#ikemen vampire kinktober

[xxsycamore]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ━ ≪ VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2024 ≫

Welcome to the fifth annual installment of Visions of Temptation, a multifandom kinktober prompt list/creation challenge! ►Under the cut you will find both lists written down in blank format. You’ll also find a short explanation of some of the lesser-known kinks.

███ GUIDELINES

► minors DNI!

► The two lists are absolutely free to use across all fandoms, with a main focus on otome games. If you’re a writer, artist, visual graphic creator, etc., you can use these lists to create your kinktober works.

►You can share this with your followers and open requests using these lists.

► In the kink list, you can choose a kink to work with for each day of October, while in the other list, you have 31 dialogue prompts. It’s up to you whether you choose to follow one of the lists or both, and to combine them or not. You don't have to follow just one list either - mix and match them if you'd like!

► Make sure to put content warnings where needed.

► Unlike most of my challenges, this one won't have a masterlist featuring the works created for it, meaning that it won't have a deadline either - feel free to complete it at your own pace.

► About credit: Make sure to mention the challenge itself and its creator. I’d be happy to see your works, so please tag me when using my list here on tumblr! Posting to other sites is fine, as long as you credit me :)  

►In order for us to find each other's works and appreciate them, please make sure to use the tag " #visions of temptation 2024 " !

►Don't hesitate to reach out if you have a question! My askbox is always open!

►Remember to have fun and not stress over this really long challenge! ❤

targeted fandoms: Ikeseries (Ikemen Villains; Ikemen Prince; Ikemen Vampire; Ikemen Sengoku + other cybird games); Love and Deepspace; Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr. Love: Queen's Choice; Count of Darkness; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger; Lovebrush Chronicles; Light and Night + all other mobile/console otome you can think of. Remember, this is just the focus of the challenge - you can write for any fandom at all!

Depending on how much free time i've got on my hands, I'll also be checking out your works and reblogging them on my main blog, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly - under the tag "#vot '24 reblogs" :)

If you're wondering if I'm taking requests for my challenge, make sure to check my blog beforehand. At the moment of posting this, requests are closed - but that might change in the future.

███ PROMPTS

► both lists in blank format + handy explanation of some of the kinks under the cut.

Happy creating, everyone and may you have a great October! ❤

KINK LIST:

 Porn Actors AU  |  Anonymous Sex/One-night Stand

 Gloryholes  |  Handjobs/Fingering

 Phone sex  | Guided Touching 

 Orgasm Control  |  Bondage/Shibari

 Make up Sex  |  Mirror Sex

 Feather Play  |  Coming Untouched

 Sensory Deprivation  |  Sex Toys/Object Insertion

 Workplace Sex  |  Sex in a Vehicle 

 Choking/Breath play  | Dacryphilia

 Accidental Stimulation  |  Body Part Worship 

 Wet Dreams  |  Sexual Fantasy

 First Times  |  Role Reversal

 Fetish Clothing & Accessories |  Striptease

 Bathroom sex  |   Outdoor/Public sex

 Discipline & Punishment  |  Degradation/Praise Kink 

 Nipple Orgasms  |  Lactation/Pregnant sex 

 Blade/Gun Play  |  Spanking/Impact play 

 Intoxication/Hypnosis/Aphrodisiacs  |   Dry Humping

 Watersports  |  Begging 

 Food Play  |  Come Play

 Anal Sex/Pegging |  Size Difference

 Omegaverse/Breeding  |  Petplay 

 Massages  |  Temperature Play 

 Facesitting  |  Deepthroating

 Voyeurism/Exhibitionism  |  Getting Caught 

 Spitroasting  |  Double Penetration 

 Casual Sex/FWB  |  Switching Partners 

 Biting/Marking  |  Jealousy/Possessiveness 

 Sex Games/Dares  |  Trying New Positions     

 Cockwarming/Somnophilia  | Foreplay/Aftercare focus

Non-human characters/traits |  Sexual Roleplay 

DIALOGUE LIST:

 "I have no plans of stopping anytime soon."

"You have to say it. Use your words."

"See this? It's going to go inside you."

"Hush now. I'm only trying to help you."

"Let's see how long you can last."

"You know what happens when you do that."

"Maybe I should be punished?"

"Look at you, you're taking it so well."

 "We can go, or we can stay here and fuck."

"And here I thought you were an innocent one."

"Go on, put it in yourself."

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"Don't tease now. Be nice."

"I want to watch you come just from this."

"Beg me to be gentle."

"You thought you could get away with seducing me?"

"One more orgasm and I'll untie you."

"You look good like that. Thoroughly loved."

"I thought this is what you wanted?"

"I love that you're only making this erotic face for me."

"Poor thing, you're barely standing on your legs."

"Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet."

"That's it, you're doing such a good job."

"I can't stand a second more of not being inside you."

"Did the risk turn you on so much?"

"Oh, you'll regret letting me know that you like this."

"Come here. I'll make it all better."

"You're breathtaking. It makes me desire you so much."

"Seems like we can't keep our hands to ourselves."

"You feel so good. I don't ever want to stop."

"I've got much more in store for you."

some prompts explained...

Gloryholes - A person inserting their sexual organ through a hole in the wall with the intention to be pleasured from the other side.

Anonymous sex - Here's an idea: masquerade balls.

Orgasm Control - Can include Edging, Forced Orgasms, Orgasm denial.

Make up sex - Sex after an argument.

Mirror sex - Sex in front of a mirror.

Sensory Deprivation - Blocking stimuli from one or more of the senses. Example - Blindfolds.

Dacryphilia - Being turned on by your partner crying during sex.

Sexual Fantasy - Sharing/being made to share about a sexual fantasy, masturbating to a sexual fantasy, or helping your partner live out a sexual fantasy.

Role reversal - Swapping the giving and receiving role during intercourse.

Voyeurism - secretly watching someone participate in sexual activities or do something private and intimate like taking off their clothes.

Watersports - Everything involving pee. Holding it in, Golden showers, etc.

Come play - Anything to do with a partner's cum, for example Come marking.

Spitroasting - A three-way sex act in which a person is penetrated orally and anally/vaginally at the same time.

Omegaverse - A kink-trope-universe build around a hierarchy of biological roles: alphas>betas>omegas.

Somnophilia - Intercourse while a sexual partner is asleep.

FWB - Friends with benefits.

Switching partners - Two or more couples having intercourse at the same time, swapping/switching their partners.

Impact play - Slapping a sexual partner, could be across the face or on their rear.

Sexual roleplay - doctor/patient play, boss/employee play, all kinds of play pretend.

Hope these could be of help! Remember, you can always come ask if something's unclear. Once again, happy creating! ❤

[natimiles]

KINKTOBER 2024

@natimiles | @valkyyriia

It’s that time of the year! Come out of your shell and let’s go!

⊱ We thought of this list with Ikemen Series in mind, but it works with any fandom you enjoy (probably). ⊱ If you don’t like any of the prompts for the day, feel free to use another one you haven’t used yet. ⊱ Minors: don’t interact with this post or anything related to this.

Kinkipedia and prompts transcription under the cut

KINKIPEDIA:

⊱ Intercrural: between the thighs. ⊱ Dacryphilia: attraction to tears/crying. ⊱ A/B/O (Omegaverse): dominance hierarchy divided into dominant alphas, neutral betas, and submissive omegas. ⊱ Spitroasting: two people penetrate a single sexual partner at the same time, one orally and the other vaginally/anally. ⊱ Non-Genital Orgasm: cumming without touching.

PROMPTS:

1. Bondage | Role Reversal 2. Pussy/Cock Worship | Roleplay 3. Face Sitting | Intercrural Sex 4. Food Play | Biting / Marking 5. Pussy/Cockdrunk | Double Penetration 6. Voice Kink | Discipline/Punishment 7. Size Kink | Blood Play 8. Temperature Play | Rough Sex 9. Impact Play | Guided Masturbation 10. Cockwarming | Face Fucking 11. Mirror Sex | Oral 12. Voyeurism/Exhibitionism | Edging 13. Dirty Talk | Dacryphilia 14. Overstimulation | Toys 15. Predator/Prey | Degradation 16. Pegging/Anal | First Time 17. Breeding | Orgasm Denial 18. Praise Kink | A/B/O  19. Petplay | Blindfold 20. Body Worship | Daddy/Mommy Kink 21. Begging | Sensation Play  22. Mutual Masturbation | Hate/Angry Sex 23. Polyamory | Spitroasting 24. Somnophilia | Against the Wall 25. Non-Genital Orgasm | Multiple Orgasms 26. Outdoors / Public | Breath Play 27. Lingerie | Teasing 28. Wax Play | Foreplay  29. Shower/Bath | Gagging 30. Jealous Sex | Window/Balcony 31. Free Day!

[valkyyriia]

Day 6 - Voulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi?

Kinktober 2024 Prompt List | Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 1626 CW: Voice Kink(?), PiV, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Standing Sex Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader Prompt(s): Voice Kink | Discipline/Punishment

Notes: When looking at the list I realized I didn’t really know how voice kink worked, so I talked to @natimiles about it (like I do everything, really) and she explained it and I had the wonderful idea of Comte realizing that the reader thinks it’s hot when he talks in French, so he starts doing it more in the bedroom, and as a result she basically Pavlov’d herself into getting horny when he speaks French to her.

Still not certain this is voice kink necessarily, but… it’s what I’ve got.

Edit 10/7/24: Thanks @floydsteeth for pointing out the context behind 'ma belle fille' and explaining how to fix it. It's really appreciated!!

You had accompanied Comte to a dinner party tonight. The two of you were seated next to each other at a banquet at le Duc de Guermantes’ manor. Le Comte was amicably chatting with le Duc, the two of them being old friends, while you were seated across from your friend, Claudine.

They were speaking in French, as one would expect in Paris. Generally at home, le Comte tended to speak more English for your sake. You were still learning French, after all. Your French had certainly improved after living with him for as long as you had and you certainly weren’t having trouble following the conversation they were having, but..

Something about hearing le Comte speak in his native language was just hot.

He could probably read you a copy of the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, entirely in French, and you’d still be just as hot and bothered.

