To Know Your Love: Part II (Tears of Themis: Artem - NSFW)
To Recap... (read Part I here)
Artem Wing, one of Stellis's top attorneys, is your colleague, your superior...and the man you've inadvertently fallen for. Â After he bravely confesses to you what he perceives as a shortcoming - his inexperience when it comes to romance - you extend a bold offer: to teach him the ways of love. Â Read on to discover what happens next!
Warnings: Profanity and explicit language, deflowering, oral
Word Count: ~7200 words (36 mins of fluff and smut)
Authorâs Notes:
What started out as a simple one-shot turned into the longest fic Iâve ever written in my life lol. Â Here it is, Part II of my multi-chapter piece, To Know Your Love.
To the awesome patron who requested this, please know that I managed to fit office sex into the unlikeliest scenario that ever existed đ¤Ł.  Hope yâall enjoy the read! đ
(Originally posted on Pa*treon on July 2021)
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Artem stands the moment he sees you approaching his table, pulling out your chair in one smooth, chivalrous motion. Â The cityâs top attorney looks different today, no longer decked in an impeccable suit and polished oxfords but considerably more relaxed in jeans and a black button up shirt, the face of his leather wristwatch catching the light of the sun that Saturday afternoon.
âI hope this isnât too awkward for you,â he says after pleasantries had been exchanged, one hand running through his hair as the other clenched and unclenched upon the tabletop in the cafĂŠ where you had agreed to meet him for your first date. Â It was clear that he was nervous - having familiarized yourself with most of Artem's mannerisms by now. Â Fidgeting was just something he didn't do. Â At work, at least.
âI don't find it awkward at all. Â I mean, it canât be any more awkward than the way in which I propositioned you. Â Well, not âpropositionâ in that specific manner; thatâs a very poor choice of words on my part, Iâm sorryâ"
âGood afternoon, may I please take your order?â
It was a good thing the waitress arrived when she did to prevent you from sticking your foot any further into your mouth. Â When it came to work, you had no problems being confident and articulate in front of Artem. Â Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to channel more of that professionalism in what was a very unprofessional setting.
Because the truth of the matter was that you really werenât thinking when you offered to help Artem âlearnâ the ways of love.  How could you, when you, yourself, was hardly considered experienced with your mere two previous love interests  â one of whom you barely dated for a month during freshman year at university, and the second of which had called it quits after you stopped him from getting frisky on the third date.
In fact, you had barely even made it in time to meet Artem in the cafĂŠ that sat in the heart of the city's French quarter, having burned the midnight oil frantically scouring the internet for articles on love and dating â things that you only marginally one-upped Artem on, at most.
âStill, I appreciate that youâre spending your precious downtime trying to enlighten me in such matters. Â Textbooks can be informative, but theyâre no substitute for an actual teacher,â he tells you, leaning in close after passing his menu to the waitress.
You look into eyes the colour of the ocean, their corners faintly crinkling with a smile that draws Artem's lips into handsome curves.
In that patio, he looked so radiant under bright sunlight that you were glad to have been seated with the way your knees went weak, heart stirring like the black coffee in the cup the pretty waitress set down before him, her eyes lingering on the profile of his face far too long for it to be purely coincidental.
In fact, most of the women there and even some of them men kept stealing glances in the direction of your table, ladies huddling their heads together to speak in hushed tones before looking Artemâs way again, practically biting the gloss off their lips as they readjusted designer sunglasses.
Artem Wing could, very literally, have anyone he wanted.
But it was as if he had blinders on, that sky blue gaze fixed on nobody else but you the entire time. Â And if you were to be completely honest, the fact that he couldnât see how incredibly attractive he was made him even more so.
âWell, I wouldnât go so far as to call myself a âteacherâ by any means of the word. Â Iâm actually still a novice when it comes to these things, so if you would prefer to have someone more experiencedâ"
âNo!â Artem exclaims before tempering the volume of his voice with a softer "No, please. Â I would be honoured if you would be the one to teach me about...what lovers do."
That last statement is whispered like a secret shared between the two of you, something taboo. Â It sends a shiver down your spine and beneath the table, your thighs press together.
âPlenty of people have experience,â he goes on, âbut not everyone possesses the ability to reflect on and understand them, to distill the important lessons. Â In this respect, I have the utmost confidence in you as the perfect candidate. Â That is, if youâre still comfortable and willing to go through with this project.â
It was just like Artem to refer to himself as a project, always seeking improvement though no other man came so close to perfection. Â And yet, you couldn't help but feel a pang in your chest. Â The very term hinted at something impersonal, as if there were nothing else to tie you to him aside from what you had to teach, nothing that spoke to the way the two of you felt about each other. Â You knew you were crazy for the man; why else would you have put yourself in this scenario? Â But what about Artem? Â Aside from his evaluation of your âskills,â could anyone else have done just as well?
âOf course, it would be my pleasure. Â Maybe we could even learn together,â you say, brushing aside your concerns with a smile. Â âShould we start now?â
Sitting up straighter in his seat, Artem nods with a solemnity that almost makes you laugh. Â So, with your heart in your throat, you slowly extend your leg beneath the table, gently nudging the side of his shoe with the tip of your stiletto.
It was beyond endearing â cute, even â how predictable Artem was, whatever poker face he mightâve perfected professionally falling to the wayside as the tips of his ears burned red at the touch.
âJust tell me if you want me to stop and I will.â
âNo. Â Donât stop. Â Please, I want you to continue.â Â He shakes his head just a bit too vehemently.
And so you do, foot lifting to slide up and down the length of his leg, feeling barely any give in the well developed muscles of his calf.
Meanwhile, above the table, you are the picture of innocence: sipping on cappuccino and biting into your chocolate almond biscotti before offering Artem a taste by hand. Â You had never expected to enjoy the unevenness of his breath this much, or the obedience with which he ate as you continued your covert seduction. Â A smile teases the corners of his lips when you tease him further, pulling back that tasty morsel every time he came close to a bite until you finally relent, enjoying the sight of his perfect teeth sinking into the biscuit.
And you can see it in Artemâs eyes that he is surprised by your playfulness, by the sudden coquettish display you called upon like charm on demand. Â It is clear that he enjoys it; taking pleasure in the type of intimacy that is reserved exclusively for couples. Â Because gradually, relaxation perfuses his limbs like tides softening the shore, and with a gentle "May I?" his large hand moves to cover yours on that tabletop, warmth emanating from his palm when he gently squeezes yours to make you scream internally.
Artem Wing may not be so bad at this thing called âloveâ after all.
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The flowers Artem surprised you with on your first date hadnât yet begun to wither by the time the second arrived. Â And then the third, and fourth, and so on â all of them exquisite, all your favourite blooms.
All of them delivered to your office beautifully arranged so that your coworkers couldnât contain their curiosity â Celestine and Kiki in particular barraging you with questions as to the identity of your mystery suitor, someone they deemed not only romantic but also incredibly generous, judging by the size of the bouquets and the frequency with which they arrived.
Little did they know that the man who fit their description sat right in that corner office â the one people had written off as a robot, incapable of thinking of anything else but work.
It was almost comical, keeping up this charade before your colleagues. Â But you didnât dare tell them that the flowers were just one facet of the private love lessons you were giving Artem Wing. Â In truth, you were the one who insisted on keeping this matter under wraps, thinking it would help Artem save face on the one hand while preventing gossip from arising at work on the other. Â Surprisingly, Artem hadnât seemed to mind either way, being only too happy to go along with whatever made you feel most comfortable.
As such, the cards accompanying the flowers never did contain any clues as to the identity of the sender. Â What they did contain, however, were love poems by writers you mentioned you admired to Artem previously only in passing. Â Other times, they contained little more than a sentence or two,
âHope you have a wonderful day. Â PS. For the first time in my life, I find myself looking forward to the weekend.â
âŚso sincere and sweet in its simplicity that you had to remind yourself to breathe when you inevitably stopped.
Much like that Friday evening, when you had, once again, accidentally stumbled upon that psychology textbook in Artemâs office. Â Ashamed by what you were about to do but also unable to desist, you snuck another peek at the book â only to find that the yellow Post-It on the margin had been filled in with the names of your favourite flowers, undoubtedly collated from snippets of conversations shared between the two of you.
âOh, Artem.â
The sigh that leaves your lips is so tender that even to an outsider, it wouldâve been obvious how far gone you were for this man.
Because you knew now that Artem Wing was just as conscientious in love as he was when it came to work; meticulous in seeking to learn as much about you as possible as he was to please.  And as for yourselfâŚ
âŚyou had fallen so far down that rabbit hole there was no plausible hope of escape â caught between the reality of having to wake from this dream of Wonderland but wishing to have it last forever all the same.
How would it feel like if Artem was actually your boyfriend?
"This is just pretend, not real life!" youâd remind your reflection in the bathroom mirror every time you caught yourself daydreaming, slapping toner onto your face with more force than necessary. Â And yet, your giddy smile would continue to grow when that text from Artem would inevitably arrive to brighten your phone at 11:30 pm, wishing you goodnight before he went to bed.
âItâs nice to know that your lover is thinking of you throughout the day,â you had informed him over dinner on your second date, âthat no matter how busy or tired they are, youâre still never far from their mind.â
And since then, Artem had taken that lesson to heart, sending texts here and there that made it feel as if he were right beside you, sharing in the minutiae of your daily life.
âAre you sure youâre okay with having just delivery for dinner?â
Artemâs voice brings you back to yourself, quickly replacing the case files that had covered the textbook on his desk right before the door swings open to reveal the handsome attorney, carrying a box of pizza in one arm. Â After spending another long session poring over the details of a particularly trying case, you and Artem had once again found yourselves the only ones left in the office on a Friday night.
