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[xxsycamore]

"I can't have sex with you Arthur, I don't have enough diamonds!!"

Arthur Conan Doyle x f!Reader • rating: M (MDNI) • tags: Breaking the Fourth Wall; Crack; Implied Sexual Content; Suggestive Themes • wordcount: 580 • masterlist

a/n: I've had this crack fic idea since FOREVER, but I think it's relatable at any given time... Tagging @ikemendood for crack content 👉🏻👈🏻

It has been one of these days, when it feels like you and Arthur have been locked in the universe of some kind of action movie. Bizzare and dramatic things have been happening all day long, some that led to miscommunications between you but quickly got resolved with the power of love...

Naturally, eager as you both are to once again prove your love for each other, things begin to get heated at the end of the day.

And then you gasp panically in realization.

"I don't have enough dia for the epilogue!!"

You find yourself pushed down on the bed, but in the last second you manage to block Arthur with your hands so he can't get on top of you yet.

"Hmm?~What did you say, Luv? You know, I've been waiting to have you sprawled under me allll day..."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you let out an agonizing whine at having to disobey your own need. You turn to your side and reach for your cellphone that has been charging on the nightstand.

Arthur blinks, still perplexed that you're using this thing at all. While you could charge it just fine, he wondered what you're using it for in this day and age.

Not to mention at a time like that. While he's right there, ready to devour you.

"Dear?"

You appear to be tapping hurriedly on the thing, blue light illuminating your face as some strange music is produced from the bizarre piece of technology. Without looking at your lover, you struggle to mutter an answer.

"It's- You wouldn't understand."

Arthur remains frozen in his place, observing as the screen flashes, your fingers dancing on it. He sees... test tubes aligned on the screen. They're ...filled with different colored liquid?

You rush to sort them by color as if you're being held at gunpoint. Arthur has never been so confused in his life.

"Luv, you're right, I don't understand. But you could just say if you don't feel in the mood for-"

"NO! I MUST GET THE EPILOGUE AND HAVE SEX WITH YOU TONIGHT!"

"...?"

The sultry conclusion, the epilogue of your day spent together, he figures. His writer's vocabulary might be rubbing off on you. That's kind of endearing, but...

Arthur sits down on his haunches perplexed. Is this some strange form of bedroom roleplay you're introducing him to?

"I must have you, Arthur, I even saw the preview and it was so hot-"

"The preview? You're saying you had a naughty dream about us making love and you want to see it come true? Dirty girl..."

Arthur's distracting words make you mess up in your game, and you have to restart the level. Just a few more and the game will give you a reward in diamonds, then all you need to do would be to watch those annoying daily ads and then it should be enough...

Seeing that his dirty talk has no effect on you, Arthur sighs and moves away from his position. Instead, he lies down next to you, becoming your big spoon as he looks over your shoulder at the game you're so consumed in, seeing that you're not going to pay him any attention before you're done with it.

"It's some kind of puzzle game, isn't it? Maybe you should leave it to me, Luv... in the meantime, why don't you tell me more about that 'preview' you saw of our intimate time together, hmm?"

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[xxsycamore]

IT'S HEREEE!!! 🧡🧡🧡🎉🎉🎉

So so so happy to be hosting a second installment of this challenge alongside Julie! I hope you can enjoy it! 🙇🏻‍♀️💕💕

I'll be taking care of the masterlist for this challenge, which is going to be published before the challenge starts and I'm going to update it with your works as it goes~ Let's see if this method works well! Don't be too harsh on me if I'm late to add your work, but do tell me if you don't find it in the masterlist after the deadline, July 15th.

I'm not taking requests right now in case anyone is wondering!

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🧡 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 2 - AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE (AU)-THEMED OTOME CONTENT CREATION CHALLENGE

For the second time, @xxsycamore and I are bringing to you a week-long exploration of the trope Alternative Universe! (link to last year’s challenge here)

→ GENERAL RULES

Works of all forms are welcome! Fanarts, fanfics, headcanons, etc.

Limited to otome fandoms - mobile otome games such as: IkeSeries (Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Villains, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Genjiden); Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr Love: Queen’s Choice; Light and Night; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger and others, as well as console otomes.

This challenge takes place between June 19th and June 25th, 2023. The deadline for posting your works is July 15th (until midnight, UTC+2).

Instead of making the masterlist after the deadline, @xxsycamore who is in charge of it will try to create the post in advance and update it regularly during the challenge. Don’t hesitate to contact us if your work was done within the deadline but wasn’t featured in the masterlist. Or, if you prefer not to be featured on the masterlist instead!

When posting your works, use the tag #different universe same love ccc - you can as well tag @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady in your posts! It will help us find your work easier!

Posting to other sites is allowed - as long as you mention the challenge and its creators.

Reblogs are appreciated!

→ CONTENT RULES

This challenge features a list of 14 AU prompts, two for each day, plus 7 dialogue prompts which you can match to your liking, if you want to. You’re free to create a work based on whichever AU you like more for that day. You can also create works for both AU prompts, and you can also mix the two prompts into one work! Whatever suits your preferences :) You can create more than one work for the same prompt, too!

You can find the lists of prompts on the banner above, as well at the bottom of this post.

Under the cut, you will also find a short explanation of each AU prompt, just in case there is anything unclear about them.

Any additional rules are up to the content creators. You are free to choose the rating(make sure to mark your NSFW works accordingly, and if you’re minor, make sure not to interact with such!), and also the genre (the challenge’s main focus is romantic love, but it is not obligatory for your work to be of such genre), all characters and ships included are up to you (OCs, character x MC, character x character, etc.)

You’re free to take requests from your audience using these prompt lists, again please make sure to mention the challenge and its creators.

You’re absolutely free to post your works for this challenge after its deadline, July 15th - but please note that they won’t be featured in the masterlist!

The final and most important rule is to have fun and not pressure yourself about full completion of the challenge. Do only as many works as you wish! :)

Here is a free-to-use banner/header for the challenge!:

If you have any additional questions, we’ll be happy to help. There is no such thing as a stupid question, so don’t hesitate to get in contact with us! We wish you happy creating!

→ THE LISTS

Day 1 - June 19th- Bodyguard AU | Mafia AU

Day 2 - June 20th- Angels and Demons AU | Pirate/Mermaid AU

Day 3 - June 21st- Social Media AU |Coffee/Flower shop AU

Day 4 - June 22nd- Celebrity AU | Bookstore AU

Day 5 - June 23rd - Forbidden love AU | Soulmates AU

Day 6 - June 24th- Office AU | Circus/Magic AU

Day 7 - June 25th- FREE DAY (an AU of your choice!)

Dialogue prompts:

“Him? Are you kidding me? He’s not even my type!”

“We didn’t even exchange numbers! I’m such a fool.”

“We should have never met.”

“Ah, it’s you again! Do you come here often?”

“I’ll be waiting at our spot. Make sure no one sees you.”

“Promise me we will always have each other.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again someday.”

Under the cut you’ll find a short explanation of each AU:

Bodyguard AU - character A is appointed to protect character B

Mafia AU - an extension of Mobster AU, with a mafia setting - typically involves rivalry and enemies-to-lovers tropes

Angels and Demons AU - typically depicts the forbidden love between character A who is an angel and character B who is a demon. You can also write about Fallen angels/Ascended demons.

Pirate/Mermaid AU - an AU that features merfolk characters or pirates - or both!

Social Media AU - an AU where the characters meet on social media and begin their friendship/relationship online.

Coffee/Flower shop AU - typically resolves around a small business that character A either owns or works at, and their loyal customer, character B; but they can also be both customers, or coworkers.

