was ectic. His eyes shone of the playful glint of a commander as he admired his newest conquest. 

Fingers clawed into his slacks as his hand disappeared underneath her lace panty and she parted the legs wider, giving him easy access to her womanhood. Her moans came loud as soon as he touched her and Comte emitted a throaty chuckle.

She felt a pressure against her ass and she moved the hand to caress the clothed erection.  Abel released a deep and rich moan in her mouth and an animal voice inside his mind told him that she was ready. Enough with the foreplay, he needed her right at the moment. Le Comte plasmed her body, placing her palm on the vanity , bending her back a bit down and his knee forced her legs apart. Comte completely gave in to his animalistic instinct, his primal needs. 

With a violent move he tore her slip apart, the sweet scent of your essence making him dizzy. Comte had loved in the past, but what he felt for you was beyond love. No words could describe what he was feeling for you. No words could describe how deeply he desired you. And no words could describe how much he needed you. 

Her legs began to shake and stars exploded in front of her eyes. She was so close, but he withdrew the hand. “No!” she whined and Comte chuckled amused, giving a smack on her buttocks:“Don’t worry. I will give my naughty little girl what she wants and needs”.

By the time she felt the tip of his cock teasing her entrance and a scream spilled from her mouth as he pressed inside. She tensed, moving her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. She felt so good! One hand got lost in her hair, the other placed on the hip.  She watched her breasts bouncing in the mirror, watching the lascivious expression of your lover. “So beautiful, don’t you think so? You are so beautiful… So unbelievably beautiful… And you are mine… Mine...” Comte cooed throatily. His breath grew more erratic, as did his thrusts. They were panting and moaning messes by now, lust and desire controlling every part of the brain. 

Comte squeezed her ass, pulling her hair. Drops of sweat were running down his temples, eyes dark with raw desire and she gazed to the side, looked into his eyes with so much love and passion. The pureblood glared at the mirror, seeing the stunning and lovely sight of her body. 

He hit the bundle of nerves, deep and hard, and she came undone, her whole body was shaking in sheer ecstasy. He grabbed her chin, kissing her deeply, hoping that it could never end. Le Comte moaned loudly, following her into a world where nothing but love and desire existed.

After some minutes passed in the utter silence, broken by the noise of playful smooches, he spoke gazing at her:"Your makeup is still up". From his tone of voice, she couldn't understand if he was disappointed or not. "Yes, luckily you didn’t mess up too much. At least this time we don't have any torn clothes, that would have been a problem for the party" she agreed, adding mentally: and I still walk and I still have coherent thoughts. Last time I wasn't so lucky. 

With gentle and caring moves, he adjusted her corset and the dress, leaving smooches on the free patched skin. “Thank you, now I’m ready to attend the party” she smiled and Abel gazed in her eyes with a serious look:”It should be me who thank you. You have organized this party just for me. It's been you who taught me that time has a value. When I mean you are a miracle for me, I really mean it, chèrie. Thank you for coming in my life”. She disagreed:”No, thank you for giving me back the earrings at the Museum. I wouldn't be here if you wouldn’t have taken them. Now, shall we go to the party?”. Le Comte smiled, taking her arms under his, and together they walked down the staircase. 

#Ikevam Comte #Ikevam Comte de Saint-Germain #Comte smut #Ikevam smut #Comte x reader

[crazyfreckledginger]

Leonardo Da Vinci x Reader x Comte De St Germain - “Between Old Friends” [Part 2]

After someone tried to kill the Comte, and his old friend gets in the crossfire as well, you thoroughly worry them during their painfully slow recovery. When you understand that Rouge isn’t helping enough and there is a chance the attempted murderer comes back to finish the job, you take the matter into your own hands, and you’re not taking no for an answer.

A/N: I don’t know how good this smut is, it was hard to write, over a bunch of days and I simply don’t have the time to proofread anymore, I’m sorry for disappointing all of you.

Warning: oral sex, biting, threesome, riding, fingering, teasing, basically take the title of the fic literally with a bunch of kinky shit lmao.

“Huh?” His eyes widened in surprise, she didn’t have to look to know that his friend was equally caught off guard.

“No,” he replied sternly.

“You know you have to, whoever did this to you will come back to make sure you are both dead, so you need to heal as quickly as possible and the only way to do this it to drink from me.” She explained.

Leonardo was frowning now as well, understanding her point but not wanting to diminish her to a blood bag.

“Please, just until you are both fully recovered.” Her pleasing eyes must have got to the Comte because he glanced at Da Vinci, until a silent agreement was made between them.

“Do you know what you are getting yourself into?” He towered over her now.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You’re a good girl,” his hand gripped her wrist and pulled her against his chest. Comte dipped down, lips grazing her ear before they trailed down her neck, making a shiver course through her entire body. His tongue slithered out and licked her shoulder blade. The sound of a screeching chair didn’t snap his attention out of the moment as Leonardo planted himself right against her back, hand nesting among her hair.

A small wince escaped her gritted teeth as St Germain sank his fangs into her skin.

Her slender fingers grasped his shirt as he kept her wrist against him, other hand tightly pressing her against him to keep her secure.

No sooner than that, her head was pulled back by her hair and the back of her head was firmly held down on the inventor’s shoulder by his gloved hand before his nose nuzzled down to the opposite side of her neck.

Her cheeks flushed beautifully, feeling her skin become hotter and hotter until it burned overwhelmingly. Her breathing became ragged as le Comte sucked a little more forcefully as his old friend sank his own fangs into her.

The ecstasy she was feeling was so unbearable that the girl didn’t even register the second set of teeth that protruded inside of her.

Small whimpers and cries escaped her throat as Leonardo smirked, clearly enjoying this.

“You make the sweetest of sounds, cara mia,” he purred. Her fingers gripped le Comte’s shoulder tightly as he pulled his fangs out and left a trail of kisses along her skin.

(Y/N)’s eyelids struggled to remain open as Leonardo followed suit, discreetly removing his gloves before a hand slid down her clothed chest and towards the waist band of her skirt.

The woman gasped loudly before the pureblood captured her lips in a hungry kiss.

Da Vinci’s hand traveled down inside her panties, making her moan into the other’s mouth. Skillfully, he rubbed her already soaked bundle of nerves.

“Mmh, you’re so wet for us.” He chuckled, rubbing her faster.

Whining, she held onto his wrist, wanting him to go a little slower so she wouldn’t collapse on the floor from the rush of pleasure.

Ignoring her silent pleas, her hips bucked against his, ass creating friction against his crotch. He groaned loudly into her ear, biting his lip in arousal and muttering an italian curse word as well.

Comte’s nimble fingers unbuttoned (Y/N) shirt before pulling it right off, and exposing her bra-supported breasts.

Almost inconspicuously, his fingertips slid her bra straps off her shoulder, replacing the fabric with his own lips.

With Leonardo’s other hand, he unclasped her bra and held her waist tightly to prevent her from squirming so much.