âIâd be more than happy to cook something for you, either at my placeâŚor yours.â  The tips of his ears growing pink again, Artem quickly adds: âIf youâre comfortable with it, of course.â
Your chest surges with a warmth that fills you to the very core, remembering how dashing Artem had looked commanding the grill during the camping trip. Â Placing a slice of Margherita pizza onto a paper plate, Artem passes it to you, the sleeves of his dress shirt neatly folded up to the elbows, exposing the beautifully-defined muscles of his forearms.
You swallow hard.
âAbsolutely! Â I know itâs a bit of a heavy meal to be eating so late at night, but pizzaâs one of my favourite foods and Iâve been craving it lately, so thank you for indulging me. Â Although I might take you up on that home-cooked meal on a later date. Â Perhaps you could teach me how to whip up a few dishes in return for these dating lessons?â
Feigning cheekiness to hide your nerves, you reassure Artem as best as possible â biting into your slice and trying hard not to let your eyes roll back in bliss from the heavenly taste of fresh basil mixing with creamy mozzarella on your tongue.
Artem smiles, kind blue eyes growing sapphire in intensity as he leans in closer and closer.  Downing your bite with an almost audible gulp, you stop breathing completely to see him reach out a handâŚ
âŚand gently wipe an errant spot of tomato sauce from the corner of your lips.  Bringing his finger up to his mouth, Artem cleans it off with a lick of his tongue as if it were the most natural thing to do.
It takes you a good ten seconds to respond.
âThat, um, that was really good. Â Very smooth. Â Did you, uh, pick it up from one of the K-dramas I told you to watch? Â You know, the scenes where the guy wipes away the whipped cream from the tip of the girlâs nose when she's drinking hot chocolate?â
Azure eyes widen as if Artem had only now realized when he had just done.
âOh, no, Iâm sorry! Â I just did that on reflex. Â I apologize, I didnât mean to overstep my boundaries. Â Here, let me get you a napkin insteadââ
Artemâs skin was hot to the touch when your hand shot out to stop his; his pulse palpable beneath the grip of your thumb. Â And suddenly, you became hyperaware of just how much larger his hands were compared to yours, heat rushing to your face to think of how they would feel wandering the secret crevices of your body.
âYou didnât overstep your boundaries by any means, Artem.  Iâm here to help you learn about love, remember?  And youâŚyou did very well, just now.  To be honest, youâve been doing exceedingly well.  Youâre considerate, youâre attentive to othersâ needs, you pay attention to all the things I say, whether theyâre important or not, youâre justâŚperfect.  And youâre going to make someone very happy one day.â
Someone.
After all, there was never any guarantee that it would be you.
Faking a smile you couldnât quite feel, you loosen your grip on Artemâs hand, reaching for a napkin to lightly pat your lips. Â In the meantime, he has fallen silent, setting his plate down onto the desk as if he had traded in his appetite for a sea of thoughts.
The past few months had been a whirlwind, pretending to be Artemâs significant other. Â You couldnât remember ever being wooed with the same intensity or sincerity as he had shown you. Â But throughout it all, there was always an implicit understanding that everything â the weekend strolls through quiet parks, intimate meals in restaurants tucked in hidden corners of the city, the countryside drives to admire fall leaves sparkling like jewels on embellished trees â all of this would eventually come to an end.
Make-believe was still just make-believe, no matter how real the emotions had feltâŚno matter how much you had grown to care for Artem Wing â not as Stellis's top attorney but as a man, plain and simple.
And if heartbreak was all you were left with in the end, youâd have no one to blame but yourself â having singlehandedly volunteered to teach Artem something it turned out you knew so little about.
For if you had known love, really understood the nature of it, you wouldâve stopped before you even began, been smart enough about your own self-preservation to nip the crush you had on your superior in the bud instead of letting it grow into something that would leave you broken the moment Artem began dating others in earnest.
And yet, even thenâŚit wouldâve been worth it.
To have seen his smile, unfettered and bright as he sought a copy of his favourite childhood novel in the aisles of a bookstore; the way it grew even wider when he surprised you with the gift-wrapped package when he bid you goodnight at the door.
To have heard his laughter â masculine and innocent at the same time â when you shared an inside joke while shopping at the farmerâs market.
To have found comfort in the fingers that interlaced with yours, Artem reaching for your hand whenever you had a moment alone together â the gesture as natural as breathing.
Yes, it wouldâve been worth it. Â Because Artem was worth it.
Shaking off dreary thoughts, you force yourself to refocus on the here and now, telling yourself to be happy with what remaining time you did have with Artem, who seems to have frozen completely in his contemplative silence.
âArtem, are you okayâ"
âWhat if I told you that I never want these lessons to end?â
Your paper plate falls to the floor, the slice of Margherita pizza splattering face down onto Artemâs carpet but even then, you were only vaguely aware of the mess you had made.
Because you felt like you were ascending, floating through air and fearful that cruel reality would come creeping in at any moment to burst that beautiful bubble that had presented itself like a gift before you.
Did Artem Wing just�
âOf course, I understand if you donât feel the same way I do.  You were just doing this as a favour for me out of the kindness of your own heart because thatâs the type of person you are: always so considerate of those around you, intuitive.  Not to mention highly intelligent, extremely capable, incredibly funny andâŚvery beautifulâŚinside and out.â
Is he saying�
âTo tell you the truth, I owe you an apology,â Artem continues before your sluggish brain can even process the meaning of his words.  âIâm afraid Iâve been less than forthright with you.  I know you agreed to tutor me on matters concerning love and dating but you see, from the very start, I never wouldâve been able to go through with any of this had it been with anyone else but you.  I suppose what Iâm trying to say is thatâŚIâm in love with you.  I have been for a long time now.â
This must be a dream.
All of it.
From the moment you first found that psychology textbook stuck in the drawer of Artemâs desk to now, when the man of your dreams was telling you that he was in love with you over a slice of delivery pizza.
That while you were labouring under the apprehension that Artem was shaping up to be the worldâs finest lover for the luckiest person alive, that person turned out to be you.
âI know itâs a lot to take in. Â Please donât feel like you have to respondââ
âMe too, Artem.  Iâm in love with you, too.  AlsoâŚfor a long time now.â
You blurt out your confession with all the sophistication of a nine year old, but Artem didnât seem to mind.
In fact, it seemed like he was also struggling to process it all, if the turbulent sea of emotions reflected in his eyes were any indication. Â And yet, you were the one who started to cry, unable to check the tears that began flowing of their own accord from some chaotic mixture of love, relief and elation â the intensity of your feelings so immense that it almost frightens you. Â And when you finally smile in response to the one that spreads wide over Artemâs lips, the two of you canât help but fall into a fit of laughter over your inability to decide on whether to laugh or cry.
âIâm sorry, butâI just never expected that you would look even more radiant when youâre crying.  Would it be all right ifâŚI kissed you?â
For a relationship that had begun on such contrived terms, nothing felt more natural than Artemâs lips on your own â so much softer and supple than it had ever felt in the realm of your overactive imagination.
He kisses you once, twiceâŚthe heat of his breath dancing across your lips, mouth tenderly exerting pressure in a quest to learn the language of your every response.  Artem's tongue emerges from his mouth, smoothing along the seam of your lips until they fall open in a sigh, extending an invitation for more.
Because you needed more, much more of Artem Wing than could be satisfied with a kiss alone.
And if you hadnât been so intimately acquainted with his dating history, you wouldâve labeled Artem a liar. Â Because it was near impossible to believe that someone with no past experience could kiss the way he did â lips and tongue moving in beautiful concert to draw out your very soul and leave you boneless in the circle of his arms.
Those arms.
Surprisingly muscular beneath the tailored fit of his dress shirt, how many nights had you dreamt of being wrapped up in them, body and limbs entangled to leave you inseparable for the rest of your lives?
Embraces were nothing new. Â The two of you had often hugged one another: while saying goodnight before parting ways for the evening, or the way Artem would wrap a protective arm about your shoulder as you wound yours around his waist when walking together.
But in terms of physical intimacy, that was the furthest it ever went.
And you can see now that a sense of gentlemanly propriety had seemed to always hold him back, as if Artem had wanted to ensure you were completely clear about his true feelings before things progressed any further, unwilling to risk taking even the slightest advantage of you.
But nowâŚnow, there is no holding back, no trace of hesitation to be found in the hands that trace lightly down the lines of your shoulder blades, anchoring upon the curves of your hips to pull you closer and closer.  Now, his movements are almost willful, as if Artem had finally had his first real taste of you and was certain to never let go again.
The thought was intoxicating.
And when his fingers weave through your hair to elicit an inadvertent moan, the one he responds with â deep, urgent and surprisingly erotic â draws your nipples into hardened peaks. Â Chest heaving, your breasts begin to ache with the desire to have Artem lavish them with the same amount of attention he had shown your lips.
âIs this okay?âŚLet me know if Iâm doing anything wrongâŚif thereâs anything you donât likeâŚâ
Artemâs voice is muffled in between kisses laid on your cheeks, chin, and the pulse at the sensitive underside of your jaw. Â That he can even harness the composure to speak at a time like this is a clear testament to the manâs strength of discipline, especially when the embers smouldering in the depths of his eyes hint at the presence of a beast, barely contained.
Let it out, something within you teases, dark desire rearing its head to seek pleasure at any cost. Â Yes, Artemâs leather couch was buttery soft, but you were still in his office. Â Furthermore, the fact that he was not just your colleague but also your superior might prove to be problematic in the future; workplace romances were, after all, notoriously tricky to navigate. Â But all those nights you had spent lying awake fantasizing about Artem hovering over you in bed were now coalescing into a voice so loud and clear it was impossible to ignore:
Unlock the cage and see how far he will go.
