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KING'S GAME

╰┈➤ ❝ I just need to know in case…❞ ❝ In case what? In case you take it a little too far in role-playing? In case you go down on me and the words mon empereur leave your lips? ❞ - After a round of some silly drinking game, MC can't help but have certain thoughts about Napoleon and how easily he takes on the role of someone in power. Naturally, she wants to know his boundaries of it.

Napoleon Bonaparte/MC • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Drinking Games; Alcohol; Shenanigans; Humor; Sexual Tension; Massage; Kink Negotiation; Sexual Roleplay; Power Play; Dominant Napoleon; Dom/sub; Master/Servant; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Choking; Dacryphilia; Stripping; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Fingering; Begging; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Aftercare • wordcount: 6,055 • masterlist

a/n: The idea for this fic was conceived long before an event of the same theme came to Ikevamp EN... We ended up not seeing them all play together in the game so I hope this right here fixes that, maybe? I have no idea how it ended up being that long. I guess I've been looking for the right opportunity to explore this part of Napoleon's character in a smut fic, namely his feelings about being called emperor and the likes in the bedroom. Hope you enjoy!

"Oh, I know! How about we play the Ousama game? It's a popular drinking game back home, in my era!"

It's rare for MC to be the one initiating activities on game nights, so naturally, all eyes are on her. Dazai is quick to give his enthusiastic approval, wanting to know more about a game that came after his time but originates from his homeplace. Sebastian smiles in a similar fashion.

"Good pick, MC. I think our residents are going to like it. Will you please excuse me for a second?"

As Sebastian stands up from the table and dashes out of the room, someone's comment oh my god, he's totally fetching his diary, can be heard. But really, there are no hard feelings. Everyone's more than happy to welcome Sebastian at the table and see him being more open and relaxed around his masters for once. Maybe it does have to be documented.

"It's not something like Arthur's games, I assume?" Isaac directs his gaze at MC, almost pleading under the surface for an affirmative response.

She rubs awkwardly at the back of her neck. As much as she hates to disappoint him…

"Erm, it's basically a game of dares… but don't worry, you can always refuse a dare!"

"That's it, if you want to take the punishment, Newt." Arthur seems ready to dance on the physicist's nerves with a complimenting chin-cupping stance, elbows rested on the table and all. Theo rolls his eyes.

"Let me guess. Refuse a dare and drink a shot."

"That's correct." MC nods before Arthur can take more liberties at orchestrating her own game, even if they happen to be thinking in the same direction. "Let me go get what we need for the game!"

By the time Sebastian is back and patting his breast pocket suspiciously, so is MC, with a handful of… chopsticks. And a fountain pen.

"So, what I'm going to do now is write a number for each one of us… Vincent, Theo, Arthur, Isaac, Mozart, Dazai, Sebastian, Napoleon, and I…so that means numbers 1 to 8, and on the ninth chopstick, I'm going to write Ousama - which means 'King' - and then we shuffle the chopsticks in a cup - Arthur, can you pass me the empty cup next to you? - then we each take one but without showing our numbers to the others. Whoever gets the Ousama chopstick becomes King and he places a dare for someone, using the numbers! Is everything clear?"

"Uh. What kind of dares are allowed?"

Napoleon nods at the direction the question originates from. "Good point. Hey, maybe tone it down with the sexual stuff. There are taken people at the table."

Arthur snaps, "Why are you looking at me? I wasn't intending to. Besides, if a dare doesn't stand right with you, you can always drink and avoid it!"

Memories of other game nights seem to flood multiple minds at once, so MC lets out a half-chuckle half-sigh and moves on. She does take a mental note of the hint of possessiveness in Napoleon's comment just now who instantly got worried about another man being prompted to touch her inappropriately. As if anyone has the balls to touch Napoleon's woman, she thinks to herself… and kind of likes the way it sounds in her head.

It's a shame that Leonardo and Comte aren't joining them tonight and are instead enjoying a more sane way of getting alcohol in their system, in some quiet corner of the mansion. And Comte is totally not smoking a cigarillo right now while talking to his old friend, claiming that he hasn't had one in forever, again. And for that matter, Jean's presence is missed as well, but sadly (although understandably) he dislikes partaking in such activities. He's a lot like Mozart in this regard, with the difference that Mozart becomes another person when he drinks some. And that person loves joining drinking games with his buddies!

"If we're all ready - here we go!"

MC gives the cup a rather unnecessary bartender-style shake, assuring the chopsticks are well shuffled and ready to make it to all the wrong hands.

Once placed on the table, a crowd of hands quickly reach into the cup and sneakily withdraw in order to hide their new secret identity, with the exception of one person who has nothing to hide.

"I'm the king. My, I wasn't prepared for this."

As Sebastian holds up the chopstick of fate high in the air for all to see, a few pairs of surprised eyes catch his own. And something like a shimmer lights up in Sebastian's ones.

For someone as unprepared as him, he surely doesn't waste time on thinking about his next move. Not at all.

"Number 6, exchange a clothing item with number 1. Number 3, take off your pants without using your hands. And number 4 must do a handstand."

"By Jove, Sebas, your fetishes are showing!" Arthur blinks, both surprised and somehow entertained by the turn of events which (in his own head) kicks him off the position of number one most perverted person around the table. Or at least for the time being. He's only smiling now because he's safe, being the lucky number 7 and out of Sebastian's fantasies.

Isaac and Theo can't say the same. They exchange a look - eyes traveling up and down each other's frames - looking for a convenient clothing item to exchange, given their different builds. Theo is done with his choice first, and he reaches over the table to undo Isaac's necktie. The smaller man averts his gaze, turning his head away as much as he can so it's not in Theo's way, or perhaps out of embarrassment, but it's over before it ever began thanks to Theo's rough but effective methods of freeing the cloth from under his collar. Using the chance coming with the shortened distance, Isaac snatches Theo's scarf in return as the most adequate thing to take.

"Aw, you two are boring." Napoleon mocks for change, drumming his fingers on the table with a smirk. Theo muses with the thin black tie in his hands, turning to Napoleon with an empty look and silently wrapping it around his forehead instead, tying it off at the side.

"Is this better?"

"Snrk. I don't know, what do we think, Sebas?"

"I approve of your new look, Master Theodorus. Or should I drop the 'Master'? I'm the King now, after all."

MC gasps, "Sebas! Oh, this game is dangerous…"

"Tell me about it. My first dare and I already have to drink. Woe is me." Dazai weeps, rising up from his seat to point at his hakama, making it impossible for him to complete the take off your pants without hands dare.

"Guess that leaves me." Napoleon sighs, pushing his chair back audibly as he stands up.

"Ooh! Go for it, Naps!"

"Good thing it went to someone who's in good shape. I bet it's a piece of cake for him."

"We'll see now." Napoleon smirks to himself, rubbing his hands together as he prepares to tackle the handstand. His eyes get serious for a second as he calculates it all, and in the next moment, his hands are flat against the floor changing the center of his weight. While he's upside down, the gravity makes his partly untucked shirt expose his abs.

Someone whistles, and MC finds herself staring. As if for the first time.

All too soon, Napoleon is back on his feet again, dusting off his palms and retaking his seat by the table. Sebastian is beaming. "I like this game. Thank you for the idea, MC."

"Thank you, MC." Mozart chimes in, for some reason, oblivious to Sebastian making history tonight as opposed to quietly observing it from the side like usual.

"Haha, you guys are welcome… so, let's do it again, shall we? Let's see who will be King this time around~!"

After the new shuffle of chopsticks, everyone seems a little more lively, a little more hopeful - some driven by revenge and some simply by the contagious evil brewing in the air.

"Who is King?"

Out of the people looking at their newly acquired chopsticks, Napoleon is the one who speaks up.

"I guess that would be me."

"It's Napoleon, huh…"

"Oh, how fitting! You were born for it, Naps."

"Haha, not really."

"My bad. You're an emperor, not a king. I'm so sorry, Your Majesty."

Napoleon snorts, not playing along - or perhaps his dismissing the extended apology is his way of playing along. MC raises an eyebrow, studying his reaction. Napoleon's attitude towards these things is… rather complicated, as he seems to both loathe his so-called days of glory and simultaneously accept them for what they are, a part of him. She's been confused more than once about what's a good way of navigating through the situation when the topic is brought up in their conversations. On one hand, she hates the change of expression on his face that makes her feel like winter has returned - even if it's never going to feel to her like how it felt to him, the cruel winter - on the other, she knows he hates it when people walk on eggshells around him.

But now they're all at least half-drunk and merely goofing around. No one's bothered to care about these things, and maybe Napoleon prefers they don't anyway.

"Number 5, hold three ice cubes in your mouth until they melt. Number 4, confess about a fetish you have in front of everyone. Number 2, crack an egg over Number 7's head. Number 1, give me a massage."

"N-Napoleon is a sadist!!"

"So cruel…"

And he's laughing too. Sadistic tendencies aside, his laughter sounds every bit as genuine (and loud) as MC always remembers it to be, and it's strangely soothing. Maybe she should refuse a dare just for the shot, just to drown her worries a little more… Taking a look at her chopstick again because she thinks she heard her number, she sees a 1.

Theo goes somewhere, for ice presumably, despite Sebastian's offer to do it in his stead, and Arthur follows. "Wait, I'll go for the eggs."

"Who got the fetish one?" Napoleon browses the faces of the ones left at the table to spot the flushed one. Vincent raises a hand.

"My fetish is, um… I don't really-"

"Come on Vincent-kun, we all have fetishes~"

"I think I could say… maybe… um.."

"Yes? Go on, say it. We won't judge."

"I'd love it if my partner would touch themselves and let me watch."

"That's perfectly normal, Master Vincent. Nothing to be ashamed of."

"Woah, it's both very vanilla and somehow kinky at the same time..." MC muses out loud. "Oh, but nothing to be ashamed of, certainly!"

Arthur and Theo return, with the latter immediately taking note of Vincent's beet-red face.

"What did I miss? Broer?"

"The fetish dare… Don't worry, Theo, I just had a shot instead."

"Oh, that's good. I mean, no it's not! Napoleon, how dare you make mjin broer take a punishment!"

"It wasn't really- Anyway, Theo, let's shut you up now."

Theo groans, dragging on every move as if giving the ice a chance to melt as much as possible before the inevitable contact with his mouth. At last, there's nowhere to escape and he pops the cubes in his mouth, thankfully they fit.

"Okay, I've been waiting for this. Who gets an egg in the head?"

"It's me… I hate this game…"

Isaac cards his fingers through his strawberry locks, as if for one last time while they're still egg-free. In the meantime, Theo's expression twists, less out of sympathy and more because the ice begins to torture him from the inside out.

"And the executioner?"

"Master Isaac, I'm truly sorry, it's me." Sebastian raises his gloved hand.

"Ahahaha! Haha!" Mozart laughs at the turn of events seeing a servant disserving his master. Or maybe the reason behind his laughter is nowhere that complex. One thing is certain, for some reason, he always gets out of the bunch's drinking games taking no damage in the form of nasty dares and punishments.

Sebastian stands up reluctantly, then sits down again. "Should I just drink? But I have to remind, I can't hold my liquor very well, I'm afraid."