You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, a sigh falling from your lips. This did not go unnoticed, much to your chagrin.

Le Comte moved a hand to rest on top of your thigh. The warmth of his palm was nearly scalding as he caressed the clothed skin with his thumb. You looked up at him and saw his attention was still firmly on le Duc. Or well, if you hadn’t known him as well as you did, you’d think so, anyway.

No, with the way he was touching you, he was definitely more focused on you than he’d care for anyone else to know.

You looked away from him and across the table towards Claudine. She made eye contact with you and grinned cheekily, her eyes flickering over to le Comte’s profile before meeting yours again. You flushed and looked away. Her grin widened.

“Mademoiselle, are you feeling okay? Your face is flushed,” le Duc said to you, a look of concern on his face. Comte also turned to you, peering into your eyes worriedly.

“I’m fine,” you said, waving them off with a smile. “I’m just a bit warm. Do you mind if I step outside for a moment to cool off?”

“Of course not,” le Duc replied. “Take all the time you need.”

You moved to stand, Comte’s palm subtly leaving your thigh as you did so. He instead brushed the back of his hand against your forehead, testing your temperature. His hand was cool, thankfully, and you leaned into it.

He hummed. “You are feeling a bit warm, chérie. I hate to cut our visit short, Monsieur le Duc, but I think I should get this one home before she starts feeling any worse.”

You protested. “Comte, I’m fine-”

“Nonsense,” le Duc said, shaking his head. “We can always schedule a dinner for another time, just the four of us, when you’re feeling better. Your health is important, Mademoiselle. Take care of it.”

Your argument died in your throat. You couldn’t very well argue against that, even if you weren’t actually sick. It’s not like you could just tell them you were horny. You just sighed, accepting your fate, and nodded with a smile. Comte stood and held his hand out for you, which you took, and he escorted you out of the manor with an arm around your waist.

Once seated in the carriage and headed home, Comte looked at you questioningly.

“What?” You huffed.

“Care to tell me what’s got you so worked up, chérie?” Comte asked, switching back to English now that it was just the two of you.

You pouted. “I’m not worked up.”

Comte nodded. “Of course not,” he said breezily, lightly brushing his hand across your neck. You shivered at the contact and he raised an eyebrow.

You opened your mouth to snap at him, but thought better of it and just turned away instead. Comte chuckled and pulled you close to him, whispering into your ear with a slight purr. “You’re embarrassed about it, whatever it is.” His breath tickled the shell of your ear and you shuddered. “It’s not my voice. You don’t usually react like this when I talk to you.” Comte kissed your temple. “Or is it?” He repeated, slipping into French.

You swallowed and he chuckled into your ear. “I see,” he murmured thoughtfully, thankfully back in English. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, chérie. I will gladly speak to you in French as much as you’d like.” Comte kissed your cheek. “Perhaps I should start once we get home, hm?” He then continued in French. “Or maybe for the rest of our carriage ride?”

You swatted at him. “That’s not fair and you know it. You don’t even have to try!”

Comte just laughed.

The moment you were back in Comte’s bedroom, he was behind you and unlacing the ribbon that held your dress together. His hand was lightly caressing the skin there and he dropped his head to your shoulder, kissing the bare skin. If it weren’t for the way he was running his fingers over every inch of your body, you might think he was just trying to help you undress. But then he opened his mouth.

“You’re beautiful, chérie. Ma belle.” You shivered.

He continued to touch you, running fingers over your skin and kissing your neck and shoulders. All the while, Comte was whispering sweet nothings in French. Every kiss was punctuated with a sweet word, and every touch was followed by a kiss. Your dress lay puddled around your feet on the floor and he was still touching you, his fingers tracing every curve and plane of your body.

Comte had barely gotten your clothes off and you already felt like your skin was on fire, your center damp and aching. He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts. His thumb and forefinger on each hand tweaked at your sensitive nipples and you gasped, arching into Comte’s firm chest.

“So séduisant, mon amour,” Comte purred, kissing your shoulder. “I love seeing you fall apart in my hands without me even really touching you.”

You whined. “Abel, please.”

His lips trailed up the side of your neck and he nipped at your earlobe, pulling another gasp from your throat. He worried the flesh between the blunted ends of his teeth before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. At the same time, his right hand released your breast and drifted down your stomach before dipping between the folds of your labia.

You moaned, leaning against him further, as his experienced fingers rubbed loose circles around your clit. He blew a puff of air against your ear and you arched again, inadvertently pressing your hips into his hand. Your backside rubbed against his clothed crotch and he grunted into your ear, pressing his hips against you insistently.

With one swift movement, his pants were off and he was inside you, holding your back against his chest as he thrust into your heat. His mouth was still next to your ear and he groaned, dirty phrases falling from his lips. Comte’s dirty talking was always superb, but hearing him whisper to you in French while he fucked you was transcendental.

You had barely even started and your legs were already jelly. Comte’s arms tightened around your waist, holding you upright as he pounded into you. You hadn’t even made it to the bed; the two of you were still standing right by the doorway. Comte hadn’t even managed to get his clothes completely off.

His cock was nestled deep inside of you, the angle causing the tip to brush against your sweet spot with every thrust. You didn’t even have warning this time before you came, a cry tearing from your throat as your inner walls suddenly squeezed his cock. He swore, not having expected it, and he promptly followed you off the edge. He rutted into you until he was completely spent, slipping from your warmth. Your mixed fluids dripped from between your legs as you all but collapsed in his arms.

Comte was breathing heavily, as were you, but he held you upright. He wiped your sweaty bangs out of your eyes before pressing a loving kiss to your shoulder. “Let’s get cleaned up and get to bed,” he said, thankfully in English this time.

You agreed easily, relaxing against him, your hands on top of his. He chuckled. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“Mhm,” you agreed. “My legs don’t work anymore.”

“The second best compliment a man could receive,” Comte laughed. “Alright, chérie. Let’s get you into the bath.”

You walked into the dining hall the next morning for breakfast, having been just a little behind this morning after the intense night you had had. Comte had gotten up just a little bit before you, intending on letting you sleep in. You stopped abruptly when you noticed that Comte and Arthur were chatting. In French, to your dismay.

When Comte noticed you, he smiled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You tensed up, giving him a warning glare.

“Bonjour, mon amour,” he said innocently. “Comment te sens-tu?”

You groaned and promptly turned on your heel, leaving the room without even sitting down. Comte chuckled and got up to follow you, his breakfast untouched.

Arthur, ever observant, watched you both leave before breaking into a conspiratorial grin of his own. “Sebas, I do believe your fellow housekeeper has fallen ill once again. I daresay we shan’t be seeing much of her again today.”

Sebastian’s exasperated sigh was his only response.

Dividers by @/natimiles

Taglist: @natimiles @queengiuliettafirstlady @candiedcoffeedrops @goddesswitchmother @candied-boys

@fang-and-feather @faustianfascination @villain-hotline

[faustianfascination]

inspired by @valkyyriia's kinktober fics

Sebas needs a holiday or a co worker his boss isn't rendering unable to walk every other night

[malachiexists13]

EXPLANATION POST: Here

TLDR: I'm doing Kinktober this year using a list I made myself. The blank version is available in the post linked above. Below is the list I'll be editing over the month of October to show what I am writing/not writing and I'm only doing up to two prompts per day. You can submit multiple prompts and there's no limit to how many per character but I cannot promise that they'll all be written this year. Some may be saved for next year.

CHARACTERS

[OBEY ME] Lucifer || Leviathan || Belphegor || Solomon || Barbatos

[IKESEN] Mitsuhide Akechi || Mitsunari Ishida || Ranmaru Mori || Kanetsugu Naoe || Kenshin Uesugi || Kicho

[IKEVAMP] Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart || Comte de Saint-Germain || Sebastian || Johann Georg Faust

[IKEPRI] Chevalier Michel || Licht Klein || Gilbert von Obsidian

[IKEVIL] William Rex || Ellis Twilight || Elbert Greetia

[GENSHIN IMPACT] Aether || Venti || Zhongli || Albedo || Xiao || Kaedehara Kazuha || Thoma || Gorou || Shikanoin Heizou || Tighnari || Cyno || Wanderer/Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche || Alhaitham || Kaveh || Lyney || Freminet || Neuvillette || Wriothesley || Kinich

[DEMON SLAYER] Giyuu Tomioka || Obanai Iguro || Michikatsu Tsugikuni || Yoriichi Tsugikuni

[JUJUTSU KAISEN] Choso Kamo

As the writer, I reserve the right to deny any prompts that I do not feel comfortable writing or any requests from people who are rude and/or disrespectful. If I do not post your request on the day you asked for, it means I either chose not to write it or I may have saved it for next year. Please do not harass and/or send me messages asking about it.

