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villain-hotline · 10 months
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tw: smut, cnc, dacryphilia, overstimulation, size kink, slight sadism.
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having such dirty thoughts about an older bf who wears a blue shirt and slacks. who works so hard in his office and never slacks off but then.. you come in to check on him and suddenly he decides that maybe a little break would suit him well. next thing you know, you're bent over his desk with tears in your eyes as you beg him to stop.
his dick sliding into your soft pussy, with each heavy thrust of his hips. his hand at the back of your neck pressing your cute face down against the hard wooden desk.
"that's it, my pretty little dolly." he coos. his body towering over you. a soft grunt leaving his lips as you tighten around him. you were too cute.
he makes you cum on his cock but instead of stopping, he keeps moving. fucking your cum back into you. his hand moving down to rub against your clit. you cry out in pain.. or was that pleasure ? you're not quite sure but you're practically begging him to stop... too bad he gets turned on to the sounds of your pathetic pleas.
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xxsycamore · 2 months
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❝ 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ❞
╰┈➤ ❤ You're overstimulated, and Napoleon is being a bully.
Napoleon Bonaparte/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Overstimulation; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Vaginal Sex; Teasing; Embarrassment; Crying; Dacryphilia; Dirty Talk; Begging; rough but also soft sex; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,048 • masterlist
a/n: I've been wanting to have a napo smut titled Crybaby for SO LONG NOW. Ever since that one event came out where he kept calling MC that. Knowing him, I think he might be into this...
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"Napoleon… you're staring…"
Chest still rising and falling in labored breaths, you try to get the attention of the man seated between your legs, as he yet still fails to snap out of the trance on his own.
You know you can do this faster if you close your legs and devoid him of the view that so seems to interest him. But you don't -  on the excuse of the tiredness in your limbs.
The load of cum he'd put deep inside you just moments ago has now began to gush out and Napoleon's clear jade eyes, still clouded by lust, proudly follow the white rivulet down the curve of your slightly raised legs.
"I am."
He's shameless and blunt, knowing fairly well the effect it has on you. The embarrassment you're trying to evoke in him ricochets right back at you, as he makes you self-aware of the fact that you feel a certain way about him staring. At least enough to point it out.
Napoleon chuckles, easily making the tension dissipate as he leans down to place a peck against your pursed lips. He notices you trying to prop up on your elbows and is quick to gently push you back down.
"I'll take care of everything, just rest."
Still pouting because he's unfairly knightly as if he wasn't being a big tease just a second ago, you sink deeper into the soft embrace of the duvet, losing the inner fight too soon and letting yourself be pampered. Your eyes are closed by the time he returns, but you feel his presence as he climbs on the bed again.
You can't help the small shiver running down your lower half as your senses register a damp cloth grazing along your skin. The coolness it brings is not unwelcome on your overheated areas, and Napoleon is so gentle with you. He made a mess, it's only rightful for him to clean up after himself, after all.
You mewl as Napoleon's fingers brush past your clit. The added friction from the cloth makes his touch foreign and exciting to your sex, and you try not to fall too deep into the feeling because that's hardly the point. Even if the rational part of your brain understands that this is not Napoleon toying with you, the psychological part has other ideas.
But so does the man above you, encouraged by your lascivious sounds. He smirks and places his thumb right above the bundle of nerves at the apex of your folds, and drags his finger down slowly.
The moment the very edge of his fingertip comes in contact with your sweet spot, shockwaves strike through your core like lightning, making your lower half rise from the bed.
"Ahh!"
The smirk stays on Napoleon's face as he pretends to carry on with his task of cleaning you. His thumb grazes past your clit once more and you jump again, letting out a prolonged whimper.
He must be enjoying your reactions a little too much. While the sight of you writhing in pleasure entertains him every time he finds you underneath him, this time it's so much easier to pry them out, when you're overstimulated like that.
He knows better than to mess with you when you're spent and too sensitive, having earned his fair share of weak slaps against the arms or across his face for such indulgences.
Except, this time your protest never comes.
In the back of his head, he tells himself he's being way too cruel to you, but then he's reminded of your words. You're the one telling him time and time again not to hold back and to love you with all of his heart's intensity; and in the bedroom you're only more encouraging.
He flicks your clit with his finger once again, and your legs instinctively close against his arm.
And when you're being like that, he only falls harder for you.
The cloth is quickly discarded and forgotten as Napoleon makes himself more comfortable between your legs, like a big cat leisurely playing with its food until it's had enough. You peek from between half-closed eyelids, finding the sight of Napoleon's forearm sandwiched between your tightly shut legs. The muscles on it flexing because of the movement of his fingers where you can't see them; the vein running down the side of it becoming more prominent.
The sounds spilling from your lips are characteristic of the moments where he's fucking you so hard you forget to care about being too lewd; yet now he's doing so little and you're sounding so pathetic. Naturally, the back of your hand comes over your agape mouth in an ill-fated attempt to regain some of your decency. You subconsciously bite into the knuckles of it.
Napoleon eyes you with calculation among other things. He needs to be careful for the signs of you being too caught in it all to judge when it's too much, never taking the trust you put in him for granted.
He loves the way you squeeze his hand, even if it soon becomes numbing. He stokes your clit a little more to his best extent, the sensation now doing the opposite to you and making you part your legs wide, releasing him at last.
That only gives him an opening to attack, resuming his slow, firm strokes that make shockwaves run through you.
"Awww, you got wet again."
Your breath hitches, being caught by surprise despite how obvious it is that your body is bound to get aroused again under his ministrations. You watch in embarrassment as Napoleon cooes and gathers some of the lubrication you secreted and rotates his fingers in the air to show you the web-thin thread between them. With how well he cleaned you just awhile ago, your arousal now becomes only more prominent somehow.
When his thumb returns to your clit, it's slicked and the movement becomes more fluid, leaving you with no room to catch your breath between strokes. You let out more needy sounds as overstimulation and fresh arousal clash inside you.
"You're hurting yourself… Let's put that hand away."
Blinking in confusion, you need a moment to understand exactly what he means. As Napoleon gently guides your hand away from your mouth, you see the teeth marks you left on it. Napoleon's own hand follows your own until it falls safely to the side of your head, and he returns his gaze to yours.
There are physiological tears at the corners of your eyes.
Napoleon lets out a short and sharp laughing noise.
"Crybaby."
You toss your head to the side, only making the shiny dewdrops caught on your eyelashes more obvious to the man above you. Your lips are pursed in a permanent pout.
The warmth of Napoleon's hand on yours leaves you only to keep your left leg spread wide, as he quickens the pace of rubbing your clit. He strokes the overstimulation out of you, as your body gradually becomes more pliant and welcoming to his touch in a familiar old anticipation.
But for what it's worth, the slightly raw feeling at your core nudges those tears into finally spilling past your eyes.
Napoleon cooes at you again, leaning down until you feel his breath fanning over your cheek. He kisses your hot skin, his lips catching the tears. You wonder if your tears from pleasure arouse him.
"Crybaby."
He's such a bully.
Despite the obscene circumstances, he seems to find you nothing short of adorable, with the way he peppers you with kisses.
"My poor crybaby darling. What am I gonna do with you?"
The growing arousal makes you greedy and demanding, as you toss again, but this time in a provoking fashion. No, letting your body's language speak for you is not enough anymore, you need to spell it out for him.
"I feel so… empty…"
The momentary halt of his fingers gives him away, even if he pretends not to hear you. Your legs move frantically, switching between closing and opening in desperation. As horny as you are, your body will need more than that to be pushed over the edge. You have no choice but to try again.
"Napoleoooon… put it in… I need your cock again…please…?"
The small curve of that last word that emphasizes your begging does things to him, you know fairly well. He stares you down.
"How are you so sure that I can go again? Or have you been actually just trying to seduce me all this time?"
For a moment your eyes widen, finding reason in his question. Just because you're burning from the inside doesn't mean that Napoleon is also ready to-
The sensation of something hard rubbing against your inner thigh startles you.
Soothing is not the right word to describe this discovery, as Napoleon barely gives you time to rearrange your thoughts before he positions himself over you properly, guiding his swollen cockhead in.
Believing that your little midday love session was truly ending awhile ago, Napoleon had put on his trousers, even if leaving the belt to fasten only after he takes care of you. Now with the change of plans, he cares little about discarding his pants again, as fucking you on the spot is more important.
As a result, the buckle of his belt repeatedly clashes against the bed, the metal prong making a clinking sound that joins with the noises of copulation. Napoleon fucks you into the mattress, knowing he can go as fast and as wild as he wishes, neither of you bound to last long anyway.
The last traces of tears escape from the corners of your eyes that have watered one last time with the intrusion of his cock. Despite the sensitivity of your walls, your core remembers Napoleon's shape so well, greedily sucking him in as soon as he builds up a steady pace.
Your arms and legs lock around him, as if afraid that all of this is just another one of his tricks.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard— fill you to the brim—"
You all but scream against his chest as you can only receive his rapid pounding and wait for him to fulfill his promise. Your walls clamp down around him, desperately dragging him together with you in the pit of pleasure as you feel your orgasm approaching dangerously fast.
The noises of skin on skin fill your ears along with Napoleon's occasional swearing, cracking the composure of his otherwise not too filthy mouth. He slams his hips onto yours sloppily, losing all demure, and finally erupts inside you.
Reaching your peak together with him, you see stars behind your eyelids as Napoleon's cum paints your insides spurt by spurt. For a second among the euphoria you wonder if you feel so full because some of his cum from earlier was still trapped inside you.
The vice-tight grip of your arms around him turns into something softer, more reminiscent of an embrace. So does the hold Napoleon's strong hands have on your waist. As he settles you back down on the mattress from where you soared unnoticeably, your body tight as a string, you gradually begin to relax once more, melting together with him to a content pile of limbs.
Napoleon rains kisses on your face, from your forehead to the curve of your lip to your slightly damp cheeks.
"Now, what if I wanted to watch my cum leak down your thighs again?"
You can't believe him. Rolling over as if to avert your gaze in disdain, you turn your back to him.
He opens his mouth to bite back, preparing something along the lines of not deserving the cold treatment after how good he loved you, but he pauses. On wobbly legs, you arch your back and tuck your knees beneath you.
The sight is all but scandalous as Napoleon's load runs down your leg.
With forehead pressed against the bed, you let out a faux sigh, seeing how lost for words he seems to be.
"Just try not to get aroused again, Napoleon. Please."
Caressing the curve of your thigh up to your ass, Napoleon lets out a wry laugh, even if there's no actual bite to it.
"Look who's talking."