"Just get it over with. I won't be mad at you or anything."

Sebastian sighs to show a little more reluctance before committing the deed. He looks like he's trying to miss his target, but unfortunately the raw egg still perfectly lands on Isaac's head, quickly descending down his face. Isaac's grossed-out expression mirrors Theo's current agony. As someone hands Isaac a handkerchief to wipe off the sticky mess with, another jokingly calls the sight erotic…

"Alright, I'm ready for my massage. Who shall serve the King?"

Napoleon relaxes back in his seat demonstratively in anticipation. It's a bold invitation, and everyone looks up to see the chosen one.

"My king."

MC stands up, showing her chopstick marked with the number 1. She tries to mute the sound of the others' reactions in her head as suddenly her pulse speeds up.

Napoleon flashes her a grin.

"Very well. The King is expecting you."

He lifts his glass to his lips as he hasn't touched it since the beginning of the game, probably deeming it worthless with the nature of the game. Not that he's expecting to be drinking anytime soon - he's simply not the type to back out from any dare unless it's too ridiculous even for him. Maybe that's why he started to miss the warmth at the back of his throat.

As MC makes her way to where he sits, she witnesses the singular bobbing of his Adam's apple when he gulps down the liquid, and she watches dumbstruck for a second as he motions for her to take a sip if she wants to, from the same glass. Well, yes, she finished her own drink a while ago. She accepts the glass from his hold.

"Now, what kind of massage should I request? Hmm…"

Arthur's dirty remarks fall on deaf ears as MC focuses on not choking on the liquid in her mouth.

Napoleon is a giver.

But there's something damn attractive when he allows himself to take from others.

"The king orders you to rub his shoulders."

And it's damn attractive when he's commanding like that. She sees now what the others were referring to in their provocations earlier - it rolls so, so easily off his tongue when he gives an order like this. Even if it's for a stupid game, the sharp look he gives her feels rather… real.

Not that this is anything new to her. For all Napoleon's gentleness, in the bedroom, he has this side of him that colors him rather dominant. And she'd be lying if she said she's gotten so used to it by now she doesn't feel anything between her legs right this moment. Instead of being a liar, she blames it on the alcohol.

Standing behind Napoleon, MC puts her hands on his broad shoulders… and really, it's been a while since she last gave him a massage. Usually, it's the other way around, as Napoleon added it to his ever-growing list of skills, even if initially it was something he'd never done before, given his status in his past life. Now she has his shoulders all to herself to knead and push at, and she catches herself putting selfishness in the act of service. Because she can't help but have impure thoughts.

Napoleon groans. It's quiet but she catches it over the cacophony of other noises in the room coming from the rowdy bunch. They're already setting things up for the next round, and here she's still stuck on her dare. She doesn't want to go back to her seat. Maybe Napoleon can read her thoughts like he always does and offer her his lap for the rest of the night; maybe he will go further and excuse the two of them for the night-

One hand at work, she reaches the other into the cup because they tell her to, and it appears to be Isaac's turn to be King. Good for him, but bad for everyone else. Seems like it's going to be a long night…

Later in the night and a few more rounds down the line, apples have been eaten without hands, glasses have been downed, a few mounts were the targets of unpleasant substances, either deadly spicy or deadly sweet, some clothes have been removed, some eyes filled with tears - and the collective level of soberness in the room has been drastically lowered.

It's a surprise how they even managed to put an end to it before the sun came out when naturally there's always someone who didn't get a chance to take revenge on someone else. Napoleon and Theo, being the best at holding their liquor as per usual, felt it their duty to help the others to their rooms.

MC didn't have much to drink, otherwise she'd be asleep on the pile of residents by now. Not that she intended to retain some of her soberness, it simply happened - because the bubbling feeling in her chest wasn't caused by alcohol, to begin with.

Napoleon, always the caretaker. Maybe if she throws herself at him he'll carry her to her room as well.

"Goodnight, Theo, go get some sleep." The sound of him returning after separating from Theo interrupts her daydreams.

Once he sees he's all alone with MC, he offers her a smile.

"And we're the last ones again. C'mon Nunuche, let's go to our room."

"Carry me?"

MC tries her best puppy-dog eyes at him, and he tests her for a second like it doesn't work on him. He then gawks at her laziness, hoisting her up his shoulder and giving her ass a little spank. "Let's get you to bed, naughty Nunuche. Some of those guys will be mad at you for weeks, you know? But you better not give them those eyes. Only I get to see them."

"Mm…Napoleon?"

The varnished floorboards creak under Napoleon's steps as he makes his way down the hall, holding MC's weight securely. "Yes?"

"Do you really enjoy it? You know, being treated like a majesty."

It's a short trip, and MC's perspective soon goes back to normal as the floor and the walls swap their places once more before her eyes. Not that she's interested in it, so she throws herself at the bed in the next second, sinking in the welcoming embrace of the comforter, not bothering with removing it at least for the time being.

"Pfft, where did that come from?" Napoleon says while closing the door behind him. The crickets are still singing their songs under their window, it can't be that late in the night.

"From the game. For a second I was worried it left a bad taste in your mouth."

"Hmm." Napoleon fake-muses, kicking off his shoes before sinking one knee on the bed. "I think I liked it when you were the one treating me like a majesty."

"No, don't joke, tell me seriously."

"I am serious though."

Somehow they end up in this position that doesn't help resolve the tension poisoning the air around them one bit; with him caging her with his body on the soft mattress and her having nowhere else to look at but right at his penetrating gaze. Her fingers twitch, nails catching into the fabric of the comforter, seeking a sense of stability.

"I just need to know in case…"

"In case what? In case you take it a little too far in role-playing? In case you go down on me and the words mon empereur leave your lips?"

Like a spark to the kerosene pooling low in her belly, Napoleon's words make beautiful explosions bloom behind her eyelids that have fallen shut amidst the last sentence. She takes a breath but it only feeds the fire as she can't help the way her exhale sounds raspy.

"Would you like that?"

"Would you?"

MC bites on her bottom lip. "This is not about me."

"I thought you wanted to serve your King."

She averts her gaze, because if she looks a little longer at this alluring jade gaze that reeks of sex, she'll be able to feel herself losing her composure, and she's trying to have a serious conversation here.

"I do."

"Hmm." Napoleon plays with her, trailing a hand down her modest home dress, prodding at the buttons at the front. "This is bad, I don't know what to ask for first. I've lost shape."

"Liar. You were perfect at it earlier."

"Someone's been paying attention. Were you also fucking me with your eyes? Right there, at the table?"

MC takes two sharp breaths, and it resembles panting, all too soon. It's out of irritation and not arouse, not yet. When she pictured their little game, she thought she'd just have to bow her head obediently and indulge in her desire to serve. Not enduring Napoleon's verbal teasing as any other night.

"Is it that bad? Will my King punish me now as he sees fit?"

Napoleon looks at her. For all the things that may be at the tip of his tongue, MC imagines most vividly the tone Napoleon would speak them in and how much he's cut for the role. Her soul sings at the thought, but it's nothing holy.

"Get up then. Don't you think it's a little rude to be lying down in my presence?"

That's fair. With renewed vigor, she pushes herself off the bed and waits readily by the side of it.

"Remember to not look me in the eyes. It's forbidden. You'll only look when I allow you to, if I allow you to. You'll have to earn my grace."

Instinctively, MC wants her nod to be accompanied by eye contact, but she corrects her mistake before it can even take place.

"Present yourself. Take it all off."

MC blinks surprisedly at how fast things are happening but isn't against it at all. She has the feeling that he is capable of making her do all sorts of dirty things with a mere flick of his tongue, undressing for him is nothing.

She makes a show of it, despite not having many articles of clothing on her to take off seductively - before long, she's stepping out of her dress that has pooled at her feet, and she retakes her previous position.

"I'm pleased with what I'm seeing. Come closer. Kiss me."

He doesn't have to ask twice. It's something familiar and yearned for since they crossed the threshold of their room—hell, no, since they took a seat at the table for that game. It's welcoming and fulfilling and it's just what she needed-

Or so she thought, until she terribly embarrassed herself with a rather awkward and rigid pressing of lips against lips, and no movement. In her selfishness, and out of habit, she left her mouth open for Napoleon's invasion. But she's forgetting to consider that kings get tired of their conquests too.

She summons her boldness and turns the desire in her veins into fuel for action. She shoves her tongue in Napoleon's mouth, but gently, not with the intention to dominate, but rather to serve. To kiss him until he gets enough. Her tongue swirls against his own, the movement rather clumsy, the making out of a juvenile rather than that of a skillful lover… but it's what he wants. He wants to see her seduce him, use every millimeter of her body for his pleasure, and keep going until he has his fill.

A thin string of saliva connects their lips upon her withdrawal, and her eyes are shut tight. She has to keep them shut, otherwise she'll look right at him. Napoleon chuckles.

"You may open them."

She does, and the sight is not kind on her fragile composure. Locking eyes with Napoleon has never felt like this, like a privilege, and exploring this new feeling is exciting.

"You're not half bad with your mouth. Undress me and put it to use."

Heartbeat thumping in her ears, MC finds it impossible to conduct herself in that moment; to sturdy her hands into performing the task and to break her gaze from his piercing pools of jade. She starts with the shirt, more tugging at the buttons rather than precisely undoing them, before pushing it completely off his shoulders, and finally letting it fall to the floor. He's glorious with just his trousers on and that scrutinizing, almost cold gaze. She opens the fly enough to take his hardness out, and her stomach tightens instinctively.

She wets her lips and parts them, taking in the head of his cock, letting it rest on her tongue. Even when her world narrows down to the hot pulsing flesh in her mouth, she catches herself dividing her focus between pleasuring her lover and.. the position she's doing this in. There's a little bit of getting used to it being required, and it makes her realize how unfamiliar that is - her being on her knees, on the hardwood floor, and Napoleon standing upright. When was the last time they've found themselves in that exact arrangement? It could've happened once or twice before, in the heat of the moment, or when the space had limited them. But never intentionally. Not because MC has anything against it - rather, it would be Napoleon who changes the position whether he's about to receive oral. He makes sure he's at least sitting down at the edge of the bed, where MC can rest her hands on his hips, or on the bed. Where he can see her better, to check up on her. Now she has to look up to see him, and he seems so far away, or maybe her eyes are doing tricks on her, or maybe her vision is blurring because she accidentally took his cock too deep down her throat and now tears are gathering in the corners of her eyes.

Napoleon brings his hand over her head and collects a fistful of her hair, one unfamiliar thing after another - but before intimidation can mix into her blood, she breathes in deeply, because it's not him forcing her down his cock, it's him forcing her off it.

He holds his cock firmly by the base as he directs it at her parted lips again, but doesn't breach the gap between them. He simply rubs his cockhead on the soft cushion of them, gathering the saliva that starts to droll down and smearing it back on her lips.

"A pretty mouth indeed."

MC can only look at him. She looks at him like she's looking straight at an open flame.

"Next," Napoleon begins, cupping her chin and caressing with his thumb where his cock used to be just a second ago. "I want you to go on the bed and show me the position you want to be taken in. Can you do that for your King?"