Requests CLOSED

Crossed Out - Not Writing It || Blue Text - Author Picked || Purple Text - Requested

DAY 1: Porn Actors AU || Anonymous Sex || One Night Stand

DAY 2: Handjobs || Fingering || Piercings

DAY 3: Orgasm Control || Squirting || Cumming Early/Prematurely

DAY 4: Make-Up Sex || Mirror Sex || Bondage

DAY 5: Phone Sex || Guided Touching || Rough Sex

DAY 6: Against A Wall || Sixty-Nine || Creampie

DAY 7: Sensory Deprivation || Sex Toys || Breath Play

DAY 8: Workplace Sex || Car Sex || Desk/Office Sex

DAY 9: Choking || Dacryphilia || Hate Sex

DAY 10: Accidental Stimulation || Humiliation || Clothes On

DAY 11: Wet Dreams || Sexual Fantasy || Femdom

DAY 12: First Time/s || Role Reversal || Dirty Talk

DAY 13: Striptease || Fetish Clothing || Lingerie

DAY 14: Discipline/Punishment || Praise/Degradation || Teasing

DAY 15: Bathroom Sex || Public/ Outdoor Sex || Hair-Pulling

DAY 16: Pregnancy Sex || Overstimulation || Lap Dance

DAY 17: Spanking || Roleplay || Blood

DAY 18: Dry Humping || Aphrodisiacs || Intoxication

DAY 19: Begging || Crossdressing || Stomach Bulge

DAY 20: Infidelity/Cuckolding || Threesome || Cunnilingus

DAY 21: Anal/Pegging || Size Difference || Shower/Bath Sex

DAY 22: Breeding || Heats/Ruts || Thigh-riding

DAY 23: Strap-On || Cum Dump || Knotting

DAY 24: Facesitting || Deepthroating || Masturbation

DAY 25: Exhibitionism || Getting Caught || Voyeurism

DAY 26: Double Penetration || Orgy || Switching Partners

DAY 27: Casual Sex/FWB || Monsterfucking || Daddy Kink

DAY 28: Biting/Marking || Jealousy || Possessiveness

DAY 29: Mommy Kink || Blowjob || Blindfolds/Restraints

DAY 30: Cockwarming || Somnophilia || Foreplay/Aftercare

DAY 31: Worship || Sub/Dom || Vanilla Sex || Free Space

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DAY 1: Disaster || One Night Stand with Gilbert von Obsidian DAY 1: Be Greedy || Anonymous Sex with William Rex

DAY 2: Silver Tongue || Piercings with Xiao DAY 2: Beast's Taste || Fingering with Chevalier Michel

DAY 3: Exploring Curiosity || Premature Orgasm with Ranmaru Mori DAY 3: Mean Detective || Orgasm Control with Shikanoin Heizou

DAY 4: "Forgive Me, Baby?" || Make-Up Sex with Scaramouche DAY 4: Beautiful || Mirror Sex with Belphegor

DAY 5: Good For Me || Guided Touching with Comte de Saint-Germain DAY 5: Stressed || Rough Sex with Michikatsu Tsugikuni

DAY 6: Hard to Say No || Against A Wall with Ellis Twilight DAY 6: Stay In || Crempie with Thoma

DAY 7: Darling Apprentice || Sex Toys with Solomon DAY 7: Experimentation || Sensory Deprivation with Albedo

DAY 8: Pay Attention || Desk/Office Sex with Neuvillette DAY 8: Jealousy, Jealousy~ || Car Sex with Scaramouche

DAY 9: Detestation or Adoration? || Hate Sex with Obanai Iguro DAY 9: Pretty, Even When You Cry || Dacryphilia with Kenshin Uesugi

DAY 10: Not There! || Accidental Stimulation with Kaveh DAY 10: Don't Open The Door || Clothes On with Aether

DAY 11: DAY 11:

DAY 12: A Bet || First Time with Kunikuzushi DAY 12:

DAY 13: DAY 13:

DAY 14: DAY 14:

DAY 15: Apprehension || Outdoor Sex with Freminet DAY 15:

DAY 16: DAY 16:

DAY 17: DAY 17:

DAY 18: A Lesson in Botany || Aphrodisiacs with Tighnari DAY 18:

DAY 19: DAY 19:

DAY 20: Sweet Addiction || Cunnilingus with Kinich DAY 20:

DAY 21: DAY 21:

DAY 22: DAY 22:

DAY 23: DAY 23:

DAY 24: DAY 24:

DAY 25: DAY 25:

DAY 26: DAY 26:

DAY 27: DAY 27:

DAY 28: DAY 28:

DAY 29: DAY 29:

DAY 30: DAY 30:

DAY 31: DAY 31:

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[missaengg]

Sweet, Little Hondje

Day 22 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Vampire | Theodorus van Gogh x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, alternate universe, omegaverse, breeding, p in v sex, alpha Theo, omega reader Prompts: Omegaverse/Breeding | “Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet.” ao3 link here.

Lightning flashes across the night sky, quickly followed by the sharp crack of thunder. Thick, angry clouds hang lowly covering the fullness of the round moon. A lone figure strides down the corridor, briefly illuminated by the elusive flash of light before he is invisible once more in the blanket of darkness.

He walks with purpose, gripped by an insatiable hunger, no amount of food or drink able to quench his undeniable appetite.

It is breeding night.

A tight ache grows in his loins. He hastens his pace, driven by the need to release his seed, a primal urge overtaking the entirety of his being. He stops only when he reaches a door. Yours.

He slips in, the opening and closing of the heavy wooden door a whisper in the velvety cover of the stormy night.

His cock twitches as you stir. He takes you in, an ethereal vision of virgin fertility.

“Master Theo?” Your voice is quiet, threaded with the heavy tendrils of sleep’s embrace. You slowly sit up, resting your back against your pillow.

You’re an innocent, delectable sight, dressed in a white nightgown with your soft hair tumbling around your shoulders. Pure. Untouched. Unravaged.

Theo gracefully moves to the side of your bed, his footsteps silenced by the luxuriously plush carpet. The bed dips where he sits. He catches a wayward lock of your hair and tucks it behind your ear.

“Hondje,” he says, “you know what day it is.”

A pregnant pause fills the air, your eyes growing wide as the implication of his words clear away the last of the sleepy fog and settles in your brain.

“I do.”

The nervous waver in your voice is hard to miss, and only serves to add to the excruciating throb of his arousal, now too large for the constraints of its clothed prison.

“You are in heat,” he simply states, his eyes glowing in the inky darkness.

A soft blush appears on your cheeks, the dusting of pink only adding to the allure of your virgin innocence.

“Y-yes, Master Theo.”

Theo doesn’t miss the way your thighs subtly press together underneath the blanket or the way your blush darkens from a soft pink to a flustered red or the way you deliciously shiver in his imposing presence. He gently cups your cheek.

“I… I am honored to be… be chosen.”

Theo caresses your soft skin with his thumb, barely restraining his animalistic need to claim you as his.

“I will try to be gentle, little one.”

You tremble, your doe-like eyes looking up at him both in fear and anticipation. “Thank you, Master Theo.”

The lovely innocence in your eyes is enticing. Theo climbs on top of you, forcefully parting your legs with his knee. He lowers his lips to yours, savoring how they flutter with inexperience, and he roughly traces the tip of his tongue along your supple lips, applying more pressure as you relax into his touch.

The friction of his knee against your cunt causes you to gasp, and Theo welcomes the opening, slipping his tongue in between your sweetly parted lips. He kneads your breast, soft and supple in his hands. He brushes his thumb against your pert nipple, and rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers, he drags his lips down to your neck.

“Hah ah… Master Theo,” you moan.

Your sensual exclamation stokes the burning fire raging inside of him, and his desire getting the best of him, he sucks on your delicate flesh leaving behind a dark, red bruise. It’s getting harder and harder for him to hold his ravenous hunger at bay.

“You know what comes next, Hondje?”

“Y–yes.”

Your voice comes out as a sweet whisper, and Theo snaps. He pushes your nightgown past your hips, groaning as the lush waft of your arousal drifts into his nose. You smell intoxicating. He’s blinded by his desire to claim you as his.

He hooks his finger into the waistband of your underwear, ripping the delicate fabric and removing it with haste. The movement startles you, and you squeak, but Theo barely notices. He’s entranced by the way your sweet pussy clenches, glistening with your delectable arousal.

Beautiful.

Theo runs his tongue along your sex, tasting you like a man starved, a single thought crossing his mind.

Breeding you is going to be divine.

Theo’s suddenly aware of how constricting his clothes feel, and with a growl, he practically rips off his clothes. He sees the way your eyes bulge when they see him spring free, taking in the sheer size of his erection leaking with his ravenous need, the sight only fueling his heated inferno.

He grabs you by the waist, digging his fingers into your soft flesh, driven by his need to fill your womb with his seed.

“This may hurt.”

“Y–yes…”

Somewhere in Theo’s muddled mind, he notes your shaky sigh, the way you’re trying so hard to be brave at what’s coming next, but he’s too far gone, the animalistic instinct to breed you overtaking the rational part of his brain. He’s aching to feel your sweet cunt around him.

Theo plunges in, burying himself to the hilt, buzzing with pleasure as you cry out. He can feel your walls stretching to accommodate him, clenching around him in a vice grip. Theo grunts. You’re spasming so tightly around his cock, it takes almost everything he has to hold onto his composure.

But your sweet cunt isn’t ready to accept his seed. Not yet.

Theo thrusts into you. Your walls are dragging along the shaft of his cock. He’s filled you so completely, his tip bumps against your soft cervix, the vibrations adding to the electric tingles spreading throughout his flushed body. You’re sucking him in, pulling him further and further into your blistering warmth.

Your eyes flutter closed, and then the most sinful moan tumbles from your lips.

Theo shudders. He can’t hold back any longer, and he’s pounding into you forcefully at a dizzying speed. You’re writhing under him, bucking your hips up to match his rhythm. Your moans are growing louder, until you’re practically screaming his name.

While Theo doesn’t object to hearing your passionate screams, he doesn’t want you to catch the ire of the other omegas living on his estate, those who have yet to be chosen by him, those he passes over in favor of you. He shoves the closest item of clothing – his briefs – into your mouth.

“Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet.”

An embarrassed blush crosses your face, but you comply, clamping your teeth down onto the fabric. Theo loses it at the sight of his soiled underwear stuffed into your pouting mouth. You look positively erotic. Your flushed face. Your disheveled hair. Your breathless moans.

He quickens his pace, slamming into you at an inhuman speed. The sound of furious squelching fills the room. Theo’s reeling, a frenetic pressure building within him, building until he bursts, and he’s spilling into you with his seed, flooding you with wave after wave of his cum. You’re convulsing around his cock, milking every last drop of his release.

Theo doesn’t move, struggling to catch his breath. Finally, he cracks his eyes open, taking in how adorable you look with your eyes glazed over and your little mouth open in a small circle. He presses his lips to your forehead.

“My good, little Hondje.”

Your eyes slide into focus as they settle on Theo. “Did I please you, Master Theo?”

Theo smirks, nipping at the dark bruise he left earlier. “Very much so, little one.” Something dark flashes through his sky blue eyes. “But, you’re not done pleasing me yet.”

He knows he won’t be until you’re so full of him, you have no choice, but to carry his child.