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blauregenprinzessin · 11 days
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Love Poem (Comte de Saint-Germain x Fem!Reader Smut One-Shot)
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Comte de Saint Germain x Fem!Reader Rating: Explicit/Mature Summary: You had fallen asleep while your lover, Comte, read his favorite poems to you. Very rude indeed…! Initial innocent or not so innocent… little teasings turn into much more… and a little punishment :P
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“How do you do this, y/n?” Comte asked, voice a breathed whisper: a whisper, so rich with adoration and affection. Rivers of silken hair was flowing through his slender fingers. He brought some h/c strands to his lips, kissed them carefully as not to wake you up. “You don’t do anything, mon amour, only be here in my arms and yet my heart is aflame and my body aches.”
Who could have ever known that someday new life would be breathed into his weary body again? Who could have ever known his tired heart would be able to come to life once more? Long forgotten was the feeling of being alive - a faint memory only, scattered shards of a life he had lived long long time ago. And now this memory had returned, the feelings fresh, unspent. You’d been the one remembering him what it meant to be alive. 
Comte was holding his most precious treasure in his arms, marvelled her exquisite features.
Yes, you truly were God’s finest creation. So many times he had made love to you already, but it never satisfied his vast desire for you. Maybe it was due his unconditional and eternal love for you, but maybe also because he knew his time with you was limited. There’d come the day your bright light would fade here on earth and continue shining on the other side where it couldn’t reach him anymore. And never again he’d able to bath in this light and feel its warmth. This knowledge pierced a poisoned arrow through his heart, a poison which would start to spread in his veins as soon as the world would lose you. Slowly, creeping, this poison would kill him; not his body, for it would exist for eternity, but his soul, his heart, his mind. Doom would await him, but he couldn’t keep himself from loving you. 
The Greater Vampire smiled lovingly at you. He stroked your cheek, skin warm from the crackling fire. Ah, he could watch you sleep the whole night! How could a human being be so endlessly sweet and adorable? Your nose twitched when he placed a soft kiss on it. A soft chuckle escaped Comte’s lips. You. Were. Just. Too. Cute! But did he feel a flush of regret for not holding back his amusement as soon as he watched your eyes flatter open. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and stretched. 
“Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
His gentle voice reached your ear but was still so far away.Still drowsy and unoriented you looked at your lover, then around you. Suddenly you realized where you’d been and what you’d been doing here. Comte had invited you to his room after dinner to have tea with him and you’d ended up snuggling against his chest while he was sitting on his favorite wingback armchair, stroking your back and reading his favorite poetry to you. You’d felt so cozy and warm and fuzzy and your eyes had started to feel so heavy and then… 
“Oh my god, did... did I really fall asleep?!”
Your gaze reached the round side table standing next to the chair. On it you found an opened box of chocolates and the book - closed. 
“I am sorry,” you muttered rueful, looking at Comte with big, round eyes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep!”
Comte knew he shouldn’t do it, but he couldn’t defeat the urge to tease you a bit. Chuckling he played with your hair and wanted to know, “Do I really bore you that much, my sweet darling?”
Your eyes grew even wider. Energetic you shook your head, yelled a ‘No!’. Color of shame painted your cheeks and you stuttered a sincere apology. Ah, how was it possible for you to become cuter and cuter with each passing moment?! At times he just wanted to eat you up! Like now…
Fire danced in his golden eyes and his innocent wish to tease you turned into something different, something he didn’t dare to say out loud - not yet. Comte’s hand found your naked knee. You shivered at his soft touch and could see the change of his expression. His hand slid underneath the skirt of your short dress and up your belly. 
“How do you intend to make up to me then?” 
The light huskiness in his voice made your heart leap. How could a voice alone be so erotic and awaken all your senses by its sound only? You bit your lip and smiled. Two could play this little game!
“How can I make it up to you, mon cher?” you asked back, letting your own hand disappear beneath his half unbuttoned, cotton shirt. Warm and soft felt his skin against your fingertips and you noticed his quickened breath as you continued caressing him. The vampire smiled, his hand sliding further up just underneath the swell of your breast. Tenderly fondling your skin there he whispered, ”How about we create our own love poem? Something so beautiful and captivating you’d never dare to fall asleep to?”
His hand stood still now, his mouth only a heartbeat apart from yours. He didn’t move at all, just looked at you with these deep, mysterious eyes; eyes which seemed to be made of a sea of fluid gold. It seemed like time had frozen, a special moment captured and held captive by eternity. But the lover’s poem demanded to be written and thus broke through eternity. It was you who took the quill and let the first words of beautiful love pour onto the blank parchment.
You leaned forward to meet his lips. Timid, not to say chaste. Daring eyes looked back as you opened yours. A teasing “Is that all? You don’t want more, y/n?” hung in the air. You exhaled quietly, feeling your lover’s hand gracefully explore your body. Fingertips ghosted over your belly, sneaked underneath the edge of your slip to fondle you ever so gentle. But didn’t they venture to go farther.  Legs spread by themselves, only a bit - a silent invitation. But did Comte refuse this invitation. His hands sought the smooth skin around your breasts once more. You whimpered in small protest, but also did so in delight then when he was caressing the sides of your breasts, eyes never leaving yours as he did so. He did know every inch of your body so well yet every time it felt like it was the first time he was touching you. 
Comte felt his cheeks growing hot and changing to the color your pretty face was painted in already. It always amazed - and aroused - him to see how you reacted so well to his touches. He loved the moment your breath would quicken and he could feel the light vibrations of your trembling body under his fingertips; your skin color would change, your eyes would get a darker, hazy shade, your mouth would part a little bit… just a little bit…  Such simple gesture it was, but the feelings it sparked inside of him were immeasurable. You had no idea how deep his love and desire for you was running. Did you?
Ah, what a precious treasure he was holding in his arms! Humans got created from stardust and without doubt the star you had been born from was the brightest and most valuable one. 
“Tu es si belle, mon amour.”
Oh, how he wished to claim these lovely lips of yours right now! His heart ached at the thought, but reluctantly he didn’t give in to his desire. Comte wanted to wait, heighten your anticipation. Lust could be a fragile flower at times that needed careful handling; a kind of flower that needed time to blossom to its fullest glory. This kind of lust was such flower. Comte wanted to take his time, wanted to watch your lust blossom for him until you’d show your most beautiful colors. And so many more words of love and admirations left the vampire’s lips. They covered you like warm blanket, made you feel safe, wanted, loved. His whispers were sweet venom, worked like an aphrodisiac. No man before could make you feel this way: a true woman, a desirable woman, a woman worth love, worth HIS love. 
You breathed his name, eyes heavy with want. A low growl of his followed. The way his name spilled from your lips tempted the beast in him. “Not now. Be patient…!” he exhorted himself. His need for you was growing and this you could feel. Hastily you tried to unfastened the last few buttons of his shirt while faintly grinding against his crotch. Far too fast, you had trouble freeing him from his clothes. 
“What are you doing, darling?” your lover laughed quietly. “Take your time, no need to rush things.” 
“I can’t,” you answered with thick voice. You then looked at him with meaningful eyes; you felt him quiver the moment you did. “I want to touch you. Feel you. Comte... My darling...”
You didn’t wait for his reaction. You kissed him. Hard. With love. With passion. And this time you’re able to undo one button after another. Slowly more and more skin got revealed and soon your hand roamed every muscle his exposed body. His throaty, aroused sigh got lost between your lips. Comte’s hand moved up your spine. Nails scraped along your skin where it was exposed, until they reached the back of your neck. His hand enclosed your nape. The grip was firm, however, not painful. 
You lost the first battle of dominance, his tongue brutally chasing yours. But the aggressiveness of the kiss quickly faded. Comte wanted to take his time after all. He gently nibbled on your lower lip, placed soft kisses on the corner of your mouth before he added a little tongue again. A fusion of a happy sigh and lustful moan formed in your throat the moment his fingers finally glided over your breast. Nipples hardened instantly under his skillful touch.
The vampire hummed delighted. Between slow yet heated kisses he praised your beautiful body and how well it reacted to him and his touches. Oh, he was so right! Enamoured kisses and a little bit of touching was everything needed to light fireworks in your belly! For a short moment his lips broke away from yours, but only with the goal to take off your dress. You moved to straddle him, helped him then to strip it off and as soon as silk left your skin you felt him palming your cheek and stealing yet another earthshaking kiss from you. Tongues entwined, breaths became one. His hands, holding your face a second ago, wandered down your body again. So tender he caressed your breasts now, showered them lavishly with affectionate attention. 
Your breath turned more heavy as did the way he played with your breasts. He stroked your nipples, drew circles around them with his fingertips. And you always mewed so lovely every time he pinched your sensitive buds... Your soft, begging whimpers and that sweet face you made was enough to let his cock grow to its full size. 
His bulge pressed against you, made you sigh in pleasure again. Want pulsated between your thighs; want that needed to be satisfied. Now you withdrew from the kiss, eliciting an unhappy snarl out of Comte’s from your kisses swollen lips. e/c eyes stared at cloudy, golden ones in the firelight. Licking his lips, your lover leaned back and gripped your butt, anticipating your next move.
You grabbed his shirt, opened it wider. With an understanding smile he wiggled the fabrics off his shoulders. Some drops of sweat let his neck shimmer in the warm light. Whether it came from the heat of the open fire or from your amorous play you didn’t dare to tell. The vampire closed his eyes for a second the moment your mouth covered his chest in sweet, loving pecks. You tasted the slight saltiness of his skin; it grew in intensity the nearer you came the crook of his neck. 
His long, throaty moan as you sucked on his skin was the most erotic sound you had ever heard. Encouraged by this you continued your sensual torment. Your tongue lapped across his skin, teeth gently grazed it. Hands left your buttocks, one touching the small of your back, the other one the back of your head now. He pressed you closer, fingers gripped your hair. Breasts pressed against his chest, he sucked in air at the soft feeling of them against his skin. You sucked harder, left teeth marks. It was a shame the marks you made wouldn’t be visible the next day anymore. You would have given your soul to see the reaction of the others when they saw that the nobleman wasn’t so noble after all. 
Comte’s vocal excitement gained volume when you began to rotate your hips and bestowed his earlobe teasing licks and kisses. You knew his weak spots all too well and you’d never not take advantage of them. Softly you giggled. It surely felt like a little triumph to watch and hear HIM turning into a moaning and whimpering mess. The needy movements of his hips only accented this. Could you go just a little further? You didn’t ask for permission, allowed your own desire to guide you. And so let your hands travel down his body to the edge of his slacks. 
Your mouth brushed against his cheeks, met his lips for a violent kiss. Smacking sounds of your kisses blended with the burning sounds of the fire. Panting you unbuckled his belt, opened his trousers. The moment you stroked his hard member through his pants he yanked your hair back. Eyes widened in a moment of shock. Anyone else would have been scared to death to the feral expression on his face, teeth clenched, fangs clearly visible. But not you. No. Fear was the last thing you felt. 
“Some naughty girl I got here, hm?” 