MC finally averts her gaze; it happens involuntarily, purely as a reaction to another surge of surprise and embarrassment.

"I— Yes, my King."

Napoleon angles her chin up, a signal for her to rise to her feet. Yes, that would be a good start.

The bed is just two steps away from where she is but MC feels like she can trip thrice on the way there with how much her legs have turned to jelly. Still, she makes it. There's not much room for thinking this through, for deciding on what would work out best for both of them - normally it's him who takes these decisions, anyway - so once she leans forward on the bed, she gives way to impulsivity and the way it saves her from having to give it any more thought. If she has to name the reason, it would be that it aligns with everything that Napoleon is tonight. Of course it would be fitting if he were to take her on her hands and knees.

"Does this… please you?"

She hears the rustling of clothes behind her back, probably the sound of Napoleon getting rid of his trousers, before he approaches her. He doesn't say anything about approving the position or not, and MC can't decide if his silence is worse. He comes to stand right behind her, and she crawls a little closer to the edge of the bed to make sure their skin is touching. Napoleon lets one hand roam from the fold of her knee up to the curve of her butt, and MC jumps lightly at the touch. Needless to say, she's sensitive and oh-so neglected. Her insides throb at the mere proximity of Napoleon's slender fingers close to her sex - it's a miracle she doesn't come undone on the spot as he actually directs his touch to the apex of her thighs. Wetness catches on his fingertips and he wastes little time caressing her folds before plunging two fingers inside.

"Nnghhh…" MC tosses her head, trying her best to enjoy the feeling of finally, finally claiming some pleasure but without losing herself completely in it. Napoleon twists his fingers until his open palm is facing upwards, thrusts in and out a few times in a way that doesn't intend to bring pleasure but rather to prepare - and then his fingers audibly and briskly exit her wetness.

MC whines at the loss of his fingers but finds a new fire sparkled to life inside her, and she's more than happy she wouldn't have to wait any longer for the next dose of intoxicating pleasure.

"Good girl. Do you want my cock?" Napoleon asks, openly and greedy. He's not risking having her beat around the bush by posing a more generic question like what she wants next. They both know the answer to that already.

Not that he spares her the torturous reminder of what she'll get by saying the right thing. He rubs his flushed tip on her glistening folds, pressing it in enough to just barely catch on her entrance; to make her bite her tongue and assume he just might show mercy and put it in without her pleading for it.

"I- Yes, please, Napoleon— take me, fuck me! Please…"

She only realizes once it slips out that she used his name and not the object of their little game of pretend that is his title, but there's no going back.

Napoleon doesn't punish her for it. Instead, he rewards her, giving her what she wants most. The groan he lets out as the familiar warmth and tightness enfolds his aching cock is telling of his own desperation.

MC cries out at the intrusion, only now understanding the difference of not having him finger her for longer prior to this. It doesn't hurt - she just feels a little fuller somehow. A little on edge. He gives her time to adjust, however, and she just basks into this dangerous feeling for as long as it's there until he carefully withdraws only to give it another thrust.

"Ahh!" Her insides squeeze around Napoleon again, as he goes in deeper this time. She blames the position, trying to reason out why she feels him in her guts. Napoleon withdraws again, and then pushes in, trying to fit even more of himself inside.

"You're taking me so well. I'm so deep inside you, I bet you can feel me in your deepest parts."

She groans at his words and their truthfulness as his thrusts grow rhythmic, the place where they're connected burning with the delightful friction, and her arms soon give out. She buries her head between her hands, enduring the change of angle as her rear sticks out, and Napoleon keeps pounding at her. His own sounds of pleasure are barely masked by the sounds of skin on skin, but he's not hiding them either. He lets her know how good she's making him feel, telling her something dirty in a low voice that she can barely register over the drumming in her ears.

"You feel so good- merde- Ngh. I want to stay inside you forever."

He's always holding her tightly when he fucks her, his grip being strong enough to leave marks the following day, but there's something about the way he takes hold of her hips now. At first, MC thinks nothing of it, lost in euphoric pleasure. It's only when she feels her knees being lifted off the bed that she understands what's happening.

Napoleon rises up her bottom to meet his hips, in his standing upright position, taking full control of her body in that moment. He's so strong, making it all seem effortless; and it's not a matter of matching his thrusts anymore - she can't do anything. She's facing away, with one pair of limbs immobilized and the other grasping uselessly for purchase at the covers. Her whole body rocks back and forth, feeling like a ragdoll in Napoleon's arms. There's something primal and simultaneously embarrassing about how good it feels to give herself over to him like that; about the trust she puts in him to have her completely at his mercy.

And then Napoleon stills inside her. And he groans. And before she knows it, a warm spray of come hits her walls. Her eyes widen, only now realizing they've already been going at it for a while, for a while enough that he seemingly couldn't hold back and—

And maybe he just didn't feel like waiting for her to come before he does.

The realization makes her dizzy in an unexplainable way, and she moans so loudly she feels herself pathetically falling into that bottomless fit, just like that, just as Napoleon takes his cock out of her. It's petrifying, coming without him inside her, but strangely the pleasure never ceases. His hand finds his way between her quivering thighs and shoves them apart in a quick manner, beginning to rub at her clit; whispering praises against the skin of her nape, enveloping her smaller body with his own from behind as she presses into the bed so violently, chasing after her peak.

"Come for me. Come for me and scream my name."

And that's enough to tip her over the edge. Coming with Napoleon's load inside her intensifies the feeling; the way her insides are still remembering his shape, the way she's so full yet so empty. It makes her see stars.

"Napoleon— Ahhhhh!!"

"I'm here. I'm here, mon amour."

Napoleon holds her trembling form as he draws out the last of her high, gently moving her into a spooning position. He keeps touching her everywhere, her belly, her breasts, the curve of her shoulder, caressing all the spots that went unloved in their game.

"I felt— so good I thought I might die—"

Napoleon huffs out a breathy chuckle, and it tickles the babyhairs at the base of her neck.

"I'd be lying if I said this doesn't stroke my ego, Nunuche.", he whispers, and it's somehow more shiver-inducing than anything he's said that night. "I think you might be right. I might be enjoying myself a bit too much when I'm calling the shots."

MC turns her neck just enough to look at him from the corner of her eye. She studies him again, with his disheveled hair and boyish smile and his low tolerance of putting up a front now that he gave voice to his most basic instinct and let it rob him of the ability to give anything more thought than he needs to. She leans in for a kiss and he takes the initiative enthusiastically but ends up drawing it out to make the remaining endorphins dance slowly between their bodies.

Letting the tiredness in her limbs settle in just like the fact that the room is several shades a brighter blue than how they entered it, MC only nuzzles back onto Napoleon's chest, trying not to give voice to the heat between her legs beginning to awake again without a sense of the time.

"And I might just love to see you like that. Mon empereur."

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[yanderepuck]

AAAAAND WELCOME BACK TO MY MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT PLAGUED WITH VISIONS SMUT. Please do not question why there are THREE guys here I promise you it is not guy on guy (tho I need to get back into that) just some shameless writers trio smut.

Who wouldn't want some writers absolutely GAWKING over you anyway? Huh? The two of them might have been serial cheaters and the one forced to marry as a minor BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT. Happy reading, sluts.

Writers note: this is modern day

This is over 2000 words help

He moans as you sit between his legs. Your hands rest on his thighs as your head bobs up and down, sucking on his cock.

Arthur has his arm on the back of the couch while his other combs through your hair. "Just like that, love," his groans just get you to work harder. Something about a man moaning is the highest praise possible.

Both of your clothes are scattered around the parlor room, the only thing you have on is your bra and underwear. Arthur had pulled you in and started kissing you, telling you how he needed you now.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, and he takes in a sharp breath. You would smirk if you could. You get closer to his base, taking all of him in, feeling his tip at the back of your throat.

"Look up, love~"

You look up at him, lips stretched around his cock. He's holding his phone up and you assume he's taking a video. He has done this before; you have no issue with it and think nothing of it.

With your eyes locked on the camera you take his cock out of your mouth, a long string of saliva and precum still connecting your lips to his tip. Starting at the base, you lick up his shaft, to the tip before beginning to suck his length again.

"Such a good girl," his hand goes through your hair again before pushing your head down. You gag for a moment, not expecting it.

Arthur had ended the video on his phone, sending it to a small group chat. He let your head go and set his phone back down after replying to a few messages.

You lift your head up to catch your breath. He puts a finger under your chin to make you look at him. "Why don't you sit on my lap now."

He smirks at you as you stand up, taking your underwear off. His hands hold onto your waist as you get yourself into the couch, hovering over him.

His tip is hard against you. Dripping wet from anticipation. You sit down on him with a moan.

"Ungh- you're so hard," you pant softly, trying to let yourself adjust before rocking your hips. You keep your hands on his shoulder to keep steady.

Pushing your hair to one side, Arthur starts kissing your neck, nibbling it, trying to leave little marks without biting.

His phone goes off a few times, but you think nothing of it and start bouncing up and down on him, moaning louder.

You don't know how much time passed but you suddenly feel your bra unhook in the back. You shriek and come down hard on Arthur. Both of his hands are still on your waist.

"I cannot believe thee wouldst try taking her all for yourself, Arthur," the voice was very close to your ear. You know that voice anywhere.

Will's hands go under your bra, pushing it out of the way as he gropes you. You melt into his touch, pushing your chest into his hands.

"What can I say, she's irresistible," his hands slide down to your hips and then behind you to grab your ass. You moan again and sit up enough for him to hold you.

"Thee ought to share," he squeezes your breast once more before moving one hand to move your hair again to kiss your neck.

You could feel his fangs against your skin and tilt your head to one side. You gasp and hiss as he pinches your nipple.

"Maybe I wanted her to myself for once."

"If 't be true, then thee wouldst be in thy own room," Will looks Arthur in the eyes as he licks your neck. "Nor wouldst thee hath sent the pictures and video."

His voice tickles your ear, but the real shiver down your spine is from him rubbing your nipple harder. You should have guessed Arthur wasn't saving those for just himself.

"Will, that- Ahh!" Arthur thrust up into you the moment you said Will's name.

His hand then grabbed your jaw so you would look at him. "Don't say another man's name while I'm inside you."

You whined and started to rock your hips again.

Arthur grabbed his phone again but once he had it unlocked Will snatched it.

"Hey!"

"Oh hold on," Will opened the camera, having it on face front and started to record. Having it on your chest first.

He squeezed tightly and pinched your nipple again. Then his hand went up your chest and the camera followed, up until his hand wrapped around your throat, causing you to stretch out your neck.

You whined and rocked your hips more. You felt the wetness of his tongue drag across your skin. You didn't even realize the camera was on you.

Will then sinks his fangs into you. Your body jerks for a moment but then you start to moan. Your grip tightens on Arthur, and you pant.

Arthur glares at Will. As he drinks blood from you, he sends the video to the same chat the first one was sent to.

"If thy cock get to be inside her, then so doth mine own fangs," he licks your wound and tosses Arthur's phone back on the couch.

You bite your lip and look at Arthur. You haven't done much but you're already close to your limit.

"Once thee finish him off I shall be next," Will whispers in your ear.

Will let you go, and you start bouncing on Arthur again. You finally slip your bra off and drop it to the floor.