âYouâre doing so well, Artem.  Everything is perfectâŚyouâre perfect.  Please, donât stop.  IâŚI want you â want us â to go even further,â you hear yourself say, tone practically pleading now that you were through with hiding â from Artem, from yourself.  Now that all pretences had been dropped, it was time to be honest.
Honest, like the storm that rages in ocean eyes when Artem pulls back to study your face â carefully weighing the gravity of your words, considering the threshold you had unveiled before him, beyond which there was no return to the status quo. And you can sense it; the scale shifting between cool rationality and incandescent desire as Artem sought to wrap his logical mind around something that defied logic in the first place.
So you straddle his lapâŚand tip the balance over completely in favour of blind passion.
Firm thighs contract beneath you, Artemâs lean muscles hard where elsewhere softness had gathered in the gaze that held yours steady until he cannot help but yield to sensation, head dropping back in ecstasy to feel the weight of your body on his.
The sight is mesmerizing; Artemâs neck extending back to accentuate the curve of his Adamâs apple, bobbing slowly along its length with each heavy swallow. Â It sparks a need from deep within you, a desire to taste from the notch between his collarbones all the way to the sharp angles of chin and jaw.
So taking courage in your hands, you begin to loosen Artemâs tie from his collar, unbuttoning his dress shirt just far enough to expose that patch of skin. Â And bending low, you run your tongue along the desired path â the faint stubble of an emerging five oâclock shadow adding another dimension of sensuality to the sweet salinity of his skin.
âAhhâŚâ
The deep register of Artemâs sigh combines with the scent of his cologne to transport you back to that night of whispering pines and cedars and the tale of Perseus and Andromeda â told so softly in your ear that you had felt like the princess herself in the arms of her hero; that night when Artem had come so close to admitting that he had never had a lover of his own before.  Which meant that tonightâŚ
âŚtonight, you would be his first.
Just as he would be yours.
Artem had never asked and it never occurred to you to bring up the fact that you were also a virgin, having been under the impression that this charade wouldnât go beyond, at most, embraces that lasted for just a bit too long. Â You were of the opinion that kisses, let alone sex, should be reserved for a significant other - someone special who actually meant something to Artem.
That Artem meant something to you had long ago established itself as fact within your heart â the very same he now held within the cradle of careful hands. Â Being with Artem made you feel safe, and perhaps that was why you felt surprisingly calm though your body thrilled at the prospect of being joined to his. Â So you say,
âArtem, Iâve never slept with anyone before. Â This is â would be...my first time.â
Head snapping up to hear your confession, his wide eyes focus on you, the large pad of his thumb caressing the line of your knuckles when Artem takes your hand in his.
âI had no idea.â
He takes a look around: at his suit jacket lying crumpled at one end of the couch, at the specks of tomato sauce that had splattered onto the carpet...at the clock on the wall that read 10:16 pm on a Friday night of a particularly gruelling work week. Â Finally, Artem shakes his head, running a hand over his face from forehead to chin.
âIâm so sorry.  You deserve better than this.  Much better.  This is no place for something as special as this to happen.  If you truly feel for me like I do for youâŚand youâre ready and willing to be with me â for real, this time â I want to do this right.â
Right.
And Artem was right, of course. Â Your rational brain, or whatever was left of it, knew this to be true. Â And yet, that didnât stop your body, your very soul from screaming out in desperation that Artem Wing should just tell prim and her friend proper to fuck off so that the two of you could indulge in animalistic sex on that leather couch.
And with every frustrating second of Artemâs hands running through his hair instead of along the curves of your body, you sensed the sands of golden opportunity slipping through your fingers.
You had to act. Â And fast.
âArtem, if you would prefer to make love for the first time under moreâŚcomfortable circumstances, I definitely understand and will respect your wishes.  But please believe me when I say that, to me, where we are doesnât matter so much as who Iâm with.  And Iâm with you â the man I love, who has already made me happy beyond belief by loving me in return.  I am more than ready to be with you to say nothing of my willingness.  And if itâs all right with you, I want to show you just how ready and willing I amâŚâ
Hands lifting to your blouse, your words trail off as your fingertips linger at the button on the collar, awaiting his response.
That sapphire gaze glides from your eyes to your lips until finally coming to rest on your fingers, dark blue irises contrasting with the pink that rises high on the cheekbones of that chiseled face. Â A moment more, then suddenly, there is a change in the man before you. Â Taking a deep breath, Artem nods his assent, seeming to be once again in clear control of the reins of his own composure.
âI want you to tell me everything as weâre doing it.  I want to know what youâre thinking, how you feelâŚeven as Iâm feeling you from the inside and out.  Whatever it is, as long as it has to do with you, I want to learn about it.â
The voice that seems to have dropped an octave tugs at something primal deep within, the authoritative switch in his tone subtle yet so unexpected that you canât help but grind against the seat of Artemâs thighs. Â It excites, much like the way it would arouse you to watch the senior attorney in action, Artemâs quiet confidence and brilliant mastery of his craft more potent than any aphrodisiac.
So you comply.
There is no fumbling, no nerves â just the smooth motion of your hands moving down your top, fingers loosening one tiny button after another, your eyes never leaving Artemâs even when the silken panels of your blouse fall aside to reveal the delicate lace of your bra.
âIâŚwant to know how it feels like...to have you in me; to have your body, Artem, moving inside mine.â  Taking his hand, you place it on your chest â the heat of his touch sinking into your skin like water penetrating parched earth.  âTake it off and touch me.â
You had fantasized about this moment before, fingers moving between your legs as the stresses of the day melted away with every convulsion of pleasure rolling through your body. Â And though losing your virginity on a leather couch in Artemâs office hadnât quite featured among those romantic scenarios, the feelings were very much the same:
Being so in tune and comfortable with your partner that you could be unabashedly yourself, saying and doing as you pleased without the slightest hint of stigma or embarrassment.
So you watch as those large hands start to move: fingers and palms conforming to the curves of your breasts and gently squeezing over thin lace, your loverâs eyes softening in a look of simultaneous wonder and appreciation.
And when those fingers move to trace along the midline of your back, you gasp to feel his touch â the motion barely there like a dragonfly skimming the surface of a placid pond, yet setting off ripples of sensation that spread to the farthest reaches of your body, drawing forth moisture to dampen swollen folds as dew hangs heavy on velvet petals.
âMy back is very sensitive. Â I like it when you touch me there.â
Your voice is imbued with an eroticism that sounds almost foreign. Â And in the flash that brightens those blue eyes, you know that Artem is filing away that piece of information into his internal lexicon of you, the notion even more impressive when you realize that he has done it while unhooking your bra, the smooth motion performed so quickly you donât even realize it until your cups loosen and fall.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispers, pulling the bra from your body so slowly it accentuates the touch of lace travelling soft across your skin. Â Mouth hovering close to your nipples, he looks up at you and asks for permission.
You melt under the wet heat of lips and tongue, Artemâs movements unhurried and almost exploratory in the way he makes a careful study of your body, cataloguing your every move as you fall apart under his watchful gaze. Â The tip of his tongue draws to a point, tracing slow circles about the circumference of your nipples before flattening to lave over your breasts, careful to pay meticulous attention to both.
âDo you like this?â
Artemâs breath grows more uneven as he continues to consume you with increasing fervour, the muscles in those strong arms flexed to bring your writhing body even closer.
Deciding to show instead of tell, you unwind your fingers from where they had been anchored in the strands of his hair. Â Pulling onto his wrist, you guide Artemâs hand beneath the skirt that had, by now, bunched up around your waist.
The feeling is incredible â hearing the catch in Artemâs breath when his fingers first touch black satin, their tips dragging slow across the patches soaked from the wetness that dripped steadily from the most intimate part of your body.
âCan you feel how much I like it? Â How much I love having you touch me like this?â
His head snaps up at that word, love, and all of a sudden, he is kissing you again â already breathless when his tongue sweeps past your lips to engage yours in a caress that borders on wildâŚ
âŚmuch like the way he disrobes, yanking off his dress shirt with a ferocity that sends the buttons flying, making tiny clinks as they bounce off the glass coffee table before coming to rest on the carpet.
And still, the kiss doesnât let up.
Not when your nails sink into his sculpted back and shoulders, not even when he moans into your mouth to feel your hands roaming his bare chest â savouring the hard planes of muscle that extend all the way down his torso and beyond the tapered waist of his dress pants, Artemâs nipples pulling tight beneath the playful brush of your fingertips.
SlowlyâŚslowlyâŚthe two of you feel your way over each otherâs bodies, allowing intuition to be your guide where experience fell short.
He slides your panties down your legs, carefully extricating them from around your ankles. Â You try to control the tremble in your hands as you unbuckle his belt. Â His arousal is obvious, long and hard and outlined in the barely contained stretch of his boxer briefs. Â You swallow hard to think of how something so big can fit into a place so small.
His head lowers, every kiss he lays on the insides of your thighs making them spread wider still on the edge of the leather couch where you found yourself on display. Â You like the way Artem looks at you, the longing in his gaze almost palpable to see your cheeks grow pink and pussy wet.
âI want to kiss you here, too,â he says, and with a nod of your head, the world dissolves.
You had known release before, having brought yourself to orgasm countless times â fingers stroking the velvet folds of your pussy, dipping into the heat of your own body to draw wet lines around the throbbing clit until contractions arrived to leave you blissfully sedated.