[eventinelysplayground]

A Hundred and Fifty Pages

Kinktober Day 10: Cockwarming/ Face Fucking

Pairing: Leonardo x Female Reader

This was the first fic I actually put a conscious effort into making short mainly because it was the first one that jumped out at lending itself to a shorter fic. The ones I had finished or started before it were quite long and I realized I'd I don't make a conscious effort to shorten them they'd all end up long. This was also one of the first fics I had the idea for and finished fairly early on, think it was the fourth I finished. After he kept you waiting for his attention you decide to turn the tables on Leonardo and make him wait for you. This fic is NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 966.

“You’ve made your point cara mia."

“Really? I don't think I have.”

You purposely raised and lowered your hips ever so slightly when you spoke and Leonardo growled into your shoulder.

“Trust me you have.”

You were thankful he couldn't see the smile you wore.

“You're disturbing my reading, you know.”

You shuffled just the tiniest bit again, pretending to get more comfortable and you felt his breath hitch as his hard cock twitched inside you.

“Never mind the book!”

Your smile widened as you turned your page ignoring him just as he had done to you for days. Normally it never bothered you when Leonardo got so busy but normally he still paid attention to you. This time however he had gotten so absorbed in everything he was doing for everyone in town you had barely seen him for days.

You had really tried not to bother him but after almost a week your patience was drained and your need was reaching it's breaking point. The first night you were subtle about it but after that you tried anything you could think of, you even came in naked one night and he was so engrossed in what he was working on he still hadn't noticed two hours later. You left that night annoyed at once again having to satisfy yourself and so decided to teach him a lesson once he was finally paying attention to you again.

It only took another few days before Leonardo was at your bedroom door, which was all of fifteen minutes ago, flowers in hand apologizing to you. Of course he wanted to ‘fully make it up to you’ and at first your plan was just to deny him every time he asked and see how long before he cracked but just as you were about to turn him down you changed your mind.

You let him touch and kiss you as he stripped both your clothes off then just as he was about to carry you to bed you told him you had a better idea tonight. You led him over to your vanity and spun the chair around telling him to sit. He had a charming smile on his face and his eyes were filled with lust as he sat down. You climbed on top of him giving him a passionate kiss as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock but instead of riding him like he wanted and expected you locked his legs in place with yours and reached a hand behind him to the book you had been reading when he knocked and just want back to reading.

That's how you had ended up like this, you sitting mostly still on top of him and giddy with satisfaction at your brilliant plan, Leonardo growing more and more aroused and complaining about being denied. Whenever his protesting became too bad though you made sure to squirm or readjust yourself just a bit giving him the tiniest bit of sensation that he craved.

“You can wait until I'm done, I only have….”

You flipped through the remaining pages of your book pretending not to notice Leonardo's growl.

“About a hundred and fifty pages left.”

“A hundred and fifty! This is torture, you know that right?”

“And you know it will just take longer if you keep interrupting me right?”

“You sure you know what you're getting yourself into?”

“Uh huh, now shhh.”

“Alright then, as long as you're prepared.”

You kept reading and Leonardo made no further fuss. Occasionally he would run his hands along your curves or kiss you on the neck and every time he did you shivered reflexively and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. You guessed Leonardo was mentally counting the pages because as you got to the last few his hands grew bolder although they never drifted anywhere too sensitive. As soon as Leonardo heard you shut your book he wrapped his arms around you and stood up from the chair. You barely had time to tighten your hold around his neck before he had turned around and placed your ass down on the vanity all while his hard cock was still inside you.

His cock remained motionless inside you as his hands and lips began moving along your body once again. This time they didn't shy away from your sensitive areas. One of his hands grabbed your ass, the other rubbing against your clit while his mouth captured one of your nipples.

“Ahhh!”

You were quickly becoming wet and when his lips finally made it up to your neck you felt him drag his fangs along it. Even though he was careful not to pierce your flesh you felt that now familiar echo of the pleasure they could bring you and you grew even wetter. A low heat began to spread along your neck and you bucked your hips instinctively but just as you did so Leonardo's hands grabbed your waist and held you still.

“Leonardo…”

Your voice was pleading and when you saw him smirk you began to second guess yourself on how successful at teaching him a lesson this had been.

“You said you knew what you were getting yourself into cara mia but don't worry…”

Leonardo dragged his fangs down from your neck to the top of your breast where he stopped and sucked at your flesh as he began thrusting into you hard and fast.

“Nghh!”

“I'll make sure to give you plenty of pleasure as I fuck you all night long.”

Tag List: @queengiuliettafirstlady, @nightghoul381, @nani-nani-nani

Special Tag: @whatever-fanfics because I believe you had asked about a tag list in the past. Let me know if I was wrong.

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

Kinktober (2023)

𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓣𝔀𝓸 .ೃ꙳࿐ ℌ𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰- 𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔡, 𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭 (Ror)

𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 .ೃ꙳࿐ 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔰- 𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔰, 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 (Twist)

𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 .ೃ꙳࿐ ℨ𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔦- ℭ𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 (Genshin)

[fang-and-feather]

Day 1 - Leonardo x Reader - Prompt: Cowgirl Position

Day 2 - Sebastian x Reader - Prompt: Bitting/Marking

Day 3 - Comte x Reader - Prompt: Vanilla Sex

Day 4 - Charles x Reader - Prompt: Jealousy/Possessiveness

Day 5 - Comte x Reader x Leonardo - Prompt: Spit-Roasting

Day 25 - Jean x Napoleon x Reader - Prompt: Edging

[damekathearasi]

Ikemen Vampire - Mozart x Reader

Prompt Day 7: Sex in a Vehicle

Word count: 559

NSFW - MDNI

Warnings/Tags: Sex in a carriage, AFAB reader, Mention of possessiveness, Historically appropriate undergarments (open drawers)

Author's Note: Prompt from Visions of Temptation 2023, hosted by @xxsycamore. I don't write much or have much time to, so YOLO posting it before I can chicken out.

It was only about an hour and a half into a 5 hour carriage ride and you sighed because Mozart was practically losing his mind. The current section of road was not as well maintained as the roads near the city.

Mozart had asked you to come to help keep him calm during the carriage ride and distract him but everything you tried was to no avail.

After another 20 minutes of Mozart's fretting, you realized something that would absolutely be distracting if nothing else.

You began to rub him through his trousers. Gentle movements keeping a steady rhythm. "You can't be serious this isn't the time or place."

"I think this is the perfect time and place, besides didn't you say you wanted a distraction?" You slip your hand under his clothes to start stroking him directly, a moan escaping your lips when you feel how warm and hard his cock is already.

"This is hardly enough to be a distraction in my book." He pouts despite the flushing of his cheeks giving away his enjoyment.

You turn around and move to straddle his lap as you free his cock from the pants it threatens to tear. "I think you'll find plenty of distraction to be had here."

After giving him a few more strokes, you lift your skirts and petticoats as you move closer. You are for once thankful for 19th century open drawers and there open crotch design as you line him up with your entrance. Peeking at him through your lashes, you see the dawning realization on his face right before you slowly lower yourself taking him centimeter by centimeter.

The moan that comes out of you when he is fully sheathed inside you sounds so perverse and so divine all at once, making him twitch inside you.

You begin to move up and down with each bump. Letting the rocky road determine the pace at which you ride him. Slow first, then faster.

"Mmm… I could get used to this." He moans in your ear as he starts to navigate around your various layers and underthings to pinch and pull on your nipples.

As he works on your breasts with his hands, he kisses you with such a passion that you feel as though you might forget to breathe. As time goes on though, the bumps in the road have become intermittent. The drop in your pace as you mirrored the carriage's now less bumpy path, is just not enough for him though. "I want all of you and right now."

He flips the both of you around. Now you are lying on the seat as best as possible and Mozart was above you. He thrusts into you at a steady pace. His sense of rhythm never fails to take your breath away.

As he continued, it was like he was just pulling earth shattering orgasms from deep inside you. Telling you how good you are and how you are all his as he fucks you into the carriage seat.

You lose count of how many times you came, but when as you start to become exhausted, he bites your shoulder drowning you even more ecstasy as he came deep inside you.

"If this is how you'd like to distract me from now on, I might start to hate these carriage rides a bit less."

[natimiles]

Masterlist

Day 1. Bondage | Role Reversal — Isaac

Day 2. Pussy/Cock Worship | Roleplay — Isaac

Day 3. Face Sitting | Intercrural Sex — Mozart

Day 4. Food Play | Biting/Marking — Isaac

Day 5. Pussy/Cockdrunk | Double Penetration — Arthur&Isaac

Day 6. Voice Kink | Discipline/Punishment — Roger

Day 7. Size Kink | Blood Play — Roger

Day 8. Temperature Play | Rough Sex — Mozart

Day 9. Impact Play | Guided Masturbation — Roger

Day 10. Cockwarming | Face Fucking — Isaac

Day 11. Mirror Sex | Oral — Ring

Day 12. Voyeurism/Exhibitionism | Edging — Isaac

Day 13. Dirty Talk | Dacryphilia — Roger

Day 14. Overstimulation | Toys — Roger

Day 15. Predator/Prey | Degradation — Roger

Day 16. Pegging/Anal | First Time — Ring

Day 17. Breeding | Orgasm Denial — Isaac

Day 18. Praise Kink | A/B/O — Isaac

Day 19. Petplay | Blindfold — Isaac

Day 20. Body Worship | Daddy/Mommy Kink — Liam

Day 21. Begging | Sensation Play — Isaac

Day 22. Mutual Masturbation | Hate/Angry Sex

Day 23. Polyamory | Spitroasting

Day 24. Somnophilia | Against the Wall

Day 25. Non-Genital Orgasm | Multiple Orgasms

Day 26. Outdoors/Public | Breath Play

Day 27. Lingerie | Teasing

Day 28. Wax Play | Foreplay

Day 29. Shower/Bath | Gagging

Day 30. Jealous Sex | Window/Balcony

Day 31. Free Day!

Prompts from this list me, @/valkyyriia and @/candied-boys made

Crossposted on AO3 | Masterlists

[valkyyriia]

Day 3 - Take a Seat

Kinktober 2024 Prompt List | Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 1182 CW: Face Sitting, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Hands-Free Orgasm Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader Prompt(s): Face Sitting | Intercrural Sex

Notes: This is I think my least favorite of the ones I’ve written thus far.