You come down in him as hard as you can, moaning each time his cock reenters you.

Will walks to the back of the couch so he can see you face on. You look up and see him with his phone out enjoying the show. Both of their phones go off at the same time. You hear Will chuckle and see him show his screen to Arthur.

Your legs start to shake and you're having a harder time keeping up the pace.

"Just a little more, love," he leans in and kisses you roughly, bucking his hips up. This gets him to hit a new spot inside you, getting you to moan louder. Im just moments you clench around him, covering his cock in your cum. Arthur holds your hips down into his, thrusting a few times before releasing a load into you.

You pant as the movements stop.

"Tis my turn," Will hums, coming back over to the front side of the couch as he's unbuttoning his shirt. Arthur doesn't look so happy as Will helps you off his lap. Your legs are weak, and you lean against him for support, but don't feel much other than his hard on.

"No worries, I will not make thee work for it," he kisses your cheek. He makes you bend over the arm of the couch. You could hear his pants dropping to the floor. You waited in anticipation.

His cock slid into with ease, your hole already filled with cum. You moan and lean over more, hoping the arm will support most of your body.

His hands stay on your hips, keeping you in place as he thrust into you.

Looking forward you see Arthur watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as you get fucked.

"She looks like she's already numb from too much cock. Are you able to speak for us~" Arthur smirks at you. All you do is moan each time Will's cock gets deep inside you.

"She is simply a dram play thing now."

Arthur has his phone pointed at you again, almost dropping it when he hears the window open suddenly.

"I told you two to wait for me!" Dazai is rushing to get in through the window.

"We wouldn't know. We've been having fun."

Despite the whole group chat being here, Arthur kept his phone on you, wanting to remember this look on your face.

"I don't know if she will be conscious after Will is done with her."

Will stops moving, making sure he far inside you, and leans forward to wrap his fingers around your neck to make you look up at the room. "The'e is still anoth'r hole that is not being used," Will smirks up at Dazai.

You do nothing but moan, your mouth partially open, panting lightly. "The lady seems to be begging for it to be filled," he purrs into your ear, kissing your neck on the spot he bit.

It stings, sending a shiver down your spine. After feeling his cock twitch inside you, you try to rock your hips for more friction.

"My my, she is eager," Dazai starts walking over, stripping his clothes off on the way. "Move over, Arthur," Dazai gets on the couch. Arthur gets up and grabs his clothes, just putting his pants back on.

Will lets you go, making you fall forward on the couch again. His hand glides down your back until it gets to your hip again.

"Show Dazai what that mouth can do, love," Arthur smirks. You look in front of you to see Dazai's cock in your face. You move your arms to rest them on Dazai's thighs, propping yourself up to the right height. The moment his tip passes your lips Will starts to move again. The thrust into you jerks you forward enough to take in more of him.

Dazai moans and combs his fingers through your hair. He is thicker than Arthur, but you manage to stretch your lips just enough.

Will's fingers dig into your skin as he thrusts deeper into you. Dazai is trying not to push your head all the way down.

"She's so beautiful with her mouth filled," Arthur sits back down behind Dazai, looking over his shoulder at you.

"Even if we cannot hear our lady moan," Will starts to squeeze your ass.

"We wouldn't want everyone to hear Toshiko-san," Dazai smirks as you take more of him on your own. You wrap your hand around the part of his cock that isn't in your mouth. This gets a loud moan out of him.

You suck him harder.

You don't even notice one of Will's hands leaving your body until you feel his fingers rubbing your clit. Your body jerks, squirming, and causing you to lose rhythm.

"Don't stop now," Dazai moans, pushing your head back down. You whine and you wiggle your lower half as Will continues to play with you.

In moments you let out a loud moan and cum again, tightening around Will. He groans and feels himself getting close. His thrusts get rougher, slowing down a bit since. He is pulling almost all of the way out before slamming back into you.

"Fuck..." he gasps. In a few moments he finally fills you with his cum, is getting mixed with Arthurs. He slows down his movements as he empties himself all into you.

Now that he is out of you, you are able to concentrate on sucking off Dazai. But you do start to squirm, not wanting to be empty just yet.

"It looks like she wasn't ready to be empty just yet."

"Then it's my turn," Dazai pulls your hair, taking his cock out of your mouth. You let out a long whine. You aren't sure if it's from being sore or the need to be filled.

As Will makes his way to sit on the chair, Dazai helps you onto the couch, laying you down and propping one of your legs up onto his shoulder, wasting no time in entering you.

"You're so filthy, having so much cum in you."

Dazai pins your hands to either side of your head and starts fucking all the cum further into you. You want to close your legs. You're so sore and overstimulated, but your moans and whimpers beg for more. Dazai leans down, kissing one side of your neck, opposite of where Will bit you.

Two kisses in and he sinks his fangs into you. Your hips buck up and Dazai takes the opportunity to thrust deeper. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. You aren't sure how much longer you can stay awake.

"So sweet tasting," he purrs into your ear, licking up the excess blood. You think you blacked out for a moment, because the next thing you felt was being filled with more cum. You force your eyes open to see Dazai sitting up and pushing his hair out of his face.

"Perhaps this is what our meetings shouldst be about from anon," Will smirked looking at Arthur.

Arthur helps you sit up after Dazai pulled out of you. He brings you into his lap and lets you lean against him. "You definitely would make meetings more fun," he kisses your cheek. "But I don't think I always want to share her with the two of you."

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[klutzyroses]

Seductive Sunrise

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Dazai x Fem!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 1403

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good morning, my little blossom.''

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[goddesswitchmother]

It's my first ever fanfic on Tumblr or anywhere for that matter, so I have no idea what I'm doing 🥹anyways I'm a thirsty hoe for the ikevamp boys and will be writing about random things. No smutty goodness yet as I prefer a bit of plot even if not much. I write best in first person as that's just the way my imagination works. The "I" in the stories is essentially me or my inner self, I suppose, so yeah, I don't know if I'm making any sense😖

Desperation

I had only been trying to help. I hate feeling useless, and so I desperately tried to help out around the manner. The first mistake I made was attempting to cook. I somehow started a small fire just boiling water. I don't even know how that's possible! Water doesn't start fire! "What sorcery is this?!" Even Jean's as confused as I am. In my panicked state, I could only gape. The scent of cigarellos invaded my nose as Leonardo brushed past to put out the fire as I stared dumbly. I wasn't even scolded. As far as anyone else was concerned, it was a freak accident, and I was in shock, so I needed to rest. As if?! I'm not just going to lie in bed when there's still so much I could do to help! So I decided to water the plants. How hard could it be? That was mistake number two. I had somehow tripped over my own feet and watered myself instead. In front of Theo, too, who laughed until he couldn't breathe. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, I was wearing a backless chiffon dress, so no bra, and the chiffon easily became completely sheer. Arthur had appeared to help me up only to shamelessly gawk at my hardened nipples clearly showing through my now transparent dress. And then had the gall to accuse me of seducing him. "I just got soaked with freezing cold water! What did you think was going to happen?! I can't help it!" I yelled as I ran off, which, of course, only drew more attention. At least Napoleon had the decency to look away, and Le Comte had draped his coat over me while insisting on escorting me to my room. If he didn't have such protective daddy energy I would have told him to fuck off. Alas, I had made it safely to my room. After I had dried off, changed, and reassured 'Daddy' that I was just fine, I decided dusting was safe enough. Except apparently, I have a death wish. Of course, I had to fall off the ladder and hit my head on the ledge of the windowsill. I ended up being banned from doing chores for the rest of the day by Sebastian himself. I think he was going to flick my forehead, too. I think I overhead him mutter to himself, "Perhaps I better not, your head's damaged enough." And for the last hour, I've been cooped up in bed bored out of my mind. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" I couldn't take it anymore and screamed out in desperation.

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Jean x OC

Words: 898

Summary: Amy had always been confident in herself, other people's opinions never mattered much. But now that it's their wedding night and the time to be intimate with her lover for the first time had come, she was very conscious of all the faults people ever found in her appearence

Tags: Fluff, a bit of comfort, some self image doubts

I planned this to be a smut fic, didn't plan for it to be an OC rewriting of an even story, but everything went against my plans 😅

I might add he smut as a new chapter later, I just wasn't as ready to write it as I thought and decided this part worked on it's own

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Amy thought all the joy of the day would be enough to drown out the nagging thoughts in her head.

Now that everything had quieted down and they were alone, it wasn’t. The weird feeling she had when seeing herself in the mirror that morning was impossible to run from. Especially when it was time to face these things.

Her body never bothered her much, but now that the time to be intimate with her lover for the first time had come, she was very conscious of it.

Sure, she had an athletic build, not something people would often complain about, but at the same time, she was told in the past how flat she looked, or how she was easily mistaken for a guy in her youth, and for the first time it started to bother her.

Jean surely loved her the way she was, but this situation was different. Love and attraction were different things. Or so she heard her friends say. As if being completely inexperienced and barely knowing what she was doing wasn’t enough, she couldn’t even call herself attractive enough to compensate.

“Amy?” Jean asked, caressing her face.

“Sorry. Just thinking.” A smile came to her face easier than she expected, just to have her attention taken back to her beloved and the memories of the dreamy wedding they had.

“Happy thoughts, I hope.” Jean smiled back.

“Happy indeed.” Not exactly a lie. She still had a lot of happy thoughts in mind, especially when looking at him. “I am finally married to the man I love most in this world. How could I not be happy?”

“And it’s also finally our wedding night.” Amy blushed at him being so direct like that. She didn’t expect him to be the one to bring it up. “You know what that means?”

“What?” Amy gulped, but tried to give him a questioning look to cover her nervousness. This didn’t come as easily, but at least her voice came out normal.

“A married couple only becomes husband and wife after their wedding night, right?”

That was enough to break a little of the tension within her as she held back a laugh. Where did that come from? No. She was certain it was Arthur and Dazai filling his head with nonsense again.

Kissing her softly, Jean carried her to bed. He whispered her name, leaning over her. Amy found herself relaxing under his gaze and touch, her eyes naturally closing… Only to open again at the sound of soft laughter.

“I’m sorry, Amy.” Jean pulled back just a fraction. “I only wanted to tease you a little.”

“Wait. You were just teasing?”

“Even I know we became husband and wife when we got married, not because of our first night.”

He looked so serious, she really did believe him. Him having fallen for Arthur and Dazai giving him the wrong information wouldn’t be anything new, despite all the times she and Mozart told him not to believe everything the writers said.

But more than that, she couldn’t believe he had it in him to tease her like that! Jean had surely come a long way since they met.

“Jean!” As she tried to playfully shove him, he caught one of her wrists.

“I am still a little nervous, and you looked like you were too, so I thought I’d break the ice.”

That was right. Jean had as much experience with this as her, and also had his own problems with his image. The scars that, for some reason, hadn’t fully healed when he became a vampire had been a huge source of concern to him.

“You just look so beautiful today.” Jean continued, letting go of her wrist to interlace their fingers, his hand slightly cold and trembling. “I’ve been staring at you all day and I’m still not used to it.”

He rested his forehead against hers, and she couldn’t help but smile back, tightening her hold on him.