But Artemâs mouth between your legs was an entirely different beast, and suddenly, you found pleasure in submitting to the whims of another who wished to pleasure you.
"Just like that, keep going," youâd say to your eager pupil, who never once tore his eyes away, half-lidded though they became with lust; "youâre delicious" seeping from his mouth when your juices werenât.
But perhaps more than the lips that gently suckled your clit, more than the tongue running along the thin rim of flesh, more than the spit that mixed with your arousal to run slick all the way down to the tight opening of your assâŚyou liked seeing Artem on his knees, enjoyed the authenticity of the ecstasy he derived from eating your cunt with gusto.
You beg for his fingers, one or two to start, crying out when they slide in to feel how swollen and sensitive you already were from foreplay. Â He moves carefully, awe in those azure eyes to see the way your body responds when you tell him to curl and press, just the way you like it.
Then, it is your turn: seeking permission to touch, to hold; admiring his cock, hard and hot and intimidating in your hands. Â You trace its shape, sense the heft. Â He tells you he feels like heâs going crazy when you look up at him with wide eyes and ask if you can put it in your mouth.
You love his taste. Â Love the way the way it feels to pull your lips over teeth and flatten your tongue about the underside of him, the way the corners of your lips strain to accommodate more of his flesh. Â Love the way he grows harder and longer still, the pulse in the vein that runs along his length throbbing between your lips as you make a wet mess of your chin and his thighs.
âThat feels so good.â
Artemâs words are barely a whisper yet encouragement enough for you to redouble your efforts until his fingers catch your chin, pulling you up and away for a kiss, saying âIf we go any further, Iâm afraid IâllâŚâ in a rather sheepish tone to remind you that there were further pleasures to be had.
âWe can stop anytime, just say the word,â he says, but that is the last thing on your mind when you lie back onto that leather couch, admiring the way his fists clench at the sight, cock already twitching in arousal.
Blue eyes draw near, hovering closer and closer until they hold yours from above, Artem softly kissing each of your knees before he parted them to position himself in between.
âThis is like a dream come true,â he whispers in your ear, the strands of his hair tickling your forehead when you loop your arms around his neck to pull him close. Â And in the chest that presses against you, you can feel his heart â pounding hard in time with yours when he begins to push.
âTell me if it hurts,â he says, teeth grit with the strain of holding back though every part of his body begged to fuck you with abandon. Â Because the tight, wet heat of your pussy was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and now he understood why love drove people crazy, the very sight of you â writhing in pleasure and anticipation beneath him â bringing Artem to the brink of madness.
And he wasnât alone.
Your mind was already half gone from the moment you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. Â And when steady pressure gave way to the smooth slide of his body into yours, all you could focus on was the velvet heat of his skin and how incredibly filled you felt from the inside out.
Artem stills, forearms flexed on either side of your head as he waits for your body to acclimatize to this new sensation; pink tongue sweeping out every so often to lick his lips as he fought to keep his hips from rocking.
It isnât until yours do that he moves in turn, gingerly pulling out and pushing in until you assure him that you were in no discomfort, a whisper of "you feel so good in me," drawing his lips to your mouth once again as he began thrusting in earnest.
âAhh, Artem!â
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you meet each swing of his hips with equal enthusiasm, feeling the breath leave your lungs each time his body impacted yours, driving his cock farther up into your depths until there was nowhere else to go. Â And yet, the two of you craved more and more.
It was like being let in on a secret, to see Artem â always so calm and collected â behave with such unhinged passion. Â And the ease with which he revealed his hidden side made it easy for you to behave accordance with your own desire, all inhibitions lost as you moaned in pleasure and told Artem, in explicit detail, just how he made your body feel.
And perhaps it was this more than anything else that brought about his eventual release, whispered I love youâs laid at the lobe of his ear as your arms wrapped tighter around his back. Â Because when he pulls out, apologetic for having accidentally come on your thighs without asking first, you really do love him:
Not just as Artem Wing, Stellisâs top attorney.
Nor Artem Wing, the scholastic, legal wunderkind.
But as Artem Wing, the man himself: brilliant, kindâŚ
âŚand so wonderfully new at love.
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Flight
Fandom: Samurai Love Ballad: PARTY
Rated: NSFW/18+
Pairing: Sanada Nobuyuki/MC
Tags: jealousy, dark (manipulative) thoughts, thoughts of a yandere, unrequited (?) feelings, oral and vaginal sex
Words: 5039
A/N: Re-posting one of my earliest works from Ao3 since Voltage deemed us worthy and finally blessed us with some new Nobuyuki content. I am thirsty for the man and it shows.
Summary: It has been a few months since Nobuyuki took (coaxed) you to wife. He knows that you have harbored a small crush on Yukimura ever since the very beginning but he doesnât particularly care about that tiny little detail. Until he starts witnessing it for himself. And now he might be⌠âconcernedâ.
What cure does the elder yandere Sanada have for your Yukimura pining?
Nobuyuki adores his little brother. Ever since Yukimura was a little tyke, he has loved him the most out of all their family. He is the very epitome of innocence, a bright and refreshing light in his darkly stained universe. For years and years perhaps, he has only ever really cherished Yukimura, as much as it is humanely possible for one human to cherish another - no even more than that - protected and loved him with all that his existence is, for all that his little brother stands for; for Yukimura is his heart after all. Or he was.
Until a couple of months back. He hasnât stopped loving him. That could never happen. No man or woman could mean to him as much as Yukimura does. However, he now doesnât stand as the sole owner of Nobuyukiâs heart. He shares it with the only other person he will ever love with such familiar ferocity and yet in a completely different way from how he loves Yukimura.
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Flight
Fandom: Samurai Love Ballad: PARTY
Rated: NSFW/18+
Pairing: Sanada Nobuyuki/MC
Tags: jealousy, dark (manipulative) thoughts, thoughts of a yandere, unrequited (?) feelings, oral and vaginal sex
Words: 5039
A/N: Re-posting one of my earliest works from Ao3 since Voltage deemed us worthy and finally blessed us with some new Nobuyuki content. I am thirsty for the man and it shows.
Summary: It has been a few months since Nobuyuki took (coaxed) you to wife. He knows that you have harbored a small crush on Yukimura ever since the very beginning but he doesnât particularly care about that tiny little detail. Until he starts witnessing it for himself. And now he might be⌠âconcernedâ.
What cure does the elder yandere Sanada have for your Yukimura pining?
Nobuyuki adores his little brother. Ever since Yukimura was a little tyke, he has loved him the most out of all their family. He is the very epitome of innocence, a bright and refreshing light in his darkly stained universe. For years and years perhaps, he has only ever really cherished Yukimura, as much as it is humanely possible for one human to cherish another - no even more than that - protected and loved him with all that his existence is, for all that his little brother stands for; for Yukimura is his heart after all. Or he was.
Until a couple of months back. He hasnât stopped loving him. That could never happen. No man or woman could mean to him as much as Yukimura does. However, he now doesnât stand as the sole owner of Nobuyukiâs heart. He shares it with the only other person he will ever love with such familiar ferocity and yet in a completely different way from how he loves Yukimura.
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Masterlist
A full list of MLQC anime clips, anime cards, game karmas and more posts!
MLQC Anime Clips
Anime Opening
Episode 1 - Lucien sees color
Episode 2 - Flying with Gavin/Gavinâs Fight
Episode 3 - Victorâs Bakas
Episode 4 - Keyâs Secret
Episode 5 - The Queenâs Awakening
Episode 5 - The Message Board
Episode 5 - Gavinâs Past
Episode 6 - Shawâs Warning
Episode 10 - Keeping Everyone Safe
Episode 11 - Helios
MLQC Anime Cards
Anime Design Cards (Be Shiny Day)
Episode 1 Cards (Gentlemen & Royals)
Episode 2 Cards (Military Mafia & Baking)
Episode 3 Cards (Flowers & Wizards)
Gavinâs 2020 Anime Birthday Card
Episode 4 Cards (Kiro - Movie & Fireworks)
Episode 5 Cards (Gavin - Guitar & City View)
Episode 6 Cards (Lucien - Rain & Spa Day)
Episode 7 Cards (Victor - Kitty & ďżźChampagne)
Episode 8 Cards (Gavin - Earring & Projector)
Episode 9 Cards (Lucien - Medicine & Flower)
MLQC Anime Beach Card
Episode 10 Cards (Kiro - Chips & Fashion)
Episode 11 Cards (Victor - Changing & Gift)
Episode 12 Cards (Suits & Birthday)
Lucienâs 2020 Anime Birthday Card
MLQC Game Karmas
Mid-Summer Karmas 2020 (CN)
Mid-Summer R Karmas 2020 (CN)
Gavinâs Birthday 2020 (CN)
Parallel World ER Karmas (CN)
Double Seventh Karmas (CN)
Double Seventh Posters (CN)
Transparent Mind Gavin SSR Karma (CN)
Warm Afterglow Victor SSR Karma (CN)
Season 2: Chapters 2-5 ER Karmas (CN)
The Dark Jungle ER Karmas (CN)
An Eye Apart Victor ER Karma (CN)
Blue Sky Impression Kiro SSR Karma (CN)
Wonderland After Dark Halloween Posters 20
Wonderland After Dark Halloween Karmas 20
Zoo Animal Themed R Karmas (CN)
Lucienâs Birthday 2020 (CN)
West Moon Pt.2 ER Karmas (CN)
Season 2: Chapters 6-9 SSR Karmas (CN)
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JEALOUS IKEMEN (SENGOKU) BOYS! YEAH JEALOUS BOÄ°S :D Could you write about this topic for headcanon?
yes maam/sir/gender neutral greeting
random bois below
Warning: Suggestive content? idk what to tag this
Nobunaga
Doesnât get jealous easily. Heâs confident not because of his station of power, but because heâs sure that your heart belongs to him (the way his belongs to yours), and petty flirtations from other potential suitors arenât going to sway that kind of commitment.