Celebrity AU - placing your character(s) in a setting where they’re famous. Other characters could be their fans; working with them, meeting them by chance…

Bookstore AU - similar to Coffee/Flower shop AU.

Forbidden love AU - a setting where the characters are forbidden from being together for whatever reason.

Soulmates AU - a setting where everyone has One True Love and the ways of finding it varies depending on the creator. An example of a popular Soulmate AU is “Your soulmate’s name is written on you”.

Office AU - a setting where the characters work together in an office.

Circus/Magic AU - a setting where the characters either work in the circus or are magic users - the latter involves anything fantasy-related, basically.

FREE DAY - The last day of this challenge is for you to choose your own prompt! It can perfectly well overlap with an already existing prompt. Maybe your favorite Alternative Universe wasn’t in the list above? This is your chance to include your idea in the list :)

ONCE AGAIN, HAPPY CREATING! WE CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOUR CREATIONS 🧡

[oranolio16]

You knock quickly on Comte’s office door before barging in. Arthur grins at you before pointing at Theo and Vincent in the corner of the office. “I took the liberty of inviting them luv, thought they’d want to see your amazing thing.” He looks at the group you pulled in behind you, “ Ahh you got the rest too.”

You nod quickly, thankful that Comte’s office is actually quite spacious.

“Okay guys, sit down.”

They do, looking at you expectantly.

“This thing here is called a Smartphone. People in the future use it all the time.”

You wave the sleek black rectangle at them. You point to Isaac, whose on the edge of his seat, “Ask me any question, I’ll try to answer it.”

“What’s it for?”

“In the future, there’s this thing called the internet. It’s like a huge, free library. Or an alternate world. There’s everything in it, from Music to Art to Scientific stuff. You literally search it up, I mean type in the name of the thing your looking for and you’ll find it instantly. You can even date on the internet.” You grin at that, catching Arthur’s eyes.

The Men look shocked and interested.

“It’s completely free?” Leo asks curiously.

“Yup, you only need a smartphone. Mines made by a company called Apple. It’s an IPhone.”

Dazai elbows Isaac, “Looks like your descendants made the company. Apple though?”

“ANYWAYS,” you break in when it looks like Arthur will join Dazai, “I wanted to teach you the culture of the future. People in the future find Vampires very sexy. In fact, Vampires have stories dedicated to them. Very popular stories.”

“WHAT?” Jean looks Shocked and horrified. “Do people know we are undead, bloodsucking monsters?”

You nod sagely, “It turns people on in the future. Ladies would pay to get bitten by a vampire.”

Jean makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Arthur looks entirely too happy, “The future sounds amazing! Can I go through the door?” He gives Comte a pleading glance.

“No. Never. You, in the future? Unsupervised? It’s a disaster waiting to happen!” Comte looks horrified while Dazai laughs and high fives Arthur. Isaac and Mozart join Jean in looking disturbed.

“So, I’ve decided to read you all one of the greatest works of literary fiction. You’ll enjoy this Jean.” You swear Jean shudders at your grin. Sebastian looks as amused as you do, whipping out a notebook and Pen.

“This story is called Twilight. It is a riveting tale about a teenaged girl who moves back to her home town named Forks. She meets a Vampire who has the ability to read people’s thoughts. They meet at school. They fall in love in the most dramatic way but the vampire, Edward, doesn’t want to bite her. She wants him to bite her. He thinks he’ll hurt her and leaves, she’s heart broken but he comes back. Any questions?”

You glance at Jean who’s muttering prayers under his breath, looking shocked. “Well, that guy has no class. Who woos a lady by leaving her?” Arthur demands, looking disgusted. “He wants to keep her safe, that’s why. Or were you not listening you fool?” Theo snaps back. “I think that’s incredibly romantic!” Vincent offers, “To have the strength to leave your love to keep her safe is chivalrous.” Napoleon nods in agreement with Vincent.

“But the ability to hear thoughts? He’s powerful, is he a pureblood?” Comte asks you. “He’s not alive but no, he was turned by his adoptive Dad called Carlisle. He also has four other Siblings, Alice, Rosalie, Emmet and Jasper.” Comte smiles at that, “How nice.”

“So, let me continue.” You open the file on the screen and clear your throat. “My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.

In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead. It was to Forks that I now exiled myself— an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks.”

“How stupid. Why would she go then?” Mozart criticised.

“Maybe she wants to be with her Father?” Vincent suggested.

“But he comes to her. There’s no point.” It seemed as if Mozart had developed a disliking for Bella before she’d even done the really stupid stuff.

Isaac looks at you and asks, “What’s an Airport?”

“It’s where they store Airplanes and people go to travel on them. Think of Airplanes as flying carriages that can go over everything, sea and mountains. They’re shaped like giant birds and carry people over long distances.”

“Oh.” He looks dissatisfied.

“I’ll show you pictures later.” He perks up at that.

You glance again at Jean, who looks nearly catatonic. “Flying carriages? Mon Dieu, what’s that? Sorcery?” You can’t help the wheezing laugh that escapes.

“It’s engineering Jean, not Sorcery. Promise.” He looks at you dubiously, obviously unconvinced.

“Listen, do you really think the Pope would condone people flying in carriages animated by sorcery?” Jean frowns as he focuses, then asks you, “ Have you flown in them?”

“Yes. Hundreds of times. They’re perfectly safe. Well, not perfectly, but adequately I suppose.”

“They do crash often don’t they, though? Your always at risk, aren’t you?” Arthur comments slyly, watching Jean pale dramatically at the thought of you falling out of the air in a magic-powered carriage. “Plenty of people die in them-“

“Arthur, No. Stop scaring Jean. Jean, I promise I’ve never been in a plane crash and hopefully I never will.” Jean still looks unconvinced, but he nods.

“Right. Any more questions?” No one asks, so you continue. “I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city.

"Bella," my mom said to me — the last of a thousand times — before I got on the plane. "You don't have to do this."”

Mozart looks highly irritated and turns to Vincent, “See? She doesn’t have to go. Her mother doesn’t want her to do this. Honestly, she’s being unnecessarily dramatic.”

Vincent looks confused, but sympathetic. “Maybe her mother’s only saying it to reassure her? Maybe she actually would appreciate her daughter giving her time on her own?” Mozart gives him a sceptical look.

Theo just gives the book a look of disgust, “She’s Vervelend. Does this get better, or is future literature so... terrible?”

“Guys, it does get better. I think. Just sit through this and I’ll show you anything you want, promise.”

Dazai gives you an approving nod, “Bribery. I like it.”

You roll your eyes at him and look back at the story, “My mom looks like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still…”

“That’s an irresponsible mother. Is she raising the child or the child raising her?” Napoleon mutters to Isaac, “I don’t blame the daughter for trying to get away.”

Isaac nods, “But what if it isn’t her fault? I mean, it could be a medical condition.”

“I want to go," I lied. I'd always been a bad liar, but I'd been saying this lie so frequently lately that it sounded almost convincing now.

"Tell Charlie I said hi."

"I will."

"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want — I'll come right back as soon as you need me." But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise.”

“See? That’s actually very sweet of her.” Vincent tells Mozart.

“We’ll see.” Mozart replies cryptically.

"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Mom." She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and she was gone. It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about.”

Comte looks uncomfortable at the last sentence, “I do hope her father is decent, and that he isn’t...”

“A scumbag.” Leo finishes the sentence off for Comte. “But he might be. Why would her Mother leave, otherwise?”