Sometimes she noticed his hesitation in the happiest moments, as if he still fought with the thought that he didn’t deserve it. And all she wanted to do was reassure and protect him.

Moments like this reminded her of the first night she saw him without his eye patch. How the first words he spoke to her were an apology. How he called himself ugly. A monster. And how she reassured him. The first night they faced each other with such openness and how they accepted each other’s feelings.

They should have the same openness and understanding now.

With her free hand, Amy reached out to touch Jean’s face, contouring the edge of the eyepatch before moving to remove it. Jean tightened his hold on her hand just slightly, but allowed her to do so.

“You are just as beautiful.” She whispered back, caressing the edge of his scar. “And I am just as used to it, but, used to it or not, I want you to make love to me. My husband.”

She was still afraid of disappointing him, but Jean probably was too. Not that he could. And if he couldn’t disappoint her, that meant she couldn’t disappoint him either, right?

Amy gently pulled him down for a kiss, drowning both their worries in the love and passion they had for each other. Enough passion to reassure her that everything would be fine.

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Masterlist of Theo Fics

Vincent Van Gogh

Candles/Vincent/Smut  

Vlad

None YET

William Shakespeare

Horns/Shakespeare/Angst

Multiple Characters

IkeVamp Guys React to Tattooed MC - All

Theo, Napoleon, le Comte, Isaac, Mozart, and Arthur asking for MCs hand in marriage

le Comte, Theo, and Arthur react to a curvy MC

Dazai, Jean, and Vlad react to a curvy MC

Vincent, Charles, and Napoleon with a curvy MC

le Comte, Leonardo, and Mozart react to an MC that was abused

Jean, Dazai, Leonardo, le Comte, and Napoloeon react to a sensitive MC

A Very Strange New Years Eve

[cow-goes-moozart]

How would the ikevamp characters react to reading smut about themselves?

Disgusting. Delete it: Mozart, Galileo

Scarred for life. Save them: Jean, Vincent, Isaac

Feeling conflicted. Enjoy it but also not??: Sebastian, Theo, Comte

Intrigued. Would try reenacting it for science: Faust, Charles, Will

Actually reads it as a hobby. Adds it to their library for future reference: Arthur, Francis, Dazai

Unfazed. Read it just like any literature: Leonardo, Napoleon, Vlad

[ikewhores]

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[ana-thedaydreamer]

Final result is Ikevamp!

Note: Keep in mind that not all suitors are in the poll, I picked out suitors that I'm comfortable drawing smut + those I wanna try 🥹❤️

[gossamer-sky]

I, Q, Y for Faust, Harr, and Dazai

Faust

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- He’s quiet if he’s not toying with you

- Breath quickening at the feel of you, trying to hold himself together

- Doesn’t like to fall apart before you probably because he wants you to be distracted so you don’t notice how much you shake him up

- He’s gentle after, tracing patterns on your skin, closing his eyes and tipping his face into your hair

- Doesn’t want to let go of you right away, can’t honestly; he’s feeling too much and needs to hold you

- If you stay still during these moments, holding your breath just long enough

- He’ll slowly, slowly open up and give voice to the emotions that rage inside him

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- He’ll raise an eyebrow if you start things with him when you both have something else scheduled

- Smirking at you, “You can’t wait until later, can you?”

- You can’t, you already feel the phantom press of him inside

- He’ll chuckle when he finds you so aroused already, sliding two fingers right in to the knuckle

- Kissing your jaw, mocking you lightly, all the while moving his fingers in ways that make your legs shake

- He won’t stop until you’ve come on him, the clench of you enough to force a soft sigh from his mouth

- You’ll look up at him, dazed, when he slips the fingers that were inside you between your lips, smiling in approval when you suck

- He doesn’t even try fucking you then he knows there’s not going to be anything quick about it

- “Be ready for me later,” he promises darkly, “I’m not going to be gentle”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- It is quite high, but he’s controlled

- Perhaps he enjoys denying himself, heightening his own desire until it’s nearly too great for him to think properly

- You really like that, when his touch becomes wild, hands nearly punishing in their effort to have all of you at once

- Without that level of desperation, he’s patient; crooning in your ear about how it’s a virtue you could really fucking care less, you want him inside of you now

- He’ll talk about how tempting you are, but really he’s the one that distracts you from your innocent work, touching you in ways that he knows will cause you to whimper

Harr

I = Intimacy

- He’s such a romantic sweetheart

- Lightly stroking his thumb along your neck when you kiss, hands nearly reverential

- It’s hard for him to voice his feelings out loud, but he will; face reddening and not meeting your gaze as he builds up the courage

- The nerves are more than worth it when he sees the way your eyes glitter at him with such adoration

- When he’s inside you, he can easily get overwhelmed by how much he loves you; he’ll bend to press a meaningful kiss to your cheek and it’s the most lovely thing

- Buries his head in your shoulder sometimes, just to hide himself from the world; he won’t move for long moments, breath shuddering out of him

Q = Quickie

- He is a really big fan

- You discover this one day when you’re worked up and needy for him, deciding to crawl right into his lap before he’s set to leave the house

- He barely manages a protest, words cutting off when you roll down into him

- His exhale is more of a grunt, mouth opening and staying like that

- You smile and shimmy again, amused when his fingers tighten on your hips. “I guess we’ll have to be fast then, hmm?”

- His eye widens but he doesn’t try to stop you not at all

- As it happens, he can be almost embarrassingly fast when you push him it’s everything you hoped for and more

Y = Yearning

- Way higher than you initially anticipate

- Once you break down his barriers, it’s easy to learn the ticks that mean he’s aroused and thinking of you

- You’re suddenly noticing them all the time

- The clenching of his fingers at his own thigh when you wear that perfume that he likes

- His teeth biting into the corner of his bottom lip when you press against him just so

- A sigh hissed out as you tug gently at his hair when you’re kissing him

- His tells are all at once very obvious and you’re damn well going to exploit them at every opportunity

- This leads to an influx of quickies, as well as an increase of sex against every item of furniture he owns

Dazai

I = Intimacy

- His teasing gets so fond, smile brightening when you moan in the middle of your laughter

- Eyes going soft when he looks at you, betraying the light mood his words seem to set

- He often gets like that, words airy but with an intense gaze; it makes you break out in goosebumps with just a look

- His mouth will say one thing, but his hands will brush back your hair gently so he can kiss your eyelids

- You melt inside, he’s so lovely

- Will sometimes recite poetry or his favourite lines when he’s feeling particularly enraptured with you, fingers rubbing along your ribs maddeningly

- He knows it riles you up, and will often continue to whisper sweet words while he’s fucking deep into you

Q = Quickie

- With him, it’ll start as a quickie, but end up being extremely not quick

- He’s not even slightly sorry about it either

- You can’t deny him, not when he’s got that mischievous look on his face; tugging at your clothes, begging you for just a taste, just one

- It’s not just one, and you’ll remind him of that somewhat breathlessly when he’s mouthing at your neck, fingers between your legs

- He’ll agree with you, slowing down even more, doing his best to make you beg

- It works

- The amount of times that the two of you show up late or end up missing engagements altogether is mortifying, but whenever it’s mentioned he just looks incredibly satisfied with himself

Y = Yearning

- He truly would spend every spare moment fucking you

- Finds it very difficult to stop once he starts; he just keeps going, touching you until you both collapse in exhaustion

- Gets you craving him as soon as you wake up, hands trailing down your spine and underneath the covers

- Literally down at any time of the day or night, and he’s always enthusiastic

- You’re quite sure that you walk with a permanent limp now, not to mention the rasp in your voice

- If you turn the tables and rile him up, then you better be prepared to be picked up and carried to the nearest flat surface

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[yanderepuck]

WE'VE GOT ANOTHER ONE BABY

I love a high school au, alright. This event was everything for me. But they gave us no smut so here I am doing the Lord's work.

But let's be honest. Even if cybird gave us smut it would be awful

You walk into the classroom with a groan. You are still in the doorway, you could just walk out. That's what you did yesterday, but that's why you're here now.

Before you can even take another step, all you see in the room is Dazai by the window smoking.

"Isn't that why you are here in the first place?" You walk in, dropping your bag on a desk before walking over to him.

He's sitting on the windowsill with the window open. "You say that like it matters," he pulls the blunt from his lips and blows out the smoke towards the window. "I'm surprised you showed up."

You lean against the desk closest to him. "They were just going to keep giving me detention, or else suspend me."

It was around the middle of the day yesterday when you decided to just walk out. That's all. You didn't want to be bothered anymore and walked out and went home. Needless to say you got an earful this morning and detention this afternoon.

You look around the room. "Are we the only ones?"

"Yeah," he takes another hit. "And I think the teacher forgot he was on detention duty."

You're the only ones with no sign that a teacher was in here before you either.

"So they are going to say we never showed up to detention, great," you groan and go to the teachers desk and sign the paper to at least have proof that you showed up. You didn't want to have to stay tomorrow as well.

You walked back over to Dazai. "Why don't we-"

Before you could finish he blew the smoke in your face. "Damn it, Shūji," you wave your hand in front of your face. "That shit smells disgusting."

"Really? I can't tell," he gets condescending and starts to smoke from it again. "It doesn't smell bad if you're smoking it."

"I doubt that."

He starts getting down from the windowsill, getting close to you. You watch him, not sure what he's doing, then he grabs your jaw, pressing his fingers against your cheeks to force your mouth open slightly.

"Why don't you have a taste," he smirks, getting his face close enough to kiss you, he blows the smoke into your mouth, keeping eye contact with you.

The desk was behind you, and with Dazai in front of you, you can't do much. The smell may not be great but goddamn why did he have to be so hot.

The smoke clouded your vision but you could still clearly see his golden eyes. You closed the gap and kissed him.

You could taste it on his lips too. It's awful. But you don't want to pull away. He kisses you back, letting go of your chin.

A bit of smoke still came out from between your lips with each kiss. You push yourself onto the desk to sit. You really weren't going anywhere now.

Dazai pushes himself between your legs and kisses you rougher.

You moan, grabbing his shirt to keep him close.

He breaks the kiss for a moment to put the blunt down, but not before hitting it again real quick. With his lips gone you start kissing his neck, getting him to moan.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" he tilts his head to the side for you. You start unbuttoning his shirt to kiss him further down.

"I can stay a little longer," you smirk at him.

"Perfect," he gets his hands under you, grabbing your ass to lift you up. You quickly put your arms over his shoulders, and your legs around his waist.

He takes a few steps and stops. "Grab that for me, will you?" he nods his head to the side. You groan and grab the blunt off of the desk, immediately shoving it between his lips. "Thanks beautiful."

You pout, wanting to kiss him, but you weren't going to hold it, so you start kissing his neck again when he continues to walk.

You feel like you're being lowered down and open your eyes. You're sitting on his lap as he sits in the teacher's chair. Your legs hang off the sides and you let your arms down, continuing to unbutton his shirt all the way down until you get to his pants.

He just started on your shirt when you started rubbing his bulge.

"Ohh fuck," he sits in the chair better.

"Don't tell me you do this with all the girls you get stuck in detention with."