“And whose fault is it, mon cher?” you asked with a provoking grin. 
“You blame me for your inappropriate behavior? Is it my fault you behave like a little harlot?”
A trick question to which you knew what answer he was expecting.
“You know no one else can make me feel this way, Comte, darling.” 
“Good girl,” the Greater Vampire whispered, bringing his hand between your legs now. He cupped your mound, felt your arousal seeping through you slip. He rubbed you, so tender he did, always made sure to brush your clit in the process.
“Mmm, so wet already, aren’t we? How so? Is this also my fault?” 
You squirmed at his gentle touch. But gentle wasn’t what you wanted and needed right now. 
“You know it is... Oh please, take me..!” you blurted out.
Comte cocked his eyebrows at your blunt demand. He then started to laugh but soon stopped. The vampire could see, SMELL, your need. Not only was the fragrance of your essence intoxicating but the fragrance of your blood as well. 
“If you desire me that much you just should take what you want.” 
Even now he didn’t let you go; his hand was still in your hair, while the other one brought you closer to heaven with each caressing movement. With a hint of amusement in his eyes he watched you trying to free his cock. It was not a taunting kind of amusement. Absolutely not. He adored how open you were with your desire and proud swelled in him, knowing HE was the reason YOU lost all reason. But was he slowly losing his mind as well... because of you...
The grip in your hair faded. He helped you now, too strong was his own need to bury himself between your thighs. Both of you sighed lustfully when your fingertips traced his length. The feeling of his hard dick in your hand sent prickling shivers to your very core. Ah, what divine feeling! Did he knew how perfect he was? Of course he knew… Right? A few times you pumped up and down, moaning while doing so. He should know how much he turned you on, how big your desire was for him. And oh, he looked so damn sexy when he was putty in your hands and panted your name. 
Enough time wasted! You kissed him, forced your tongue into his mouth. You pushed his hand away (which brought you another amused chuckle) and pulled the cloth of your panty aside. For a split second brushed your bare wet lips the velvet skin of his hard dick. You both gasped at the short yet intense contact. Fuck, you really played enough! You took his cock and lowered yourself onto him. Inch by inch you took him in, let him stretch and fill you bit by bit.
“You take me so well, my sweet darling,” Comte purred loving. His strong arms wrapped around your delicate body and his lips created another verse of your love poem on your mouth, your skin. You bent your neck back, giving him better access to your vulnerable spot. Tips of his fangs scratched against your skin. Would he do it? Every single time you encountered this situation you asked yourself this question. Would he sink his fangs into your flesh and turn you? 
“Comte�� Je t’aime, mon amour...,” you mewled into his ear while bouncing up and down. Hearing you say this… It was as if all his long and lonely life he had waited for this one precious moment. He was holding you tight, one could have get the impression he desperately clung to you. Skin was flushed, covered with a thin film of sweat. He felt… so good… so very good inside of you… You nuzzled his neck, tried to muffle your voice. But didn’t he allow you to. Your denial stirred anger in him. You truly dared to hold back? When you knew how much he craved to hear you moan for him? Alright… He’d make sure you had no other option than to scream for him. 
Grumbling he pressed a last hard kiss on your lips before lifting from the seat. His mouth swallowed your little yelp. Sloppy kisses were shared all while he carried you to his bed. Giggling you fell into the soft sheets whilst he was still standing at the end of the bed. With a grin and twinkle in your eyes you bit your finger as you watched him getting naked. As soon as he was done you did the same. Your fingers hooked underneath each side of the waistband of your panty. Right after slip fell down the ground you spread your legs wide open. Comte ran his hand up and down your slick pussy, spread your honey on the insides of your thighs.
“Hold still,” he ordered. 
How could you?! The feeling was too exquisite, too good… Overwhelmed with pleasure your breath was ripped away from your lungs as he pressed fingers deep inside you. You cursed, the sensations were robbing your senses.
“Bad girl,” Comte hissed, placing a deft slap on your pussy. Your moaned yell made him grin. “You like this? Hm?” He was rubbing your clit for a little while again before giving your pussy another light hit. Immediately after he plunged his digits inside of you again, deep. You pressed your eyes shut, gripped the sheets, mouth opened for a deep, prolonged groan. He worked your sweet spot, made you wince, cry out in ecstasy. Whimpering you arched your back, felt your orgasm approaching in high waves. 
“Ma cherie, I told you to hold still,” Comte reminded you, a warning undertone in his honey-sweet voice.
“Comte… Darling… No…!” Disappointed from his sudden withdrawal you gave him a frown to which he only chuckled. He placed one knee onto the edge of the bed and leaned forward. He first took one wrist, then your other one and brought them down your body. One hand was enough to hold both your wrists. This way your chance of moving was quite diminished. Or was it only the impression he wanted to give you? One way or another, now you weren’t the one holding the reins anymore. 
Misty golden eyes gazed down at your beautiful body. In this position your breasts got squeezed together - a visually pleasing side effect indeed! Comte smiled and took your ankle with his free hand. He guided your feet up and brought your toes to his mouth. One tender kiss after another he planted on each toe, gently nibbled on them. Embarrassed you tossed your head to the side, tried to hide your red face somehow. 
“No, you will look at me.”
The sound of Comte’s voice told you he allowed no backtalk. 
“I am waiting, darling.”  
You took a deep breath, followed his order then.
“That’s my good girl,” Comte cooed sweetly. There was one small pause before he plunged his cock completely into you with one hard thrust. The pace he set was maddening slow. He slid in and out of you, stared down at your helpless and vulnerable form while doing so.
“Always so wet and tight for me… y/n...”
He pulls out completely before forcing his cock into your heated body again. Again. Again. Slow. So slow. Too slow. 
“Comte… please…! Oh God, please…!”
“Please what?” 
“Please… I cannot take anymore… I wanna come, please…!”
“When did my girl become so bold? Didn’t I teach her any manners?” 
By the playful mock in his voice you feared he would prolong this torture. And this was how it really felt for you by now: torture. As sweet as it was, it was just as painful. Your body was aching, yearned for him to claim you, make you whole. You really needed release…! It was unbearable…! Your lover answered your silent prayers.
He let go of you, growled a “Move.”. You did, gave him room to join you in bed. Controlled by his carnal desires, Comte forced you around, your belly touching the sheets now. His hand came down your ass with a piercing sound, causing you to cheep. 
“Ass up.” 
Without hesitation you lifted your butt, just as he wanted you to. Your heart leaped in your chest. You needed him, oh, you needed him so much! One heartbeat later he pressed his cock into you again. Your legs quivered at the intensity of his thrusts. His balls slapped against you, made that delicious sound that drove you crazy. Nails dug into your hips, made sure you’d stay in place. But then one hand wandered, disappeared between your legs. You cried out in sheer pleasure as he stroked your clit. You were living for this moment now, nothing else did matter. So close… you were so close… You even didn’t notice it when Comte was turning you around once more.
“Forgive me, my darling, I just need to see your pretty face…” 
The words didn’t reach you, too lost you were already in your own world. He pressed your legs wide apart, thrusted into you with vigorous speed. You felt him swell inside of you, Comte your pussy clench around his cock. 
“You wanna come, my pretty darling?” 
God… his voice… his divine, velvet voice…
Unable to form words you only nodded. His full weight pressed against your body now. Lips sought for yours, tempted you to a hard kiss. Moans and gasps got lost in each other’s mouths. His balls tightened; Comte was close. Skillful fingers played with your clit once more. This plus him filling you up… You couldn’t hold back your ecstatic peak any longer. Your body froze for a second before waves of violent shivers shot through your body. You came hard on his cock, your wetness not only covering his cock but also the soft curls around the base of his shaft. Comte cried out, let thick ropes of cum spurt inside you. Part of his cum dripped out your pussy; a feeling so incredible erotic and sexy, you moaned into his mouth. God… he was always filling you like that… You loved it and never wanted to miss it… 
A few more times he thrusted in and out of you. More and more lazy he did until he completely stopped. His kisses, however, didn’t stop. Long after you came down from your height he was still kissing you. He pecked your face, whispered between these short and loving kisses how much he loved you. Comte’s smile soon faded though, hearing your deep and even breathing. This couldn’t be true! You fell asleep? Again?! 
He looked at you and had to smile again; your angelic face made him do so. His smile grew wider.
"Maybe I am boring for you after all?" he sighed, but with a quiet chuckle. "Let's see if I can do better next time, hm?" he asked, running his hands through your hair.
This love poem was not finished writing. It had only been the beginning. And as soon as you woke up you’d both continue writing on it. And one thing Comte was certain of: this was a love poem which would never end.
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Canvas [Vincent/Reader]
Filth, that's the description.
1646 | CW: Lingerie, female bodied reader, deep throating, cum swallowing, messy, cum eating, creampie, biting, vampire feeding/blood drinking, nipple play
Not for Minors, nothing I create is for you please go away for everyone's safety!
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It wasn’t uncommon for Vincent to get so caught up in his work that he forgot his basic needs.
Theo was always on top of it when he was around, but he was out of town for a business trip trying to sell his brothers paintings to a very wealthy collector and had left Vincent in your care. You knew from past experience that sometimes it could be near impossible to break him out of his focus, but it was for his best if he did — you always felt guilty doing it, so this time you decided to entice him with a bit of a reward.
Making sure the coast was clear from your room to his, you tiptoe through the halls hoping that you won’t run into anyone dressed as you were; lingerie, a beautiful vivid blue that reminded you of Vincent’s eyes, and one of his shirts to cover you just in case. Thankfully, you come across no one, and as you close the door to your lovers room behind you, you lean against it and exhale a sigh of relief.
As expected he is stood there, consumed with the canvas in front of him.
“Vincent,” you call softly, trying not to startle him. When he doesn’t even blink you clear your throat. “Vincent.”
This time, he looks up.
The moment he sees you, his entire face lights up in pure elation in a way which sends your heart thundering. When you know you have his attention, you drop his shirt from you and step forward into the light of the setting sun of his room. Briefly you hear him exhale, oranges and pinks dying your skin as you stop walking.
It’s enough for him, he puts his paints to the side and approaches you in a few quick strides. Vincent’s hands find you, they’re covered in paint and you can feel it sticking to your skin as he grips your hips — but his lips are so hungry, so needy on yours that you care little about the state of your skin. It’s not enough though, not enough of a distraction to get him to stop painting for long enough to relax.
The moment Vincent lets up in the kiss, you quickly push him back against the wall earning a small moan from him as you press your hand against his growing hardness. “I need you,” you purr out, nuzzling under his chin and pressing soft kisses to his neck. He swallows thickly. “I want to make you feel good.”