[kazesuke]

hihihihihihihhihi may i request 9+ikevamp theo please❤️❤️❤️

hiiiiiiii hope you enjoy more Theo on this joyous day~ Thanks for all the reblogs these past few days \ o /

Pairing: Theo/MC Rating: E Content: face-sitting

Theo nipped the skin, glancing up her body. Beautiful, she was so beautiful. He pressed a reassuring kiss to her thigh, noticing the embarrassed flush of her cheeks. Normally she matched him word for word, shot back at every quip but this... this had her a little shy around the edges.

He pulled her closer, hands settling on her ass as her thighs were forced apart to accommodate him. Theo breathed in her heady scent, his tongue trailing the length of her slit and making her shiver. His nose brushed her clit, drawing a squeak from her and he couldn’t help but smirk. 

Theo licked long and slow, holding tightly to her thighs. He jerked her close as he buried his face against her pussy, sucking hard and groaning as he was surrounded by the taste of her. 

Her fingers tangled in his hair, an embarrassed moan escaping her as she glanced down. This shouldn’t be any different to the many many other times Theo had eaten her out and yet... perched on top of his face like this, so open, so exposed...

She bit her lip. She could hear the lewd sounds of his tongue as he drank down every drop of her juices, his muffled groans against her damp skin. The piercing blue of his eyes as he caught her gaze and refused to let it go. 

She could practically hear him telling her she tasted good, a sure smirk on his face knowing she was flustered and enjoying everything he did to her. His hands slid up her stomach, squeezing her breasts and groaning against her skin. 

A loud moan escaped her and she rocked her hips feeling the drag of his tongue wet and warm. She tugged his hair, pressing him closer as the heat swirled through her body. 

“Th- theo-” She moaned and tried to press closer, throwing her embarrassment out the window. He chuckled, the noise vibrating against her as he slid his tongue inside her. He all but devoured her as the pleasure built and built until she pressed down against his lips, grinding against him until every ounce of pleasure had left her. 

But Theo didn’t stop, his grip tightening as she tried to squirm away and he nipped at her thigh. Clearly she wasn’t going anywhere just yet.

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

hiya can i ask for a general reading please? Thank you!! (you can refer to me as sarah~~)

Wow, it looks like you’re going to have a good year!

The very first card is the Knave of Wands, leading me to think you’re going to move into 2020 inspired and ready for action! I’m getting the feeling that you’ve worked hard this 2019 and you’re going to enter 2020 ready and raring!! 

The second and third cards are the 4 of wands and King of Pentacles, which relate to stability and success.

The next few cards are where things get interesting. 

The next card along is the four of cups, which is a card that’s all about introspection and weighing up one’s options. After that is the 5 of pentacles, which again is an introspective card. It relates to worry and loss. The next card is the nine of wands, which is about courage and keeping faith.

I wonder if you have anxiety? i’m getting the sense that you’re going to get a strong case of imposter syndrome next year. You’re going to succeed in your goals and do incredibly well, but it seems like despite all of that you’re going to question it and feel insecure, even though you’re going to be in an extremely good place. 

Last set of cards are the 3 and 4 of pentacles, which again imply that you’re going to be successful, particularly where money is concerned. The next card is the 2 of swords, which brings me back to feelings of anxiety, as it can represent re-evaluation and decision making. I’m wondering if you will have some sort of obstacle and it’s going to make you question your own capabilities and where you’re at. i’m getting the sense that it’s a decision that’s going to weigh very strongly on your mind, but ultimately you will make the right choice, as the next card is the 10 of pentacles, which is about security in the long term.

So in short, i’m feeling like you’re going to have a successful 2020 both long term and otherwise, but you’re probably going to have a hard time feeling confident about it.

Here are your charms:

This is really interesting, as the glasses could mean seeing things from a fresh perspective, as well as the street lamp. The street lamp makes me think of how anxiety and worry can overshadow all of the good things that are also happening and how important it is to believe in your own light. The scarecrow also seems relevant in this regard, like learning how to cope with feelings of self doubt that might sabotage you. If you do have anxiety, then I think 2020 is going to be a big year in terms of coping mechanisms and recovery. 

I hope you have a good 2020! Sorry for the delay in this, haha. I’m back at work and still not quite over the flu ;;

[lordsisterxotome]

Hi! How are u doing? Idk if ur taking requests but if so could u do a sort of ‘Another’ Napoleon story with Arthur instead please?

Why, yes I can! Sorry it took me forever, but you know! Real life (uni exams) calls! Hope you enjoy it anyway, dearest!💕

Moon and Stars (Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader 

Warning: Smut, Minors DNI!!!🔞 Oral sex (female receiving) | Dirty talk | Breeding kink | Vaginal penetration | Creampie/unprotected sex

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 3,515

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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.

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       The betrayal left you utterly shattered, jaw hanging open as you stared down at the little demon giggling in your arms. Your husband shared a similar expression to your own with the exception of the fact that his lips curled up at the edges in the beginnings of a massive smile, soft, breathless laughs puncturing the silence as the toddler squealed harder at her parents’ dumbstruck expressions.

       After nine hard months of pregnancy, of feeding this child from your own body, what was her first word? Nothing other than “dada.”

       “What am I? Chopped liver?” you sighed to yourself as you settled little Alice into her crib that night, taking a moment to lean your chin in your hand and contemplate what you and Arthur had brought into this world. She was only a year old and already she had brought so much joy into the lives of the people around her. Dark blue curls framed cherubic cheeks, eyelids closed over what you knew to be bright, curious blue eyes. While she had inherited her father’s coloring, the shape of her face was entirely yours, tiny features mimicking the curve of your nose, your jaw. Chubby little limbs stuck out at all angles as she slept, the peace of her slumber at odds with the way she’d kept you and Arthur up at all hours of the night when she’d first been born.

       Given the fact that your husband was prone to all-nighters with his writing, it wasn’t unusual to see him cradling her while he wrote or went down to the kitchen for another cup of coffee, leaving you to catch some much-needed rest before she needed to be fed again.

       Of course, the other residents of the mansion had reacted to the news of your pregnancy with differing levels of excitement, but absolute support. It had surprised you at first, given that they were men who hadn’t grown up in the most forward-thinking of time periods, but it only made you that much more appreciative. Le Comte in particular had formed a special bond with the infant, often taking her for walks in the garden or reading to her in the library in order to allow you and your husband a moment alone. Theo, who’d put on a show of faux reluctance upon being named godfather, had affectionately started referring to her as “pup,” a nickname that never failed to elicit a stream of laughter from the little girl as he pretended to nibble her tiny fingers.

       Already, she had proved herself to be a joyful child, the squealing screech of baby laughter echoing down the halls of the mansion and making it that much more lively. But that meant she cried just as hard as she laughed, breaking your heart whenever she clung to you in one of her bouts of hiccupping sobs, big eyes swimming with tears.

       You couldn’t wait to see how she grew, whose personality she would take after. The world had better look out if it turned out to be her father’s, which it just might be if the incident from earlier was any indication.

       With a last pet to Victoria’s head - the canine refused to leave the nursery whenever the baby was in there - you turned out the lights and shut the door softly behind you. If she woke up in the night, you and Arthur would be able to hear her cry from your room next door.

       Collapsing on the bed in a heap when you entered your shared bedroom, you sighed languidly as you frowned up at the ceiling. Rationally, you knew she was just a baby, that it was a very common first word, but an unreasonable part of you still felt hurt, your skills as a mother insulted.

       “You know you’re a great mum, my love.”