But even the Devil King isnât without cracks of weaknesses here and there. For him, itâs when you actually act kind and loving to the other person whoâs trying to get your attention. And you often do that, of course, because youâre naturally kind and loving, though it doesnât help that youâre also sort of dense when someone is trying to flirt with you.
...which means he hates it when Ranmaru clings to you. That boy may seem innocuous enough but Nobunaga canât help but sense an underlying secret beneath all that âlittle brotherâ attitude.
âWhat did you do today?â Itâs something he always asks when the two of you are about to go to bed.
If you tell him youâve been out with Ranmaru all day, enthusiastically talking about the places you went, the food you tried, heâll probably hold you closer on your shared futon, the grip on your waist unyielding, and pin your body down underneath his. At this point itâs safe to assume that youâre not going to go to sleep anytime soon.
âAll day, you say,â he murmurs, opting to administer teasing kisses on your neck and jaw, doing everything he can to avoid your lips where he knows you want it the most. The man usually takes what he wants, so when he teases, you know itâs going to persist throughout the affair.
His hand wanders to the hem of your robe, slowly slipping inside.Â
âThen I suppose itâs only fair that you dedicate yourself to me all night.â
Hideyoshi
As a devout follower of Nobunaga, he likes to think that he also doesnât get jealous easily, because heâs a full-grown, mature man, right?
Letâs just say thatâs not quite it.
There was one time he catches you in a room with the seamstresses, and he sees you blushing. Red from the top of your head to your neck. They are surrounding you, likely showering you with compliments on your design, but he canât actually hear what theyâre saying. All he knows is that youâre sat in the middle of them, face delightfully reddened and a slightly distressed-slash-embarrassed look on your face that reminds him so much of the face you make when youâre in bed with him...
And thatâs when the feeling flares up in his gut. He announces his presence and practically ushers you out. Stunned, you follow blindly. He brings you to your shared quarters before deciding to ask what you were doing with the seamstresses exactly.
He doesnât know if he should be dismayed or delighted at your still-blushing face. Did you get redder? You show him something youâve been holding in your hand, something he doesnât noticeâ
It looks like very skimpy, very accessible undergarments.
You stutter as you explain. âIt was a gift.â
His hungry eyes pinned on yours, hands already beginning to undo your obi, he replies in a heartbeat. âThen itâd be rude for us to not use it.â
Shingen
Guy flirts with anything that has two legs and breathes so
Itâll be kind of hypocritical of him if he gets jealous easily, and by nature heâs very chill, so... that should be fine.
Or so he thinks.
It starts with you bantering with Yukimura. The two of you are almost like siblings in Kasugayama, always having something to good-naturedly argue about, so heâs used to the sight. What heâs not used to is Yukimura blushing around you. Maybe the two of you are talking about something embarrassing, but Shingen isnât used to seeing him like that at all.
With Sasuke, youâre always sharing inside jokes about the future. Even after Shingenâs short visit, he canât say he understands everything you talk about. Sometimes heâll catch you snickering with each other (about something called a âkombucha girlâ? Heâs not sure).
Kenshin pours your sake at banquets.
Itâll take awhile for jealousy to blossom, but when it does, itâll be unexpected and... maybe enjoyable. Heâll whisk you away from the lively party into the quiet of his quarters, lips nibbling on your ear and hands busy undressing you.
âShingen, whatâah!â
âEveryoneâs in love with you, do you know that?â he asks, nimble fingers on your chest. âBut only I can have you like this, because you only love me. I want you to say it.â Â
Possessive Shingen is a rare occurrence, so you best enjoy it while it lasts.Â
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Can I request Mitsuhide and Ieyasu...S and B NSFW??
Yes, you can, sweetie! đ I hope you enjoy it! đ
Fandom: IkĂŠmen Sengoku
Featuring:Â Mitsuhide Akechi & Ieyasu Tokugawa
Warnings: Sexual Content | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk
đ¸ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Mitsuhide is proud of his golden eyes and his long, silvery lashes
The reason is that you adore them
Youâre always complimenting his gorgeous eyes
He can help but let out a pleasant chuckle whenever you say youâre jealous of his lashes
He loves your thighs and back
He likes resting his head on your thighs and take a short nap there when you ask force him to
He also likes how plump and comfortable they are
Your lap is his safe place
When heâs having a terrible day, you offer him your lap and he is able to relax there under your comforting touch and encouraging words
Also, Mitsuhide likes your back because it feels so nice when he brushes his fingers over your silk-like skin
He rejoices in the way you shudder and moan ever-so-softly whenever he brushes that special spot on your lower back with his deft fingers
đ¸ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Mitsuhide can last fairly long especially if heâs the one in charge
Your pleasure is of utmost importance to him
So he focuses on your pleasure, to the point where he, sometimes, neglects his own needs
He just wonât let himself cum before you do
And sometimes he wonât even come!
Although that only happens when heâs worshipping your body and all he wants is to pleasure you till you see stars
So, itâs up to you to take care of his sexual needs when that happens
Now, when heâs the one submitting his power to you he gets too caught up in the moment and he might come before you do
Thatâs the only time when he lets himself be a tad more selfish
Especially if youâre pampering him
And he does need a lot of tender loving!
However, leaving you unsatisfied is not in his nature, so he will make sure to pay the favour 100x
đ¸ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Ieyasu likes his neck
He gets all fuzzy inside when you bury your face in his neck
And boy if you kiss his neck, he becomes a blushy, stuttering mess
Usually, whenever you do that, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him
He finds that really comforting even though he would never admit it
He says itâs annoying when you do that, but he means he thinks itâs cute
Ieyasuâs favourite part of your body are your hands
He loves it when you ran your slender fingers through his blond hair
It soothes his troubled mind and it can quickly lull him into a peaceful sleep
He will hint that he wants you to brush his hair to sleep
But he does it in his own, contrarian way
So you take a while to figure out what he wants
If he gets too frustrated by your âobliviousnessâ as he calls it, he will purse his lips and grumpily tell you what heâs been trying to tell you for the last 20 minutes
Heâs adorable, but do not tell him that!
Or do
Heâll blush and itâll be his turn to bury his face in your neck
đ¸ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Unlike Mitsuhide, heâs not selfless; heâll definitely come once
But heâs not selfish either; heâll make you come several times
He lasts long enough to make you come at least once
He really loves it when the two of you reach your climax together
It makes him feel so close and connected to you, so in synchrony
Heâs elated every time you two come in unison
Ieyasu finds it really arousing
And if the two of you are in the mood, he can go for another round
In the rare case that heâs too tired to do it again but youâre still carving his touch
Heâll go down on you or use his dexterous fingers to pleasure you
He knows exactly what to do to sate your hunger for him
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Time After Time: Victorâs Firsts (MLQC NSFW Headcanon)
Hey everyone! Â
Thanks to all who voted in my Twitter poll to see whose NSFW âFirstsâ headcanons they wanted to read next. đVictor was the undisputed victor (haha!) over Kiro, so I hope you all enjoy my longest headcanons to dateâŚALL 18 MINUTES OF IT! (these totally got out of hand, for whatever reason LOL) đľđ
Warning:Â NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised.
Naughtiness ensues after the cut!
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The Assassin: Ikemen Vampire
by @ikesensrandomninjagirl (May 2020)
Requested by @niphredil-14
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Cybird.
Warnings: none, SFW
See my Masterlists for more fanfiction.
I tried to write a headcannon for Ikemen Vampire where the MC was actually employed as an assassin in the present day. Well, Iâm not very good at headcannons and it got away from me. So, Iâve ended up with the following:
Premise: Le Comte has a house meeting
Resolution A: Arthurâs Amour
Resolution B: Napoleonâs Liaison
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Premise (SFW)
âWait, wait, wait! Sheâs⌠an assassin?â Isaac stuttered a response to Le Comteâs declaration. Everyone else seemed speechless.
Le Comte nodded, âYes, and since she has finally felt comfortable enough to share this information with us, I would ask that each of you be more conscientious of respecting her personal space. â
The residents glanced at one another. Theoâs smirk drew a few eyes in Arthurâs direction, but Napoleon rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly seemed suspect as well.
âHow exactly has this become a problem?â Mozart asked disdainfully.
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SIN 2020
Hello, lovelies!Â
Welcome to the first day of Self-Indulgent November or SIN.
Basically, I will try to post one reader-insert, smutty drabble every day!
You can participate too if you want! Iâd love it if some of you did!!
To do so, you have to:
Write one smutty drabble or more. It does not have to be explicit, but it has to be suggestive, at least.
Post it with the hashtag âSIN_2020âł
Tag me on the post so I can read it
And thatâs it! You donât have to write all 30 drabbles! (Honestly, I donât even think Iâll be able to). Just write as much as you want!
Remember that this is supposed to be fun and very self-indulgent!
List
Day 1 -Â Docile (Leone Abbacchio) - JJBAÂ
Day 2 - Make It Better (Victor) - MLQCÂ
Day 3 - Turning Tables (Leonardo) - IkeVampÂ
Day 4 - That Butler: in Love (Sebastian) - Black ButlerÂ
Day 5 - Rise and Shine (Barbatos) - Obey Me!Â
Day 6 - Feel you (Buccellati x reader) - JJBAÂ
Day 7 - The Beast and the Harlot (Simeon x reader) Obey Me!