MDNI under the cut.

“Are you absolutely positive? I don’t want to crush you,” you said, nervously shifting your weight. You were straddling Comte’s stomach, both of you completely nude. You had agreed to the idea originally, but now that you were so close to actually sitting on his face you were having second thoughts.

“Ma chérie,” Comte replied, his long fingers stroking the plush flesh of your thighs. “If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have asked. Besides,” he added, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. “I’m an immortal vampire. You need not worry about suffocating me. Even if I were to die, with your taste on my tongue, I would die a happy man.”

You shuddered at the naughtiness of his words combined with his gentle reassurance. His words went straight to your core.

“Now come here,” Comte murmured, his fingers digging into your thighs and pulling you towards his face. “Let me taste you.”

You complied, moving to where you were lightly hovering over his face. He licked an experimental stripe through your folds and you gasped.

He hummed, dissatisfied. You could feel his hot breath coming out in puffs against you. “I told you to sit on my face, chérie, not hover over top of it,” he chastised, pulling you down onto his lips. You groaned as his nose brushed against your clit. He resumed licking, his tongue eagerly lapping up the nectar flowing from within you. Comte’s fingers dug into your thighs, holding you against his face.

His tongue prodded at your sensitive entrance and you let out a moan, reflexively grinding yourself down on his face. Comte’s nose pressed insistently against your clit, sending tingles of pleasure up your spine. Your partner groaned in response, the vibrations heightening your pleasure even more. Your thighs started to shake and you moved to lift up off of him, concerned you were smothering him, but Comte’s grip on your legs was like iron. He continued his ministrations; if anything, he increased his pace, licking and sucking against your cunt with the fervor of a man starved.

The stimulation was too much and you involuntarily ground against his face again, eliciting another pleasured sound from Comte. You looked over your shoulder and were met with the sight of his hard cock laying flush against the ribbed muscles of his abdomen. Its tip was swollen red and leaking. You had the passing thought that Comte may have been enjoying this more than you were.

You had an idea. You experimentally ground yourself against the vampire’s face, on purpose this time, and Comte moaned into your pussy. You watched him over your shoulder, seeing his cock bob, smearing precome along his stomach. Your core clenched on his tongue and you could swear you heard him growl into your pussy. Comte’s fingers were digging into your thighs so hard you were certain you’d have bruises in the morning.

That was it for you.

Your eyes fell shut and you came hard, driving yourself against his mouth. You rode his face, each wave of pleasure sending you crashing harshly into him. Comte eagerly lapped up everything you had to give and was practically begging for more with the way his tongue probed inside of you. The sounds coming from his mouth were utterly sinful.

Finally you tried to lift yourself off of his face, but Comte maintained his grip on your legs. His lips glided upwards, causing you to shudder as his nose brushed lightly against your clit. He sealed his lips around the sensitive bud at the apex of your thighs and he sucked hard, nearly causing you to see stars due to the overstimulation.

“It’s too much,” you whimpered, your thighs flexing and straining instinctually against his grip, but you knew better than to really fight him. After all, he was a vampire; you were just the poor human he had fallen in love with.

Comte got his way more often than not when it came to the things he tried to give you; be it clothing, material items, or the unfathomable pleasure a centuries-old vampire was able to provide.

Unable to move your overstimulated pussy away from his lips, you were forced to just sit there as he licked and sucked at your clit. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to come crashing over you, a keening cry coming from your throat. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and you shook.

Comte’s voice followed yours, albeit muffled by your pussy, and he lapped at your folds until you were writhing and shuddering against his face.

The vampire finally released your legs and you lifted yourself from his face, collapsing onto your back beside him. Both of your chests were heaving. You noticed with embarrassment the clear sheen coating his face as he licked his lips in satisfaction. Averting your gaze, your eyes trailed down his chest and noted the puddle of come coating his stomach, flooding the defined valleys between his abdominals, his cock still bobbing reflexively.

That sight was almost enough to make you want more.

Almost.

Comte laughed breathlessly. “See? I told you it would be fun,” he chuckled, reaching over to your bedside table and grabbing the towel you had left there earlier. He wiped himself down before reaching over and gently doing the same to you. You hissed and started slightly when he brushed against you. “Sorry,” he apologized, tossing the towel across the room. A problem for later.

Comte wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to him. You practically melted against him, your head against his chest, his steady heartbeat pounding in your ear. His fingers were lightly running up and down your arm in a clear contrast to the bruising grip he had on you not ten minutes prior.

“Was it too much?" Comte asked, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You sighed and snuggled closer.

“Maybe,” you replied. “But I’d be okay with doing it again.”

Comte hummed. “I’m sorry for being so rough with you, chérie,” he apologized. “I always want to be kind and considerate towards you, but…”

You gently kissed his chest. “Mmm, it was a lot, but not a bad thing,” you said with a yawn. “I like it when you leave marks on me.”

Comte blinked and mentally filed that bit of information away for later. He chuckled again. “I’ll tell Sebastian you’re ill in the morning, so he doesn’t go looking for you. I imagine you’ll be quite sore. You can rest in bed.” He pulled you closer and brought the blankets over you both.

“Bonne nuit, mon amour,” Comte murmured. “Je t’aime.”

When Comte told him of your mysterious illness in the morning, Sebastian sighed.

What was the point in bringing you on as a housekeeper if you were always too ‘sick’ to do any work?

Oh well. Maybe you’d be back tomorrow.

He wasn’t counting on it.

Dividers by @/natimiles

Taglist: @natimiles @queengiuliettafirstlady @candiedcoffeedrops @goddesswitchmother @candied-boys

@fang-and-feather @faustianfascination @villain-hotline

[faustianfascination]

feeling not thinking

Kinktober 5. Pussy/Cockdrunk | Double Penetration

Words: 1328 Pairing: Faust/Charles/Vlad x OC (ikemen vampire) Tags: NSFW! MDNI! double penetration, group sex, biting, voyeurism, oral sex, AFAB reader

Note: So, this was ment to go up yesterday but life happened so today it is then

The rain was still pelting against the castle windows, creating a gentle patter echoing through Vlad's room.

Charles's lips worked up and down Persephone's neck, one hand holding her hip while the other played with her breast as he thrust slowly in from behind into her kneeling form, back pressed against his chest as she moaned from his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot. Even the canopies of Vlad's bed did little to stop the sound echoing off the stone walls; the owner of the bed reclined regally against the pillows watching them with burning eyes, his hand pumping his own cock lazily. Faust's eyes were also on them, his fangs peeking out from his lips as his desire to bite her again began to win out.

To think, this all began with a rain storm. Persephone ended up stranded at the castle as the storm picked up intensity, Charles had offered to make dinner and the pair joined by Faust had ended up cosy by the fire enjoying some wine, each others company and some lighthearted flirtation. The turn came when Faust had pulled her onto his lap and began seducing her in earnest and it didn't take long for it to escalate.

Vlad had entered only to be greeted by the sight of Persephone's naked body; hands bound and around Faust's neck as he held her legs open, playing with her breasts as Charles' mouth was buried in her pussy. She looked very pretty like that, even more so when she noticed him and embarrassment caused her to try and hide. Too bad Faust and Charles and no intention of letting her hide from anyone's gaze. Vlad descended on her too, sealing away her protests with his lips. In a movement so quick it felt impossible she was in his arms like a princess as he casually mentioned that his room had the biggest bed. The other two vampires following close behind in various states of undress.

The storm raged outside, thunder and lightning drowned out by wanton moans, creaking wood and the erotic squelch of her hole being filled over and over. Her body was now glazed in a mix of sweat, bites and semen from the three men taking turns fucking her, the lingering taste of skin and seed in her mouth. Even with her dancer's stamina she was getting towards her limit but she felt incredible, every nerve sensitised and explored by skilful hands and lips. Each of them had their own quirks. Charles luxuriating in making her body sing for him with teasing light touches and reverence, sending her to realms of over stimulation. Faust was forceful and dominant bullying pleasure out of her in a way that left fine bruises all over her hips. Never scared of sinking his fangs into her flesh. Vlad was beguiling making her serve him, ride him like he's a king to be rewarded with praises and blissful pleasure. Even the ache in her muscles felt delicious thanks to their attention.

The murmuring of French into her skin brought her back to the present as he slowed his movements to stretch out the pleasure he wanted to make her feel. She locked eyes with Faust, his hypnotic hazel eyes entrancing her again as she saw his sadism flash before he rose up again and brought himself up to the pair. Holding her jaw firm as he kissed her again, his cock pressing against the front of her cunt, adding a welcome pressure on her clit as Charles thrust, making her flutter. Charles' resulting moan evidence of the increased stimulation, made Faust chuckle

"Think you could manage both of us?" his voice huskier than usual. If she weren't so cock drunk fear would probably have crept in, none of them were small. However, she was feral right now, her mind only on feeling not thinking

"I've never tried, but I'd like to" her breathy voice giving him the confirmation he needed. Charles stilled his movement, bringing his lips to her other ear

"Sure princess?" Charles' voice laced with both reassurance and worry, both his hands gently massaging her hips.

"Yes" her voice definitive, her body was soft and pliant after hours of being their enthusiastic plaything and despite her dwindling strength she wanted more, to feel more. She wound one arm around Faust's neck and the other around Charles' letting her fingers explore their soft hair, running her nails along their scalps as Charles drew out of her, leaving only the tip as Faust slid his cock along her folds to meet where her and Charles were joined. The extra friction was already incredible, but the feeling as Faust slowly pushed in was intense like nothing else. The stretch was still uncomfortable but the two men sandwiched her between them, holding her body as she let her head roll back at the intrusion. Slowly, inch by inch they filled her, every vein, every ridge of their cock's sent jolts of pleasure through her body rendering her unable to do anything but pant, tears falling from her eyes. They stayed still to let her adjust, touching every part of her, every good spot and finally after relishing the fullness she gave a nod and they began pumping into her. They moved smoothly at first, falling into a perfect rhythm Charles pulling out as Faust pushed in, never leaving her empty. They began to speed up, making her body tremble and hips jerk as another climax began building, her walls squeezing them tight making all of them moan and pant at the overwhelming sensations. A finger playing with her apex stoked the fire even more, making her clench and push herself onto them as they stilled enjoying the sensation of her pussy massaging their cocks. Both of the men gripping her tighter, fighting the urge to fuck her harder.