He says nothing as you trail kisses down him, unbuttoning his shirt, discarding his apron, his belt is thrown aside too, his trousers falling to the floor — his own hands explore your body, gripping at your plush thighs and biting his lip when he takes in the way the garters press against the soft flesh there. Always his hands return to your hips, at least until you kneel in front of him.
“You don’t-”
You stop his protest by freeing him from his confines, eyes focused on his thick cock, now erect and leaking precum. His tip is large and you lick it, watching as his whole body and his tip flushes deeply and a strangled groan comes from his lips. Slowly, you take him into your mouth - just the tip at first, running your tongue over the slit at the front. Vincent shudders, one of his hands reaching against the wall behind him to steady himself, the other tangling into your hair to keep it from your face as you slowly take more and more of him into your mouth.
As his tip hits the back of your throat you let out a small moan of contentment and gulp down some air before popping him out of your mouth. “Ah-” he breathes out.
You give him no time to focus before you have him in your throat again, this time adding your hand to your movements. Each time he hits the back of your throat, each time you take him deeper, cutting off your own air supply, he shudders and moans and you know he’s close when his grip on your hair tightens.
“I’m going-”
His warning cuts off as you take him further into your throat and squeeze his thighs to let him know it’s okay — that you’re prepared. Vincent mutters a brief apology before you feel him let his release empty down your throat and you bring your tongue to swirl around the edge of his cock, tasting him entirely. A hum of contentment leaves you as you suck him down, and after a few brief thrusts from him, you pull away from him and sit back onto the floor panting heavily.
Vincent’s eyes aren’t on you, however, instead he’s staring down at his arousal which you notice is hard again and — stained in red. Your lipstick. Your own face must be a mess. “I… forgot I had it on,” you admit sheepishly.
He says nothing, and you wonder if maybe he doesn’t like it. “Sorry.”
Then, without warning, he lifts you into his arms and his lips find yours, hungry and ravenous and stealing your breath far more than his shaft in your throat had done. Vincent carries you across the room, to the couch you expect, but one of his hands leaves you when he stops walking and you find yourself kneeling on a cushion on the floor in front of the couch instead. He says nothing, taking your hands and putting them on the seat of the sofa, and then kneeling behind you.
“Vincent?”
“Can I have you? I need you… so badly.”
“Of course.”
His hands come up from behind you to cup your breasts, and you feel his breath on your neck as he nuzzles against you. His scent his thick, all of your senses consumed by him as you feel his cock rub against you through the thin fabric of your panties. He’s still slick from his own arousal, and you let out a low murmur of his name. He pinches your nipple, squeezing your breast until you moan his name, and when he’s happy with that his other hand trails down between your legs and slips your underwear down.
He’s extremely patient with you, his touches against your wet folds are teasing and gentle and it’s only when you let out his name in pleas or moans that he ever goes further.
“Yes,” he sighs into your ear, his fangs grazing along it as he positions himself to thrust into you. Yet he still takes his time, his fangs grazing each inch of your skin he can find until he pauses at your neck — the anticipation has your heart beating like mad and you suppose he can feel it there. “I love you too.”
There’s no response you can give him as he simultaneously thrusts into you and sinks his fangs into your neck. All you can do is grip the sofa and cry out his name as he sets a torturously slow pace. Vincent lifts his arms from your hips to cage yours, linking his fingers with yours; the position is so close, he’s buried in you deeper than ever, and you can feel his heart against your back as he continues to drink from you.
Your orgasm comes quick thanks to the effects of his bite, the moment he has you mewling under him, begging him and crying his name Vincent picks up his pace, the sound of his hips slapping against your thighs filling the room with his grunts. His tongue trails over the spot he’d bit you, licking up the rest of the blood until he lets out a strangled gasp and fills you up with all he has to give you. Vincent’s fingers grip yours, murmurs of your name spilling into your ears as he gives a few brief thrusts and then fully pulls out of you.
Gasping for breath, he stares at you, eyes wide, as you also sit down on the floor with your back against the sofa. “I’m sorry- I left… a mess-” he gulps down, looking at you; blood on your neck, running down your chest and as the trail of red hits your nipple he finds himself hungry again and almost unable to control it. Your mouth and lips still have smeared lipstick mixed with his cum, but the mess between your thighs of your combined arousals is what really gets his attention. Usually he’s not so messy but something about how your lipstick had coated his cock had made him want to paint you himself.
You simply shake your head, shuddering as you brush your fingers through the mess between your legs. Still feeling slightly light headed from how intense your high had been, you feel no sense of embarrassment or hesitation as you lift your fingers to your lips, licking each digit clean as you keep eye contact with him.
Vincent swallows thickly, and pushes himself up onto all fours to crawl towards you. His lips are on yours before you can swallow, and his tongue pushes in greedily to lap it up too — moaning against you. His erection brushes against you as he presses you back into the couch with his furious kiss, and with a gentle murmur of your name he nips your lip enough for more blood to trickle out. Your body feels on edge, and as he pulls back from the kiss you stare at him, your own heated gaze meeting his — it’ll be a long night yet, his work forgotten, now focused on all the ways he can paint you in his own colours as his own personal canvas.
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If you like Le Comte and sexy times and you have yet to read "It Started with a Dream" on ao3, please go indulge in this top tier masterpiece.
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Ikemen Vampire - Comte x Reader x Leonardo
Visions of Temptation, Day 5 Prompt: Spit-Roasting
Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore
This is not the fic I was planning to post for Comte's birthday, it's not an actual birthday fic, but I'm far from finishing the birthday one, while I had this one almost finished, so why not post it today...
It feels kind of strange to use Comte's name in narration rather than just dialog. Also funny how, sometimes, you write a prompt based fic and the actual prompt is one of the smaller parts of it
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Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to put yourself at the mercy of two purebloods, both very competitive despite sharing your love. They had agreed to try at least once, though, and you would take advantage of this rare treat. You had talked about it, and you knew what you were getting into. Each of them could be quite overwhelming by himself, but you thought you could handle both of them at once.
It was funny to think your bed was the most spacious you found for this. That the luxury usually associated with Abel did not extend to his bed, something you had noticed but never made itself so apparent. But at least there was a space for the three of us to have some fun together, and it was the best place for you, who probably wouldn’t be walking much the next day.
You had barely settled into your room, and they were already fighting for your attention. You were pulled onto Abel’s lap on the bed, with him kissing and sucking on your neck while unbuttoning your shirt.
“Are you still sure about this, ma chérie? You know we’re not good at sharing or holding back when we’re more possessive. I can’t promise we’ll be gentle with you.”
Even as he said that, he took his time undressing you, fingers only ghosting over your skin as he slowly left light marks over your neck and shoulders.
“I trust you.” And if you were to be completely honest, you looked forward to it. To find yourself sandwiched between these two powerful men you loved so much and be completely ravaged by them.
Leonardo sat by your side on the bed, and a hand on your chin brought your attention to him.
“You’re such a naughty girl, cara mia. Challenging us like this.” He must have noticed your unspoken desire to make such a comment, which made you a little embarrassed. You opened your mouth to reply, only to be silenced by an overwhelming kiss.
There was nothing gentle about the way Leonardo approached you. He practically devoured you, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he were starving and you were his favorite meal. You tried to kiss back with equal enthusiasm.
As soon as your shirt was out of the way, Leonardo unhooked your bra, only for Abel to cup your breasts, squeezing lightly, his kisses becoming loving bites, fangs barely touching your skin, but enough to give you that thrill of anticipation. You moaned into Leonardo’s kiss, clinging to him, and he threaded his fingers through your hair. You were starting to feel dizzy, and Leonardo barely let you catch a breath between kisses.
Still you tried to focus and started to unbutton his shirt, but you only fumbled with the buttons, too distracted by the hands toying with your nipples and the teeth nibbling at your ear now, Leonardo’s dazing kisses and his hand, now slipping under your skirt, nails lightly raking their path up.
You squirm and moan, torn between seeking more and trying to get away from the pleasure. But there was no getting away, and none of them seemed to have any intention of taking you yet, despite how hard Abel was getting under you, and the way his breath hitched when your squirming had you rubbing against him.
“So restless. Do you want us to stop, cara mia?”
All that came out of you was a louder moan as Leonardo rubbed you over your underwear, so you shook your head in response. It was a little too much, but you knew it would, and it’s not in a bad way. To have both your lovers’ attention on you made both your heart and body so full in the best way.
“Do you need some help?”
Leonardo didn’t wait for a new answer before your underwear was pushed aside and a finger was rubbing directly against your entrance.
The finger quickly slips inside, slowly fucking you, and that makes the pressure building within you worse. Leonardo only looks at you with a slight teasing smile, but, through your hazy mind, you notice that sometimes his gaze shifts somewhere else.
Despite you having gone still, Abel groans behind you, snuggling against your back and muffling these noises against your skin. His hands also stilled, and he only held you tighter. And with a little less stimulation, you notice that the way that Leonardo fingers you had the back of his hand rubbing over the erection under you, and he knew very well what he was doing.
“Leonardo…” Abel growled from behind you, “This is not the night to provoke me.”
“I’m just helping our principessa, since you seem intent on teasing her. Is this kind of accidental touch enough to set you off, amico mio?”
You had no idea what Leonardo considered helping, because a single finger at such a slow pace was more frustrating than helpful. Enough to warm you up, but not for anything else. And this exchange between them, that you had no idea if they were trying to fight or flirt, but, as hot as you found it, their attention was straying, and you were already too impatient.
“You two can fuck later, but one of you better take me now. Or do I need to do it myself?”
Leonardo chuckled, grinning at you. He was totally doing it on purpose, and you had fallen into his trap.
“Such a greedy girl. Is this how Leonardo’s been teaching you, chérie?”
“Don’t act like you’re all that innocent, either. As for you, tesoro, how can we resist when you’re begging us so sweetly?”
The remaining clothes were shed with a certain rush, but still between heated kisses and enticing touches, but no more teasing. At least not directly, but they still fought for your attention.
As soon as your own clothes were out of the way, you positioned yourself on your hands and knees on the bed, in a silent invitation for your lovers. You were aching for them so much, but asking again would be embarrassing. Although the way they stared at you wasn’t much better.
“Look at you, darling. So ready for us.” Abel spoke, caressing up your thigh, then squeezing one of your ass cheeks.
“You’re so sexy when you’re forward like this, amore.” Leonardo joined him at your side, his hand trailing up your back, making you arched into his touch.
You felt Abel slide behind you, two fingers pushing into you, and your body automatically reacted, thrusting back against him.
“Who said you could have her first?” Leonardo asked.
“I was the one who gave up my turn for this today. Besides, I didn’t hear her complain.” You were sure Abel was smirking back at his friend.
“No one asked you to do that. Besides, you never asked her.”
“Boys, don’t fight. You can take turns. Now come here, Leo.” Leaning on one arm, you reached out to pull him closer. “I’ll make this worth your time, too.”