Day 8 - Spicy Victory - (Nobunaga x reader) - IkeSenÂ
Day 9 - Evening Relaxation (Diavolo x reader) - Obey Me!
Day 10 - Squeaking Mouse (Mitsuhide x reader) - IkeSen
Day 11 - Hushed Whispers (Satan x reader) - Obey Me!Â
Day 12 - Home (Motonari x reader) - IkeSen
Day 13 - Final Boss (Leviathan x reader) - Obey Me!
Day 14 - Moonlight (Kenshin x reader) - IkeSen
Day 15 - Big Bad Wolf (Asmodeus x reader) - Obey Me!
Day 16 - To Tame a Tiger (Shingen x reader) - IkeSen
Day 17 - Crazy for You (Mammon x reader) - Obey Me!
Day 18 - Good Hondje (Theodorus van Gogh x reader) - IkeVamp
Day 19 - Comfy (Belphegor x reader) - Obey Me!
Day 20 - Dark Alleyway (Jonah x reader) - IkeRev
Day 21 - A Taste of Honey (Beelzebub x reader) - Obey Me!
Day 22 - Tender Loving (Muriel x reader) - The Arcana
Day 23 -Â Undying Thirst (Masamune x reader) - IkeSen
Day 24 - Carefree (Vincent x reader) - IkeVamp
Day 25 - Concealed Delight (Lucifer x reader) - Obey Me!
Day 26 - Adoration (Mitsunari x reader) - IkeSen
Day 27 - Giddy (Yukimura x reader) - IkeSen
Day 28 - Bite Me (Arthur x reader) - IkeVamp
Day 29 - Sinful Indulgence (Seteth x reader) - FE3H
Day 30 - Dlectable (Kaeya x reader) - Genshin Impact
Contributors
đ¸Â Craving You (Shingen x reader) - IkeSen by @teatimemolsâ
đ¸Â Powerful (Swain x reader) - League of Legends by @teatimemolsâ
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hello! I love your blog *so* much, your writing is *chefs kiss*đ but anyways! could I request a napoleon x reader smut where he gets jealous (for someone flirting or drunk kissing you or whatever you think would get Napoleon v e r y jealous lol) and uh,,,wants to make sure you know youâre his đ
aww thank you! it means so much to me that you enjoy my blog and writing đĽşđĽş and thank you for requesting something STEAMY for my best boi. i, uh, may have had more fun than iâd like to admit with this ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°) so here you go!
(as with the rest of my smut fics, minors please do NOT interact with this, thank you!)
â title: king of my heart, body, and soul
â prompt:Â jealous sex
â pairing: napoleon x fem!reader
â word count: 4.3kÂ
â summary: while napoleon is stuck with bodyguarding duty at a ball, you spend the night dancing with other men, and so he decides you need a reminder as to who your heart, body, and soul belongs with.Â
â notes: artistic license â fashion was taken. the dress hyperlinked below is probably historically inaccurate but idc itâs not like cybird dresses MC in historically accurate outfits + itâs cute and i want you to be wearing it as napoleon fucks your brains out
â tagging: @juminly @kisara-16 @nad-zeta @sweetlittlemouse
â AO3 link
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As kind as le Comteâs invitation was, itâs hard to enjoy a ball when the one you want to be with the most canât be with you. A beautiful tulle gown of grey-blue blending gorgeously with pink adorns you and spreads around your feet in a small train, earning you the eyes of everyone youâve swept past. Yet this doesnât matter to you, as the one you want to see you dressed like this the most canât keep his eyes on you for more than a passing glance.
âIâm sorry, ma chĂŠrie.â Comteâs smooth voice calls you back to reality. Heâs holding your hand in one of his larger ones, while the other rests on a respectful spot on your upper back. âI know Napoleon is the one you wish to be with, butââ
âNo, no, itâs okay!â you hurry to reassure him, plastering a smile on your face. âI mean, yes, Iâd love to be dancing with him right now, but I understand he has a job he needs to do. An important one, too.â
In many ways, being with Napoleon is both a blessing and a curse. His skill with his sword means you never have to fear for your safety when youâre with him. The downside? Most of the time when you two attend balls, you donât get to spend it together as youâre there for pleasure while heâs there for business.Â
No, I canât let that get me down, you remind yourself. If I get all sad and mopey, heâll get worried. I donât want to distract him from his work.
Putting on a brave face, you finish the dance with Comte. No sooner does he release you than is he swept away by a crowd of beautiful, vivacious women. You take that opportunity to slip away to a corner to catch your breath and maybe have a drink while youâre at it.Â
From your position against the wall, you have a broad view of the dazzling ballroom. Socialites in all their finery spin around the room, in swathes of colour like petals scattered across a field on a spring afternoon. But your gaze cuts right through them to locate the one who truly matters to youâand the moment you find him, your heart leaps into your throat.
Itâs only for a secondâmaybe two or three at bestâbut the look in Napoleonâs breathtaking jade eyes makes it clear that heâs seeing you too. Even across this great distance from opposite sides of the ballroom, there is no mistaking the flames of longing and desire in his gaze as his eyes sweeps up and down your figure. The fluttering in your heart shoots down to that telltale spot between your thighs. Blushing, you clamp your legs together in a feeble attempt to stave off the heat gathering thereâbecause right before you two had parted ways at the entrance of the ball, heâd whispered something to you that is still lingering on your mind.
âIâm sorry I canât spend the ball with you, my pretty nunuche. But I promise I will make it up to you tenfold once the party is over.â
You reckon you still have a couple more hours before you can finally see how exactly heâll âmake it upâ to you, so you decide: why not enjoy the party? Thatâs what youâre here for, and you know heâd hate for you to miss out on the fun because you were too busy worrying about him.
The hours pass in a blur of mingling, dancing, and polite small talk about nothing particularly interesting with the other party-goers. Several of Comteâs socialite friendsâall of whom are very handsome, charming, and richâhave taken turns leading you on the dance floor. Itâs fun, making new friends and learning more about the people who live in this era thatâs so different from the one youâre from. But none of them can really replace the longing in your heart and body for one, and only one, man.
And speaking of that manâŚÂ
The back of your neck has been prickling for the past few hours, on and off. Itâll come on, vanish, only to return moments later. You have a good guess as to who it is thatâs watching you, so you decide to finally confirm it for yourself. As gracefully as you can, you dodge another manâs advances and find Napoleon at his station. A shiverânot an unpleasant oneâruns down your back when you spot the way he looks; his hand gripping his sword tight while the other is clenched by his side, the hard set of his jaw as he struggles to remain professional on the job, the darkness in his eyes as he blatantly burns you with the intensity of his stare. You offer him a quick, reassuring smile before turning around to accept another manâs dance. You are playing with fire here and youâre well aware of thatâbut maybe sometimes bad girls like getting burned, right?
The party soon comes to a close and the party-goers start trickling out of the ballroom after giving their thanks to the host. After politely turning down Comteâs offer to bring you back home and waving him goodbye goodbye, you hover near the entrance and count down the number of people leaving before the building finally empties out.
Eager, you turn around, but Napoleon has already beaten you to it. Closing the distance between you two with long strides, he pulls you into his arms and lifts you off your feet. No words are needed as he presses his lips to yours in a hurried, hungry kiss. You moan softly when his teeth nip at your lower lip and his tongue plunges into your mouth as it has done countless times before. He barely lets you pull away for air for longer than a split second before bringing you back into yet another punishing kiss, and a third and fourth one after that. Youâre glad heâs holding you up in his arms, because your knees would have given out beneath you from the intensity of his kisses.
âYou were waiting for me?â he asks, setting you back down on your feet. Heâs still holding your waist though; probably figured out your knees are currently not strong enough to hold you up independently.
âOf course,â you reply, out of breath. âI missed you so badly, I couldnât wait any longer to be with you again. I kept thinking about you all throughout the ball and how much I wanted you.â
His eyes darken as he gazes down at you. They sweep all over youâfrom your head down to your body to your legs, then back up to your face. âYou should be more careful about the kind of things you say to me, nunuche,â he murmurs. His voice is low and sultry, causing damp heat to pool between your legs. âI was originally going to bring you home and make sure you had a nice, warm bath before ravishing youâbut just like you, I couldnât wait to be with you again, so I think Iâll just take you now.â
âWhat?â Your voice squeaks in surprise. âYouâyou mean, right here, right now?â
âRight now, yes. But perhaps not in this exact spot, where anyone can see and hear you. Come.â
He seems to know where heâs going, so you follow him as he leads you around to the veranda at the back of the building. The darkness of night covers the whole area like a veil, the only light being the moon and stars above you. Behind the veranda is a stretch of woods. With the rest of the party gone, including the host, no one is around to see what you and Napoleon will get up to.
âNapoleonâmmm!â
His name barely leaves your lips when he roughly pushes you up against the wall. If you thought his kisses before were intense, his kisses now are something else. His teeth and mouth leave your lips swollen by the time heâs through with them, but he doesnât stop there. His kisses traverse downwards, nipping at your jaw and marking your neck. He has open access to your shoulders thanks to the off-shoulder straps of your dress, which he takes advantage of to leave several bruising kisses on your shoulders and cleavage, while his hand slips down to lift your leg up around his waist so he can press his hips against the space between your spread thighs.
âOh, god, NapoleonâŚâ you moan helplessly as he rolls his hardening cock against your covered core, his lips continuously marking your skin all the while. You cling to his broad shoulders for even a shred of stability as the pleasure from his ministrations threaten to sweep you away in its cascading waves.
You have a feeling you know whatâs gotten into him, and that only heightens your pleasure. While itâs not like he has never been somewhat rough with you before, this is different. Normally he takes his time winding you up and making you feen for him. Now, though, thereâs something almost feral about the way heâs touching and marking you.