As her naked breasts revealed themselves to golden eyes, Comte pinched and teased her nipples, kneading and licking her chest. One of her hands slid into his hair and pulled lightly, her throat attempted to release a sound but the skillful work of the inventor in assaulting her cunt with a few fingers only silenced her further.

The latter’s teeth teasingly nibbled on her earlobe, occasionally groaning at how hard he was getting from her hips pushing against him, as the Comte’s teeth nibbled on her nipple, squeezing her unassaulted breast with his hand.

Whining and whimpering, they could both tell she was getting close. Her walls clenched around Leonardo’s fingers deliciously. Curling his fingers inside of her made her legs nearly give out from under her until they were held tightly by the two vampires.

The lewd noises from her dripping arousal mixed with her loud moans made him quicken his pace and race her to her orgasmn.

“L-Leonardo,” she cried, clenching once more before the knot in her abdomen let loose and she cummed around his digits.

Shakily, she clung onto the owner of the mansion.

Noticing she was the only one fully naked, Comte slipped his jacket off and unbuckled his trousers, slipping out of the fabric and laying on the nearest couch. He smirked as he beckoned the girl over, her cheeks beautifully flushed when she glanced over at the other vampire only to see him suck his fingers clean. 

She crawled on top of him.

“No no, other way,” his fingers twirled around and she did as she was told until her ass was hovering over his face.

Leonardo walked up to her, pulling her hair so she was staring straight at him.

“Undress me,” he ordered, his previously amusement-held eyes were now only filled with lust. 

Crouching up comfortably, she stared up at him as she fiddled with his best, his thumb pushing through her lips, as a response, her tongue lapped at his skin, sucking and nibbling it. He licked his own lips. 

The girl felt a hand rest against her ass cheek as Comte steadied himself, before licking a hard trail up from her clit to her slit. 

She moaned loudly, resting against the inventor’s lower stomach to glanced back at the pureblood, who only returned a hungry gaze as he kisses, and flicked his tongue along her slit. 

Biting her lip, she was redirected back to Leonardo and her hand slipped his belt out of his trousers before unzipping him. 

Her breathing hitched slightly from seeing the dent in his underwear but with a slight nudge, she pulled the last piece of clothing down and his cock sprang out. After le Comte adjusted her so she was where he wanted her to be, he gripped her hips and slowly sank her onto him. 

A gasp escaped the woman, feeling how big and thick he was.

“Mmh, you’re beautifully tight, my darling,” he praised, caressing the view he had of her back and ass as she started riding him slowly. 

Her tongue kitten licked the other man’s tip, smiling up at him as he chewed on his lip in frustration. Agonisingly slowly she sucked on his tip, and then finally, she took as much as she could in her mouth, moaning softly as Comte took over from her and jerked up inside of her. 

Leonardo’s fingers combed through the woman’s hair. Understanding the silent order, she focused back on her task, squeezing what she couldn’t reach and bobbing her head a little faster.  

His eyes sunk through her, taking in her naked form that was being roughly fucked by his friend, the pleading eyes that were gazing up at his, trying hard to bring him over the edge despite the intense pleasure her cunt was receiving. 

Comte groaned loudly, feeling her thighs squeeze slightly from around him as Da Vinci started insisting on the pace and how much she took of him. 

He pulled lightly on her hair as well, bucking his hips down her throat and cursing under his breath. 

The girl gagged, placing her palms against his thighs to stop him from forcing himself so far down her mouth. It made her slightly uncomfortable but feeling both of them use her to pleasure her and themselves made her groan at the feeling and make even more of an effort to accustom herself to the experience. 

A whine escaped her as Leonardo pulled out of her only to push back in between her lips. Her walls were clenching around Comte’s thick cock, the sound of slapping skin only growing bigger as he grunted as well, seemingly getting closer to his release. 

Moaning, Leonardo twitched inside her mouth. She held a hand up to cup and knead his balls, before he thrusted a few more times down her throat and, after one last grunt, he pushed himself as deep as possible and cummed down her throat. 

He pulled out of her, nearly losing his balance but sat down on the nearest chair, biting his lip as she gulped down his seed.

“Now turn around,” Comte ordered, stopping his pace entirely. A small gasp escaped her lips as she pushed him out of her and turned around so she was facing him. Now, he had a beautiful sight of her face, cunt and breasts. 

His fingers gripped her ass and she hovered over his chest, sinking down on his girth, and, slowly bouncing on him, now, he wanted his release, as well as hers. He didn’t want to reach his end when she was blowing Leonardo, she wanted her full, undivided attention, and now he had it. 

Her palms pressed against his sturdy chest before she started grinding on him, moaning softly as he gently shot up inside of her. 

His hand reach out to her, cupping the back of her head and pulling it closer to him. 

Dipping down, she placed her lips onto his, grunting every now and again from a particularly rough thrust, until she bit down on his lower lip, feeling herself clench around him. Kneading her breasts, he pinched both nipples before trailing his fingertips down her sides and to her hips, helping her move up and down his length. 

He groaned, sitting up and burying his face between her breasts. Muttering a string of curse words as he twitched inside of her. 

The sound of footsteps made him peek from above her chest and he perceived a grinning Leonardo reaching down for one of her breast and the other slipped between her legs to rub her clit wildly. 

“A-ah,” she cried out, holding onto his arm as she rode Comte. Quickly, she squeezed around the pureblood, moaning loudly as he could feel himself twitch once again, and this time, he wasn’t going to prolong it. 

Squirming, her legs started shaking as she attempted to close her legs, but Leonardo spanked her ass, keeping her firmly on his friend’s lap. 

Comte growled loudly, twitching again before releasing inside of her, but he didn’t stop. 

Soon enough, after a few sloppy thrusts, the man got the hang of it and pounded into her dripping cunt, biting his lip and panting heavily. 

His breathing hitched as his gaze trailed up and down her form, so beautiful and perfect. 

(Y/N) cried out, finding it difficult to keep going as she clenched harder around him, taking him out of his thoughts. 

Roughly and mercilessly,  he rushed her to her end, making her scream and buck against him, spasming as she held onto Leonardo’s arm in desperation.

Breathlessly, she closed her eyes. Arms slid around her waist and the man lifted her off of the Comte, essentially pulling him out of her. She released the quietest of whines at the loss of contact before her eyes slowly fluttered closed.

“Rest, cara mia.”

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[that-otome-potato]

Potato’s Mash-up’s

“Heyyyy! I’d love and appreciate a steamy serving of mashed potato (!) with Comte, Dazai, or Leo from IkéVamp. ♥️♥️♥️♥️ (*steam absolutely at your discretion) “

;dsaljf sa;lkdjf aslkdjf asdjf asdfj PSEU!!! I cannot tell you how giddy I was to receive your ask!  I’ve been spending all day yesterday and today trying to figure out what to do and I think I finally figured something out!

~*~

@pseudofaux and, because she helped my anon questions (anon because I get nervous about sending asks haha ^_^;;), @emeraldtawny

Dazai x MC smut

“Tsuki-kuuuunnn!”