"How are you feeling?" Faust asked with a strain in his voice, he'd been holding himself in check as not to hurt her, he could see Charles biting his lips struggling with the same desire

"fu-fuck i've never felt full, so good" her breathless moan into his shoulder paired with her gently rocking her hips on them to keep the sensations building, she felt like she was burning in the best way. Faust and Charles began to run their noses along her shoulders on either side, nuzzling the juncture between them and her neck, a tell tale sign of them getting ready to bite paired with the increase in speed as they started thrusting harder than before. Then came the bites, two of them at once as they pounded her, her body thrown into an orgasm that felt like it would never end. Just as it began to subside it picked up again, squirting all over them as they rode her through it, all the energy left her body as she relied on how they caged her between them to keep her up right. Her head came to rest on Faust's shoulder, her weary eyes catching Vlad's as his beautiful red eyes watched her be fucked by the vampires he'd sired, a serene and mesmerising smile on his face. Shifting only when he closed his eyes to enjoy his own climax.

She could feel both Charles and Faust twitching in her, their movements becoming more jagged as they began falling into their own pits of pleasure. They pulled out together, her cunt being painted in their warm come and their near growls into her neck giving her a final sensations before they let her limp body fall into the soft sheets.

She was too worn out to open her eyes as she felt someone pull her into the bed and wrap her in warmth. Her head came to lay on Vlad's chest, as Faust curled up behind her gently rubbing circles over her hips, Charles holding her free hand so he didn't miss out on her warmth. They chatted amongst themselves as she drifted off into a deep much needed rest as the storm eased off outside.

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 12

AND WE'RE BACK FOR A FOURTH TIME. It's that lovely time of the year where I write mediocre smut with no plot for a whole month. So sit your ass down and take a few minutes to read some smut.

As always, kinktober is held by our local Napoleon simp, @xxsycamore

If you'd like to read the last three years, go here

Remember to reblog and tell me what you think

First Time | Role Reversal

Your shirt gets pushed up, exposing your chest. His lips on your neck, covering it in kisses. You moan and squirm under his touch. His knee pushes past your thighs.

"Faust," your hips grind against his leg while you moan. His fangs drag against your skin, ready to bite you.

Faust's hands wrap under you to unhook your bra. Once it is loose his hands push under, groping you.

"F-Faust," you gasp. Your hands are on his chest, lightly pushing, trying to give him a hint. Either he doesn't get it or he doesn't notice. He squeezes your boobs more, pinching your nipple. He nibbles your neck as if warning you he's going to bite.

"Johann!" you push yourself up. He finally realizes you were trying to get his attention and sit up.

"What's wrong?"

Your bra is already mostly off so you pull down your shirt and take it the rest of the way off.

"Well?"

You pause for a moment. "I-I've never had sex," you say softly as if you're embarrassed. You do all this teasing but you really have no experience.

"That's all?" he scoffs. "I thought you were going to say something important."

You huff at him.

He grabs you by the chin to make you look at him. He has a smirk on his face. "Are you saving yourself for marriage? Because I can arrange that."

You blush hard. "N-no! It's not that," you push yourself out of his grip but he only grabs you again and gets closer.

"Then tell me. Just never found the right one?"

"B-basically, yes. I never wanted to with any other guy," your voice stays soft. You want to have sex with him, but now you aren't quite sure how to word it.

"What about me," his thumb drags across your bottom lip. "Am I the right one," his voice gets lower, and he gets closer to your face as if he's going to kiss you.

You think for a moment. You can't hesitate too long, but you don't want to answer too quickly. Don't want it to sound like he's convincing you but you also don't want to sound desperate.

"You are," you lean in and kiss him. Your hands start to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. "I want to have sex with you."

The moment those words are out of your mouth he pushes you back onto the bed. He gets his shirt off, tossing it to the side and goes right back to where he left off, kissing your neck.

Faust lifts up your shirt again, squeezing your bare chest. Your moans only get him to squeeze rougher.

"I'll try to be a little less rough with you."

After teasing you for a moment he sits back and grabs the waist band of your skirt. "Lift your hips."

You do as he says and he pulls it down, along with your underwear. Your legs immediately shut, starting to get embarrassed.

Faust gets up and gets his pants off. "Don't get shy now."

You can't help but stare at him. The last thing he takes off are his glasses. He sets them on his desk before getting back on the bed. With his hands gripping your thighs, he forces your legs open, putting himself between them.

You're trying not to cover your face with your hands.

"First let's see how wet you are."

A finger slides into you, then another is added. You've been fingered before, that's nothing new, but anything more than two fingers hasn't happened.

You're breathing hitches and your hips buck up.

"I would have guessed you've been waiting for this all day with how you're dripping."

"Johann.." you get embarrassed again. His fingers pull out and you feel his tip pressing against you.

He holds your hips, keeping you flat on the bed. "I can't wait to fill you up."

He smirks and then slowly pushes himself into you. He gets just his tip in and it gets you moaning. He pushes a little more getting about halfway. You can feel yourself stretching around him. It feels like he shouldn't be able to fit.

You bite your lip and hold onto the pillow under your as he keeps pushing himself in. You start whimpering and squirming.

"Th-that's enough!" You gasp. You have no clue how much of him is left but you don't think you can take much more.

"Not bad. I'm sure after a while you'll be able to take more," he smirks and leans over, grabbing your hands to pin them to the side of your head. He kisses you, breaking it just as he starts to thrust into you, wanting to hear you moan.

He does his best to hold himself back from thrusting all the way in. He may want to be rough with you, but he doesn't want to hurt you. Not during your first time that is.

Your fingers dig into the back of his hand as his thrusts get faster.

"With how well you're taking me I wouldn't think it was your first time," he growls in your ear, pushing your hands harder into the bed.

One of your legs wraps around him, keeping him close. You whimper and squirm, feeling overstimulated.

"Stay still or I'm going to end up going deeper," he knew this was already a lot for you, but he so badly wanted to slam all the way into you and hear you scream. He would love to see tears roll down your face as he stretched you too soon.

You try to stop moving and just hold his hands tighter. You bite your lip, but the moment you do he lets go of your hand and pinches your nipple, immediately causing you to yelp.

"Louder for me~"

Faust drags his tongue across your neck, finding the right spot, and when he does, he sinks his fangs into you.

Your body jerks for a moment, tensing up, feeling a wave of pleasure and relief. Faust slows his thrusts into a stop as he drinks from you.

You pant between your moans, your chest heaving. Faust finally pulls away from your neck, a bit of blood on his lips.

"Seems like you enjoyed that," he chuckles, still able to feel your legs shaking.

"We...we can keep going un-until you finish."

"I don't think you can last that long. But we can try."

[malachiexists13]

Hi, hello. I'm attempting Kinktober again this year but I couldn't find any lists that I wanted to use. So I made my own by looking at other lists on Google. I'm sharing the list here if anyone else wants to use it-- there's at least three prompts per day so you can pick and choose. Some prompts can be read as being repeats from other days but honestly, it's up to you how you interpret this list.

For anyone who can't see the images/read my handwriting (yes I handwrote this):

DAY 1: Porn Actors AU || Anonymous Sex || One Night Stand

DAY 2: Handjobs || Fingering || Piercings

DAY 3: Orgasm Control || Squirting || Cumming Early (Premature)

DAY 4: Make-Up Sex || Mirror Sex || Bondage

DAY 5: Phone Sex || Guided Touching || Rough Sex

DAY 6: Against A Wall || Sixty-Nine || Creampie

DAY 7: Sensory Deprivation || Sex Toys || Breath Play

DAY 8: Workplace Sex || Car Sex || Desk/Office Sex

DAY 9: Choking || Dacryphilia || Hate Sex

DAY 10: Accidental Stimulation || Humiliation || Clothes On

DAY 11: Wet Dreams || Sexual Fantasy || Femdom

DAY 12: First Time/s || Role Reversal || Dirty Talk

DAY 13: Striptease || Fetish Clothing || Lingerie

DAY 14: Discipline/Punishment || Praise/Degradation || Teasing

DAY 15: Bathroom Sex || Public /Outdoor Sex || Hair-Pulling

DAY 16: Pregnancy Sex || Overstimulation || Lap Dance

DAY 17: Spanking || Roleplay || Blood

DAY 18: Dry Humping || Aphrodisiacs || Intoxication

DAY 19: Begging || Crossdressing || Stomach Bulge

DAY 20: Infidelity/Cuckolding || Threesome || Cunnilingus

DAY 21: Anal/Pegging || Size Difference || Shower/Bath Sex

DAY 22: Breeding || Heats/Ruts || Thigh-riding

DAY 23: Strap-On || Cum Dump || Knotting

DAY 24: Facesitting || Deepthroating || Masturbation

DAY 25: Exhibitionism || Getting Caught || Voyeurism

DAY 26: Double Penetration || Orgy || Switching Partners

DAY 27: Casual Sex/FWB || Monsterfucking || Daddy Kink

DAY 28: Biting/Marking || Jealousy || Possessiveness

DAY 29: Mommy Kink || Blowjob || Blindfolds/Restraints

DAY 30: Cockwarming || Somnophilia || Foreplay/Aftercare

DAY 31: Worship || Sub/Dom || Vanilla Sex || Free Space

As for the requests side and what I plan on doing... Call me ambitious, but I'm willing to write up to two oneshots per day-- different or the same prompt of course. My plan is to write one that I come up with myself, and then write one request. These oneshots will probably end up varying in length though for the sake of my own sanity.

I am going to make a masterlist of sorts to keep track of these oneshots and what prompts I'll be doing-- So here's a second list that I'll be editing to show what prompts I've done, which were requested, and which I will not/didn't do. I'll update this list as soon as the masterlist is done and I start writing. The ones that are crossed out in red are ones that I just won't be doing or accepting requests for.