       Another sigh passed your lips, head rolling to stare at Arthur where he sat at his desk, leaning over the back of his chair. You frowned harder at the mirthful smirk on your husband’s lips but already what hurt you still felt was disappearing. Chuckling, he removed his glasses and folded them before rising to join you.

       “I only built her in my womb and gave birth to her. No biggy,” you muttered as he flopped down onto the bed beside you, turning you onto your side with a hand on your waist. Leaning forward, he peppered your face with soft pecks, his contagious smile threatening to undo your pout with each sweet smooch.

       “You know…” he drawled, twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers. His forehead settled against yours as he wriggled closer, tangling his legs with yours. “There’s a simple way to remedy this.”

       His smile, hopeful and mischievous, made you raise a brow. The big blue eyes your daughter had inherited sparkled back at you, though with an intent far less innocent than she possessed. “Which is…?”

       Arthur’s grip on your waist tightened meaningfully, his other hand reaching down to hoist your thigh over his hip. “We have another,” he murmured, lips a mere hairsbreadth away from your own.

       This wasn’t the first time he had brought this up. Before you’d become pregnant, before you’d even gotten married, the both of you had agreed on wanting children, a family full of warmth and love. Sometimes you caught Arthur drifting off at his desk, a lazy smile on his lips, as he admitted to daydreaming of what could be.

       As such, you didn’t even blink when the proposal of having another baby passed his lips now. On the contrary, the words sent an excited tingle down your spine, a familiar heat already pooling in your lower abdomen. “She will need a playmate,” you drawled in mock contemplation, tucking your leg tighter around his hip.

       His smile broadened in response. “Is that a yes then?”

       Sitting up, the motion of your hips rolled him onto his back, leaving you astride him. You could see the effect the movement had on him, could feel it swelling against your clothed core. “I believe it is, Mr. Doyle.”

       A tender hand cupped your cheek as Arthur sat up and kissed you, all his love and excitement conveyed to you through the hot slide of his smile against yours. The flick of his tongue against your bottom lip had your mouth parting eagerly for him, the slippery appendage wasting no time to tangle with yours as he swallowed each and every one of the sweet moans beginning to emerge from you.

       His hands, sliding languidly down to your hips, guided your movements as you started to move against him. Your skirt, hiked up, left you free to grind your panty-clad heat against the growing bulge in his pants, drawing deep groans from him in return as your fingers worked distractedly at the buttons of his shirt.

       You squeaked when your positions were suddenly reversed, the soft comforter cushioning your tumble as your husband loomed over you. As you gazed up at him, beaming down at you as if you were the most wondrous thing since shooting stars and sliced bread, you felt the same grin stretch your cheeks, lovestruck and so amazingly happy.

       With a quick kiss to your nose, your husband slipped down your body, unbuttoning and unlacing as he went. By the time he reached the edge of the bed, you were well and truly naked, and Arthur sank to his knees, ready to worship at the altar between your legs.

       He took his sweet time smoothing his hands up your bare calves, kissing over the expanse of your thigh. This was more than just a quickie when your little angel was napping or in the care of one of the other residents. He could finally enjoy and pleasure you at his leisure and love you as you deserved, the goddess who’d given him the world.

       Hoisting your legs over his shoulders, he gave you a devilish look, drumming his fingers thoughtfully over the skin of your thigh. “When was the last time I ate you out properly, dove?”

       “Yester-oh!” your snort of the word broke off on a shuddering moan as he licked up your slit, the stroke quick and teasing. Your fingers clawed into the sheets beneath you, back arching, as Arthur wasted not another moment to shove his face into your glistening folds. Now that he’d gotten a taste of you, he couldn’t help himself.

       “Arthur!” you gasped, writhing in the face of his hunger. His noisy slurps and groans resounded lewdly in your ears, sending hot curls of warmth through your nethers.

       True, it had been just yesterday that he’d prowled up on you while you were dusting in the library. Your darling husband had nearly given you a heart attack before making it up to you on his knees, leaving you grasping one of the ladders for stability. Even so, he would never pass up the opportunity to bring you to completion with his mouth, untiring of the taste of your nectar on his tongue and ultimately turning him into a pussy-drunk fool of a man. Forever, he would desire you, even when you were both old and gray.

       Arthur’s grip on the tops of your thighs shifted in slow circles, massaging as his mouth attached to your clit. “Ah!” Your eyes fluttered shut, toes curling as his tongue slipped inside of you, pleasure spasming up your spine. His nose continued to brush your engorged bud with each eager lap, and your legs trembled on either side of his head, threatening to close around him.

       Skilled in the art of making love to you, Arthur knew exactly where and what would make you feel the best, teasing you closer and closer to that blessed peak. His mouth and chin dripped with your arousal, blue eyes blown wide as they moved lazily between your lustful expression and weeping pussy. The throb of his cock in his trousers ached particularly painfully tonight as thoughts of breeding another child into you awakened the primal part of his brain.

       “Wait!” you cried, tears blurring the edges of your vision. “Arthur, wait, I’m going to-!” Teeth joined the fray of lips and tongue in their quest to bring you to your climax, spurred on by your half-minded coos and moans. When his fangs grazed the swollen, sensitive petals or your cunt, it was all you could do to turn your face into the pillow, biting down on your bottom lip as your orgasm wracked your form. All that filled your lover’s mind was your satisfaction, catering to the pride and love that swelled in his chest to have you as his woman and to be able to make you feel as no other ever could.

       Breasts heaved with each pant, fingers gone limp and nerves left pleasantly fuzzy. Arthur drank up your release like a starving man, half-lidded eyes focused on your fluttering pussy as his tongue flicked over your folds, thirsty for every last drop. Your soft call of his name tore him away from your sopping heat. With a last kiss to your inner thigh, he sat back on his haunches to stare up at you with the unabashed adoration of a worshiper, fumbling at his shirt and trousers.

       Your arms lifted of their own accord to embrace him, his equally bare body sinking against yours as he kissed across your collarbone and up your throat. One hand settled beside your head, propping him up, as his other smoothed stray hairs away from your cheeks and forehead, caressing the flushed skin in his palm.

       “I haven’t taken it out of you yet, have I?” he chuckled, tickling you with a noisy smooch placed just beneath your ear.

       You responded by locking a leg around his hip and rolling your pelvis into his, unable to help shooting him a smug look when he let out a surprised grunt. The weight of his manhood falling between your legs made you shiver, a delighted sigh passing your lips as your fingers tightened on his back and you ground against him again.

       “You want to kill me, don’t you?” he chuckled against your ear, the sound husky and strained as his hand smoothed down your side to grasp your hip.

       “I want you,” you murmured back, “to put another baby in me.” You giggled when his hips bucked, the tips of his ears turning red as he dropped his face into the crook of your neck. Part of you expected him to sink his fangs into your throat right then and there and you welcomed it, holding your breath as the atmosphere shifted to something primal, something animalistic, humor giving way to hunger.

       Wolfish lips followed the line of your jaw, nibbling at the shell of your ear. His hands roamed up and down your body, exploring every inch he’d already committed to memory before his fingers finally laced with yours. “You want me to fill you up again, dove?” he purred, “Breed you until you're round with my baby?”

       “Yes,” you gasped, arching into him as his cock slid through your slick. The catch of the head against your swollen clit nearly drove you insane, capable of little more than needy little whines as you mewled, “Please, Arthur!”

       The deep blush on his cheeks matched yours, eyes hazy with the smoke of lust and the spark of need. “I’ll give you what you want then.” His hand reached to cup your face, the gesture so precious and sweet, even as his cockhead brushed your entrance, smearing precum across your folds. “I’d give you the moon and stars if I could.”