I turn my head at the obviously incorrect name and noticed that Dazai was seated up on the roof of the manor watching me as I set out the laundry to dry in the gardens.

“Dazai!  What are you doing up there?  It’s dangerous!”

“I needed some perspective!  You should join me.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his eager wave, encouraging me to join him.  As quick as possible, I finished what I was doing and raced up to a window near where he was and managed to climb up onto the roof.

“What kind of perspective were you looking for?” I asked, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, giving him my full attention.

“Life. It’s an enigma.” He gave a dramatic sigh. “Also, it’s nearing sunset and I wanted to watch it with you at the best vantage point.”

I smiled and scooted closer to him, feeling the heat of his body warming mine. “But it’s not because your ‘best vantage point’ happened to be over Isaac’s room, right?”

All I got was one of his warm, charming smiles.

We stayed like that for several minutes, watching the sun set over the parisian country side, in companionable silence. Those moments with him were so soft and serene that I felt my eyes start to droop in exhaustion. So, with a sigh, I lay my head on his shoulder and got comfortable. 

Distantly, I thought I heard and felt him chuckle as I felt my consciousness fade. “Not...ing....you?”

“Hmmnn...?”

I felt a gentle nudge under my chin a moment before something soft and firm brushed against my lips. When my eyes flew open, it was to see Dazai smirking at me with a soft turn of his lips. “You’ve been busy all day, not having nearly enough time alone with me, and you choose now to sleep?” He clicked his tongue several times with a shake of his head, but he never lost his charming smirk.

“I’m sorry, Dazai. There was a lot to do today.” I murmured sleepily, pulling away from his fingers and rubbing my cheek on his shoulder to make myself comfortable.

“Oh, my little Neko-san.  You get comfortable and just let me take care of you.”

That was the last thing I heard before the shroud of sleep fell over me.

~*~

I was having one of the strangest, most erotic dream of my life.  

I was looking down at myself from up near the ceiling of my room in the mansion, and I was naked as the day I was born. My silk bedsheet was draped over my waist, but I could tell that someone was laying between my legs from the movement the cover was making. I just couldn’t tell who.

As I watched, heat licked at my flesh starting at my core and flitting through my limbs like a rain of flower petals from a budding tree, settling deep in my bones.  I felt myself moan at the same time as the ‘me’ below, rubbing my own legs together to alleviate some of the arousal I was feeling from watching the couple in my bed.

I stifled a gasp when a dark, familiar head emerged.

“Have we woken up, my dear?” 

My body jerked, waking from the dream, to find I was, in fact, quite bare with an equally bare Dazai smirking at me as he rested his chin on my belly.

“Dazai? What...”

“I told you that I would take care of you.  However, I might have gotten a little carried away. I thought for sure that you would have woken up before climaxing though.”

My eyes grew wide at his words. “You mean...that was real?”

“What was?  My face between your legs with my tongue buried deep?”

I felt my cheeks flush at his words and looked away from him to attempt to hide it.  But no matter how long Dazai and I were together, he would always know. 

“Uh uh! No turning away.  You know better than that.”

“Yes, but you like it when I do.  You think it’s cute.”

“I think it’s beautiful and you should as well. Though not beautiful enough to want to share with anyone else in the mansion or the world.”

Though the flush still flared on my cheeks, I looked back at him, feeling my love for him filling me as it always did.  My hands shot out to the sides of his head to drag him up my body, so I could kiss his lips, pouring all the emotion I felt for him into it, feeling a rumble in his chest when he wrapped his arms around me.  I used his grip around my body to help me to move around until I had him on his back, my legs astride his hips.

Gooseflesh formed on my skin as he slowly trailed his tapered fingers down my sides, the callouses from his years of writing by hand sending tingles all over.  When I looked down at him, his golden gaze was clouded in desire, my body responding in kind.  I moaned and started rocking my hips when he began rubbing circles over my hipbones, sending delicious shivers straight to my core.

I leaned back down to him, slanting my lips over his, allowing my tongue to play with his, taking his lower lip between my teeth and tugging as I pulled away to sit back up. Dazai trailed his hands back up my torso to cup my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples with a pressure just shy of painful. 

“Dazai~” His name escaped my lips as a whisper and I leaned my head back, my back arching towards him.  He took that as an invitation and leaned up to place one nipple, then another, in his mouth to lave them in kisses, tonguing them, causing more and more desire to pool between my legs.

When I had finally had enough of the zings that were sent to my core with every tug with his tongue and teeth, I pulled his head back up to mine to kiss him, which he eagerly accepted. “Dazai, please...”

“I know.” He responded in his own hoarse whisper.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips up just enough for him to reach around my body to take his manhood in hand and position himself at my entrance.  

In one smooth motion, I sank down on his shaft and gasped with the slightly upturned tip rubbed along where I was most sensitive.  Even after being together for as long as we have, my body always reacted to him, no matter the position. 

Once I was seated completely, the back of my thighs against the front of his, he leaned back onto the bed and took me with him, his hands moving back to my hips. I used my arms wrapped around him to support my body when I looked down at him, our eyes locked, as I began moving my body. 

Dazai groaned when I pushed his head towards the juncture between my neck and shoulder. He latched his lips onto the flesh there and my breath hitched when I felt his fangs elongate, going straight into my skin and causing the familiar rush of arousal wash over me and I cried out. Fire licking my limbs was never something I thought I would compare something to until I met Dazai. Now it was almost an addiction.  And the fact that it was Dazai making me feel that way? Nothing had ever, or would ever, compare.

I could feel him drawing sustenance from my veins, taking gulps of my lifeblood and causing arcs of arousal to course through my body like electricity and a Tesla coil. I wanted him to take more, to take all, but he would never do that. Just enough to be pleasurable for both of us. 

In no time, bodies slick with sweat, breath sawing from our lungs, and our gazes never straying from the other, I felt my climax approaching once more. With his help pulling me along his cock, I got closer and closer by leaps and bounds.

“Dazai, I’m close.”

“I know.  I feel you gripping me as in a vice and it’s taking everything I have not to finish right now.”

“Don’t.  You’ve made me feel good, taking such wonderful care of me.  I want you to feel good, too. Come on, love.  Cum for me.” I whispered into his ear, feeling Dazai’s body shudder beneath me and his panting breath become heavier as he licked the puncture marks he had left behind, causing them to begin healing. Then with out warning, he used his vampiric strength to hold my hips still against his as he reached completion, triggering my own climax.

Several minutes passed as we recovered from making love. Sated and warm, I rolled over to his side and snuggled up to his strong bare shoulder, wrapping an arm around him and holding him close.

“I love you, Dazai.” I murmured sleepily, feeling the draw of slumber dragging me under once more.

Dazai kissed the top of my head and I hummed in approval. “And I, you, my sweet little human.”