"As long as you don't tell me that you do this with all the guys," he puts a hand on the back of your head, bringing you close to kiss you again. More smoke goes into your mouth and out the sides.

He finally puts the blunt down on the desk so that he can lift up your skirt. He starts with squeezing your thigh, but his fingers quickly find their way inside you. You gasp and get his pants open quicker.

"You're so tight," his fingers plunge further into you.

"Ohh!" you get his cock out and immediately start to rub him, getting him harder. "Take your fingers out. I want your cock to stretch me."

You basically swat his hand away. He keeps your skirt out of the way as you sit yourself down on him. Your nails dig into his bare shoulders as his cock gets deeper and deeper as you sit.

Dazai watches his cock disappear into you until you're flush against him.

"Fuck you're warm," he moans. His hands grip your hips. You start by just grinding on him, rocking your hips back and forth.

"if all I wanted you to do is keep my cock warm I would have you do that in class," he smirks up at you, trying to edge you on. "Come on. Let me see you bounce."

The teasing worked too. You came down on him hard the first time, getting a loud moan out of him. You do it again, having more control this time.

Dazai goes back under your skirt to grab your ass to help you. The last thing you both want is to fall out of the chair.

You have your hand on his chest, your nails dragging against his skin.

He moans more to encourage you. "You're so good at this. Have you fuck in one of these chairs before? Is that how you're passing?"

"Sh-shut up!" You grab his hair and tug it, his moan being a little higher pitch than normal.

Keeping in hand on your ass, the other moves up your body to grope your chest. He tugs your bra down and exposes your chest, immediately pinching your nipples.

You let out a yelp and bounce faster. "S-Shūji!"

"Don't tell me you're close already," he thrusts his hips up as you come down. You start to get sloppy, having a hard time keeping a rhythm.

He doesn't stop or slow down though. He squeezes your boob as if it's a stress ball. He moves his face closer, starting to suck on the sensitive skin before taking your nipple into his mouth.

"Ahh-hh fuck!" You go back to rocking your hips.

Your hands comb through his hair, wanting to keep his mouth where it is, but also tugging his hair away from you.

"I-I'm so close," you try bouncing on him again, but before you could get back into it he holds you tightly and stands up. All he does is take a step forward, laying you on the desk so he can thrust into you.

Your moans get louder as he takes over, letting him pound into you as he wishes.

Dazai lifts your skirt up to watch his cock slide in and out of you. It's much easier now that you're used to his size, then it gets even easier when you cum, basically lubing up his cock for him to fuck you harder.

You hold onto your boobs as he speeds up. You yell his name again.

It hasn't occurred to either of you that others are still in the school, not to mention you never closed the door when you walked in.

Dazai lifts your hips up, holding you hard enough to leave bruises. You left nail marks all across his chest, it's only fair that he leaves some marks too.

He bites his lip feeling himself getting there, but he wants to stay in you until the last possible moment. He thrusts hard enough to shake the desk and then pulls out, not having a moment to think before he makes a puddle on cum on your stomach.

Dazai lets you go and holds onto the desk before falling back into the chair. Your chest heaves. You try to sit up but you don't want the cum spilling onto your clothes.

You kick out your leg to tap Dazai. "Get something..to clean me off."

"Give me a ... a moment."

"Now!"

"Okay okay," he starts going through the drawers of the desk until he finds tissues. He moves the chair closer to you and wipes the cum off. "There. You're clean."

Setting the tissues to the side, he grabs his blunt again. "Damn it," he pulls a lighter out of his pocket and lights it again.

You sit up on your elbows looking at him. "How aren't you done with that thing yet?"

He puts his hands on your knees gently pushing your legs apart. "Let me try blowing smoke into your-"

"No!" You immediately close your legs and hear him laugh.

~~

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[voltagesmutter]

Dazai, Mozart, Isaac.

Prompt:  “Say my name,” “Louder,”

Pairing: Dazai, Mozart, Isaac.

Fandom: kemen Vampire

Dazai:

Your date with Dazai had been wonderful, he’d taken you for a stroll around the gardens followed by a picnic full of your favourite snacks and treats. Spending time with him was one of your fondest things to do at the mansion, he was a perfect gentleman. Which was great but also highly frustrating. He’d taken you out a few times now, expressing his fondness to you with flirting and teasing motions, only never going further than kissing you. A few chaste kisses followed by more a passionate glide of his lips with a slip of his tongue into your mouth causing a breathy moan from you. He parted from you leaving your knees weak and ache between your thighs for more. “God damit Dazai,” You huffed, turning in your sheets, even since he kissed you the heat brewing inside you refused to calm down leaving you as Arthur would say ‘a horny mess’. You skirted your hands up your thighs, pushing up your night dress and letting out a slight gasp to feel how wet you were between your legs. You’d not had sex a long time before stumbling into the door, now living in a household of handsome vampires whilst in the beginnings of ‘courting’ one, you had a lot of pent up sexual tension. You let your finger graze your folds, spreading your lower lips before circling you clit and letting a finger dip into you. You gave into your own pleasure, biting your lip to hold your moans, letting yourself indulge in where you knew you liked to be touched best. The heat rose within you, stomach knotting and unexpected “Dazai”, “Dazai more please,” fell from your lips as your orgasm began to take over your body. Just as you was about to hit peak a “Say my name again,” hungrily groaned from the corner causing you to shoot up. Dazai purchased on your window ledge, lust filled eyes fixed on you as he inhaled the scent of arousal in the air, “Louder this time,”. No need for questions of embarrassment, you continued, whimpering his name louder and louder, knowing he was watching you as you came around two fingers with your back arched off the bed. “That's it little dove, let yourself go,” He hums, encaptivated by the way you tense over your own digits, singing for him with your heels pushed into the mattress. 

“Dazai, what are you doing here?” Panting slightly as you recovered, pushing down your nightdress as your sense came flooding back to you. 

“I was taking my nightly stroll when I heard the beautiful crys from my name coming from a certain songbird, and well, I simply couldn’t resist come to see why she was singing,” Smirking as he pushed himself up and strolled to your bed, the mattress dipping as he sat beside you stroking your hair, “You know you shouldn’t leave your bedroom window open, unless you want someone bad like me to enter,”. His hand slowly made its way down your jaw before following the curve of your neck, he hesitated at the hem of your nightgown top before moving his hand down to cup your breast with a nod of your head. He shuffles around to be kneeling between your thighs, spreading them and pushing up your dress to lick his lips hungrily to see your core slick with your release pooling onto the sheets below. “I was trying to be gentlemanly during our date,” His fingers dancing over your thighs before grazing over your clit and pushing one inside you. He pushed another finger into you, watching you once more breathlessly call out his name and for more, “Dazai fuck me… please,”. “But if I’d have known your wanted me to just as much as I want you,” Stripping himself off his clothes, leaning atop of you to press his lips to yours for the first kiss this evening, his cock pressing against you, “I would have fucked you in the garden,”. 

Mozart:

The aphrodisiac should have worn warm off by now, major on emphasis of should. But as you rocked in Mozart’s lap, bringing yourself to another climax and willing for more, the effect of it still clearly pumping through your veins. “Wolf… wolf please,” You whispered, unsure what you were begging for as you fisted his white hair for support, the sound of the piano bench creaking with each and every roll of your hips. “Say it again, meine liebe,” He whispered softly, one hand stroking your lower back before cupping the round of your ass. You whisper his name once more, thighs trembling as you continued to softly rock. Mozart softly whimpering as you tightened more around him, himself nearing his peak for the first time this evening.

A simple slip up of gifts from Arthur to a fellow friend caused you to drink the aphrodisiac bottle, now suffering the effects of it was you. The heat bubbled inside you all morning, Leonardo keeping Arthur far away from you once they discovered the mix up in case he tried anything. Comte demanded you be sent to your room but you assured him you would be fine, you was fine. You was doing really well at just ignoring the surging heat inside you, the dull ache between your thighs until you was alone with your best friend. Mozart. It didn’t help you was madly in love with him anyway but being alone as he softly played for you, whispering sweet words of song as you sat  beside him. It wasn’t until his hand his hand accidentally brushed over yours as you reached for the same key and a shared needing look between you did a spark within you light. The next few minutes were a blur, little words exchanged as you kissed, finding yourself in his lap as you both worked to rid each other of clothes. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage,” You whispered, the wetness pooling between your legs pressing against his naked thigh. “Fraulein, do not fear what you speak,” He cupped your face as he pressed kisses to your jaw, “Your guard maybe down because of Arthur but you know I would never pursue anything to harm you, if you wish for us to stop merely say, if not let me indulge you in what you need, I have want to give you nothing more than the pleasure you desire”. 

“Louder meine liebe, please,” Gentleness in his voice, holding the side of you behind, letting you work yourself to the height of your own pleasure. “Oh-Mozart,” Head buried into his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders as your wrapped your arms around him, his own release hitting just from the way you called his name. He cradled you close with his arms around you, shallowly thrusting as he helped you through your high, gentle kisses pressed to your sweating skin. “Geht es dir gut, meine Liebe?*” His native tongue slipping through as you panted in his arms. “So good wolf… I feel so good,” You hummed nuzzling against his skin, leaving kisses along it. His softening cock still buried in you, arms embracing each other, “If you wish, I’d love to continue this in my room, let me indulge you fully my meine liebe,”. The normal harshness of his persona fades away as he melted into your hold, light lavender eyes staring lovely into yours. “But if you come with me,” He tucked a stay hair behind your ear, “I won’t be able to share you or let you go,”. “Oh wolfie,” You whisper cupping his cheek, “I’ve always been yours,”.

Isaac:

“Say my name” Heat pulsing from Isaac as he pulled your hips back, his words almost drowned out by the sound of skin slapping together. Theo had been teasing you at dinner, getting a little too close for your boyfriends comfort. Isaac deciding the minute he had you alone that he would remind just exactly whose you were. 

“I-Isaac!” Arms collapsing so you rested upon your elbows, hips anchored in place by Isaac's iron grip as he continued to push into you, the bed beneath you creaking with each movement.

“Louder,”.

“Isaac!”.

A growl left your lover, “Louder!”.

“Isaac!” The air in your lungs leaving your body as Isaac pounded into you in a pace that made the bed frame shake, threatening to break. The shunt of the headboard against the wall, a loud slap filling the room as his hand collided against your skin causing you to whimper. Never had Isaac done such an action before, the sudden shock of it causing you to climax instantly, gripping his cock tightly as you compulsed around him. “Oh… oh… oh Isaac!” Tears falling as you came over him, back arching as he drove home with his thrusts, his self control losing with each second. He fucked you brutally through your orgasm, your normally shy lover driven mad by lust as his pace never faulted. A following strangled cry of his name came out as his fangs bit into your shoulder as he leaned over you, a second orgasm blending into your first, a third threatening to happen as he Isaac continued to hit your g-spot, overstimulating you to the point you was seeing white and drooling from your mouth. He continued throughout the night, until “Isaac” was the only world you could form, leaving you mind-blown and boneless. A smirk on the normally reserved physicists face, his claim to you heard loud and clear to the other residents, especially to anyone who dared try to get close to you again. 