âHeh.â He pulls himself back up to his full height and grins wolfishly down at you. âKnew I could get you to make those beautiful sounds for me. And only me.â
âOnly you?â you echo, arching an eyebrow. âDoes that have to do with why youâre acting differently tonight?â
Surprise flickers in the depths of his lust-filled eyes. âActing differently?â He sighs, though a wry smile plays at his lips. âI suppose I canât hide anything from you. Fine. I⌠I didnât like how those other men were dancing with you earlier.â
Youâve already figured that out, judging from the way heâd kept staring at you all throughout the night. Carefully, you examine the look on his face. Conflict rages across it; a war of jealousy, desire, possessiveness, self-admonishment, and fear. Where you once thought he was stoic and impossible to figure out, is now an open book for you to pick apart at your liking.
âSoâŚâ you venture. âYou were jealous?â
His frown deepens, but he nods. âWell, yes. I know itâs ridiculous, because you were at a party and so it would be more out of place if you werenât dancing. And I know I couldnât be with you because I had a job to do. And above all, I do trust you. But watching the way all those men were chatting you up and dancing with you and touching youââ A darkness you rarely see descends on his handsome face. ââI really, really didnât like that.â
Heat rushes through your body, along with a thrill of excitement and joy. Itâs not often Napoleon gets jealousâor at least, not often that he admits itâso seeing him like this, all vulnerable and possessive, is so endearing you canât help the smile that overtakes your face.
âHm? What are you smiling about?â he asks. âI didnât want to tell you because I didnât want you to think I didnât trust you or that I donât respect your autonomyââ
âNo, itâs not that,â you giggle. Heâs so cute, it compels you to rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his well-defined jaw. âMaybe itâs strange, but it makes me really happy you feel that way. That you care so much youâd get all jealous and stuff.â
âNunuche.â He kisses you, gentler this time. âWhat man wouldnât get at least slightly jealous when the woman he loves is dancing the night away with another man? Or in your case, a bunch of other men? And since you like it when Iâm like this, I donât think youâd complain if I gave you someâŚÂ punishment. Am I right?â
Oh, you definitely like the sound of that, and you know he can read it in your expression. The insecurity in his face melts away, replaced with a teasing smirk. He presses you harder against the wall, the hardness in his pants damn near making an indentation between your legs.
âLet me see. They touched you here, didnât they?â Napoleonâs large hands slip under your skirt to squeeze your waist, prompting a gasp from you. âAnd here.â He seizes your smaller hand and presses a kiss to the back of it, then to your more sensitive palm. More gasps escape you as his rough kisses line your wrist and palm, followed by whimpers when he takes each of your fingers into his mouth and nips at and sucks on your fingertips. His eyes never leave yours for a moment, making sure youâre seeing everything heâs doing to you.
How? How is it possible that heâs making your panties soaked with just several kisses on your hand? And as if that wasnât enough, he lets go of your hand, only to get down on his knees before you and lift one of your legs over his shoulder.
âNapoleonâŚâ you whine, realising what heâs planning to do.
âBut thereâs one place they didnât touch you. The place only Iâm allowed to touch.â His long fingers tug your panties down to your knees before trailing up your thighs to your soaked core. Languidly, he brushes his fingers over it, right at your opening but never fully entering you.
You throw your head back against the wall with another whine. âNapoleon, please!â
âHm? Please what? What naughty things does my nunuche want me to do to her?âÂ
You canât see his face as itâs obscured by your skirt, but you can feel his smirk when he presses his lips against your inner thigh in a too-light kiss. Itâs all so much, youâre amazed you can even hold yourself up at this point.
âPlease⌠please touch me,â you beg. Arousal burns hot in you, demanding release one way or another. âI need your fingers inside me. Or any part of you, really. Your cock would be the best, but just touch me, please.â
âHeh.â Another imprint of his smirk against your inner thigh. âIt sounds like my nunuche has gotten bold with her words lately. I suppose instead of punishment, youâre due for a reward now, for telling me what you want so candidly.â
With that, he pushes his long fingers deep within you, burying them up to the knuckles. You moan at the intrusion and grasp fruitlessly at the wall behind you for traction. Despite his talk about a reward, the pace he sets with his fingers plunging into you is nothing but punishing, maybe even brutal. Stars burst in your vision every time he pushes against a sensitive spot inside you, and what does he do? Press against them again and again, even curling his fingers to stretch you even more, until youâre outright crying out his name into the night.Â
âYouâre really enjoying this, arenât you?â he teases. âYouâre soaking your legs. I canât let you go home like that. Iâll clean that up for you.âÂ
His tongue roams up your inner thigh, cleaning up your wetness and leaving trails of his saliva on your skin. Goosebumps chase after his tongue, adding on to the pleasure his dexterous fingers are giving you. His head pushes up higher between your legs, until you can feel his warm breath over your clenching pussy.
âMmm, you smell absolutely divine,â he groans. âMind if I get a taste?â
In response, you haphazardly bunch up the front of your skirt around your waist so you can grasp his hair and pull him closer to the wet heat between your legs. Taking that as consent, he pulls his fingers out of your stretched pussy and replaces them with his mouth and tongue. He alternates between sucking on your sensitive clit and plunging his tongue between your folds. No matter what he does, heâs sending you closer and closer to heaven with all the pulsating pleasure washing over your body. Desperate for more, you tug at his hair and moan for him to keep going. His groans vibrate against your core, sending mini shockwaves all through your body.
âMmm, Napoleon!â you cry out. âIâIâm soââ
Just as youâre about to confess that youâre about to reach your peak, he abruptly pulls his tongue out of you and rises back up to his full height. Your core aches and clenches around nothing. The sudden emptiness hurts so much actual tears fill your eyes.
âDonât cry,â Napoleon murmurs as he kisses your tears away. âIâll make you feel even better to make up for that. Now turn around and bend over. Hands against the wall. Let me claim your body in all the filthy ways we both want me to.â
With a little whine, you do as youâre told, bending your body over before him in complete submission and bracing your hands against the wall. You hear the rustling sounds of his belt being undone and pants being pushed down, before his hard cock presses right against your entrance. One hand closes around your hips to hold you against him, while the other presses between your shoulder blades to keep you bent over.
âReady, nunuche?â he growls.
âYes, please!â you sob. Pleasure sparks in you from just feeling his cock brush against your core, but itâs not nearly enough. âPlease, just take me alreadyânnngh!â
Not waiting for you to finish the rest of your sentence, Napoleon thrusts into you and forces your walls apart around his thick cock with every inch of him that enters you. Sweat coats your palms just from the penetrationâhow the hell are you supposed to keep this up for the rest of this? The more of him that enters you, the more your hands start to slip against the wall, until you have no choice but to use your forearms in hopes of holding yourself up. When his entire cock is finally sheathed deep inside of you, a soft sob of his name falls from your lips.
âWeâve barely started and youâre already struggling to hold yourself up,â he chuckles. From his position behind you, he can probably see how badly youâre trembling under him, how your arms are quivering against the cold hard wall. His large hands rove over your body, slipping under the low neckline of your dress to squeeze your breasts and tug your nipples, running down your back to squeeze your ass. Not being able to see him and being completely at his mercy heightens your sensitivity. Every touch of his hands makes you shiver and keen his name.Â
As if encouraging you, he grinds his hips against yours, quickening the stretch of your pussy around him. Even after spending an entire night watching you with other men and stewing in his jealousy, he still puts your comfort as his highest priority. You really lucked out, having such a sweet man as your lover. With that thought in mind, you brace yourself against the wall and turn your head to meet his eyes.
âNapoleon, pleaseâŚâ you beg. âPlease fuck me already.â
His eyebrows raise. âYouâre sure youâre ready?â
You nod hurriedly. âYes. Donât hold back. I want you so badly, I canât wait anymore.â
âWell, if my nunuche says so.â The composure in his voice slips away as he finally gives in to his raw desires.Â
Grasping your hips hard, he withdraws and slams back into you, your entire body jolting forward from the sheer power of that thrust. You claw at the walls, scrambling for balance, as his cock repeatedly leaves and rams back into you, speeding up and increasing in pressure each time. The force of his hips slapping against your behind should hurt, but all that cascades over you is the blinding pleasure of him taking you as he pleases.