#I tried #osamu dazai #ikevam dazai #writing request #my work #my words #ikevam smut

[lady-moonbroch]

Jean D’Arc x MC: “The light of dawn”

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Kinktober: Day 26 || Sleepy Sex Genre: NSFW +18, fluff Word Count:  1,067 Author’s note: Hi my pretty darlings! Hoo boi, I’m late again BUT I thought I might indulge everyone (including me), to a little sultry picture as repentance. Can we all agree that we’d love to wake up to this view? Thank you. So this is one of the last few entries for Kinktober, time flies by so fast. Please enjoy and i will see you on the next one! 🎃

[The challenge] ~ @alloveroliver​

The nightingale’s effervescent melody drew the soldier’s consciousness from slumber. Sunbeams flowed inside the room through the skylight, bathing his lover in a warm glow.

His violet eye narrowed affectionately at the sight of his “Mademoiselle” sleeping peacefully beside him, the bareness of her luscious body bearing the reminiscence of their nocturnal tryst. His lips turned up to a blissful arc, his hand reaching out to caress her velvet skin making a soft, sleepy murmur escape her lips. He chuckled.

“How can you always look so heavenly beautiful?”, he whispered as he basked at her elysian form. She responded with a soft giggle before her eyes fluttered open, the smile her lips formed mirrored in her loving gaze as she kissed him “good morning”.

“Bonjour, mon cœur” he cooed, whilst his hands snaking their way to the small of her back to pull her flush against him, her warmth spreading like wildfire on his skin. He peppered her face with featherlight kisses and beheld her sweet countenance with awe, akin to a man gazing at something sacred.

She hummed with bliss as she returned his soft caresses up and down the length of his chiselled torso, relishing on the shivers she coaxed from his muscles. She looked at him coyly as her hand travelled down to cup his hardened member, eliciting shuddering breaths and grunts.

“Good morning, my love..” she purred. The more she continue her gentle ministrations, the deeper his fingers dug. 

Before he could utter a word his lips were occupied by hers, sweetly taking his breath away as her tongue traced the outline of his mouth. His hand came up to cup her breast, kneading it gently as he teased her fast hardening nipples. He trailed his way down with kisses, from her soft cheek, to the column of her pearl-white neck, her clavicle and then finally the swell of her chest, his breath ghosting over her pink peaks.

“Ahn, Jean..mhhmm-“ she writhed slightly against him, moaning his name as she clutched his hair to pull him closer still. A mellow chuckle rumbled in his throat, his hands capturing hers to pin them above her head and caging her beneath him before he continued to give attention to both of her sensitive breasts. Her legs encircled his waist, attempting to bring him closer to her pulsing core, already glistening with need, desperate for friction.

He could never even think of harming her or marring her beautiful skin, but the need to leave a small trace of him, a manifestation of his love for her was too overwhelming to shun. He nipped and sucked hard at her nape, the pressure her thighs around him increasing, conveying the pleasurable effect of his actions.

“Hhngh, Jean please…I-I want you..I want..mhm..m-more” she pleaded between her breathy mewls. How could he say no to this celestial creature, when she begs him with such a sweet pleas? 

He pulled back, conquering her rosy lips and guiding his hand down to the apex of her core, teasing her bundle of nerves gently. She whimpered against his lips, her words swallowed before she could voice them as he kept coating his fingertips with her arousal. He plunged two digits inside to prepare her for his girth, causing more delicious entreaties to flee from her kiss-bitten lips.

“Are you ready, mon amour?” He whispered seductively in her ear, knowing all too well that his deep, baritone voice was enough to drive her to her wit’s end. Her chest heaved heavily already as he withdrew his fingers to coat his shaft with her essence, leaving her mewling in frustration. She looked at him through her thick lashes, her eyes glazed with need and longing, skin flushed pink from all his ministrations, the sight of her delicate figure utterly erotic.

“Yes..please..Jean, I beg of you..take me...” she breathed and he graced her with a loving smile.

“Comme vous le commandez, mademoiselle” he uttered and slowly pushed himself inside her, up to the hilt. He sighed and let go of her hands to wrap his around her waist, hoisting her up and sitting her on his lap. She laced her fingers in his hair as she began to ride him, their moans entwining with their heavy breaths, filling the room with a wanton harmony.

Her face twisted with pleasure as Jean lavished her skin with wet kisses, his fangs lightly grazing over her skin, careful not to break through. Like a faithful soldier, he would wait for her command, wait for her allowance to give in to the spectre lying within, craving for the taste of her blood. 

He felt her walls were clenching harder around him, divulging the telltale sign of her imminent climax, her voice becoming raspier and high-pitched. He gritted his teeth as shivers overwhelmed his entire body, his bloodlust becoming harder and harder to ignore.

“Jean..”

Her sweet, melodious voice called to him, dragging him deeper into the trance she caught in, her smile gentle as she  cupped his kiss to kiss him. She held him tighter against her, whispering breathily in his ear: “Everything I am..belongs to you…so take..all of me, my love”.

His breath hitched at of her words. He left a lingering kiss on her nape, his thrust becoming sloppier and rougher as he plunged his fangs in her neck, hungrily lapping at the crimson liquid that flowed from the wound. He hummed with delight as he satiated his hunger, his affection for her swelling inside his breast,

The light prickle gave it’s way to unfathomable pleasure, convulsions rolling like thunder through their bodies. They were sent in a state of rapture as their reciprocal climaxes washed over them like a summer storm. 

He emptied himself inside her before they both collapsed on the mattress, spent and blissful from their union. Jean tightened her arms around her, afraid she would leave him if he let go. He kissed her hair lovingly, a smile of pure happiness tugging at his weary lips.

He professed his love for her in whispers, only for her to hear and only for her to know. For every dawn and dusk, every passing moment with her at his side was blessing, his second chance in life as this ungodly creature had become a blessing. And all because of her.

#alloverkinktober #kinktober day 26 #ikemen vampire #ikevam jean #ikevam jeanne #jean d arc #ikevam smut #claire's kinktoberfest #Jean is a the sweetest bean #he deserves all the love and affection and happiness

[malachiexists13]

You know you've hit a new low in your life when you spend your lunch period alone, writing gay smut in a room with 20 other people who could see what you're writing at any minute :')

And yes, when the gay smut is done, I will be posting it because its a Faust oneshot. Yes, I spent my lunch period writing gay Faust smut instead of hanging out with friends or actually eating.

#ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp faust #ikevam faust #smut writing #fanfic writer #writer #writing

[tartagilicious]

checkmate (theo x reader) *repost

(thanks a lot to @cinnamon-smutcakes​ for pointing out tumblr’s shadowbanning habit lol, I wasn’t aware of it when I wrote this and never thought to go back and change the tags ^^)

checkmate bitch

genre: smut

wc: 3.6k

@pkmnmstrchf thank you for requesting, and also for your comment! this prompt is probably one of the best I got, so out of pure respect for the ideas in my head and the character, because I fuckifhj love him, this is gonna be a spicy one lol. (Because like I said, I’ll accept some~) yeah, this is gonna be a pretty explicit one since I jack up the monologuing and description so much to hide that I suck at dialogue 😘

(i’m sorry this took so long T_T)

written to miss you by gabrielle alplin and the enemy by Andrew belle

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“Why do you insist on doing this, Theo? It would take little for you to leave me alone until the sand in the hourglass falls, yet you-“

“Because,” He interrupted sharply, his lips curling in a half-hearted frown. “You must have mush for brains, knabbeltje. Don’t you get it?”

