#ikevamp faust smut

[yanderepuck]

I'M BACK BABY

The amount of time I restarted this fic is insane. It was going to be Isaac, realized Faust fit better, but Isaac deserves smut but he'd be so ooc. So here we are with Faust, it's still a little ooc but you can deal.

Anyway. It's a modern au. I don't wanna give away the plot twist but the ending is funny. Trust me

You lay in bed, swiping on your phone. Swiping left on guy after guy after guy. Why is there no one cute in your area? Where did they all go for summer break?

You finally get to a guy that makes you stop. You look through his pictures. Wow he's hot. A little older than you but you're looking for a hook up, so what does that matter. You barely think twice about swiping right. You don't match immediately and so you swipe through some more guys before eventually falling asleep.

The next morning when you wake up, you start going through your notifications. Most of them are unimportant and clear them. You see that you have a match and a message.

You open it to see that it's the guy you liked last night. Johann. He sent you a message, you're sure it's some cheesy pick up line and you aren't wrong.

'That outfit of yours is cute, but it would be much better on my floor.'

You can't help but chuckle a little. It might be early but you're okay with starting the day with some flirting.

'You'd look much better on me instead.'

You continue to go through your phone, seeing what you missed before you get out of bed and start going about your day.

It was a few hours later before you got a reply. You honestly weren't expecting anything in return. Most guys want something that night and by morning are over it and unmatched.

But instead you got a message.

'I know something else of mine that would look good on you~'

You think for a moment before figuring out what to send back.

'Your lips can go where they want. But I think your hands would make a pretty necklace'

Then the messages come faster and by late afternoon you are doing nothing but flirting with each other.

'Why don't you come over tonight so we can actually have some fun~'

You pause. Do you really want to go straight to his house? You know nothing about him. You can't even say you've talked to him for a day, you've just been flirting. Would that be safe?

That's what you would be thinking if the two of you didn't start exchanging nudes an hour ago. Seeing his erect cock got you feeling a type of way. A good type of way.

Damn you're so needy. You've been lonely for just a little too long to think of any consequences and agree to his offer. You couldn't have him come to your place. It's small.. and a disaster. You clearly look like a broke college student.

You look up the address he sent you to see what the area looked like. It seemed nice. It was a nice house, and pretty close to you.

'I'll be over soon~'

You change your clothes into something nicer looking and head over.

It didn't take long for you to be knocking on his front door. You are standing on the porch a little nervous. Hook ups are nothing new to you, but you really hope he's as hot as he is in his photos.

The door opens and a tall man opens the door. That's him alright. Wow he's hotter in real life.

"...damn you're hot."

"I could say the same thing about you," he pulls you inside, closing the door behind you. You can't believe you said that out loud.

"Did you find the place alright?" he already has an arm around you.

"Yeah," you slip your shoes off, immediately shrinking a few inches. You look back up at him. Damn. How is he hotter now that your shorter?

With your head up he kisses you. You came for a reason, and it wasn't to necessarily get to know each other. Maybe each other's bodies, but if you don't learn a thing about the other by the end of the night that's fine.

You kiss him back, which only causes him to kiss you harder. You moan and turn your body to face him. As your hands went up his shirt to feel him, his hands went behind you to grab your ass.

Encouraging him, you press your body against him. In a swift motion he picks you up, keeping a firm grip on your ass. Your arms move to hold onto him by his shoulders while your legs wrap around his waist.

As he carries you to his bedroom, you take the opportunity to try to get some moans out of him by kissing his neck.

Just as he started to moan for you he drops you on his bed, immediately taking his shirt off.

"Is there anything I shouldn't do to you?" He tossed his shirt to the side

You almost don't hear him. How did you luck out with a guy so hot. Since you don't answer he leans down, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him.

"If you don't answer I'll just use you how I like."

You feel your cheeks flush. Oh god. That's a dream. But maybe you shouldn't agree to that since you have just met him.

"Make me your personal fuck toy."

Definitely not what you should have said.

He smirks and lets you go. "That's what I like to hear."

You quickly start taking your shirt off. Once it's over your head he pushes you onto your back and starts to yank your pants down to your ankles. You move further back onto the bed and slip out of your underwear.

As you are taking your bra off you hear his belt being undone. Something about that sound gets you excited. With your bra to the side he gets on top of you, grabbing your hands so that he can tie your wrists together with his belt.

He does it so quickly that you swear he does this all the time. He sets his glasses to the side before going further down on the bed, almost laying down.

As your legs are being spread open you look down, seeing his face between your thighs. With your legs over his shoulders, you get a good glimpse of his bright green eyes before you shut yours with a gasp.

His tongue slid its way into you. You were already wet with anticipation but now you are leaking into your tongue. He's treating you as a meal, lapping you up and getting his tongue as deep in you as he possibly can.

It isn't long before you're squirming. His hands grip your hips tightly, keeping you down on the bed. He nibbles you a bit, teasing you with teeth. Feeling you jump only causes him to do it again. Your thighs try to close, as if you want him to stop, but you really don't want it to end.

Letting go with one hand, he starts to rub your clit, going in circles.

"Ahh-hh no!" You moan louder and squirm in a way that it seems like you are trying to roll over. Once he starts rubbing you, it doesn't take much to cover his tongue in your cum.