       Turning your head, you placed a lingering kiss to his palm, smiling when you heard him inhale sharply. “All I want is you, darling.” You watched as his smile took on a bashful edge. “You and our children; my moon and stars.”

       The heat in his eyes deepened, fingers trailing in a whisper over your skin as it slipped between your bodies. You took a shuddering breath as you felt him position himself, heart hammering in your chest. So many times had you made love, and every time the excitement and love would well up to consume you, emptying your thoughts of anything but him. Your free hand grasped Arthur’s upper arm and your lashes fluttered, eyes darting between his face and downwards.

       Swollen lips collided with yours, and the taste of his moan on your tongue only amplified the feeling as he sank himself within your welcoming heat, greedy walls sucking him deeper. Tongues twined in a hot, slippery mess as Arthur explored your mouth with the ferocity of a hurricane. He swallowed each sound you made, every mewl and moan, as his hips began to move, slow yet sharp, before he was pistoning in and out of you, stealing your breath away with each wet squelch of your pussy around his cock.

       His damp forehead pressed against yours as you panted together, the lewd slap of skin against skin and the smell of sex suffusing the air. Legs tangled and locked, yours instinctively wrapping around his waist as Arthur dug in, overcome by the animalistic need to breed.

       “There!” you gasped as he found the sensitive patch deep within you, nails digging into his skin. “Arthur, right there!”

       “There?” You yelped when hands grasped the backs of your thighs, hooking your calves over his shoulders and curling you into a mating press. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he growled. “I could barely control myself when you were pregnant, knowing it was me who fucked you nice and full, who put a baby in your belly.”

       Oh, you remembered quite well how much he’d appreciated your pregnant body. Countless nights (and days at that) had been spent making sure you knew how much it aroused him, leaving you a hot, writhing mess beneath his ravenous touch. Truly, if there was one thing you would never doubt, it was your husband’s love-borne lust for you.

       You cried out when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix on a particularly deep thrust, pussy clamping down on him. Tears of pleasure spilled from the corners of your eyes, his grunts fanning over your face as Arthur continued to batter the spot. The slight pain it brought only succeeded in further turning your body to heat and smoke, stars dancing across your damp skin.

       Relying on the weight of his body to hold your legs in place, your husband plowed into your sucking depths without restraint, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each plunge. His body shook with the effort not to simply cum right there and then, to paint your insides white and fuck the cum back inside of you. Not that he wouldn’t do so, but Arthur wanted to feel you climax again first, wanted to know how good he was making you feel. God, he was reduced to a mere beast, mind vacant of nothing but feeling you tighten around him, that wonderful rush of heat and wetness that triggered his own right to flood your insides with his seed.

       “Arthur!” you gasped, body jolting under the force of his thrusts. Bang, bang, bang, the headboard went against the wall. Combined with the tell-tale squeak of the bed, the squelch of his cock in your pussy, and his growls and your moans, quite the erotic symphony was formed. The roar of pleasure was reaching a fever pitch. Every inch of you felt so sensitive that a single touch might send you over the edge. “I…I’m going to-mmh!”

       Glancing down, the vampire ravaging your pussy nearly lunged to sink his fangs into your neck. The sight of his engorged manhood disappearing and reappearing within your puckered entrance, glistening with arousal and aching with desire, made him all too aware of the delicious liquid rushing through your veins, singing to him. The thread of his control was rapidly fraying, balls aching with the need to cum.

       “Oh god, it feels so good!...My love…” Reaching up, you brushed a strand of dark, wayward hair off Arthur’s sweaty forehead. His face whipped towards your hand, fangs grazing your wrist as he peered down at you through bleary, half-lidded eyes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought him incapable of understanding you, reduced to basic animal instinct. “Don’t stop…please, I need-ah!” You screamed as his fangs finally sank into your flesh, tossing you into the abyss of your orgasm.

       Walls clamping down on his pulsing length, the image of you, heavy with child, imprinted itself in your husband’s mind as your blood filled his mouth and he joined you in climax. Burying himself to the hilt, he unloaded himself against your cervix, the swollen tip flooding your womb with hot spurts of seed.

       Arthur groaned into your flesh, both at the sweet taste of your lifeblood, sharpened by desire, and the twitch of his cock, milked by your loving cunt. Instinct made him rock his hips against you a couple of times for good measure, humping the rest of his release into your core.

       Your legs slipped from his grip and tangled with his as his fangs released you. A languid tongue swiped over the wound, lips touching a kiss to it, before his body slumped atop yours. You purred as his mouth traced over your jaw, your cheek. His cock remained lodged firmly inside you, plugging his cum within your fertile cunt, and a welcome pulse vibrated from the spot where you joined. Your nerves felt wonderfully fuzzy, warmth and satisfaction bringing a lazy smile to your face as you stroked your fingers through your lover’s hair.

       “Clementine if it’s a girl?” came his voice, muffled against your temple as he nuzzled the spot.

       Your eyes fluttered open, turning to blink at him. “Hmm?”

       “And Oliver if it’s a boy?”

       You blinked again, a heartbeat passing, and then the giggles erupted. Throwing your arms around his neck, you rolled him over and kissed him with wild abandon. Smiling against his lips, you murmured, “When I get pregnant again, we have to move out. I don’t think this mansion could withstand two Doyle children.”

       “Anything you want, darling,” he answered, pulling you in for another kiss with a hand on your cheek. “Love nest second though, first…”

       A roll of his hips from under you made you gasp, clinging to his shoulders as a shot of arousal burst through you. Your inner thighs, already sticky from the combined release that had managed to leak out, clenched as you pushed yourself onto his thrust. “Mmm…” A soft moan passed your lips as you continued grinding against him, beginning to work yourself on the dick hardening within your cunt.

       “I’m going to make love to you every day until we’re certain you’re pregnant again,” Arthur growled, the force of his midnight blue gaze sending an excited tremor straight to your core.

       “Best we get to work on that then, huh?”

       “Mmm, best we do.”

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hello everyone from my xxsycamore taglist and sorry for spamming you all, i just wanted to say that currently my messages at xxsycamore are unavailable. just like that. the tab disappeared 🤷‍♀️ it happened just after I posted my most recent event in there, which, by the way, again didn't show up in the tags. sometimes i feel like my writing blog is cursed... Ngl, it's kind of discouraging when issues like this occur all the time, especially as I'm fighting writer's block and part of my efforts get hidden. But hell if that's gonna stop me from writing!

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[voltage-vixen]

“You could always unwrap me.” NSFW

(This is featuring Nobunaga from IkeSen)

“The villagers sure seem to really love their lord, don’t they?”

MC sighed, as Nobunaga sifted through the gifts Hideyoshi and Mitsunari had delivered to his room on behalf of the townspeople. While MC was pleased Nobunaga was held in such admiration among the city of Azuchi, her patience was wearing thin waiting for the man she loved to finally join in on the private celebration she planned for them.

“I suppose so,” Nobunaga responded, his gaze wavering over the piles of boxes he still needed to finish sorting through. “Though it matters not to me either way. For as long as they support my vision of unification, that’s enough to keep me satisfied.”

“Nobunaga, you wouldn’t happen to really mean that, now would you?”

 No longer wanting to hold back, MC settled herself onto Nobunaga’s lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The warlord’s lips arched slightly upward, as MC pressed her forehead against his, and interlocked her fingers between his.

“Bold of you to challenge my intentions,” Nobunaga murmured, nuzzling his head against the cool touch of her forehead.