Napoleon curses, an extreme rarity for him. âGoddamn, nunuche,â he groans. âDonât you see? Thisâhaahâis why I get so jealous and possessive. If only you could see how beautiful you look trembling beneath me⌠How sweet you sound moaning my name like that⌠How lovely you smellâŚâ His hands grasp your body, pulling you upright and flipping you around so youâre sandwiched between the wall and his muscular body and looking up at his flushed handsome face. âI donât want any other man seeing and hearing you like this.â
âYouâyou donât have to worry about that,â you gasp between his hard thrusts into your bucking body. Even upright and facing him now, itâs not any easier to find stability with your combined passion and pleasure rocking you all over the place. âYouâre the only one I want like this, my love. While I danced with those other men, all I could think of was how I wished it was you instead. Donât you see? Youâre all I want. All Iâve ever wanted, and all I will ever want. I love you, Napoleon.â
A beautiful smile lights up his face. âI do see. I see it in the way youâre looking up at me with those bright, dazzling eyes of yours, begging to feel more of me. I see it in the lovely flush in your cheeksâthe one I caused. You are perfection in one being, mon amour. Je tâaime.â
His arms wrap around you to hold you tight against him as he slams even harder and quicker into you, making your body bounce up and down atop his powerful hips. You grasp his face and pull him into a deep kiss, which he reciprocates enthusiastically. Thereâs just so much of him encompassing youâhis arms enfolding you, his tongue lapping up your mouth, and his cock continuously sliding in and out of your fluttering core.Â
âOh, yesâŚâ he groans against your lips. âYouâyou feel so good, nunuche⌠So warm, so tightâŚâ
His words and sensually low voice fan the flames of arousal burning within you even hotter. Thereâs a telltale clenching in your core, causing you to cling tighter to him as you gasp out, âNapoleon⌠ohh, mmm! Iâm soâIâm so close.â
âTell me something first⌠Who does your heart, body, and soul belong with?â
âWhat?â Are you hearing this right? âDo you even have to ask?â
âTell me,â he repeats in a growl. His hips slam up harder into you, making your head knock lightly into the wall and your legs to nearly give out beneath you. âI want to hear you say it.â
âYou!â you cry out, holding onto his broad shoulders tighter as his merciless thrusts send you closer and closer to the edge. âYou, Napoleon! They belong with you, the king of my heart, body, and soul.â
âKing, huh? I like the sound of that.â He smirks down at you, clearly enjoying the sight of you crumbling before him. âGood girls should be rewarded.â
As he works his cock even deeper into you, he leans down to sink his fangs into his favourite spot between your neck and shoulder. The sweet toxins flooding into your body from his bite, alongside the waves of pleasure his relentless pounding into you, wrest any remaining control from you, forcing you right over the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut as you cry out his name and clench rapidly around his hard cock, your nails digging into his back for stability.
But heâs not done with you yet. He keeps going, right through your orgasm, prolonging your euphoria. Each time you jolt upwards from his thrust, his strong hands pull you down again to fill you up to the brim with his cock. And with how rapidly youâre clenching around him, his rhythm falls apart in favour of pummeling ruthlessly into your beaten pussy to chase his release.
âDamnâŚâ Napoleon groans against your neck. âKeep squeezing me like that⌠You feel so good, so tightâmy godââ
He manages a few more rough thrusts before pushing all the way inside of you and spilling his heat deep within your clenching pussy. You arch your neck back with a long moan, and he leans down to press loving kisses to your exposed skin as his come spreads through you.
Your knees buckle hard the moment he pulls out of you. Luckily, heâs got quick reflexes, catching you in his strong arms before you make a fool of yourself on the floor.
âSorry,â he whispers, kissing the top of your head. âWas I too rough on you?â
âYouâre lucky I like it rough,â you shoot back, grinning tiredly. âDonât worry about me, okay?â
You smooth your rumpled skirt down and manage maybe three independent, if shaky, steps on your own before your legs start screaming in protest. With a chuckle, Napoleon lifts you up into his arms like youâre a bride on her wedding night and kisses you again.
âMy stubborn nunuche,â he teases. âHow am I not supposed to worry about you when you're tottering around like a baby deer taking its very first steps?â
âI so do not,â you protest, hiding your face against his chest in embarrassment.
âYou so do. But itâs okay.â He jostles you lightly in his arms, making you look up at him. âI know you didnât want to trouble me, but I like it when you rely on me. So let me bring you home and take care of you, mon amour. Let me take care of you the way only I can.â
Happily, you allow him to carry you out of the veranda and out into the main street, surrendering control to the man who is your forever; the only one who will ever reign over your heart, body, and soul.Â
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A Medley of Lust
Pairing: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x Reader x Jean DâArc.Â
Rating: Mature.Â
Tags: Threesome, cock warming, biting, double penetration, light bondage.Â
A/N: My small contribution to Kinktober.
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âYou brazen hussy. I will make you regret this.â
Mozart attempted to growl venomously as your fingers tightened around his luscious tresses of mercury, pulling at his scalp and making him hiss between his gritted fangs, those sharp canines extended past his unseemly moistened lips. You were the only one who could have render him to such a pitiful state, unable to maintain any form of decorum, his countenance painted so heinously, with such vulgarity under your deft and cruel ministrations.
His amethyst eyes narrowed on yours, locked in a nearly murderous gaze while he snarled in utter contempt at the blasphemous plight he has found himself in, watching you sink down on his hardened cock with vile leisure. He fought with all his might to thrust his hips into you, ramming into you and punishing your dripping cunt for clenching him so shamefully. However, the large hands holding his thighs down ceased him from doing so.
âMove, you filthy vixen. Youâre bold enough to swallow my cock inside you and not follow through your crude actions.â
âNot yet, Wolfie. Your patience will be⌠rewarded shortly. We h-have to⌠wait until⌠Ahhh⌠readyâŚ.â You snickered breathily before the smug smirk adorning your mischievous visage withered, your words dissipated through your parted swollen lips. Wanton moans rippled from you while the imminent sound of wet kisses resounded loudly through the haughty composerâs ears.
He fought against the restraints binding him to the corners of the headboard, the thought of this betrayal having his blood boil with anger and inherent desire that he battled to conceal, especially as he grew more aware of the gentle touch brushing over his slender thighs sending shivers raking through his tense figure.
âDo not waste my time and hurry, you fiends.â
The ritual had commenced; kisses bestowed from your tailbone, over and across the length of the column of your back clearly electrifying your senses, your breathing quickening with each passing second, the tightness of your walls around his cock was a telltale of your state of trance. Mozart couldnât help but groan as the bed shifted under him from the tacit movement of the culprit who had aided you in your undelectable ploy to have him under your mercy.
Little did you know, you did not have to have him bound as he was always irrevocably caught under your spell, dancing to the tune of your shared love that he had unadmittedly yet willingly succumbed to. Why would he bother resisting the incessant tug on his heart? He was yours⌠You and Jean could do whatever you pleased with him and he would be the most content man on Earth. He didnât have to say it, you simply knew it.
âPatience, mon ami. Ăa ne sera pas longâŚâ The beautiful soldier muttered lowly for the first time since he had assaulted him with his schemingly innocent ways. Catching him off guard with fervent kisses, undressing him with his hesitant yet dexterous fingers only to have him pinned to the bed, leaving him completely vulnerable to you and him. An excruciating itch dared to come over him, a burning sensation building in his throat as his eyes traveled to where your bodies were connected.
He watched as the other manâs hands hiked up your trembling legs, teasing the softness of your inner thighs and meandering over your abdomen before cupping your peaking mounds. As Jean explored your body, Mozart could feel the pulsing of your core around his erection, your walls clamping down on him almost painfully as you tried to weigh his thighs down with every ounce of your being. The musician bit his lower lip, hard enough to drawn blood, only to keep himself from moaning from the delicious sensation that your cunt always graced him with.
The dark haired beautyâs fingertips circled your areola before pinching your hardened nipples with two fingers, your whines growing louder as Jeanâs lips found their home on your neck, his amethyst eyes locked on Mozartâs, implicitly begging him for something only he knew he wanted from him, what he wanted to share with him.
The corner of the silver-haired beauty lips twisted into a soft smile, a smile that was reserved only for his dearest friend that he truly loved⌠and you. With a knowing glance between the two men, Jean pushed you closer to Mozart, allowing the composer to bestow him with a chaste kiss on his cheek before dragging his fangs over your slender shoulder, sinking them into the tender skin near the crook of your neck.
It was finally starting⌠Your bodies were instruments to your desiresâ symphony, your cries blessing your loversâ ears along with the lewd sound of Mozart sucking ravenously at your wound until he forcefully broke himself away from your sweetness, looking at the breathless soldier with half-lidded eyes.
Jean didnât have to utter a single word, the composer could see how his eyes traveled back at forth between the oozing crimson on your neck and Mozartâs blood-slicked lips. It became harder to breathe, the air even more dense with the rising bloodlust of both men.
âKomm her, mein Freund.â Mozart murmured against the crook of your neck, entranced by the eyes that matched his own. Awestruck, Jean simply stared at him with yearning and desperation. Mozart lapped at your wound before binding his lips with his dear friend, the sweet metallic taste of your blood lingering in his mouth, twining his tongue with the delicate beauty of the man behind you as they revelled in the source of your life⌠together.Â
They moaned in unison with you as Jean finally stretched you, sheathing himself deeply inside you while your entire body quivered by the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim by the two most beautiful men in the mansion.
All these sinful melodies that danced in the air, a cacophony of lust that warmed his strained body unwillingly⌠This was a symphony that was not mused or written by him yet enthralled the deepest part of his being. The composition of pure unadulterated chaos began to write itself in his mind as his inhibitions were stolen from him, ripped from his throat by the height of your combined passion.
A medley of unbridled lust that he wouldnât have ever contemplated if it werenât for the two of you.
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concupiscent ( I )
a comte + mc reader + leonardo imagine.
concupiscent : part I (reposted), part II
contains nsfw, 18+ themes : block out # ungodly gem or do not proceed to read under cut if you are underage.
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Caramel Love (Isaac Newton x MC)
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Pairing: Isaac Newton x Reader
Prompt: Caramel apple
Warning: Smut!!!
Intended Audience: Female Audience
Word Count: 1,773
Requested by: anonymous
Written by: @lordsisterâ/@lordsisterxotome (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)
Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.
Other notes: Honestly kind of a mess, but Iâm going with it. Sometimes you need kind of a mess. Letâs hope itâs an enjoyable mess.
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Vampire in a Bottle (Le Comte de Saint-Germain x MC)
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Pairing: Le Comte de Saint-Germain x MC
Prompt: cursed object
Warning: Smut!!
Intended Audience: Female Audience
Word Count: 7,251
Requested by: anonymous
Written by: @lordsisterâ/@lordsisterxotome (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)
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Other notes: I legit expected this to be 5 maybe 6 pages long. Was not expecting it to end up being 15 whole ass pages long.
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