You felt like you had made an enemy of him the moment you stepped through the mansion’s doors. Even if he hadn’t known of you until later, his annoyance and irritation had still somehow stuck to you anyway.

And it really did seem that way to you.

You bickered with him constantly, almost as if he took pleasure in seeing you squirm because of his words. You argued unironically with equally sharp tongues, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like feeling as if you’d put him in his place. But, of course, that was only mutual. Both with fiery personalities, you each naturally yearned for nothing more than to put the other in their place.

You assumed that was what he was doing when he came to your room; doing nothing more than picking a fight, but he showed you that he was less predictable than you thought in more ways than one that night.

You narrowed your eyes as he came closer. “Obviously I don’t.”

His eyes held as much tension as your own did, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could go without cracking under the weight of it. It was clear he felt the same way, his normally stern eyes swimming with unfamiliar emotions. Predictably, he was the first one to make a move, his eyes unwavering on yours as he walked up to you.

“You’re the one that has mush for brains.” You mumble, avoiding his eyes for the sake of your wildly beating heart.

His cool eyes swept over your face before he laughed with mock concern. “You can’t come up with a better comeback than that?”

“I could,” You gave him a steady look. “But you’re not worth it.”

His lips curved up slightly into a daring smile as his fingers came out to run teasingly on your jawline.

“Is that so? Prove it.”

And, before you could so much as get a word out, his lips were on yours. He took you as if you were an aphrodisiac, his movements ardent yet gentle, and you couldn’t help but find yourself getting lost in it as his tongue began to swipe across your lips. The pleasure he gave you from a single kiss was inconceivable, and though you knew it was wrong, you let yourself continue with as much of a comprehensible thought as you could manage.

You opened your lips to him, sighing languidly as your tongue played with his. The feelings he gave you rushed to your stomach immediately and settled there as you moved closer to him, giving up your justified senses as you silently begged him for more.

He pulled away after what felt like only a few moments, a thin string of saliva connecting you as you both breathed hard.

“___, I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him for an instant, your mind suddenly asking you if what was happening was right. But, before you could dwell on it, your body gave into his lingering touch and his adoring words. You unconsciously reached out and pulled him close again, a content moan stumbling from his lips as your arms wrapped around his neck.

His kisses were sweet with just the right amount of intense, but, they ultimately weren’t enough.

You shakily found his hand and laced your fingers tightly with his before lifting it up your skirt to push directly over your clothed heat. You were admittedly unsure of the boldness that came with your actions, but he, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice as he stopped to ask you one last thing before you crossed the point of no return.

His whisper was rushed but gentle as he asked, “Are you sure?”

I’m never been more unsure of anything in my life.

But, you had no choice but to give into the painful arousal flaring in your stomach, putting aside your worries rather than stopping things where they stood because of them. You gave him the firmest nod you could muster, and he took to you expertly right away. His fingers pressed into you as he moved to pepper kisses down your neck, stopping sporadically and leaving marks that were sure to show well into the next day.

You moaned his name in a quiet vibrato as your fingers dived into his hair, gripping whatever you could as he continued to press into you. His fingers worked neatly, kneading you in ways that had you about melting where you stood. Your knees trembled as pleasure overcame your body, and you gripped his shoulder as a soft plea for more.

The knot in your stomach tightened as his voice came out low and raspy, his lips brushing up against your ear as he spoke.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping, ___.”

He dragged a single digit across your clothed slit in a single slow motion that had a whimper tumbling out of your lips and colour flooding your cheeks.

“It’s because of you,” You pushed out the words with a shaky gulp. “You jerk,”

You felt him smirk at the side of your face as he pulled his hand away from you.

“Are you asking that I stop, then?”

His teasing was expressed in a haughty tone that you would normally despise, but now the sound did nothing more than add to the slick mess between your thighs.

You pulled back to stare him in the eye, your expression twisted into a pout. It didn’t take long for him to give into you, though, and with your arm still wrapped around his neck, he pulled you back in to a fiery kiss that took your breath away. He kissed you roughly, as if his life depended on it, and you responded steadfast.

He backed you into a corner with his tongue in your mouth and his hand slipping past your panties before catching you by surprise and lifting you up to sit on your desk. You let out a gasp as he hiked up your skirt and slipped the first digit into your heat without warning, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to steady yourself. Arousal was dripping through your panties and onto the wood finish of the desk beneath you, and you couldn’t help but whine in embarrassment and pleasure at the lewd sounds that echoed throughout the room.

“Theo-“ Your eyes squeezed shut as he added another finger, and you just heard him push out a laugh as he panted.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you come so undone, ___.”

Your grip tightened on his shoulders as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, and you couldn’t even find the heart to respond fully. So, you did all you could as you reached up and pulled him into a desperate kiss. Your lower stomach burned as your tongues swirled together and his fingers continued to work to a point where you could almost taste your release. But, he seemed to notice this, too, and immediately ceased all of his actions. He backed away from the kiss, and pulled his fingers clean out of you in a quick motion that had you moaning yearningly for him.

“Hondje, did you really think I was going to let you finish so quickly?” He whispered this to you as he pulled his fingers away, taking pleasure in the way you squirmed.

Your breaths were uneven but your eyes were determined as you spat out, “Fuck you,”

He smiled beratingly before responding casually. “Don’t worry your little head, that’s already well on its way.”

Reaching behind him, he grabbed the desk chair he’d pushed away and sat on it so he was almost at eye-level with your pulsing heat. But before he could go any further, he noticed that you had already sneakily slipped your hand down your panties while he was looking away. Your eyes were shut and your brows were knitted tightly, your face so wound up and delicate that he even hesitated in interrupting you for a moment.

But, seeing the look on your face as he grabbed your wrist to stop you was worth it.

“What did I just say?” He asked, his voice dangerously low as his fingers played with the waistband of your underwear. “You don’t get to cum until I say so, got it?”

Before you could respond, he had slipped your underwear clean off and thrown them on the floor. You moaned at the contact of cold air and he took the opportunity of your blindness to pull you legs down and hook them smoothly over his shoulders.

You gasped as his tongue ran slowly across your clit, your back arching easily at the quick change in position. But he did little to ease you into it, his tongue licking into any crevice and going as deep as it could almost immediately. Your moans grew so loud and desperate that you were half-worried that the other residents could hear them, but you long forgot about it as lewd slurping sounds filled the room and pleasure filled your chest.