After planting a brisk kiss on the tip of her nose, Nobunaga went to pull away to finish arranging the stack of presents, but MC pressed herself deeper into the nook of his chest. Her embrace tightened around him, and she rested her head onto his chest, sighing in content at the sound of his heart steadily beating.

“My fireball doesn’t want to share my attention today,” Nobunaga chuckled in amusement, tucking the strand of her bangs behind her ear. “Once I finish unwrapping and organizing everything, Hideyoshi can distribute my proper gratitude’s, and then my undivided attention will be all yours for the taking.”

Longing to remain encased in the comfort of Nobunaga’s warmth, MC seized onto his hand, and guided him to the strap of her obi. The notorious Devil King shuddered at her gentle touch stroking the callous of his palm, and naturally relaxed his body into her own. For MC was the one and only person, he could ever trust to let his guard down.

“Though it seems a different agenda is on your mind.”

Nobunaga barely hummed the words, as he found himself entranced by the sweet gazes of lust the beauty of her eyes were blinking at him suggestively.

“Instead,” MC huffed, distracted by the way he was fiddling teasingly with the strap keeping her temple concealed. A temple Nobunaga was now resolved in conquering, judging by the newly formed bulge straining against her. “Instead, you can always unwrap me.”

Nobunaga’s fingers swiftly released MC’s body from the bothersome fabric, leaving her chest bare and exposed. He leaned in and his lips trailed down from the top of her breast, tongue gently caressing the sensitive mound, paying special regard to the swollen bud of her nipple.

“N-Nobunaga,” MC whinnied, running her fingers through the sleek locks of his hair.

A playful smirk formed in between his tongue’s worshiping, as Nobunaga reveled in at the spectacle of his love trembling.

Nobunaga loved everything about this. The intimacy they shared. The pleasure they divulged in each other. And most importantly MC. He loved her with all his heart. It was in that moment, Nobunaga concluded that his purpose in life was to love and be loved by this woman.

His goal to unify the country would never be abandoned. And there were even times MC drove him crazy. Nonetheless, she was the only one in the world Nobunaga could truly be himself and lose all inhibitions with her. If that wasn’t what they refer to as love, then the birthday celebrant cared not for their opinions then.

“Happy birthday,” MC whispered, in between her elicited short pants.

Nobunaga surrendered his gratifying assault of her chest, and nudged her backwards onto the futon. He traced a digit down the length of her stomach, only pausing before reaching the area she needed him to caress the most.

“I love you,” Nobunaga declared, yet reassuring her of his affections once more. “However, if that mouth is still able to make utter such beautiful sounds, I’m must not be doing enough to satisfy you, for my name should be the only words you moan for the rest of the day.”

Climbing on top of MC, Nobunaga spent the rest of his birthday in bliss, reveling in the feelings of loving and being loved. There could never been any gift greater than the one the wormhole presented him the day she graced his time with her presence.

Happy birthday to me, Nobunaga thought, before preserving on ravishing the woman that brightened up his darker days for the better, abandoning all hope of opening the rest of his presents. 

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[fandom-collective-writers]

Reader x Vincent van Gogh {IkeVam} - Made of Stars

Title: Made of Stars Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Character: Vincent van Gogh Genre: smiles in smut Warnings: smooty Kinks: biting, unusual toys (momentarily), grinding, moaning, mild dirty talk, pretty soft/fluffy Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience  Word Count: 1500 words POV: second person Req by: @sadshaxk​ (prompt: you’re bigger than i expected)  Other comments: im honestly so so sorry this is late, i thought it was due on the 28th and i didnt connect that the 6 is not an 8 . i hope you enjoy it though!! 

Bored, Vincent drags the clean paintbrush across his hand, trying to think of what to paint. His eyes dart to you for a moment, and you see the flicker of inspiration sparking in his beautiful blue orbs. A gentle smile stretches across his lips and he leans back on the stool, not limited by a backrest, and taps the end of the brush against his chin. 

          “Would you come here for a moment?” he asks, sitting up and padding over to the full length mirror. 

         You do as he asks, intrigued by his idea, and stand in front of him. Like this, your body obscures most of his from the reflection, but Vincent rests his chin on your shoulder and traces you with the brush. Really, the bristles tickle a bit, and his fingers rest at your sides, dangerously close to your sensitive spots.  

         “Vincent?” 

         “Hm?” 

         “Why the mirror? I thought you wanted to paint me…” 

         He ponders your question for a moment before taking a handful of your hair and lifting it slightly to expose your neck. The vampire’s touch is gentle, and you feel safe in his grasp. Warm seemingly radiates from his mouth as he hovers inches away from your pulse. 

         “Tell me what you see first–” 

         Vincent presses an open-mouthed kiss to your skin, urging you to respond. 

         “A-Ah… well… I just see myself, no? And you being an absolute tease! Vincent please!” You squirm, but he only tightens his grip on your waist, keeping you pressed against his strong chest. 

         “Indeed… it is you, but I see more.” Holding your chin with two fingers, Vincent urges you to look directly at the reflection. He brings the brush down along your cheek and then follows the curve of your jaw with it. “Sometimes, when I look at you, I see stars.” 

         “Stars?” 

         Vincent hums. “Flickers of light, reminding me how wonderfully precious you are.” His voice is dangerously sweet as he drags his digits down your chest. Upon reaching the lace of your bodice, he tugs at it enthusiastically until the buttons give away and the fabric opens, revealing the dark colored corset underneath. “You’re glowing, even now!” Vincent beams and taps your nose with his brush. 

         “I think blushing is the right word, Vincent, the window is open–” 

         He only laughs a bit, and spins you around only to capture you again. With a hand on either side of your face, Vincent walks backwards, to the love seat against the wall, and sits down, bringing you with him. “My star, will you try to resist my love?” 

         You meet his intense gaze – his eyes well with adoration and pride, you can see it clearly. “Of course not. Show me your love, Vincent– Let me be your case study!” 

         And it’s all the confirmation he needs to rip apart the rest of your clothes and send them flying across the room. Regardless of the open window, he has plans to devour you, fulfill his promise to you, and prove that you are indeed, made of stars. 

         His lips, hot and wet with anticipation, graze your collarbone, looking for the perfect place to mark you. With one hand lost in his angelic blonde locks, you push him closer to your bosom. You slip your free hand under your skirt in a desperate attempt to take your undergarments off quickly. 

         If you had known that Vincent’s plans to paint would be interrupted by a spontaneous love-making session, you would have worn something different. Then again, he always seems to enjoy indulging in his carnal desires, which lead him to rip things off of you. 

         “V-Vincent! You’re still teasing me…” 

         You didn’t realize that he is still holding the paintbrush, but he tucks it between his teeth, sharp canines gripping into the wood. He takes a moment to fix your skirt, centering you on his lap and ensuring you won’t fall. The topmost strings of your corset have magically come undone, allowing Vincent to pull it down enough to finally bite you. 

         As the brush falls from his lips, he is free to have you. 

         Pleasure bubbles in your blood the moment Vincent takes his first drink from you. It fills your body and soul, spreading the warmth to your core. Like a puppet on strings, you arch your back and curl against Vincent, giving him more flesh to delight in. 

         “Look, it’s even blossoming into a star! I told you, did I not?” 

         Still in a daze, you look down at the top of your breast where there is, indeed, a beautiful purple mark in the shape of a star. Vincent certainly has his ways, and you have long forgotten about his painting plans. 

         “Are we going to continue?” 

         “Unless you wish to sto–”

         “No.” 