Leonardo gave in, kneeling before you.
“Turns? You’re very brave today, aren’t you? Let’s see how much you can handle, then.”
Your only response was licking the cock before you slowly, from base to head, kissing the tip, then licking it as well, making him shudder. You loved to be able to see or hear your boyfriends’ reactions and the effect you had on them.
You whined when the fingers were removed from you, but Abel’s thicker cock quickly replaced them, and you let Leonardo’s slip into your mouth at the same time.
Being filled on both sides was as delicious and overwhelming as you expected. Abel fucked you slow and deep as you tried to suck Leonardo off, but each thrust pushed him further in your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, but it surprisingly only added to your pleasure.
As you got used to the position, Abel’s thrusts sped up, and Leonardo’s hands started to roam your body again, both of them offering words of praise and encouragement almost constantly.
Soon you could barely think, mind clouded with so much pleasure like you never felt before. You were thankful your moans were muffled by the cock in your mouth, because you doubted you could keep the noise to a discreet level.
You gave up trying to be more active towards them and let your boyfriends use you as they saw fit, letting yourself drown in the pleasure they gave you. And your reward was the most explosive orgasm you had ever felt, washing over you like a wave in a stormy sea, your mind going completely blank then, your whole body clenching. You almost choked on Leonardo before he managed to pull away to give you room to breathe, and you tightening around Abel made him moan your name.
You were only partly aware of the way he gripped your hips tighter, or that his thrusts became faster, more desperate, only coming around in time to feel him filling you. But he didn’t pull away, still holding your hips flush against his and whispering sweet praise to you.
“You still okay, cara mia?” Leonardo asked, caressing your hair. Willing your tired body to react, you only sucked him in response, giving him a playful look. “Good girl.”
With a hand on the back of your head, he started slowly fucking your mouth.
Still not pulling out of you, Abel started rubbing your clit, stimulating you towards another orgasm.
Neither of you lasted long after that, Leonardo pushing himself deep in your mouth and holding you still, his warm cum filling your throat, just before you came for the second time yourself.
Both of them finally released you, your body collapsing on the bed as your tired limbs gave out.
“Tired already, chérie?” Comte laid by your side.
“Where’s that confidence from earlier?” Leonardo joined you on the other side.
You rolled to lie on your back and looked at one of them, then the other, giving both a playful smile.
“Oh, I’m not that tired. I just need a moment. I promised you another round, didn’t I?” You leaned to your aide, kissing one, then the other. “We still have time for a lot of fun.”
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jozhenji · 2 years
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𝚌𝚠: 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍), 𝟸𝟶+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 - 𝟷𝟿 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚗𝚒
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says Happy Mother’s Day to you and when you laugh and say you’re not one, he just grins and asks “do you wanna be?”
Kirishima, MIRIO, Terushima, MATTSUN, Keishin, GOJO, Todo, SHINICHIRO, Mitsuya, TAIJU, Ran, Eren, JIN, Nokto, Leonardo, ARTHUR, Nobunaga, Masamune, BELPHIE, Diavolo, MAMMON
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moonstruckmelancholic · 3 months
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12 Days of Arthur: Write You Erotic
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Written for @scummy-writes & @oigimi's 12 Days of Arthur event Prompt: Day 1: warm drinks / sharing and inspired by Late Night Feelings by Mark Robson ft Lykke Li
Rating: M/Explicit Pairing: Arthur/OC M/F (my Ikevamp OC Persephone)
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Summary: Set during the Ikevamp Interlude In the aftermath of Vlad's attack on the residents, the mansion is thrown into a state of disarray and everyone's emotions are running high Arthur steps back into his role as Doctor. But who cares for the carers? Persephone decided to spend a little time caring for Arthur in the quiet hours of the night and two damaged hearts begin to come together
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The aftermath of Vlad’s theatre of horrors weighed heavily on the residents. Shakespeare was in a bad way, but he’d recover, however everyone else was still shaken by their pasts literally coming back to haunt them. Arthur and Dazai escaped direct confrontations with their own ghosts, but that meant they went into overdrive looking after the fallout of everyone else’s. Dazai taking the role of clown to try and lift everyone’s spirits, Arthur taking up this medical bag again to ensure the physical injuries were taken care of. The mental injuries would be added to the list of traumas each of them carried and would have to fade with time.
But who cares for the carers? It’s something that had been on Persephone’s mind since the dust had settled and everyone retreated into their rooms. She’d popped her head round every door and sure enough the facade of normality was back up but there was someone who kept appearing in her mind.
Arthur.
Despite the rocky start, she’d come to care for him quite a bit. More than she’d expected certainly and tonight confirmed the dirty flirt had wormed his way well and truly into her affections. When she heard the Gauguin had pulled a gun and Arthur had intervened her heart felt like it stopped. But in the aftermath he’d cheerfully put on his carefree act and had been tending the Will for hours. As she padded down the hall, the light from his room was finally seen spilling out under the door and she knew she needed to do something for him.
The kitchen was surprisingly chaotic, even Sebas was too weary to put everything back in its right place but thankfully the coffee tools were together. It may be late but coffee and fudge always cheered him up and it seemed more important tonight than ever. The ritual of grinding and brewing leading to the smell of smoke and herbs filling her nose, proving to be soothing in its familiarity, but it needed something more. Arthur was terrible at holding his drink but a measure of whiskey in his coffee shouldn’t floor him. Well, perhaps two measures - it had been a long night. She prepared herself some too, with a bit of fudge placed on a tray.
The trip to his room was surprisingly quiet, she’d expected someone to be around but thankfully they weren’t. The silence and the moonlight her only company, even the sound of her steps muffled by the carpet. The light was still creeping from under the doorframe, she let out a sigh of relief at the fact he was still up because she didn’t want to wake him from what little sleep he could manage.
The knock was tentative, and there was a pause before she finally heard him answer. Even through the door she could hear an undercurrent in his voice. He’d not escaped his ghosts after all she mused.
“Come in” the slightly confused voice beckoned, the door handle feeling slightly awkward as her hand trembled while opening it.
Turning to face her, his eyes didn’t hide their shock, perhaps the weariness making schooling his expression less smooth than usual. But, his face settled into his usual smirk, albeit wearier his voice taking on a slightly deeper huskier tone. It felt more sensual than usual, making her skin prickle as he spoke
“Why dove, bit late for you to be about but must say you are a sight for sore eyes” he leaned back into his writing chair, letting his body relax again, with his legs crossed over one another watching her cross into his space. The scent of coffee already perking up his senses. She sets the tray down near the chaise lounge, and he slowly makes his way over to sit next to her.
“Seemed like you could use a pick me up after a day like today” she said placing the coffee mug in one hand and the fudge in the other making his eyes light up with joy
“Coffee and fudge, by jove I’ve been blessed by the goddess of the mansion” he theatrically said, taking a swig, only to register that his coffee has an added treat. The slight shock on his face morphing from smirk to full on grin.
“Thought a slightly Irish boy could use a slightly Irish coffee” Persephone smiled taking sips of her own drink. The comment on his ancestry taking him off guard and earning her a slightly baffled look “How the devil did you guess-wait the name wasn’t it” he corrected himself and cursed his lack of sleep for making such a painfully obvious comment.
“Well that and your talent for spinning a yarn” another sip of coffee and whiskey warming her up. The near positive comment reminded him of what she said on their first night she arrived and he introduced himself. The comment on his body of work was ‘oh, the detective stories, they’re cute’ bristled him more than he cared to admit despite his adversarial relationship with his most famous creation.
He chucked with a wry edge “I thought you said my stories were ‘cute’”
“Well, yes your detective stories. I always preferred your ghost stories” she said between sips. Arthur nearly spat his coffee across the room, she continued ignoring his reaction “A particular favourite is the Captain of the Pole Star, I’ve always been curious at what the captain was grasping for to die with such a smile on his face. I read it a lot after my parent’s died and it was a surprisingly comforting story despite its eeriness. Actually when I was trying to make the decision between pursuing ballet as a career or going to uni, it was those ghost stories that spurred on my choice to study English Literature & Art History. Actually wrote my dissertation on some of your work…” Her voice trailed off as her body relaxed into the seat, allowing her legs to stretch and exaggerate their lithe shape, the robe falling just enough to bare her claves. The leanness of her dancer’s body becoming apparent beneath.
Arthur let his gaze travel once he recovered enough from the fact that not only did she actually know of his other work but she had just opened up more than he’s ever heard. The mansion’s newest resident had been a particular mystery to him, ask affable as she was, she was surprisingly cagy about her own life so trying to get more than superficial details from her proved a challenge; her speciality was to deflect and focus on the residents the moments he began to prod more so this candidness somewhat strange and endearing. Adding the coffee in making him feel warm and relaxed. The whiskey giving his mind a haze and the comfort he rarely allowed helped too.
“Persephone luv, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you talk so much about yourself. Feeling somewhat honoured to get to see a little more beneath the surface” the flirtation in his voice amplified by the husky edge of exhaustion “surely not this little amount of booze has loosened your lips”
“Effy. You can call me Effy. It’s been a long time since anyone used that nickname but you can…if you want. Probably safer than letting you pick” she chuckled thinking of poor Newt, but her eyes were gazing off past him, scanning the titles on his bookshelves. “Well, suits you better than Percy” Arthur mused “Still someone is rather open tonight. Must say despite coming across like a little lost bunny whose face seems to give away her every thought, you’re more tricky to unwrap that expected”
“Seems like a good night for it” she simply stated looking him in the eye “and if I ask you how you’re truly feeling you’ll just find a way to deflect. Plus, even for immortals apparently time is no guarantee. Guess it’s a round about way to thank you for your writing” her thoughts tuned back to Shakespeare’s bloodied form and trying to get enough rouge in him so he can heal. It was a quiet thanks, but it still reached him. It meant more to him right now than he could really elaborate with words alone.
“Y’know, I was a doctor on a whaling ship like the Pole Star, you’ve can probably guess how that inspired me” he grinned “granted, for all the things I learnt, the smell haunted me for years” he gave a light shudder that made both of them laugh, ending up in a comfortable silence as they continued their drinks. Effy ended up stretching her legs into his lap, enjoying the sensation of him lightly running his fingers over her ankles, it was intimate but neither cared to comment and break the peace between them. He enjoyed the last piece of fudge before asking
“Where did you go to university?”
“Edinburgh, doubt it’s changed much since you attended” the softness of her gaze and her answer brought a grin to his face
“My, what a coincidence” he looked over his nearly drained mug finding something quite sweet in the happenstance “often want to sneak back there and see the old place again, but there may be a few issues regarding my timeline and as much as I like winding up daddy, he occasionally has a point” they looked at each other as he shrugged.