You panted as Theo’s nose rubbed against you, and soon, with the combination of his tongue, you were seeing colours in no time. Your first release was a heavy feeling that had you groaning in pleasure as your essence was quickly lapped up by the man responsible for it. But in the moments after, he couldn’t help but cease. Everything was very sudden, and even he was having a hard time wrapping his head around what was happening.

He did all he could before catching your lips in a gentler kiss, hoping the action conveyed his thoughts well enough before he decided to hoist you up and bring you over to the bed for a more comfortable change. He dropped you on the soft mattress in one smooth motion, backing you up to the headboard. But, he took an extra second to look at you before continuing. Your skirt was still hiked up, revealing you nude beneath, and the top two buttons of your shirt had somehow come undone in the events prior. Never in a thousand years did he think that you, the strange woman who had unknowingly waltzed her way into a different time, would be lying in front of him, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. But, there you were, in the flesh.

Without wasting another second, he pressed his lips contra yours once again, reigniting the undone passion with no trouble. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer as your lips worked against each other’s, equally desperate to continue where you left off. Pieces of clothing came off one by one before long- your oxford, his jacket, your skirt, his pants; until you were both bared before each other in yet another way.

Because even if you’d made temporary enemies out of each other, there was still a certain type of smile exchanged between the two of you, certain words and certain levels of trust that put both of you out there in more ways than just physical. You were one hell of an arguer, but, you were also one hell of listener, just as he was the same. Your relationship wasn’t easy to explain, so, he thought he could at least try then.

His lips made their way slowly down your body, stopping to leave generous marks on your neck and collarbone, and occasionally your stomach. He couldn’t help but indulge in the way you shook with pleasure, after all, your moans only fuelling his actions further. But as soon as he ceased for even a moment, you gathered all of your strength and flipped him over so you were straddling his lap. He moaned as you held his shoulders, your cum still gushing down your thighs and onto him.

You were breathing heavily, but you still managed to laugh. “Checkmate, Theo,”

He stared up at you and the marks all over your body and couldn’t help the words that came out of his mouth when he met your smouldering eyes.

“Ride me.”

You faltered momentarily, just blinking, and for a second, he was afraid you were going to bail. You had been very clearly enjoying yourself and had made no effort to stop him, but he couldn’t help but notice your occasional hesitation. He didn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to, so he couldn’t get rid of the thought you potentially didn’t want to be doing what you were. He wanted to ask you, but before he could, you made up your mind. You shifted and sank down onto him, groaning and grabbing his hands as you positioned yourself on him. Your stomach was beating almost painfully as you began to rock your hips into a rhythm, closing your eyes as Theo gripped your hands back.

“Shit,“ He moaned, leaning his head back into the headboard as you began to lift yourself up and down. “You’re so good-“

You moaned his name as tears came to your eyes, your hips becoming sloppy as your releases both approached quickly.

“I-“ You cut yourself off with a soft whine, feeling him twitch inside of you as you squeezed your eyes shut. “I’m close,”

If you were being honest, you don’t remember what happened after that very well. You did trust Theo enough to feel okay not asking as you laid down in bed, already half asleep, but you were also just too embarrassed to admit that you’d almost blacked out for a few minutes. You wished you could have fought your exhaustion, but, after a hard day, you knew it was unavoidable no matter what. Your thoughts were like soup, and you could barely form a sensible thought as you quietly let Theo clean you up.

You were well on your way to a deep sleep, but, there was one thing that stuck out in your mind and flared in your chest above the rest of the emotions you were feeling. Pleasure, relief, and happiness pushed at your heart, but heaviest of all, regret rose to the top and overpowered the rest. You told yourself it wasn’t Theo, nor anything he’d done specifically, but no matter what, the fact that you were soon leaving the world behind stayed the same. You couldn’t afford to get close to anyone just as much as they couldn’t afford to get close to you, yet there you were.

Theo was walking over to you after disposing of the towels he’d used, but had stopped to pull his clothes on. You didn’t wait then.

“Theo, I think you need to leave,” You pushed this out in a single breath, bracing for his reaction as you internally apologised over and over again. “Before we wake up and regret what we’ve done.”

You were expecting a rash reaction from him because; he was still someone you weren’t on the best terms with. That hadn’t changed, no matter what you did with him. But, after a few long moments of silence, he just nodded quietly. You felt all kinds of things watching him force a smile and walk out, but you felt guilty that you were none the wiser about the thoughts whirring through his head.

Theo felt regretful. He mentally kicked himself for not listening to his gut and taking away concern in the way you had been hesitating, because it had come back to bite both of you. He knew it was his fault for that, and really, what could he do besides respect your decision?

The next time you saw him was in the dining room late the next morning, and you felt an unnecessary desire to avoid his gaze. Out of what, you didn’t know, and that alone was enough to frustrate you to your core. But you still kept your thoughts hidden, trying not to react to his eyes that stuck on your back as you walked.

That went on throughout the next few days, like a meaningless game. He stood next to you but you didn’t acknowledge him; you exchanged brief glances but nothing more, and it had so many things swirling in your chest you didn’t know what to do. It was almost too hard to act that way. You had gone over what to say to him in your head what must have nearly been a thousand times, yet, every time you saw him, your heartbeat picked up and you couldn’t help but look away.

Both of you were too quiet to say anything, and you knew that if you didn’t get the guts to say something, you would leave it to sit and nothing would change. So, you resolved that the next time you saw him, you would say what was on your mind. Then, you couldn’t help but repeatedly chicken out. It was like a cycle and you were tired of it; then it became clear that he was, too.

You met Theo by chance in the dining room at suppertime a few evenings later, and while you were fine in distracting yourself by talking to Arthur, who also was there, you still felt as though the issue was weighing down hard in your chest. It wasn’t much for the author to pick up on something so trivial, but he still had enough sense to not bring it up. He was his usual teasing self otherwise, but there was a kind of solid understanding swimming around in his eyes as he spoke that had you silently thanking him.

He didn’t butt in once, and merely left once he was done with his meal with quiet reassuring words and an entirely too characteristic wink of good luck.

You didn’t feel as though you’d gotten any luckier, though, because now, you were stuck in a room with the very person you needed luck regarding. You’d seen Arthur out of the room, seeing as you’d both finished your meals around the same time, and you almost felt weird about turning back to face Theo. So, you just called out a half-hearted goodbye, too deep in your thoughts to realise that he was coming up to you.

When you turned to leave, he caught your wrist in a swift motion that had your breath hitch.

“___?”

His voice was softer than you’d expected it to be, melting your heart in just the way you’d been trying to avoid. But, even you recognised what was happening; and it was far too late to do anything about it.

“…Theo.” You trailed off as you turned around to courageously meet his eye. It took all the confidence you had to speak. “What is it?”

He raised a brow. “Do you really want to play that game? You haven’t said a thing to me all week.”

You hesitated. What were you supposed to say to that?

“Sorry,” You managed, giving him a bashful smile as your cheeks flushed. “I honestly didn’t mean to ignore you, I swear - it was sort of just like an instinct after the first time.”