         Vincent beams and holds your skirt up with one hand and uses the other to drag the brush along your inner thighs. “I warn you, continuing includes more teasing.” 

         “Oh, you have the smirk of a devil, but the touch of an angel, Vincent.” You cup his face and kiss him gleefully, pressing your tongue against his. He moans against the fervent kiss, hands rummaging around until the handle of his brush grinds against your silk-clad privates. He has yet your underwear, but you know it will disappear in a matter of moments. “Vincent~”

         “You’d prefer something else?” 

         Rolling your eyes, you take the brush from his hand and roll directly over the erection still hidden in his trousers. The tool clatters to the ground, and you direct your attention to pulling his pants down, at least enough for the two of you to satisfy your lustful needs. 

         Your lover takes to kissing along your collarbone again. 

         He always does this: Vincent searches for your favorite spot to be bitten, so that he may do so as he enters you. It is a sly move of his because he loves seeing your sinful expression. With his pulsating length finally in your palm, you guide him to your entrance. Breathing heavily, you sit down slowly until you feel your folds rub against his base. 

         And then he bites you. 

         The sensation paralyzes you, because Vincent decides to thrust up at the last moment, ensuring that you can not fit anymore of his member inside of your cunt. Blood trickles down your chest, but he catches it with a single swipe of his tongue. He is absolutely wonderful, and you wonder if Vincent is the one made of stars rather than you. 

         Vincent calls your name, bringing you back into the moment. “You want to say something– I can tell, it’s there, lingering on your lips. Tell me!” 

         “You’re… bigger than I expected, Vincent.” You start to roll your hips and place your hands on his chest to steady yourself. “Have you been holding out… just to ensure you’d… do this to me now?” 

         This makes him blush, but Vincent nods. “I want to pleasure you and you alone, my star. I’ve made you radiate.” 

         “Oh Vincent…” 

         He has a wonderful way with words, just like he does with his paintings. They reflect his swirling emotions– even if he cannot always communicate them verbally, Vincent draws inspiration from the world and his heart, putting them on canvas to make them understood. Your heart wells with love for him, and you moan his name in his ear, over and over until he knows of your feelings. 

         Vows of affection tumble from his tongue, wrapping you in happiness. He controls himself and only bites you once more, at the neck, before he kisses the spots. Really, you zone in and out of consciousness, sometimes in the moment and listening to his words, telling you how gorgeous you are and how bright you glow. You think you hear something about how he’s going to use you as inspiration for a painting– something about a night with stars, but you don’t understand the full thought before everything comes crashing down. It happens faster than you expect, seeing as it feels as though a few moments ago you had said your comment to him. 

         Vincent moans for you when he follows you to pleasure. It’s beautiful to watch, and he holds you against him so that you don’t fall back. 

         You don’t have the strength to move anymore, so you nestle against Vincent and bask in the afterglow of his love. After this, you understand that both of you are stars, so beautiful and bright, especially when together. 

[xxsycamore]

𝐈𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬… 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬!

↬ May 10th is Maid Day!! The residents get the perfect idea of letting Sebastian rest for a day while they take care of the chores in his stead... while dressed up as maids. Of course, they need a little guidance about what needs to be done, so naturally, they address Sebastian as their Goshujin-sama and ask for orders!

Napoleon as a maid: The Badass Maid

Initially is assigned to take care of the cooking, and is very skilled at doing so. This maid doubles as a bodyguard! When Master Sebastian is surprisingly attacked by a group of thugs, Napoleon steps in with his rapier in hand - fighting in a maid dress is child's play for him! The long frilled skirts swoosh in the air and the headband is still perfectly secured on his head by the time he's got his high-heel-boot-clad foot on a defeated thug's chest!

Mozart as a maid: The Harsh Maid

This maid will make a disgusted face at you if you're clumsy and spill your tea everywhere, making a mess. Mozart self-appoints himself for everything that involves cleaning, not trusting another maid with this task, as he's quite the pedant when it comes to hygiene. Will scold Sebastian if he abuses his day of leisure by eating in bed. If he's being too cruel, he'll offer to play the piano for his Goshujin-sama as an apology.

Leonardo as a maid: The Lazy Maid

This maid does nothing but sleep! He even gets in the way of the Harsh Maid with his large body blocking the corridor and making it hard to sweep the floor. He doesn't care about manspreading even when wearing a maid dress! But you can't be mad at him, with so many inexperienced maids running around, there has to be someone at the ready for fixing broken gadgets and appliances - he is allowed to nap off the time he's not needed.

Isaac as a maid: The Genius Maid

Managing the budget, listing pending renovations and maintenance work, doing Comte's letter correspondence outside of acquaintances, organizing the upcoming ball... who thought Sebastian did all of this too, on top of his other chores?! Isaac tries his best taking care of these things, which bonds him to a desk for the most of the day - and it's perfect for him, because it means he won't show up in front of the others in this absurd short maid dress!

Vincent as a maid: The Angelic Maid

Vincent's only chore could be radiating happiness, because a room with him in it is a room where smiles and flowers are blooming. This maid has to be kept off the kitchen, and the others ended up telling him to make up the beds instead. Since he got done early with that, Sebastian "ordered him" to paint whatever he wants while he's resting contently in the shade not far from where Vincent happily paints in the garden. His maid dress ends up all covered in colorful stains...

Theodorus as a maid: The Bossy Maid

Wearing a maid dress doesn't stop this maid to be scary when angered! Theo's crossed arms are even more noticeably muscular with the short, frilly sleeves. His job is overseeing the other maids and making sure they're not slacking off. He's a bit of a perfectionist, so much to Sebastian's dismay, he ends up rearranging a whole section of the kitchen or another corner of the mansion to what he believes is more convenient for doing quick and efficient work.

Let me know if you want part two! 🤍🖤

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Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys

Thanks to @sadshaxk​ for requesting this. My inbox is always open and requests are welcome. I got kinda carried away with Isaac’s. Hell, I would be willing to write a short fic from that one. Let me know if you want me to.

Arthur: -Arthur will outwardly reject the idea, but we all know he will do anything to make his love happy. And if that ‘anything’ is letting his lover apply makeup on him, then so be it. - You know damn well that he is enjoying it, despite the fact that he will try to act like he isn’t. -He might try to purse his lips in a pout, but hey, he’s just making it easier for you to put on some lipstick, right? -Will probably find a way to use it in a story, like he does everything else. -Might want you to put makeup on Vic as a joke.

Isaac: -Our poor apple boy is very much against the idea. -There are mainly two ways I would think to go about getting makeup on him.     1) Explaining the science behind makeup and other twenty-first-century beauty supplies or      2) Get help from Arthur and Dazai. - If you are the merciful type and go for option number one, it will probably work well, and he will let you apply some, but only very lightly and a natural look. - But on the downside, he will want to do some experiments with cosmetics afterward, most likely leading to you losing whatever makeup you brought to the past. - However, if you opt for the latter, and far crueler option of requesting a bit of assistance, he will fight back like a cornered raccoon. Seriously, there will be punching, kicking, scratching (All aimed at your two helpers), and maybe a bit of biting. - But, three is stronger than one, and he is outnumbered. Probably tied up too. Arthur and Dazai will most likely, after doing the actual makeup and having you use your phone to snap some photos, they will clean it off and use your lipstick to draw some apples on his face. -This is all your fault, you cruel monster.