Their eyes stayed trained on each other, seeing who would make the first move. Arthur was weighing up if a move would even be welcome right now. Despite the intimacy of the quiet hours of the night, when the morning comes consequences come with it and for all his levity, the fear of pushing her away by acting too forward now bubbled amongst the other anxieties that were threatening to burst fourth. A constant reminder of his own cowardice always there to creep up and ruin the most peaceful moments, if it wasn’t for the shifting of the seat and the feeling of Effy straddling him dragging him from the darkness of his own mind he’d consider this all a delusion.
It took him aback but he managed not to show it, the feeling of her body beginning to make his warmer, more sensitive. Her eyes held his, making the words dry up on his tongue, the feeling of her hand gently caressing his face made the blush forming on his face grow as her touch grazed down his neck and start to slip under the fabric of his shirt. Each touch felt so delicate he dared not move as she worked the remaining buttons open, he was losing his composure and knew he had to stop her before this could go beyond the point of return
“Effy, luv-“ he was silenced by a finger on his lips and it took all his restraint not to try and draw it into his mouth. He wanted to taste her, but he didn’t trust himself.
“Shhhhhh” her lips made a pretty shape he wanted to commit to memory “Arthur just relax. You’ve been busy doing the caring. Now you need someone to care for you” and with that, Effy gently undid the robe and let it fall from her shoulders, revealing that there was nothing underneath. Dark hair cascaded over a long and lean frame, her freckles extending from her face down her body like constellations across her skin, Arthur wanted to trace every one but was almost to scared to touch, in case the apparition in front of him was simply the hallucination of a sleep deprived mind.
As if sensing his trepidation, she took one of his hands and placed it on her breast and slowly drew it down to the curve of her waist, never once looking away from him. She only let go to capture his face between both of her hands and planted a surprisingly chaste kiss on his lips, a light taste to tease him, remind him she was here and wouldn’t vanish without having to say it. He felt like he was falling, so her grounded himself by holding onto her hips, soft but more muscular than he expected but it didn’t do much to help as her lips became bolder, his body reacting and making him dance to her tune. She was unexpectedly bold, he was enjoying the feeling of her melting into him, feeling skin on skin where his shirt had opened. He wanted more, needed her closer. His arms wrapped tightly around her and he slipped his tongue through her lips.
Her taste was mixed with the whiskey and coffee and it made for an intense flavour. Paired with the sensation of his shirt being removed and her hands beginning to work on his belt, the jingle of metal a prelude to the feeling of her hand fondling him. It felt like electricity jolted straight to his groin making his hips buck gently. An opportune time explore her more.
Wet heat awaited him as he slid his fingers down her hip and between her legs. The moan she made as he began to explore her made his head feel light, enjoying the sensation of her body massaging his digits and beginning to grip onto him. The thought of this on his cock made him swell in her hand. He used his free hand to pull hers away from his cock because he knew he’d lose the last shred of composure he had, so he pulled her wandering hand to his lips, kissing each finger while gazing at her.
He’d fantasised about this, the prospect of having her at last but it was better than he could have imagined, even just having her ride his fingers felt incredible and he didn’t want it to end, so when she pulled away he couldn’t help but let his face drop
“Shhhhh” she murmured lifting her hips “tonight I want to care for you Arthur” she whispered into his ear, her breath grazing over the shell of it. “Although…” Her face flushed a deeper shade as she said “it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man and I’m not exactly an expert at being on top” she bit her lips causing them to look even more swollen and tempting, the sight absorbing Arthur until he felt her lower herself onto him slowly.
They moaned in unison, her body adjusting to the size, the slight stretch making her back arch until her was sheathed to the hilt. Arthur’s mind went blank, his body sensitised and overwhelmed by the feeling of her, being really inside her. He couldn’t hold back a growl of desire while trying to keep enough sense to reassure her
“Luv, you had me fooled” he said with a smirk on his face making the lust in his eyes look more intense. He was curious, as much as he wanted to take control and push her down onto the sofa and ravish her, his patience held and relaxed into the feeling of her beginning to ride him slowly and he thought to himself that this moment was even more perfect than anything he’d ever imagined.
Effy was struggling to keep her mind on track, feeling him fill her and enjoying the sensation of him inside, the heat, the heaviness but she began to move with a gentle roll of her hips. She couldn’t help but feel conscious of her lack of experience especially with a man like Arthur, someone who knew his way around pleasure and the thoughts kept disrupting her slow rhythm but looking down at him her heart skipped.
He was looking at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, his eyes blown with lust and head falling back but it was the smile on his face that stunned her. Not a smirk, not a grin but a gentle smile making him look almost boyish, vulnerable. The emotions swelling in her causing her to stop her movements just to kiss him, feel him this close. There was a passion but moreover a fragile intimacy between the pair caused by a rawness that only happens in the liminal time between now and tomorrow. She broke the kiss and began to build her pace, not too fast nor rough but with more force as she sunk down his cock causing Arthur to begin panting her name, his hands settling on her hips with force and beginning to guide her movements more. Each thrust made her shake, the head of his shaft brushing against the sensitive spot in her depths maker her voice sing out his name, the feeling of her wetness pooling all over his balls making the most obscene noises as they moved. Arthur began to take more control, moving his hips in unison causing his cock to delve even deeper into her, getting faster and rougher. Sweat tricking down his neck, the veins and muscles twitching, his Adams apple moving making his sensual masculinity even more pronounced and driving her even wilder. The pace began to become ragged, unpredictable making his hands on her hips the only thing anchoring them together until she felt him sucking her nipple, light bites and his tongue rolling over them, his fangs scraping against the sensitive flesh.
“Yo-you, ah” she gasped between thrusts “bite me” her voice almost pleading him as he worked her breasts. She could almost feel his cocksure smirk as he spoke into her chest, making his breathless voice muffled and somehow more arousing “Patience be luv” the vibrations of his murmur adding to the sensations ripping through her.
Arthur began to power into her. Despite being on the bottom she begun to realise he was in control and all she could do was hold on as he pounded into her, her cunt tightening due to the stimulation, the sudden flutters and clenches making Arthurs eyes roll back “Fuck Effy, you’re gripping me so tight you’re going to drive me over the edge before I’ve even had the pleasure of feeling you come on my cock like a good girl” he practically growled into her ear. A predatory edge taking over his handsome features, she could have sworn his eyes were practically glowing. His hand slipped from her hip and before she could register his fingers were rubbing the pearl between her legs making her already overstimulated mind and body burn hotter.
Arthur was in bliss, having her wetness all over him and sweaty body pressed against him. The first stirrings of her climax and having her cling to him like he was the only thing that mattered in the universe bringing out his more vampirish instincts, the want to possess her, consume every part of her from her pretty swollen lips, pert little nipples rubbing against him to the liquid soaking his balls and most of all, her blood which smelt sweeter and more enticing than ever. All she could do was moan, pant and say his name as he got faster, determined to feel her come for him, come on him, made keeping his fangs out of her a difficult task. So much so he almost gave in. But not yet, he wanted her on the brink before he drank from her. He wanted her at her sweetest and drowning in a pleasure only he could give her, even he was mildly surprised by quite how possessive he was getting. To the point, part of him never wanted to let her out of his room again.
The scraping of her nails across his neck and shoulders drew him back to the moment, a pride swelling in him at the prospect of her leaving scratches all over him as he felt her orgasm build, each flutter, jerk and moan pushing her closer until he felt it. The tension in her body signalling her hitting her limit was the sign he was waiting for and he sunk his fangs into her causing her to scream his name, the pleasure of his bite and the climax of his stimulation making her body tremble as she clung onto him while he fucked her through it his own high not far off. Effy felt like she’d not only been hit by a wave of pleasure but battered by it and drowned in it, her mind was rendered incoherent between his bite and the rather powerful orgasm he gave her converging, leaving every never in her body raw and sensitised to the point where she was struggling to even remain conscious. Thankfully Arthur wasn’t far behind her as he stopped drinking from her and buried his head into the juncture of her neck and shoulder damn near growling as she felt a warm sensation filling her up, her body clinging to every part of him in a vice like grip. To her surprise, he was shaking too, his body seemed to be humming with pleasure so much so they both stayed still, panting and trying to come back to reality neither daring to move too much and break away from the other. Arthur even refraining from some witty remark just to pant into her skin. He’d used the bite as foreplay more times than he could count, but using it now at the point of climax like this was more explosive than he had imagined; to the point he nearly was overwhelmed with the desire to drink a dangerous amount from her.
Time felt suspended around them, their bodies coalescing while they shared the experience of the slow fall from their joint high, the wait for the sensations to calm and the afterglow to dim. Eventually he pulled out from her reluctantly but the exhaustion of the events of the last few days paired with the sexual and emotional intensity wore away even Arthur’s inhuman stamina. Effy was barely clinging to consciousness and only let out a quite murmur as he lifted her to his bed and laid himself down next to her, their bodies intwining again as they both dropped into a deep sleep. Too deep for even his nightmares to reach.
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villain-hotline · 1 year
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• tw: noncon, drugging / intoxication, pervert bf •
your sweet boyfriend lovesss getting you drugged up / drunk just so he could take advantage of your pretty little body. groping you while easily brushing your defense off. then whispering in your ear, "it's good that you're drugged up, you really would wanna forget all the sick things im about to do to you."
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xxsycamore · 4 months
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Can you do Mozart & wet dreams?
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Träumerei
╰┈➤ Mozart has never allowed himself as much as to think of her romantically. Strangely, his most recent dreams are all but lascivious, and twice as confusing. träumerei [noun, german] - dreaming
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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x MC • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Wet Dream; Mutual Pining; Feelings Realization; Denial of Feelings; Love Confessions; Miscommunication; Fainting; Hand & Finger Kink; Vanilla; Dream Sex; Ambiguous/Open Ending • wordcount: 1,104 • masterlist
• Welcome to my personal kinktober challenge, Visions of Temptation 2022 - that’s right, 2022. You can find the new one, Visions of Temptation 2023, here. DAY 3: WET DREAM
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"Mozart… Mozart, touch me more with your hands, please…!"
It would be too easy, the composer muses in his thoughts, but he can't find it in himself to deny and tease her anymore. It warms him from the inside when she craves him so, his hands, his touch, so much that she's writhing underneath him. But when she lets out these beautiful moans, the spark of warmth blooms into a consuming fire.
"You love it so much when I touch you. You don't need to beg me. If you want me to touch you, then undress and show me where you need to be touched."
***
"No, that's all wrong. Did you not pay attention when I showed you? Here. Look."
Deft fingers dancing on the piano keys, Mozart repeats the chords with ease in yet another demonstration. His gaze moves on her even before the last notes can fill the air, making sure she's paying attention this time.
Even if it does things to his head, being this close to her.
Given that she was in his dreams just last night. Dreams that were not so innocent...