“I’m sorry if I, you know, did something wrong. If you weren’t comfortable I shouldn’t have forced y-“

Your brows knitted in confusion as you interrupted, “You didn’t force me to do anything! Theo, is that what you thought?”

He didn’t answer, dropping your wrist to put a hand on the back of his neck.

“You didn’t really give me a choice, did you?” he mumbled, sheepishly avoiding your eyes. Your heart did flips as you watched him, and, you finally realised the severity of what you’d gotten yourself into. No matter what you tried to convince yourself, the conclusion was clear as day. You had fallen in love with Theo, and there was no turning back now.

“I’m sorry,” You loosened up, exhaling your regrets. “it was stupid of me to do what I did. I regret it a lot, and I’m sorry I put you in such a bad spot.”

He stared at your expression before quickly grinning. “When you put it like that, ___, I have no right to be angry.”

“But also, Theo-“ You continued with a nervous smile. “I’m sorry for telling you to leave that night. You were, you know, good…”

You trailed off before covering your face as you laughed, fuelled by his laughter ringing alongside yours.

Moments later, he grabbed your hands and brought them away from your face so you could meet his eyes, and you had a hard time not blushing at how attractive he looked while smiling.

But, his smile was sly as he said, “You can tell me I’m a good f—“

You ripped your hand from his and put it over his mouth before he could take the sentence any further, adoration oozing from your gaze as you watched him laugh. Then, in sparked retaliation, he put his hands slyly around your waist but then began to relentlessly tickle your sides. So, when you had no choice but to let go of him, he took you in your arms and brought you close, your face just below his as he grinned yet again.

“Checkmate, ___.”

You smiled at the repetition of your words from the other night.

“You think you’ve already won?” You asked, smiling widely as you pulled his collar down to give him a slow kiss on the lips. The action undoubtedly completed your goal of surprising him, and with a slight murmur in-between your desperate actions, you whispered,

“Well, I win.”

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[ikevamp-shrine]

Hey can I pls have d, v, f and w for jean and Mozart?

Jean

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

- Already done here

V = volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

- He starts out quiet

- Low words of his love for you and how much he only wants to please you

- It's more body language at the beginning- shivers, bumps rising on his skin that follows the path of your palm, mouth parted just a tad

- When his eyes begin to betray the faux control he has that’s when he makes noise

- And my lord how beautiful they are

Little pants and sharp hisses when you swallow him whole, his toes curling and thighs trembling when he wraps his fist in your hair

- French curses slip from his lips like water splashing from a basin when he has you bent over, hands running up and down the curve of your hip as he slowly pushes into your needy core

- Murmuring in that deep, demanding voice about how warm and wet you are, how easily he can take you, how positively ravishing you look completely at his mercy

- Has non-dirty, dirty talk down to an art

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

- Doggy through and through

- He likes seeing you, feeling all of you

- Loves being able to run his hands down the arch of your back and rest his hands on that delicious rump of yours

- Tends to lift your legs to wrap around his hips from behind, your arms shaking, his hands supporting you in the space between your thighs and that soft little belly of yours he just loves to touch so much

- He bought a mirror shortly after trying this position for the first time

- Purely just because he wanted to see the bouncing of your breasts and the sensual twist of your features as he pounds into you (and I mean completely rails you)

- And by God does he enjoy pushing down on your shoulders to make you bend further, making that arch of your spine deeper

- He’ll demand a “stay” when he cums inside you so he can pull out and watch as that pearly thickness seeps from your heat and slide down the expanse of your quivering legs

- Literally has to pick you up because you can’t move after he has you under him for hours

- He asked once, voice quiet and unsure, “does it not hurt to be in one place for so long?” and all you could do is chuckle and kiss his cheek because yes, it does hurt but damn does it feel good

W = wild card (random headcanon)

- Jean tries to hide his face when he comes

- He doesn’t know why, it’s just his immediate reaction

- And tis a shame it is because when that fiery, lustful blush paints his moon kissed skin and his dark brows knit together, eyes rolling shut- you swear a masterpiece is before you

- Sometimes feeling him hide between your breast and in the crook of your neck or hearing those naughty moans muffled by the pillow he dug his face into is enough

- But other times you just need to see his face become so overwhelmed by the pleasure you give him, so you do what any sane person does...

- You grab his heated cheeks with one hand and turn his face towards you so he has no choice but to obey you

- The satisfaction you receive by witnessing his eyes fly open from your forwardness, tears gathering in those night sky orbs, is tremendous

- He would never admit it but when you bend him to your will and force him to show his face to your prying eyes makes his cock genuinely hurt from how intense he comes

Mozart

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

- To distract himself from the horrid swaying of a carriage he was in, Mozart envisioned you

- Your smile, hair, scent, soft skin, the way you bite your lip when he thumbs over the vein in your neck, the way you so submissively open yourself up so he can slide between your legs

- He started to remember the night before and how tight the silk ribbons were around his wrist, and how lost in the pleasure you looked as you rode him, never allowing him to touch you without his begging first

- He couldn’t stop thinking about you

- Needless to say, he cursed himself for being a wretched fool and quickly unbuckled his pants, pulling them down just enough that his member sprang free, flushed and pulsating painfully

- The moan that drifted through the air as he gripped himself and pumped once imagining it was you, still brings a blazing blush to cheeks

V = volume (how loud are they? What sound do they make?)

- Not loud or very much vocal per se

- More needy sighs and shuddering breaths than anything

- Hisses when you clench down mid-thrust, trying to stay connected, his lower back flexing and shoulders flinching at the pleasure

- Open mouth pants to catch his breath as you claw wildly around you, hoping to ground yourself, his hips slamming roughly against yours

- Low curses and mumbles of foreign languages that make your blood pump rapidly

- He knows all too well and will purposely whisper sharp words in your ear, his voice shaky, giving way to a rumbling moan against your neck

- Sharp inhales and muffled grunts when you push him down and claim him as your own

- His dirty talk is off the charts though-

“That’s it. That’s my good, little meine liebe- taking me all in like that.”

“Sing for me, my love, let the heavens know how nicely I fuck you.”

- Even when you’re straddling him on the piano bench, his cock soaked with your arousal, your fingers on the keys, his hand guiding your jaw to look at his narrowed eyes, looking and whimpering like the absolute mess you are, he still lacks mercy...

- “If you mess up the notes one more time, you’ll be crying with frustration instead of moaning out my name when I bend you over these keys and turn your ass red.”