Le Comte de Saint-Germain: -Comte won’t like the idea very much, as he is very prideful, he is a man of power, after all. -But, like Arthur, he will do anything to please you. - Will sit still and won’t pout or complain whatsoever while you are applying it. -I can picture Leonardo walking in on this and wanting to put some on Comte too. Like, You and Comte are sitting there. You are deep in concentration, you tongue sticking to the corner of your upper lip, your eyebrows furrowed in your focus. Then, BAM, Leonardo slams the door open and walks in, startling you, and causing you to smear the makeup on Comte’s face. -To make up for it, he offers to help you fix it (Much to Comte’s dismay), and since he is a painter, I assume that he would be pretty good at cosmetics. Like, matching colors and stuff. - You are probably beaming when Leo offers to help you do Comte’s makeup, and the blonde man can’t help but give in to your radiant smile.

Vincent: -He would probably be confused but would be more than willing to let you. - As you are applying it, he is most likely asking a lot of questions. like when you started to do makeup, who taught you, how common is it, etc, etc. -This boy is such an angel, honestly. -You tell him to position his head or face one way? Boom, done. -You will have to remind him to not talk while you are applying lipstick/lip gloss. -I can see Theo walking in on this, being confused, then walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him like “Fuck this shit I’m out.” -Will most likely want to put some on you afterward.

Theo: -He will unleash hell if you so much as suggest makeup on him. -Until that is, you, mention that in your time, cosmetics are considered a form of art. He will then let you apply some VERY Lightly, but if anyone asks, it was all completely against his own will. -He will grumble the whole time, and throw out sassy comments. -He isn’t enjoying himself at all. -BUT, if you get Vincent in on it, Theo will stop the complaining. All because his dear, angelic brother want to do something, and Theo would never forgive himself if he got in the way of that. -You and Vince probably have a ball with putting makeup on the younger brother.   -Theo takes it off the moment you’re done. -But, luckily, you knew that would happen and had Vincent do the finishing touches so that you could have your camera ready. -That picture is one to show the kids.

William: -Totally fine with it. -In his time, mainly only men were actors. And they would have to play the role of a woman every now and again, and when they did, they wore makeup. So, Shakes in no stranger to a bit of glamour. -I think he will be very interested to see how makeup from your time is though. He will be fascinated by how much it has changed.

Leonardo: -Another boy that will do anything you ask of him. -But, Leo will definitely be doing some teasing, despite his compromising position. -Might even give you some tips, like which colors to use. This damn artist is too good at what he does, which lead him to be good at facial art too. -You’re in trouble because after his makeup is done, it’s going to be your turn. -After both of your makeup is done, he’s probably gonna go and ruin both yours and his hard work by smearing some of it, or adding somewhere it doesn’t belong. You both laugh about it, though.

Napoleon: -Doesn’t like the idea, but isn’t opposed to it either. -He will sit still through most of it, but if part of the process is ticklish, then he is gonna laugh, and you can’t stop him. -After his makeup is done, the two of you laugh about it. Y’all probably call Jean in by screaming that something terrible has happened so that he comes quicker, only for him to find you and Napoleon giggling and cackling maniacally like children because Napoleon has been beautified. The two of you do Jean’s makeup next.

Jean: -As previously mentioned, you and Napoleon got Jean to run to Napoleon’s room, where he is getting his makeup done and then proceeded to jump on Jean, giggling and insisting that you do his makeup as well. -Jean reluctantly agrees. - He tries his best to comply to whatever you and Napoleon want to put on his face, but he refuses to take his eyepatch off. -Doesn’t speak, doesn’t move. -He isn’t enjoying it, but you and Napoleon are having fun, so he lets it slide just this once.

Mozart: -Not happening. -You can beg, cry, and get other’s help as much as you want. It isn’t happening. -There aren’t even any head-canons for him. He just ain’t doing it, it’s “unsanitary”

Dazai: -Dazai is all for it! -But, he makes funny faces throughout the whole process. -Honestly, he’s a pro at staying still, depression’ll do that to ya. - Wants to do your makeup too, but he won’t be very good at it. It’ll all be smudged and the colors won’t match at all. He’s probably doing it on purpose. -It’s still fun, though.

Sebastian: - I don’t think Sebastian would be against it at all, being from the 21st century and all. if you both have some free time and nothing better to do, that is. - Sebby just wants you to have all your work done, then you can have all the fun you want. -Getting Le Comte involved too would probably be fun, maybe Leo or Arthur, too. - I can totally imagine you and Sebastian layin around in the evening, doing each other’s makeup, and gossiping about the vamps.

[oranolio16]

“Sebastian! Sebastian!” you speed down the mansion’s hallways, frantically searching for Sebastian. Where was he? He should have heard you by now. You hurry towards Le Comte’s office, accidentally stepping on something squishy and lose your balance with a shout. As your face nears the floor, a strong arm jerks you backwards and you end up on someone’s lap.

“Mia Cara, I know I am attractive, but you don’t need to literally fall for me. I’d give you attention any day.”

Your face twists into a light scowl as you look up at Leonardo. “Don’t get ahead of your self, my standards are too high.”

Leo laughs mockingly, “Must be the only high thing about you then.”

“I don’t have time to entertain you, I’m looking for Sebastian. Have you seen him?”

Leo points at Le Comte’s office door opposite you, “He’s been in there all morning.”

“Thank you, looks like your not completely useless then.”

He laughs again, this time more fondly. “You have a sharp tongue, Cara Mia. Arthur and Theo have taught you well.”

“Well, I have to survive somehow. And Mozart is honestly deadlier with his words, no joke.”

You grab his shoulder and attempt to get up, but you step on the hem of your dress and topple back on to him. This time, however, your hands land on his crotch. You blush and move your hand away quickly as if you’ve been burned.

At that moment, the office door opens and Le Comte steps out with Sebastian behind him.

“Ma Cherie, what’s happening?” He looks at you worriedly but glares at Leo and asks him frostily, “What are you doing?”

You remember suddenly that Leo’s arm was still around your waist.

“Nothing, nothing. I tripped and Leo stopped me from bashing my face. I was just getting up.” You catch Leo’s provocative grin to Comte and you glare at him as a warning. He raises an eyebrow but stands up fluidly and rights you, before brushing an errant lock of hair behind your ear.

You hear a cough behind you and blush lightly when you see Sebastian’s grin.

“Anyway, Sebastian, I was looking for you. If your not busy, could you come with me?”

“If Milord has no need of me...”

“Your free to go, Sebastian.”

“Then I’m free, where would you like to go?”

“My bedroom, I have something to show you.”

You eye Leo dubiously as he doubles over with laughter, even as Comte raises a slightly shocked eyebrow. When Sebastian chokes, his ears going slightly red, you realise what they think you meant and scowl. “I didn’t mean it like that! Get your minds out of the gutter, and Leo, STOP LAUGHING!”

“Ooh, your getting a bit forward Luv.”

You sigh, exasperated, as Arthur appears at the end of the hallway and winks at you cheekily. When you notice him opening his mouth again, you cut in quickly. “No Arthur, don’t you dare.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You were about to!”

As you look at the four men around you, an idea sparks to life.

“You guys stay here. I’ll be right back, you’ll definitely want to see this.”

You turn quickly and rush back to your room. You’d just had the best, and most hilarious, idea ever.

Note: I thought I’d post it as little pieces. Tell me what you thought. I’m not good with personalities so tell me if they get a bit too OOC. But this will be mostly funny, I hope. Oh, and Ikemen Vampire doesn’t belong to me, it belongs to Cybird as yall know.

[yanderepuck]

@sadshaxk

IT IS MINE

Don't ask me how I'm doing.

I saw an edit of Isaac and Vincent kissing and it's all I've been thinking about for two hours

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ━ ≪ 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 ≫ [ LINK ]

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