For anyone who can't see the images/read my handwriting (yes I handwrote this):

DAY 1: Porn Actors AU || Anonymous Sex || One Night Stand

DAY 2: Handjobs || Fingering || Piercings

DAY 3: Orgasm Control || Squirting || Cumming Early (Premature)

DAY 4: Make-Up Sex || Mirror Sex || Bondage

DAY 5: Phone Sex || Guided Touching || Rough Sex

DAY 6: Against A Wall || Sixty-Nine || Creampie

DAY 7: Sensory Deprivation || Sex Toys || Breath Play

DAY 8: Workplace Sex || Car Sex || Desk/Office Sex

DAY 9: Choking || Dacryphilia || Hate Sex

DAY 10: Accidental Stimulation || Humiliation || Clothes On

DAY 11: Wet Dreams || Sexual Fantasy || Femdom

DAY 12: First Time/s || Role Reversal || Dirty Talk

DAY 13: Striptease || Fetish Clothing || Lingerie

DAY 14: Discipline/Punishment || Praise/Degradation || Teasing

DAY 15: Bathroom Sex || Public /Outdoor Sex || Hair-Pulling

DAY 16: Pregnancy Sex || Overstimulation || Lap Dance

DAY 17: Spanking || Roleplay || Blood

DAY 18: Dry Humping || Aphrodisiacs || Intoxication

DAY 19: Begging || Crossdressing || Stomach Bulge

DAY 20: Infidelity/Cuckolding || Threesome || Cunnilingus

DAY 21: Anal/Pegging || Size Difference || Shower/Bath Sex

DAY 22: Breeding || Heats/Ruts || Thigh-riding

DAY 23: Strap-On || Cum Dump || Knotting

DAY 24: Facesitting || Deepthroating || Masturbation

DAY 25: Exhibitionism || Getting Caught || Voyeurism

DAY 26: Double Penetration || Orgy || Switching Partners

DAY 27: Casual Sex/FWB || Monsterfucking || Daddy Kink

DAY 28: Biting/Marking || Jealousy || Possessiveness

DAY 29: Mommy Kink || Blowjob || Blindfolds/Restraints

DAY 30: Cockwarming || Somnophilia || Foreplay/Aftercare

DAY 31: Worship || Sub/Dom || Vanilla Sex || Free Space

As for what characters I'll write for...

[OBEY ME] Lucifer || Leviathan || Belphegor || Solomon || Barbatos

[IKESEN] Mitsuhide Akechi || Mitsunari Ishida || Ranmaru Mori || Kanetsugu Naoe || Kenshin Uesugi || Kicho

[IKEVAMP] Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart || Comte de Saint-Germain || Sebastian || Johann Georg Faust

[IKEPRI] Chevalier Michel || Licht Klein || Gilbert von Obsidian

[IKEVIL] William Rex || Ellis Twilight || Elbert Greetia

[GENSHIN IMPACT] Aether || Venti || Zhongli || Albedo || Xiao || Kaedehara Kazuha || Thoma || Gorou || Shikanoin Heizou || Tighnari || Cyno || Wanderer/Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche || Alhaitham || Kaveh || Lyney || Freminet || Neuvillette || Wriothesley || Kinich

[DEMON SLAYER] Giyuu Tomioka || Obanai Iguro || Michikatsu Tsugikuni || Yoriichi Tsugikuni

[JUJUTSU KAISEN] Choso Kamo

Reminder that just because Kinktober's list of characters is shorter than my regular guidelines, my guideline rules still apply!! You can request extra plot details alongside the kink but for the love of God, nothing remotely incestuous. No stepcest, no sibling x reader x sibling (this applies to Mitsuhide and Kicho too, sorry), and no Scaracest. And no non-con, of course. Just don't be creepy or weird, I guess.

Also reader can be AFAB or AMAB, and can use she/her, he/him, or they/them pronouns. I'm fine writing any.

To submit a request, just send it to my inbox. If you have questions, feel free to leave a comment or my DMs are open.

[missaengg]

Indecently Dreaming Of You

Day 11 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Villains | Jude Jazza x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, wet dream, sexual fantasy, nipple play, fingering, piv sex, multiple orgasms, some degradation if you squint, pwp Prompts: Wet Dreams/Sexual Fantasy | “Go on, put it in yourself.” ao3 link here.

Crown Castle was surprisingly empty, which was unusual given that a member or two were always lurking about during the day, especially on the weekends – mostly Victor who always seemed to be present or Roger who was always working on some experiment – but today, the large castle was blissfully quiet.

You made your way to the parlor, your latest novel – a torrid romantic fantasy – in hand, one you generally kept hidden in your room, one if any of the castle’s occupants caught you reading would end with you dying of embarrassment.

Today, however, you felt safe reading it in the sunlit window you loved in the parlor as the only occupant in the castle, and with a delighted hum, you entered the peaceful parlor stroking the book in your hands. Last night you had gotten to the part where the tragic hero, a tortured vampire, rescued the damsel in distress, a woman with a heart of gold, and he was finally on the verge of giving in to his passion after pages of thick sexual tension.

“Tch.. can’t ya see I’m readin’ here?”

Shrieking, you jumped, heart pounding furiously in your chest, fumbling to hide your book behind your back. Turning to the speaker, your eyes widened, squeaking in surprise. “Ju–Jude?!”

Because in the very bay window you hoped to occupy sat Jude, nonchalantly draped on the cushion, cigarette in one hand, a dry looking tome of a book in the other propped up by his knees. You gripped the novel in your hands tighter, pressing it closer into the folds of your skirt. When you roamed about the castle earlier, you hadn’t seen a hint of anyone, let alone the languid Crown member in the room.

“If ya got eyes, then ya know to get the hell outta here.” 

Jude didn’t look up from his reading, but you didn’t need to see his face to know he was feeling irritated with your presence. You turned to go, but you hesitated, eyeing the velvet couch in the center of the room. It was late afternoon when the sun was at its most gentle warmest, your room at its most stuffiest, and the couch looked so plush… You snuck a peek at the pre-occupied man who was currently paying you no attention, and wanting nothing more than to sink into the velvet cushions, you strode over to the couch. The parlor was designed to hold multiple occupants and plenty large enough for the both of you to read quietly without acknowledging the other’s presence.

“Oi.”

You looked in Jude’s direction whose amethyst eyes were glaring at you with displeasure.

“Ya deaf? I said get outta here.”

Holding his glare, you defiantly settled yourself on the couch until you were perched against the armrest with your legs stretched out along the couch length. “I’ll read quietly.”

Jude clicked his tongue and sighed, a huffy, impatient sigh, but returned his attention to his boring, complex book.

You exhaled slowly. It wasn’t that Jude scared you, but he was rather imposing, and he had this way of pinning you with his intense glares, much like how you imagined a wolf would pin down a defenseless rabbit. Absolutely certain his attention was most definitely off of you and would remain off of you, you relaxed into the heavenly soft cushions, cracking your book open to where you had left off the night before.

Just as you expected, it was delicious. The male love interest, Silvio, had vowed to never love again after being betrayed by his love in the past, but had reluctantly fallen for the main female lead, Emma, who helped him heal in her kindness, and despite trying his damndest to push her away, her love prevailed. Silvio had Emma in his arms, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, his passion overtaking him. He slowly undid the buttons on the back of her dress, never once letting her go, and as her dress fell off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Emma stood before Silvio, naked and exposed. Silvio’s eyes darkened, and his hands trailed down her back, one grazing Emma’s leg, fingers teasingly running up her inner thigh, reaching for the sweet honey that–

“Ya read this crap?”

You jumped for the second time that afternoon, although thankfully, you didn’t shriek like a fool this time around. Whipping your head to the side, you startled at Jude’s leering face peering at the book in your hands from over your shoulder, a sadistic grin playing on his lips. 

God damn it. How did you not hear him move across the room?

You blushed. Of all the people to be caught by, Jude honestly had to be one of the worst because it was highly unlikely he would let this go, at least not until he tortured you into the darkest depths of humiliation.

“Ain’t that some lewd shit?” He glittered wickedly at you. “This what yer into, princess?”

You groaned, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in your hands, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how affected you were by him in this given moment.

“What’s wrong with reading ‘this shit?” you pushed back.

“Nothin’.” Jude leaned in closer. “Expected nothin’ else from an indecent woman like ya.”

His face was so close to yours, his nose, a mere inch or so from brushing against your cheek. You could feel the heat of his body on yours, and suddenly, the room felt stifling and sweltering, as if the sun burned instead of glowing through the large windows.

“Clearly I’m not the only one if you’re familiar,” you spat, attempting to mask the strange tightening sensation in your chest and your rapidly rising heartbeat.

The look Jude was giving you was frighteningly predatory, his eyes flashing with a devilish heat. You gulped, his intensity robbing you of your ability to breathe. His eyes lazily trailed from you back to the book in your shaking hands.

“Yer at the part where he finally gives in to his desires, are ya?”

You blinked, several times in rapid succession. How would he know that unless he… “Did you really read this?!” Jude read a lot of things, but this… you never expected him to read fantasy let alone romance. 

“Wouldn’t ya like to know, princess.”

God, you wished you could slap that infuriating smirk off his face… or maybe kiss it. 

You flushed. Where the hell did that come from?!

Your body’s state of discomfort didn’t go unnoticed by the devil of a man teasing you.

“Ya want me to show ya what happens next?”

You felt the flush on your face spread, creeping further down your neck and disappearing into your blouse. You swallowed thickly as you watched Jude follow the bright red of your skin disappear into your clothes, and the temperature of the room increased by a few more degrees. 

Why was it so damn hot?

“No, I’m quite alright.”

Why was your voice pitching an octave higher?!

“Ya sure? If ya dream about such… lewd things, I can make it happen for ya.”

Something in your brain short-circuited when his slender finger began tracing along your collarbone and down your sternum. His finger was feather-light against your body, but the way your body fluttered from his touch felt so shamefully good, you didn’t want him to stop.

“That’s… that’s not necessary,” you hoarsely retorted, kicking yourself internally when your voice cracked.

Jude’s finger stilled, and pulling away, he straightened back into an upright position. “That’s yer choice then? Suit yerself.” He shrugged, placing his hands in his pockets. 