"I did, it's just… it seems like I was watching you play the piano, and not the notes you play. Tehee…"
His hands. He's not the type to seek eye contact, but more often than he catches her looking back, he catches her looking at his hands.
***
"I want more…I need more, please…please, Wolf!"
It catches him by surprise, how naturally it came out of her mouth. In contrast, her face is burning, gaze not as bold as her tongue, making him want to rain kisses on her hot cheeks. She needs to understand how happy she just made him.
He keeps moving inside her, gently removing the hands she tries to hide her face with. He needs to make love to her more, to give her more until she's pliant and spent and satisfied in his arms.
"You finally said my name." Betraying his own wishes, Mozart finds more appealing spots to press his lips against other than her face. Her neck, where her blood pumps in a rhythmic pulse; the metronome telling him to play her like a melody; to eat her one fang-filled bite at a time. "Keep saying it. I want to hear you say it more."
***
"Where do you want me to put those, Wolf?--Oh! I m-mean, Mozart! I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to sound disrespectful! It just slipped out and-"
Something he didn't expect to hear outside those dreams that haunt him. Just an accident. Merely a slip of the tongue.
"That's fine, don't apologize. Are you okay? You're shaking."
She puts down the folded sheets where Mozart points her to, hurrying to find anything else to keep her hands busy with and mask some of that trembling. While nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she unknowingly barrens her nape for Mozart's gaze.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just…couldn't sleep well last night."
"Me too. Be careful not to overwork yourself."
***
"Wolf… I actually… have feelings for you-…No that's awful! Too straight to the point. Ugh. Wolf, I…."
Listening in disbelief, Mozart is overtaken by all sorts of emotions. Her confession came out of nowhere. But she's so finicky about getting it right, she just keeps saying it again and again.
"The truth is, ever since I came to the mansion, I found myself attracted to you and before I knew it… I was truly in love. I grew up with your music, and hearing it has always soothed me in times of- Nonono, what am I thinking? I grew up with it? I'm definitely not saying that part!"
And from finding himself embarrassed, Mozart now finds himself letting out chuckles he can't control, so much unlike him. His heart feels so light, glowing with the newly discovered reciprocation of his feelings.
"I knew that already… you were being pretty obvious, you know. To think that I doubted it still… Hurry up and settle on your confession so I could make mine, would you?"
***
Today she's nowhere to be seen, and for good. Downing another cup of coffee, Mozart hopes he could drown those pestering, illogical feelings in the bitter liquid along with what remains of his sleepiness. Concentrating on his work has never been this hard and he hates it; the sound of ruckus coming from downstairs joining in the cacophony of distractions until he gets up from his desk and goes to check it for himself.
He sees her then, unconscious in the arms of another man who luckily broke her fall. Somebody answers Mozart's horrified gaze with a brief reassurance that she'd most likely overworked herself and it's nothing any more serious than that. The residents are shocked when it's none other than the composer himself who insists he'll take care of her and carry her to her room.
It's maybe on the way there when he realizes, or maybe it's when he finds himself tucking her in under the covers.
Her room, that is adjacent to his.
Her bed, which is positioned in a way that is mirrored to his own, with only a thin wall separating the headboards.
His keen ear as a composer. One thin wall…
"M-Mozart…"
Her glossy eyes stare at him under heavy lids, gradually widening as if in disbelief.
"Idiot, you're going to work yourself to death. How long has it been since you last had an adequate amount of sleep?"
He's no good scolding for this with those most likely noticeable dark circles under his eyes, alas.
"Alright, alright, I'll rest! I'm closing my eyes the second you go through that door! Jeez…Hey Mozart?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for— Are you okay? Your face is red…"
It's funny how fast the tables turn when her hand touches his forehead in an utmost caring manner, and Mozart has to remind that she might be too warm herself to accurately check for him. And judging by the way she has the energy to frown and bark at him, it must be okay now for him to take his leave.
"I'm right nextdoor if you need anything."
"I know where your room is, Mozart…!"
"And one more thing." He keeps his hand on the doorknob, turning his head to look her in the eye one more time. "Next time you have trouble sleeping because there's something on your mind, just come see me."
The only answer he gets is a shy nod that comes after a rather long pause. And it's satisfying enough of an answer.
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cherryxblossxms · 2 months
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🔞 Follow up in sub Arthur is making Arthur watch but unable to touch either of you.
Theo has no problems making you scream for him on a regular basis, the headboard banging against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts as you shake in pleasure beneath him. The only difference is, he's putting on a show for his bratty little boyfriend as well. Doing slow, deep thrusts, nearly pulling all the way out before slamming back in; Arthur is practically drooling.
Arthur has been too bratty and naughty for either of your liking lately, so what works best to make him think about his actions? Making him watch but unable to touch you or cum yet. He can certainly touch himself, but if it means edging over and over, it might be better to hold off. However, he's never been great at self control...
He somehow makes it to three of your orgasms before he's begging for relief, to kiss you both, touch you, worship you if you want. He just wants to be involved, wants to make you feel good too. Theo is often more unforgiving than you are so it's ultimately up to you how much longer you can last, or how soon you're willing to end the punishment.
The second you give the okay, Arthur will scramble over, kissing you both and hands everywhere. His big blue puppy eyes always give away how needy he is, how much he wants you both and needs your love and your attention. Other parts of him also expose his need, his straining fangs and leaking cock telling you how much he needs release.
Once he's finally allowed to cum, the punishment does seem to work to subdue Arthur, albeit temporarily. He does need some reassurance at the end, that you're not actually that upset with him and that you still love him, though he'll never admit he's looking for those words. But so long as that's provided, it's a very satisfying evening for all three of you.
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Tender Love [Isaac/Reader]
Is not even half as filthy as I wanted it to be LMAO
1596 | CW: female bodied reader, praise, biting, marking, oral sex, semi-public sex, vaginal sex
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So rare was it for you to attend functions like this with Isaac that you almost found yourself at a loss of what to do.
As always your lover preferred to stay out of idle conversation, any time someone looked in his direction he’d drop his gaze and fiddle with his hair as if trying to warn them away from him. You’d danced, briefly, but after standing on his toes a few too many times you’d both decided that, perhaps, you could just spend the night tucked together in a quiet corner enjoying each others company.
It was, perhaps, too late when you noticed the flush in Isaac’s cheeks, the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed, and the heavy look in his eyes as he all but drank you in.
“Isaac…?” you whisper, gulping down and finding yourself unable to meet his eyes. They’re hypnotising pools of that beautiful colour you love so much, the one you know so well. Yet the heat in them is too much, it reminds you of the nights he cages you below him; hands linked, breaths mingling, bodies covered in sweat and joined in every way possible. “Are you drunk?”
“No.”
You frown lightly and shift your weight from one foot to the other. Another breath leaves you as you move closer to him, trying to discern the nature of his sudden change. “Are you perhaps thirsty? Hungry?” You glance around, wondering if it would be simpler to find Le Comte and alert him — had he brought rogue with him? And surely there was food-
Isaac’s grip on your wrist stops you leaving his side.
“Don’t… leave my side.”
“But if it’s painful-”
He shakes his head, his soft locks of hair falling about his face. He lifts his hand and your heart shudders anticipating the usual habit of his to play with his hair, however, this time, he runs his fingers through his hair instead. The smile that sits on his lips as he looks at you is slightly bashful, and yet there’s a dangerous hint to it. You swallow thickly, already wrapped around his finger.
“It’s not… that.”
“Then what is it.”
Isaac’s lips purse and he glances around, before tugging you gently towards a darker, more secluded part of the ballroom. It’s a large room, this part opens out onto a balcony and the night is chilly enough that most people have gravitated towards the other half of the room. The din of the crowd slowly lowers until all you are aware of are Isaac’s heavy breaths and your own heart beating out of time.
“It’s you I need.”
Oh.
For a moment not a thought passes you.
One heartbeat.
Two heartbeats.
Isaac licks his lip and you exhale, feeling your whole body suddenly set aflame. “Then should we go home?”
“I… can’t wait, I need you now.”
You’re not sure what’s brought this on. He’s certain he’s not drunk, he’s not thirsty, nor hungry — is he sick? It’s unlike him to be like this, especially in such a place, and yet the thought that perhaps it is purely simple need for his lovers warmth that has him like this is enough to intoxicate you. Enough that you consider what he’d been saying.
“We can do it here… if you’re quiet for me,” he breathes, closing your body against the wall with his own. He’s hot, you can feel him through both layers of clothes. His lips inches from yours, is hot, sweet breath so close, teasing in a way — “You can do that for me, yes?”
Unconsciously you find yourself whimpering as his hands rub your sides, before running up your arms and pinning them above your head. “I don’t… know if I can, Isaac,” you whisper out, gulping down when his lips work along your jaw. Yet you don’t stop him, you need him as much as he needs you, his kisses had only alerted you to that.
Isaac kisses down your body as he slowly lets your arms go and sinks to his knees. The rustle of fabric as he slips under your skirts seems loud in your ears and your heart thunders as you feel his lips on the inside of your thighs. If someone walks around now there’s no doubt about what’s going on, and yet the danger of being caught only makes heat pool between your legs. You wriggle, trying to find some friction, and in response you feel his lips turn up into a smirk.
A faint trace of his fangs ghosts along your thighs as he sucks marks into each patch of skin he can find. His grip bruising, and you lean back against the wall to steady yourself, bringing the back of your arm up to stifle your moans and breaths of his name. He’s torturously slow, and yet the closer he gets to his prize you can feel him speed up until he’s all too impatient and pulls your underwear down.
You gasp in surprise, the noise quickly morphing into something a lot less decent as he laps at your folds. This is absolutely not something you thought you’d be doing at such a gathering, and yet all coherent thought, all logical thinking goes from your mind at how good it feels; how good he feels. Isaac knows exactly where to kiss you, he’s studied you enough, he knows when to remove his tongue from your depths and instead suck on your swollen bud. When he feels your thighs tighten around him he becomes more urgent, relentless in the pursuit of your high. Then, with a whimper and a hushed cry of his name you feel yourself come undone on his mouth, and he drinks you up like a man starved.
His lips are still glistening as he frees himself, giving you almost a cheeky smile as he looks up at you. Isaac is bad for your heart, you think, feeling it thunder as his lips greedily push against yours. The message is clear; he has no more patience. Probably for the best, you think, as he lifts your skirts so he can press his erection against your dripping mess. He frees himself quickly, the clang of his belt buckle hitting the floor surely alerting someone, but as he instantly thrusts into you, you find you don’t care.
“Isaac-” you breathe out, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close. “You feel so good… inside me.”
He pants in response, licking along your neck as he looks for the spot your pulse is strongest. That’s always his favourite place, the significance of your life, a reminder how precious you are to him. “If you… can’t hold it in, you can bite me,” he breathes out.
For a moment your movements against his still, unsure you’d heard him exactly.