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*Are you okay my love

[shadyteacup]

*deep inhale*

SO

I'm back, and that's your problem, so here'e some, idk, many-ish words about Dazai coz I love him and I kin him and it's troublesome that he's also my comfort character, leave me alone, thank you.

Dazai is, imo, just a boy who was too good at reading the room. Yes, bad things happened to him, and that only fueled the situation, making him lonely.

Now, I keep saying on here that I kin him, and I rlly do, so I will be using my own behavior as a reference on here, coz idk what else to compare him to. so please bear with me.

He is too smart. Not smart as in 'he can recite an entire book after one read' or 'he can observe even the minutest of details in under 30 seconds'. No. That kind of smart could be Ranpo, or Senku from dr. stone. Dazai is smart at people.

Now, what do i mean by that?

Dazai can read people easily. He can easily sense their mood, study them and anticipate their reactions to certain stimulants based on their current or day-to-day behavior.

This has been a trait of mine since, well, forever, so I didn't know that most people don't think so much, or don't observe so much, and in most cases, aren't able to observe and/or deduce so much.

This made me lonely. Because i have been observing people, making mental notes about their reactions and how they would react, and what to do/say to get a good/bad reaction out of them, or improve/ruin their mood. And it comes naturally to me, it doesn't take any effort. As a matter of fact, idk how to not do that.

I used to assume that ppl do it too, and used to never explain myself, for I assumed that they could figure me out the way I could figure them out.

That lead to a lot of misunderstandings, and I learnt to portray this fake side of me, that was tailored to get a good reaction or a pleasant mood out of ppl. And I'm not saying I flattered them. LOL no. I would never do that, I have too big an ego myself.

It's just simple alterations, holding back on a few reactions/expressions, saying sm that I don't feel, as sm that I do feel, just to keep them thinking that 'omg she's such a sweet/nice/innocent/lovely/good/selfless/confident person!'. The adjectives depend on whose opinion is being tailored. for eg, if it's like, my teacher, it'd be 'good', 'confident' and maybe 'innocent'. if it was sm1 who mattered to me, say a family member, it'd be 'innocent', 'selfless', and 'good'. you get the gist, yeah?

And that, is exactly my fav brunet.

He studies ppl, he analyses them, he tries to set an image of himself onto them. It's a burden, but he doesn't know any other way to live.

When in the mafia, he had the burden of:

1. Staying alive.

I prefer calling it, 'surviving'. both in a literal and metaphorical sense. He had to ensure that no one would even think of messing with him, coz he knew of his weaknesses, those being his physical strength. We observe throughout the anime, that most of the mafia soldiers (??) (I call them 'suits' coz they're just brainless, hunky men in suits) are much stronger than him.

He was weak. In a physical sense. So he had to be the strongest in everything else, in order to survive. It was almost like an ongoing mission, that would go on till he breathed, and would lead to his demise the moment he stopped playing the part.

He became a master at the art of using the gun, and showed everyone that he could ruin their lives just by thinking. He made it known that things far worse than physical pain exist, and that he can bring them upon whoever dared to cross him. That's how he survived.

Akutagawa was a product of this mission. A failed product.

The above scene was more for the group of men surrounding them, than as a lesson for aku. It was to instill fear into the others, to show them what would happen if they disobeyed his orders and dared to use their own brains. It's psychological manipulation at its best. We can see this in not just how akutagawa turned out to madly respect and adore dazai, but also in how mafiosi and suits much stronger than dazai fear and respect him, even after he left the organization. (chuuya being the only exception lmao. but even he respects and fears dazai a little, albeit, just a little, and he would rather die than say it that out loud.)

2. Going up the ladder

People like Dazai cant stay at a low position for too long, if at all accept one. Coz they know they're smart, and much worthier than the ones higher up on the ladder. He had to play the part of the 'harmless but sharp/useful tool' for those who had an ounce of brain cells in the mafia. eg, Mori.

He gained Mori's trust by portraying himself as a 'suicidal maniac' who absolutely 'abhores' life, and could be used temporarily and not be a bother later, as he might just die any day. He was so convenient for Mori. Think about it. Mori got himself a tool, a sharp and intelligent boy, who he could use for his personal motives and not worry about disposing of off later, as the boy might just succeed in killing himself off, given how smart he is otherwise.

Mori could, therefore, confide in him. Leading to Dazai gaining access to some of Mori's most crucial cards and letting him in on some gr8 blackmail material. And since Mori had chosen to trust(ps, when I say 'trust' and 'mafiosi' in the same sentence, I mean the bare minimum, and not 'full' and 'whole-hearted' trust) him, he had no choice but to keep dazai happy, and that was by making him his right-hand man and getting him up the ladder as quickly as possible.

Now let's talk about ada! Dazai

This guy, although much more relaxed, actually is a lil stressed, albeit not as much as he used to be in the big bad organization of Yokohama.

He seems super lighthearted and jovial and quirky, but a part of it is still an act. He's just exploring his playful side a bit more. But the exaggeration of his suicidal tendencies and the way it has become a comedy in the ada is not unplanned. That's not him. He isn't so obnoxiously loud, and misbehaved. He just does that to curate his fellow colleagues' impressions about him as this 'office clown who hates to work but is useful at times'.

He is constantly searching for his true self, and hoping that someday someone would come around who simply understands him for who he is, minus the layers of pretence he puts up.

That someone was Oda for him. With oda, dazai could be his true self, and not be worried about being judged. That is one of the many reasons why he loved oda so dearly.

Oda was his only true friend. A person who could see through the lies, the forced smiles and snorts. He understood dazai, and that's all that dazai had ever wanted. To be understood, to be seen, and to not have to put effort into curating an impression of himself for the ones trying to perceive him.

Because deep down, he's afraid of people seeing his true personality and judging him. He afraid of being left alone. He's so afraid of being lonely that he has managed to isolate himself from everybody around him. And yet, Oda had managed to crack his walls and see him for who he truly is, and embraced him instead of abandoning him.

That is also why i find comfort in Dazai. Because I assume that since we are so alike, he will be able to understand me for who I am, and appreciate me wholly. But there's the issue of him hating himself, and we are very similar so I fear if he were actually a person in my life, he might end up hating me, but we don't talk about that.

i could also delve deep into dazai's relationship with specific characters, esp Chuuya, but it's nighttime and my eyes are tired, and I've been at this post for.... *checks time*

more than an hour now..

so, my friends, sayonara~

[writer-akihiko]

Hii! If request are open, could I ask the Ikevamp boys with an MC who's a stripper and pole dancer? If theres a character limit could it be with Arthur, Theo, Will and Leo? c:

[NSFW] IkeVamp Boys + MC Stripping For Them

If you are under 18, do not read. This work contains sex and other sexual themes. Please also consider blocking the [#not family friendly] tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Credits to @nafeary and Era from my A3! server for helping with the German and French lines respectively. I wrote the Japanese, Dutch and Italian lines from my own knowledge as my mother tongues. Vlad's lines are in English however. Apologies for that.

The general scenarios describe their reactions to you stripping, not so much the act. There is no character limit, so this is everyone in the game! Tagging @scummy-writes since she wanted to.

Napoleon Bonaparte

"Nunuche… J'ai tellement envie de te toucher…"

He's more than willing to see this little show of yours that you prepared just for him. Mentally however, he wasn't prepared since he didn't know what to expect

He knew of the concept of lingerie, since one day he was taking you to bed and he asked of the modern garment on your body to ensure he didn't ruin it

He loves the elegance of lingerie on you, which reminded him of how aroused he was when he saw the garments fall from your body

He snapped out of it quick, realising you were calling for his attention

Oh, and the way he gave you his instant attention…

You wore a nude shade of lingerie, and a set of stockings with a garter belt to match and Napoleon simply had a feast for his eyes

The Emperor's eyes never left you, but his body was couldn't wait until you were next to him in bed… The act made him more impatient than usual…

Isaac Newton

"Y-YN? Oh… oh my…"

He really hasn't grasped the concept of lingerie, nor the idea of your performance

At first he was unsure, because he didn't want to force anything uncomfortable on you but he relented since it's out of your own will

When you stepped out, Isaac felt his slacks tighten and he shifted, trying to relieve the constraint of his groin

With every exposure of your body from the lingerie, Isaac felt himself turn redder and redder

It was all over for him when you bent over. He let out an accidental moan, and he came, sullying his own slacks

He was embarrassed to say the least, but not as much as the nosebleed he felt when you bent over to check his mess, your breasts very much loose in your bra

There was not much for you to tease, as Isaac's fuse was quickly spent

Well, if anything, your Isaac deserved to be rewarded for enduring such trials~

Arthur Conan Doyle

"That's my YN."

He's keeping his cool when you tell him the details of your performance, but you did become nervous since Arthur said he'd be paying special attention

Arthur himself couldn't wait, even daydreaming about it during his writing

He was behaving, making sure to keep his blindfold on throughout the entire show

Once the blindfold was removed, he grinned at you, taking his sweet time to enjoy the show

As it went on and on, Arthur tried to keep a straight face despite his growing arousal

As if to fluster you, when you made eye contact with him, he winked

It was then you noticed that he had his pants undone…

Dazai Osamu

"ムラムラしてきた… ゆっくり, YN~"

Dazai didn't comprehend how taking off one's clothes could be erotic

After all he had tried to test that theory by trying out in the afternoon when most of the residents were out

It took awhile to get Dazai to calm down and go along with the play

He did take a sneak peek of the lingerie when you had accidentally left it on the bed

Still, it was different when you'd wear it. He was wide eyed, taking in every exposed and covered crevice of you

Dazai enjoyed that he was in control, how you hung on to his every word as you slowly stripped yourself

He was flushed against you, taking in his personal view of you. Oh… he's willing to write all over your body as a reward for such a delicious performance

Theodorus Van Gogh

"Jij hebt een opening en ik heb zin, Hondje."

He was absolutely flattered that his Hondje was willing to do such a thing for him

He couldn't comprehend what lingerie specifically entailed, but he was very eager that day, leaving little kisses in the morning and whispering how he couldn't wait

As an early tease, Theo stripped himself of his shirt beforehand, knowing how much you loved seeing his abs

He wanted to curse at how aroused he got when he intially saw you. You were the best piece of art he'd seen… he'd swear on it

As if the sexual tension wasn't enough, everytime you'd reveal an inch of yourself, you could see Theo licking his lips

All it took was a 'come hither' gesture of his fingers to have you on his lap, continuing your show right there on his lap

Vincent Van Gogh

"Lekker ding…"

He doesn't know how to react to your admittance of wantingn to put on a show for him

He sure was flattered, but he was usually eager to strip you himself

It was a different feeling intially, since he didn't like that someone might see you if they walk in…

But the obscene thoughts took over, and he felt his pants tighten at the fact that you were stripping yourself for his pleasure…

So far, you had teased him by stripping your lower half and your Vincent was flushed for sure

The moment you reached for the strap on your bra, Vincent stopped your hand

He was hard, and couldn't hold it in anymore. He told you there he might lose it then and there if you continued to expose your breasts…

On the chair Vincent sat on, he had left signs of his horny grip for you as he tried to keep his arousal in

Leonardo Da Vinci

"Mi stai facendo morire, cara mia…"

Oh was he down for it. In fact, he was elated to the point you were worried if he might say it in front of others

Leonardo was a patient man with you, not minding how slow or quickly you teased him with your body

After all, he'd planned to paint you, and he wasn't talking about paint colours…

Your sultry moves, the style of lingerie that clung to your body, your scent… oh, he was addicted to you as ever

Leonardo felt himself get excited when you stepped out, thinking about your exposed thighs and how much he wished to sling them over his shoulders…

With every part of you, he had imagines of how he was going to pleasure you. With your back, it was how he was going to leave his love bites

And with the final part of your lower half, he kept thinking about how sore you'd be tomorrow…

Jean D'Arc

"YN? Mon dieu…"

Jean was aware of how much you were a tease to him in bed, so he let his imagination run wild of what you'd be like when doing it…

He was actually anxious, fearing he might pass out if the image of you was too erotic…

To his surprise, the lingerie on you was modest, but the fact that you were stripping it off for him…

He felt himself come at the thought of it, but his eyes were glued to you, unable to focus on anything else

Oh, the use of his stamina was the only thing that could possibly push him over the edge to pleasure you

The modest coverings fell from your body as if you were an angel, coming to release him of his lustful desires…

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

"So… arousingly enchanting, Veilchen…"

Mozart thought you meant it as a joke, after all, something couldn't be so scandalous right?