You faltered. The sudden loss of his proximity felt enraging. There was a fire smoldering within you, all caused by him, and he was just walking away. You gaped at his back, oscillating between wanting to hold onto your pride and wanting him to come back and finish what he started. You watched Jude move further and further away until he reached the entrance to the parlor.

“Wait!”

You grimaced at how quickly you folded and how flustered you were at his teasing, but… the sudden absence of him felt hollow… and you wanted to know how the book went… in person, demonstrated by Jude’s own slender hands.

Jude paused.

You licked your lips, feeling parched at what you were about to say next.

“What happens next?”

That piqued Jude’s interest, and he turned to face you. You couldn’t quite read the expression on his face, and he remained silent, scrutinizing you.

“Ya really wanna know?”

“Yes.”

He held your gaze, something dark and stormy brewing on his brows. He took a menacing step forward.

“Ya want me to show ya?”

“Yes...”

Jude crossed the distance back to where you sat, keeping his eyes trained on yours, and then he smirked, the devilish grin back again, teasing you.

“No turnin’ back now, princess.”

“No…”

Jude reached down, crashing his thin lips against yours. You hungrily pushed back, the fire blazing into an inferno. He pulled back, lightly panting, a thumb roughly swiping against your bottom lip.

“Where’d ya leave off? Where Silvio takes off her dress?”

You nodded. Jude pulled on the ribbon holding the collar together, pulling it down your shoulders. You closed your eyes, biting down the sensual moan building in your throat as he trailed feverish kisses down your neck and shoulders. His hands deftly undid the buttons along your back, each graze of his fingers on your skin leaving behind a tingling buzz. Soon your blouse was off and tossed to the side.

“Heh… it goes down just as deep as I figured…” You heard Jude delightfully mutter to himself eyeing the pink flush covering your torso.

“Jude,” you whined, drawing out the vowel in his name. “Give me a minute, princess. Let me look at ya.”

You knew you turned even redder at his statement, feeling vulnerable at the way his burning eyes raked over your naked flesh, admiring how deep the flush had crept down. Inhaling sharply, he brought his mouth down to your breast, taking one pert peak into his mouth, biting down and soothing it with his tongue.

You gasped, the sensation of him on your breast even better than you could have imagined – not that you imagined it, except maybe once or twice when alone in your room reading that stupid novel… definitely not because Silvio reminded you of a fiery version of Jude…

“Gotta get yer skirt off.”

He moved to unbutton your skirt, and you pushed your hips off the couch so he could yank both your skirt and your underwear down your legs and carelessly discard them to the floor, all while still taunting you with his skillful tongue. You briefly wondered in your dizzy, pleasure-riddled mind where he had learned to be so skilled with his mouth, wondering if it was learned from his smoking addiction, but that didn’t seem to make much sense at all.

“Jude… what– what does Silvio do next?”

You could barely get your question out, so breathless and enraptured in the way his mouth was playing with you, the ripples of rapture you were feeling from his tongue alone coursing down to your belly.

“Heh… I’ll show ya.” Jude rolled your sensitive peak between his teeth, trailing up your bare leg, stroking your inner thigh dangerously close to where your arousal pooled. “He strokes her… here.”

His fingers brushed along your folds, coating themselves in your slick desire, lightly pressing on the sweet nub sitting at the top of your slit. You arched your back, a strangled moan escaping you, unable to hold back the vocal expressions of your gratification any longer.

“Ya liked that, didja? Ya nasty woman.”

His glee at your writhing from his provocation was clearly evident in the pleased tone of his voice. You knew you should be upset, the way you normally would when he called you names, but something about his taunting was only adding to the torrential mix of him, his touch, his voice, his scent.

“What… Ngh…” Your hips jerked sharply as his finger circled firmly above your slit yet again. “What… Jude, what does… haah… Silvio do next?”

“This.” 

Jude unceremoniously plunged two of his fingers inside you. The most animalistic guttural groan ripped out of you, surprising not just Jude, but also yourself. You couldn’t ever recall when you made such a primal noise before in your life, but the sensation of him inside of you was unholy, curling against a part of you that you didn’t even know existed, but had you violently arching your back at the white hot flash before your eyes.

“God damn, princess.” 

You heard Jude bite out as you clamped down on his fingers, lewd whimpers tumbling from your lips. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t had any experience, but nothing… nothing… like this. You were on fire, and he hadn’t even fully touched you yet.

“And then?” you barely rasped out, breathing erratically shallow, disoriented and dizzy from the onslaught of his fingers inside of you and his thumb pressing your clit. 

“Eager, princess?” Jude teased, but there was less of a taunt and more of a feral growl in the way he replied. 

“Jude,” you pitifully whined, bucking wildly against his palm, trying your hardest to keep up with how quickly his fingers were pumping in and out of you. The coil in your belly was taut, ready to snap at any moment.

“He uses his mouth.”

The sudden absence of his fingers snapped you back to reality, but your reprieve was short-lived because the next thing you knew, Jude was between your legs and hauling you towards his face by the bruising grip he had on your hips. Settling his mouth on you, he ran his tongue up your slit.

Your breath hitched.

Oh sweet heavens.

You threw your head back, grasping the soft cushions below you in a vice grip as Jude ravaged you, holding you in place, digging his fingertips into your supple flesh. He explored every inch of you with his mouth, feasting on you like a man starved, the coil in your belly only growing tighter and tighter.

He nudged his mouth up higher and sucked down hard.

“Jude!”

The coil snapped. You saw stars as shudder after shudder of ecstasy overtook you in waves, mind devoid of any thoughts save for the intense pleasure running through you and the sensation of Jude continuing to mouth you through your tremors.

“Don’t think that happened in the book,” Jude snickered, using his sleeve to wipe your essence off his mouth and chin.

“And.. and then?” you asked weakly, laying there dazed, staring at the ceiling and thinking that this couldn’t possibly be the end.

“And then…” 

The sound of rustling had you craning your head to see Jude at long fucking last removing every piece of clothing until he was just as exposed as you, his dick standing at attention. You marveled at how it was just like him, tall, sinewy, thicker than it looked, maybe even slightly irritated with a permanent scowl on its face. You wondered how it would feel in your mouth. In you.

Jude sat back on the other end of the couch, legs spread open. “Go on, put it in yerself.” He arched an eyebrow, a corner of his mouth flicking upwards, that smug smirk you wanted to slap – or was it kiss now – daring you to come closer.

You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, ignoring the damp spot forming beneath you staining the velvet below. “We’re not following the book anymore, are we?”

“Very perceptive of ya, princess. So, ya gonna come here or not?” Jude patted his lap, mocking you with that shit-eating smirk of his.

You glowered at him, but your gaze fell back to his lap, and you felt yourself move, crawling towards him on all fours, fully aware you were giving him a show based on the scandalous look on his face. He leaned back even further into the cushions, resting both his arms along the top of the couch, spread out and proudly on display.

Cocky bastard.

Sweetly smiling at the infuriatingly smug man in front of you, you rose on your knees, and straddling his lap, feeling emboldened, you kissed him furiously, guiding him into position. Without breaking the kiss, you sank down, hard, burying him to the hilt.

Jude choked on his own breath.

Oh. You grinned villainously into his mouth. He wasn’t expecting that.

You ground against him wanting to provoke him for taunting you mercilessly, relishing each choked groan he uttered. You squeezed your thighs, intentionally clenching around him as you pushed yourself up, preparing to slide down agonizingly slowly, to tease him for a change. 

Smug, arrogant, sadistic, fucking sexy jerk.

Jude snapped, thrusting into you without abandon, the tip of him ramming into your cervix. You exhaled sharply, the pain radiating from your center not wholly unwelcome, your vision flashing white. Jude flipped you onto your back during your dazed confusion, and he slammed into you repeatedly.

“Then, princess,” he grunted, brutally jerking his hips into you, a primal frenzy overtaking him, “they fucked.”

He moved against you with such force you could only cling to him. Seeking the tiniest bit of respite, you wrapped your legs around him, accidentally pulling him deeper into you, causing Jude to growl ferociously and only increase his frenzied pace.

You were trembling. For the second time, Jude had you seeing stars, writhing from the unbearable pleasure building deep in you. You didn’t want him to stop, desperate for him to make you cum, to make you quake and shiver and quiver, to make you unravel in the throes of passion, to come undone by his hand.

“Hah.. princess, yer so tight.”

Jude’s groans were right in your ear, his voice vibrating through his body into yours. A thrilling ecstasy was overtaking you, heading towards an explosive peak only he could bring you to, building, building, building until–

“Oi.”

A nudge.

“Oi!”

You cracked open an eye, wincing as the bright sunlight invaded your vision. 

“Oi, princess, wake up.”

Your eyes fluttered open, and blinking heavily, you rubbed your face with the palm of your hands.

“Jude?”

You blearily focused on Jude, confused as to why he was facing you by the couch instead of towering over you and way more clothed than you remembered, why you were suddenly fully clothed. Squinting as you adjusted to the light, you sat up on the couch, your book falling off your lap and tumbling to the floor below. 

Was it all just a dream?

As the tendrils of sleep faded away, the full reality of the dream you had hit you, and you blushed a furious shade of red. Oh god… you didn’t moan or utter his name in your sleep by any chance… did you? 

Wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole, you glanced at Jude, anxiously searching him for any signs he had an inkling of the indecent dream you just had, but he only had that same infuriating smirk on his face, which widened when he caught you staring at him intently.

“Hah… why’s yer face so red? Ya have a lewd dream or somethin’?”

“N–no!” you cried out, and face burning even hotter than you thought possible, you swiped your book off of the floor, running out of the parlor to put as much distance as you possibly could between you and the arrogant jerk who was starting to get that dangerous sadistic glint in his eyes.

You didn’t give him anything to torment you about, right? Right?

Groaning internally, you hurried back through the large castle to the safety of your room cursing yourself for being so careless.

Unbeknownst to you, however, you left behind a darkened patch of velvet where you had been laying. Jude ran a finger over it, lips curling when he realized it was damp right where your hips had been on the cushion. He snickered, a sound you thankfully were not around to hear, rubbing his pointer and thumb together.

“Hopeless.”