“Bite… you?”
“It was my idea, it’s my fault I couldn’t wait-”
“I want you too, Isa-nng-” you breathe out, holding in a moan as he hits inside of you deeply. It’s a surprise no one can hear it at the pace he’s going, and yet somehow he’s still tender and loving. Isaac raises a hand to trace your cheek bone, eyes twinkling as he presses his entire body against yours.
“I’m going to bite you now.”
His breath ghosts your skin, the cool air from the balcony seems warmer now, and you feel the tell-tale sign of his fangs. He pauses, perhaps giving you a moment to ready yourself. You know he’s close, he’s become sloppy in his thrusts. At first, you’re sure you can endure it but the moment his fangs break the skin of your neck you realise you’ve miscalculated. The moment a loud cry of his name tries to break free of your lips, you sink your own teeth down onto his exposed shoulder. His skin is sweaty yet it’s not unpleasant as you feel him drink from you, feel him spill himself inside of you — your own high is too much, everything else feels so distant and he’s the only thing keeping you standing.
With a gasp he pulls from your neck, kissing your cheek when you don’t let up yourself. Isaac disconnects your bodies, and you grunt a little, biting him harder — there’s probably going to be an awful mark there, it’ll probably bruise and yet —
“I think we have to go home,” you breathe out.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t think my legs will work and-” you lower your voice, cheeks red. “I’m… dripping down my thighs and… I think someone will notice.”
Isaac’s face burns a deep crimson, as if he’s suddenly become aware of exactly what you’ve just done and he moves back — enough to give you space to breathe, but still able to support you and he looks around frantically. No one seems to have noticed — would it be possible to get you out of here without being discovered, still?
“I’m sorry that… I talked you into this.”
You shake your head, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder where you’d bitten him before helping him fix his clothes. “It was… you were so good, Isaac, I- I want more of you… when we get home.”
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Taglist
@nightghoul381 @candied-boys @celiciaa @natimiles @maries-gallery @aquagirl1978 @randonauticrap @tele86 @aria-chikage @queengiuliettafirstlady
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maries-gallery · 7 months
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3K CELEBRATION
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xoxo, gossip girl <3
Hi everyone! We've finally reached 3k and to thank you all for sticking around and being so supportive I wanted to do a little something, something special and in the September vibe. And for me September is GOSSIP GIRL SEASON.
No worries though, you don't need to have seen the series in order to request or have a look at the prompts!
There are some rules however, that I'd ask you to follow:
This event is both fluff, angst and nsfw, however if you request the latter you have to be over 18
You can chose up to three items from the lists for the same request
And of course, be kind when you come into my inbox!
This is open for ikevamp and ikepri
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PROMPTS:
Lap dance
One night stand
Receiving sexy lingerie
Date in Paris
Love confession
Receiving flowers
Sex on a ride (car, carriage)
Teasing him in public
Being pushed against a wall
Enemies to lovers
A love that can never be
Surprise date
Drunk confession
Night at the pub/club (precise which one)
Shopping together
Sneaking out of a party
First time together
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QUOTES:
"Just one kiss. Then, we can know without a doubt."
"Three words, eight letters. Say it and I'm yours."
"Tell me you love me."
"I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else."
"Because I know, no matter what, I want to be with you."
"It wouldn't be my world without you in it."
"If two people are meant to be together, they'll eventually find their way back."
"Nobody's ever looked at me the way you just did."
"I love you. I love you so much it consumes me."
"I love you more and more everyday, if it's ever possible to love someone that much."
“Just because we can’t be together doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
“Feelings never do make sense. They get you all confused. Then they drive you around for hours before they drop you right back where you started.”
"You still love her?" - "Can't imagine the day I won't."
"I am so sorry for the pain I've caused you. And I know I can't take it back, but I want to try and make it up to you. Even if it takes me the rest of my life."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you 'I love you' when I knew I did."
"I may be heartless, but you're naive." 
"You're a romantic. Who knew?" - "Now you do. That's all that matters."
"Strip for me."
"For you, I would."
"How could I ever still love you after what you did?"
“I love you. Always have, always will.”
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Have fun!
marie <3
taglist: @aquagirl1978 @randonauticrap @pockcock @nightghoul381 @xbalayage @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @ikemen-writer @ikesimp100 @ominousjangling
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klutzyroses · 1 year
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Seductive Sunrise
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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!💖
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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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fang-and-feather · 6 months
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Ikemen Vampire - Leonardo x Reader
Visions of Temptation, Day 1 Prompt: Cowgirl Position
Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore
yeah, this was for yesterday, but I'm still a little out of shape with writing smut
Kinktober Masterlist / IkeVamp Masterlist / General Masterlist / AO3 Link
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You should be mad. It wasn’t the first time the disaster that was Leonardo’s room had caused an accident. He could at least organize things a little for your sake..
This time, at least, he was close to save you from an actual disaster, the two of you losing balance and tumbling down on the bed, you on top of him.
And that was why you found it hard to be mad at him. Not with the way he looked up at you, eyes of molten gold shining with both love and lust.
It was hard for you to be mad when looked at with such desire and adoration, and there was something about having him like this, underneath you, just waiting for you to make a move rather than acting on what he wanted and dragging you along like he always did, that made your heart race and your whole body heat up.
You had always wanted to take charge at least once and you had no doubt Leonardo would let you but, after the first few times he flipped things around, you were afraid that, if you asked, he would agree to it for you, no matter if he would enjoy it or not. You wanted to try new things because both of you wanted to, not because one of you was sacrificing their own desires for the other.
Though, wasn’t you holding back a form of sacrifice as well? Were you approaching this the wrong way? And maybe you were just too accustomed to past relationships being simple, other people would even say boring, although you would never apply such a label to a relationship with someone you had loved.
Leonardo touched your cheek, making you focus back on him and his sexy smile.
“If I didn’t know you better, cara mia, I would say you wanted me in this position the whole time, with how much you seem unwilling to get up.”
You didn’t know if you were blushing, or the heat in your face was just the heat from the rest of your body spreading. What you knew was that you couldn’t take it back anymore. Your body ached for him and every look and word from Leonardo only tempted you further.
You pushed yourself to a sitting position, tracing a finger from his collarbones down his chest, stopping at the first closed button of his shirt.
“Oh, it was really an accident,” you grinned at him, toying with the button, “but a very convenient one, don’t you think?” You opened the button, then traced the same path back up his body lightly with the tip of your nail. Leonardo visibly gulped,  tipping his head back when you reached his neck.
“What do you plan to do to me now, amore?” He asked, with a hint of laughter in his voice.
“I’d rather just show you.”
Not that you knew, anyway, you were just following the inspiration of your desire. And even if you did, you wouldn’t tell him. Leonardo was always surprising you or dragging you along with his own plans without telling you a thing.
You followed the same path your finger made with open-mouthed kisses, occasionally sucking the skin, determined to get a reaction from him.
It never bothered you that Leonardo wasn’t very vocal, you were satisfied with physical reactions and occasional praise. This time, though, it was frustrating. Was it because of the switched positions?
You moved to the side of his neck, at first with more kisses, but when you gave him a tentative bite, that drew a low groan from him.
“You like that, don’t you?” You bit him again, a little higher.
“I like anything when you’re bold like this.”
“Anything?” You pulled back, looking him in the eyes.
“You don’t need yo hold back from me, cara mia. I’m yours to do as you please.”
One look deep into his eyes and you know he means what he says, and that steels your resolve. Leonardo wasn’t the only one who could read you beyond words. Your relationship was pretty new, but you knew him enough to know when he was lying or forcing himself for your sake.
You reached for his shirt again, carefully undoing one more button.
“I wonder for how long you can hold yourself to that.”
You both chuckled and Leonardo finally reached for you, starting to unbutton your clothes.
“I will behave tonight. But I am a wolf. I can’t always resist how delicious you look.”
Leonardo pulled you into a kiss while he finished removing your clothes. You let him do as he pleased at first, his hand roaming your body, leaving your body burning outside as it already was inside. But when he cupped your breasts, you pulled away, before he started taking full control.
“I thought you said you would behave.”
“Sorry, but you never said I couldn’t touch you.”
“Touching, not teasing. But now I’d rather do the touching.” You replied, rolling one of his nipples between your fingers.
You bent down, licking the other, then sucking at it, letting your teeth gently drag over the sensitive skin. That drew more low sounds from him.
“You don’t need to hold back either. Let me hear you. You like it when I’m a little rough, don’t you?”
“Where did you learn to be this wicked, cara mia?” He groaned when you bit him again.
“I’m just imitating you, amore mio.”
You trailed kisses further down his body, leaving red marks. You bit down on the side of his hips while you worked to open his pants.
These clothes were discarded quickly, drawing a relieved groan from Leonardo as you finally released his hard cock from its prison.
You stayed there for a moment, watching it, contemplating your next move. You were tempted to tease until he completely lost himself, but you wondered which one of you would break first. What you truly wanted was him inside you, fucking you so hard you would have a hard time getting up the next day.
So you settled for a happy medium, crawling back up his body, aligning yourself with him, hands on his chest for support, and slowly taking him into you.
You still loved the sensation of that first stretch. The slow joining of your bodies. But this time, going slowly was more of a torment.
You had intended to sit there for a moment, watch his reactions, tease him a little, but as soon as he was all the way inside, you lost all your composure.
With a low moan of his name, you moved, trying to find a comfortable rhythm. You don’t complain when Leonardo holds your hips, guiding you to rock into him, in a way that also gives some friction to your clit.
He releases you as you get into a rhythm, and you speed up your movements.
“That’s it, cara mia,” Leonardo said in a husky voice. “Embrace your desires. Lose yourself into the pleasure. Take as much as you want from me.”
Leonardo touched you again, from your hips up, teasing all your sensitive spots. Your pleasure was already building fast without this. It peaked sooner than you expected. Your mind almost blanks as the tension in your lower body is released.
You slow your movements, still riding him to prolong your orgasm, your juices aiding your movements.
When the aftereffect was over, you took a deep breath and started building a rhythm again, despite how weak your legs felt.
Leonardo was more openly responding to the pleasure, now that he probably was close to his own release. It didn’t take long for him to grip of hips, holding you in place as he came inside you.
He must have noticed your limbs were tiring, because one of his hands left your hip, moving to tease your clit. You sat on his lap, letting him work you to another orgasm.
You collapsed against him, and Leonardo hugged you, caressing your hair.
“Rest now, cara mia. You did so well.”
“Good.” You muttered, snuggling into him. “Next time I won’t go this easy on you, or tire this fast.”
“As long as you’re not forcing yourself, I can take anything. I love you, principessa.”
“Love you too, Leonardo.”
And every time you loved him more. With him being so welcoming, you were more confident in bringing up new ideas and discovering even more about each other.
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