He couldn't wrap it around his head throughout the day, and in the end, his eyes were wrapped in your stockings as a blindfold…

He gave a hard gulp, just wondering what you'd be wearing at this instance

Finally the blindfold was lifted, but Mozart was more than eager to put it back on just by how scandalous you looked…

It didn't help that he was imagining what his face might feel just against that cleavage of yours… Oh he was staring indeed…

The show made him appreciate more of your body, fueling his desire to give his undivided attention to those parts

He was ashamed that he got aroused so easily, shying away from each and every crevice that you exposed

Sebastian/Akihiko Satou

"すごいきれい… やばい~"

Sebastian knew what you meant. Much to his experience, he'd never seen an act similar

It only added to his anticipation you could say. Of course, that is without teasing you, or perhaps he could give you some tips?

He didn't anticipate it nor ignore it. It is your show and his focus was on you and you only

The sight of you running your hands over your breasts… He loosened his tie the moment the you popped the swell of your breast out of the bra

He couldn't handle the teasing to an extent. If you didn't touch him in the next second, he might just release himself in his pants

He was a blushing mess by the end of it. You certainly make him feel things, and the night certainly wouldn't be over with that…

Comte Saint Germain

"Ma cherie… Comme tu m'excites…"

Comte knew what he was signing up for when he bought you that set of lingerie just for you

In fact, he was anticipating the moment you'd offer such a show to him

He prepared himself, making sure to wear the scent of his that you love so much

He also deliberately set the mood with some candles, hoping it'd enhance your show

You started slow, drawing your lover's gaze as you took the effort to show how the set looked on you in every single angle

Comte could feel himself getting riled up, but he didn't mind. He wanted to see the show more to the end rather than focus on his own

He'd want to watch you strip any time any day, but he might have to relieve the tension between you two before a round 2

William Shakespeare

"My flesh stays no further reason but rising at thy name YN~"

Oh, the intense thoughts he had once seeing the garment sent to his home! How delightful, to relish in your very being

For as much as you tried to start the show, William was all too curious. He wouldn't stop showering you in praises

It was too much for someone like William to sit still. He wanted to ravish you, to touch you. It honestly made him more eager to have you in his bed…

The anticipation got to him, as he shifted his words to how you made him feel and how aroused he got

It was no easy show for you, but your William was finally happy to have you as bare as you could be, over his lap and ready to take him

Vlad

"You please me so, YN."

Vlad wasn't excited on the notion that you had to commission something from Comte, but those thoughts went quickly by when he learnt that it was for his benefit instead

You may have snuck around for the much more comfortable sheets, knowing what was to come for the night

Vlad was more than shocked seeing your initial appearance… and then the show went on

He never knew that you could move your body like that

He'd like it much more if you were on his lap, moving as erotically as you did

He wasn't as excited from the show as much as the aspect of having you naked in his arms

Maybe, if it excited you too, he'd strip himself for you

Johann Georg Faust

"YN, du geile Sau…"

His Versuchkaninchen wants to please him? Why, this was certainly a first…

He had promised not to tease you for the night, but he was more than intrigued by the perspective of you revealing yourself for him

He's definitely impressed by the skills of his YN, licking his lips at every turn of your hips

To have you on his lap while in that lingerie… it's a dream for him

If you didn't make this man crazy for you, you had another thing coming

Faust was going to ensure that you didn't have a night's rest after that little show

Charles Henri Sanson

"J'ai envie de toi, YN~"

Charles thought of the worse aspect of it, which is that he has to stop himself from touching you

He was touch deprived as much as he is, but he also didn't want to ruin your little show

He got excited whenever you would appear on top of him, but gosh he was itching to touch you so…

He'd moan just at the sight of you taking it off, the way you'd bent over him…

He was losing it, and he was losing it bad. He was all yours, he was prepared to rip every inch of cloth off of you

Charles pounced on you the moment the show was over, littering his kisses all over your naked body, muttering about he'd make you stay in bed with him the entire night…

[leonardhoee]

Yelling about vampire men again...

PLS SIR YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOURE DOING TO ME

I WILL NEVER STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS PIC LIKE DEAR GOD WHO ALLOWED HIM TO POSE LIKE THAT DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT ITS DOING TO ME OMFG. LIKE FIRST OF ALL LOOK HOW PRETTY HE IS I CANT. AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIS H I P S PLSSS I SWEAR IM NOT A WHORE BUT I WILL BE IF HE KEEPS LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT

BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK

@nad-zeta I know he’s your mans I am respectfully looking 👁👁

AND THIS ONE???? LEO???

SIR THE ABS. THE BELT. THE TONGUE. I DONT EVEN HAVE WORDS IM JUST

AAAAJSHXGSYABSKDJXISSHSYGSYSBSIXHSUXKFIDHXUDJRJXUDOENDIXUDIDHSYWJDNDIXHDIFMCIXUEIDHWYIERNCOEHWISHDIDJXVSGAYWIROFCUEIEIXHXTVRBRYSUEBRKTOVUEHXIFKFOTKDOHEOXUCUGGORHEUDJXOEBSUXIFORBWIAK LEO I CANT POSSIBLY LOVE YOU ANY MORE OMFG

IF SEX WAS A PICTURE IT WOULD BE THIS DONT @ ME

Yes I’m screaming into a pillow. What about it

AND DAZAI

DAZAI SIR THE THIGHS.

THE T H I G H S

THE FUCKING THIGHS

HELLO?? HEART??? YOU STILL ALIVE????

[ikevamp-shrine]

D J O X W with Dazai

Thank you for requesting.❤

Abcs are closed. Requests are closed. Letters to a suitor are closed. Match up are closed.

D = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- Makes it his personal mission to make you squirt, however and with whatever that may be.

- Just loves to see your entire body shuddering in anticipation when he kneels before you.

- Laughs at the broken moan that emits from you; pushing the vibrator harder against you as he stuffs a dildo even further into you, observing with sharp eyes at how you stretch.

- His brows furrow in concentration when he sees you start to curl in on yourself; an orgasm nipping at your heels. Suddenly his entire mood flips, the only thing on his mind is to see you scream.

- Quickly easing the toy from your heat and replacing the emptiness with his hard cock making your head spin at the sudden change of pace. His fingers rubbing in tight circular motions as the head of his arousal abuses your insides, making your jaw go slack.

- Unbashful in every action; his eyes glowing with an amused pride as each of your limbs tremble below him.

- A low grunt leaving him at how tightly you squeeze his member. A shit-eating grin plastered on his face at the rush of warm liquid sliding down his legs, staining his stomach, and soaking you completely.

- His voice low and edged with a humorous tone, “Oh my, I think that’s more than last time…”

J = jackoff (masturbation headcanon)

- Likes to edge himself, taking it to extremes, withholding for days by finding a secluded corner and just parting the folds of his dressings to fist himself in a solid grip.

- Thumbing once over the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum across his skin as his head falls back and fangs prick the fatty flesh of his lip.

- Stopping right before the pressure in his stomach snaps, a frustrated groan slicing through the air as he tells himself “one more day.”

- Does not do just ‘one’ more day.

- And when he finally does allow himself release, he has to be laying down because the shocks of pleasure are so intense it brings him to his knees.

- His mouth parts in a silent moan, tears slipping past his eyes, leaving stains on his cheeks while his skin explodes in a blush and shivers.

- Dazai’s overstimulated sobs shifting through the air when he can finally catch his breath, yet his hand does not stop until his forearm is trembling with exertion.

- Most of the others can tell when this happens by how he oh so slowly climbs through the window as if he is too sore to even breath.

- Limps for a few hours afterwards.

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- While he does love seeing you go down on him, there is nothing more satisfying than seeing your body arch, nipples harden, and mouth part in pleasure from between your legs

- Catlike yellow eyes never breaking eye contact as his tongue slithers, lapping at your sex, cleaning your skin of his cum

- Sucking hard with the mission of making you get louder and louder

- only coming up for air to let spit drip from his lips so he can shove his fingers deeply within you, moaning at the slick heat encasing his digit, his chest flexing deliciously

- kissing your ankle when he suddenly grabs one leg to hold it high in the air, his hand moving so quickly it sends splatters of your arousal over his chest

- each pump and curl of his wrist causing the pad of his finger to rub just perfectly against your insides

- Laughs while you come, mumbling about how many more times you can do it as his internal count raises once more

X = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

- He doesn’t look it, due to his clothing being so loose, but he is very muscular being a close second when compared to Leo, Napoleon, and Theo

- Broad shoulders and firm breasts perfect for lifting you up and holding you in the air as he has his way with you

- Almost constantly has ink on his hands from writing

- He likes dipping the pad of his finger in the ink so he can smear it across your skin where you can’t see so it stains and leaves a mark he placed

- He has surprisingly long nail beds that makes you jealous sometimes

- And his skin is almost always covered in fading bruises from hitting the ledge of a window too hard or slipping off a tree limb

- Has barely any hair around his member from trimming it so often (likes the way his skin seems even more sensitive at the lack of hair)

- Has an average sized shaft, wider at the base with a scar right above his pelvic area- won’t tell you where he got it from and he always makes up some crazy story when you ask

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

- He is a fan of naughty… endeavors… in public

- The rush of adrenalin at getting caught makes him high with excitement

- Comes up behind you, gripping your wrist to put your palm over his sex while you’re doing chores

- Whispering, “do you feel how hard I am?” voice gravelly and edged with something primal

- Will grind against your hold on his pulsating cock, nuzzling his face in your neck as his arms wrap around your waist

- His fingers tracing the soft plush of your stomach, the others slowly sliding down to your heat, tapping, barely touching you until you whimper and throw your head back against his shoulder

- His pants and little hah, hah, hahs making a shiver run down your spine

- He’ll groan and grab your wrist again, stopping you right before he tumbles into the sea of pleasure to tease himself

- A whiney ‘fuck’ on his lips as he pushes your hair aside to kiss your nape, climbing through the window without a sound

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