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

- Already done here

W = wild card (random headcanon)

- he is sooo soft for you after you fall asleep, especially after your throat had gone raw from screaming so loud when he fucked into you not too long before

- Pulls the sheets up closer to your chin to chase the chill of night away

- Runs gentle knuckles along the side of your face, rubbing a finger over the red and swollen bottom of your lip

- His gaze is so unguarded and sweetly adoring when you huff lightly in your sleep. He’ll chuckle lowly at your hands searching for him and will pull you into his chest; completely encasing you in his warm embrace, cupping the back of your head protectively as if it's just you and him against the world

- He can hear his heartbeat in his ears as his chest tightens at realizing just how much he loves you

- Has to kiss the crown of your to distract himself from the stinging in his eyes

- this man is so rough and prickly but when it's just you and him he becomes the biggest puddle of mush

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[janumun]

In Between Two (IkeVamp Leonardo, Comte - NSFW)

Pairing: Leonardo/Comte Rated: NSFW/18+ Tags: dirty talk/sex-versations (these two play-hate/love on each other), heavy petting, manhandling, biting, hand jobs, frottage

Summary: Leonardo does not care for when and where he finds his hands on his golden companion.

Author’s Notes: @aaviav you know I had to scream. Thank you for this! There’s a lot of verbal biting going on here, an aspect of their relationship I adore and I hope you will enjoy this as well.

(Requests for this event are now closed, dear readers. Thank you to all those who participated.)

“You,” Le ‘Comte’ begins, mildly. “are an indecent animal.” The hitched curb to his voice as he words indecent, betrays that placid mask he has on. A quick, sharp surge of his pelvis against Leonardo’s is just as not mild.

“Hurtful.” Leonardo’s tipped grin suggests anything but remorse. Gloved digits scraping a path down his golden companion’s sides, gripping and kneading, none too gently, at firm musculature. “Tell me more of what’s on your mind, bello.”

Le Comte’s gaze flitters dangerously — a flash of a sharp smile follows — at the brazen cup of those large fingers at his groin, pressing in harsh at his balls.

And before those devious fingers can stir mischief across his rapidly hardening length, Leonardo finds his collar fisted tight within le Comte’s rigid grasp, movements whip-smooth and just as fast. Wrenching Leonardo down onto his mouth in a reprimanding bite of his lip. Leonardo’s thick grunt has that crooked smile back in place, so very unalike the Comte’s public civilized garb. “Must you be this impatient outside our chambers? There really is no satisfying this licentious appetite of yours.”

“S’ppose you’re without blame? Heh.” Leonardo’s fingers bunch into the fabric in between his companion’s legs. “Look at you, ‘Comte’, lying through your teeth.” Digits streaking over to his belt, he crushes its buckle into mangled scrap, letting it collapse useless to the floor.

He descends to his knees, following the Comte’s tight frown. “Indelicate brute, that was an incredibly lovely piece you just ruined.”

“Real pity, that.” Leonardo’s hands slip across his ass, grin smothered into the now loose fabric of le Comte’s trousers as he bites down, earning him an imperceptible shiver. “You’re loaded, mio compagno. Get another one made.” Sinking a kiss onto his clothed erection.

An exasperated sigh leaves his Count’s gracious lips. “You do seem content to mooch off that very generosity, Leonardo.” Le Comte’s mouth tips into an unkind smile when his accused lover moves to cuss him underneath his breath.

“I can’t deny the thought to put you to good use hasn’t crossed my mind before.” The hand le Comte traces across Leonardo’s jaw is careful in contrast to his austere tone. Before that caress steels into a firm hold. “Get up,” he instructs, coolly. “I do not want your foul tongue on my cock tonight.”

“Heh, such ‘indecent’ words leaving that pretty mouth, caro.” Leonardo rises; his grin, the vicious glitter in his eyes marked and wild. Seizing le Comte’s neck within a large fist, he swings him back into the wall. Holding firm in place. “Finally in the mood to be a wanton bastard, are we?” Shoving his body against his as Leonardo slinks a large palm down the undone waistband of his trousers. His brutality his golden Count returns on a very ungentlemanly smirk of his own.

Leonardo traces the outline of le Comte’s crooked mouth with a slow thumb. A tight, low gasp surrenders from his golden one’s throat at last, lashes draping his gaze shut at the quick, steady strokes of Leonardo’s fist around his cock. “Look at you then. However do you find it in you to face those kids, ‘Comte’?” Dipping his head to bite at the tender flesh of his ear.

Le Comte threads a harsh fist into Leonardo’s hair, heaving him off of his body. Gold meeting amber, glittering, vivid. His tone insouciant, at odds with the flushed arousal at his cheeks. “Stop speaking already.” Le Comte tips his face, fangs sinking into the plush of Leonardo’s lip in a savage bite. “And fuck me.”

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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[kawai-caramia]

I had this in my head so now its your problem :)

Little death

Pairing: Leonardo x reader

Genre: romance

Warnings: slight sexual content

La petite mort~ little death (orgasm), brief loss or weakening the consiousness

You can ask one question a day and he has to answer.That is the rule of your agreement.

,,I want to see him so badly" you thought as you were searching for him all over the mansion.

You laughed at your self for being so needy of him,wanting him around you all the time as if that was the only way for you to be truly happy.

But this time there was more,you dare to wish for more.

Leonardo is in the libery, his mind lost somewhere in between Italy&France. He was studying the world map so deep in his thoughts yet the moment you walked in he felt it.

He has so much passion in those golden eyes. That drove you insane. Oh to be lucky enough to be the one he lays his eyes on...

Finally you spoke ,,Leo, I want to use my question." You felt as if your heart was in your mouth.

He looks up from his map and tilts his head,,Oh I am scared now...you have that look on your face." he pointed his finger on you and smiled

Your brows snapped together ,,What look?"

,,The-I want this now and i will have it one way or the other. So go on ask your question, i will joyfully obey to answering it" he hinted.

You slowly walk up to him,with every step picking up the strength to ask him ,then you glanced straight into his eyes ,,Leonardo can you make me cum?"

His eyes go wide and he laughs shortly ,,I belive i can." And with that he turns back to the map on his table,running fingers across her.

Did this son of a bitch just ignore me? Flew on your mind

Leonardo had this devilish smirk on his face. Oh he is enjoying this...

You took the map in your arms ,,I asked you a question I need an answer Leo. Now!"

He raised his eyebrows and gasped

,,You are awfully needy today ,cara mia" his long fingers lifted up your chin forcing you to face him. Your eyes were burning up.

,,I replied to your question. I said I can. You asked if i CAN do it, you didn't ask me TO do it."

Your jaw clenched, you were annoyed,needy,head dizzy from the smell of his cigarillo mixed with caramel..

You get closer to his face,golden eyes tracking your every movement with amusement ,finally you whispers on his ear,,I want you inside me.Do i need to draw it for you?"

You trace your arms over his broad chest,He pulls you by the waist on to his burning body,bringing your lips together. The taste of liquor on his tongue,his arms going lower on your back, he grabbed your ass , lifted your leg so you can wrap him up nicely...

Whats going on...? My body feels like its on fire...I'm so aroused... your mind is a total mess

He kisses his way down to your neck,soft lips of his leaving wet marks,you moaned a little and he came closer to your ear,he bites it lightly.

Raspy whispers of his voice,hot breath of his going through your entire body ,,You are awful at drawing cara mia ,but tell me how many times do you want me to kill you?"

Your eyes widened,,As much as it take to make me cry from mon petite mort"

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