You try to look down at him, to catch a glimpse of his eyes. When you make contact with his, he looks like he's going to go feral. This is what you wanted after all.

"If you're going to be my fuck toy, let's flip you over."

He doesn't give you the option to roll over yourself. He sat up, grabbed you, and flipped you himself. You could help but moan. He even moved you so that your ass was in the air.

His hands grabbed your ass and rubbed it roughly, getting you to moan again. You could feel his hard tip pressed against you and whined. You've been waiting for this all day and now he's right there. You try to move back to get him to slip inside.

He chuckles. "Well I'd you're that eager."

He smirks and pushes his whole length inside you. He was going to ease himself in, but since you're so impatient.

"Ahh-!"

You bury your face into the bed and pull at your restraints.

"Don't be shy now."

He reaches up, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling it back.

"I want to hear what kinds of noises my new toy makes."

His voice is in a low growl, though your moans it can be hard to hear but each word gets you wetter.

His hips pull back before snapping back into you, getting you to yelp.

"Good girl," he praises you as he starts to thrust into you at a regular pace, making sure his full length enters you. "You're so tight and yet you can fit all of me," he pulls your hair more to hear you yell.

You try to prop yourself up on your tied up hands as he pulls your hair more and more.

"And you just keep getting wetter," he teased, his cock being able to slide in and out of you faster.

He doesn't seem to hold back with how hard he thrusts into you. One hand isn't enough to keep your hips in place and your legs start slipping.

Faust lets your hair go, making you fall forward. Without losing momentum, he fixes your hips and presses down on your upper back, forcing your face into the bed.

Your hair is in your face, your hot breath hitting you back. Your body is squirming again. With your hips at a new angle his cock is hitting a new spot, getting you to cum again nearly immediately.

"You're a perfect toy," he grunts a little, still going despite you tightening around him. "You take me with no complaints," he pushes you down harder as he pounds into you rougher.

"Ungh-ahhh! F-fuck!" You pant, barely able to get out words.

He feels himself starting to get closer, but he stays in you for as long as he can. His thrusts are getting out of rhythm. Finally he pulls out of you, making a trail of cum down your back.

He tries to catch his breath for a moment before helping you lay your body flat on his bed so that he can grab something to clean you up.

As he steps away you try to push your hair out of your face. In a few moments your back is cleaned, your hands are freed, and you're laying there with your head on his chest.

~~

For the rest of the summer your hook ups became nearly a regular thing. You don't plan on keeping it once the summer ends so you don't end up getting to know each other much. You're there for a hook up, no strings attached.

Or so you thought.

Your college classes start again. It's the first week of the semester and you're looking over your schedule.

"Ugh. My schedule is awful. I already can't wait for this to be over."

You head to your next class. It's a lecture hall. You already know it's going to be one you're going to fall asleep in.

You walk into the class and look for a place to sit when you look at the front to get a look at the teacher.

Shit. No. He can't possibly be the teacher.

"Johann?"

Faust looks up from the papers he's looking at to see who called his name and makes eye contact with you.

"Shit."

~~~

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @fang-and-feather @xalxtusxiao @namine-somebodies-nobody @ana-thedaydreamer @evil-quartett @ameyoruakiikemenseries @yrenesposts @tele86 @damekathearasi @lokis-laugh @candied-boys @breadmercury @aquagirl1978 @xenokiryu @nightghoul381 @vampiricpancake @lulu-the-smol-floof @tako-cafe @floydsteeth

[faustianfascination]

feeling not thinking

Kinktober 5. Pussy/Cockdrunk | Double Penetration

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[weirdwriter69]

Teaser for Faust x MC x Charles smut

(I am not ready to post the whole fic just yet, but I want to give y'all a teaser.)

His seafoam green eyes widen in shock, but his gaze softens once he processes the situation. “I always wandered when you and Docteur would let me join in on the fun”.

His hand spring into action as he slowly reaches up for your breasts and gives you a gentle kiss, but you pull back and push him down on the window ledge. You whine, “You don’t understand. I need you to fuck me now".

You place yourself on his lap; you feel his budge growing. You rub against him. He scoffs, “Faust told me you were a needy slut, but I didn’t think you would be this much of a needy bitch”.

He quickly snatches your panties from under your skirt and flicks them across the hallway before he undoes his belt and fly. Just as he was getting his dick out, you whimper into his ear. “Such a whore” he teases you, “Fine, you can ride me.”

[cherryxblossxms]

Hmm I'm really intrigued by Faust and Vlad so dealers choice for D and V (or both of them if you want~)

Ugh Faust my beloved 💙 Vlad is very interesting to me but he's still strange to consider as a suitor for some reason?? But I'll give him a try, thank you!

(Writing this as I'm like midway in Faust's route, so if some stuff is dead wrong, we'll pretend it isn't~)

Faust

D for Dirty (How do they dirty talk? What do they say?)

He has this horribly sexy combination of praise and degradation that he uses on you in bed, and it feels practically sinful how good it hears out of his lips. He makes sure you know how naughty you're being, whether it's pointing out the noises you're making (and then doing something to purposefully draw them out), commenting on your expressions, or describing your body's reactions to his loving attention.

But no matter how dirty he makes you out to be, he also makes you feel like you're the perfect being to him because of it. Calling you his dirty little angel, telling you how lovely you look so debauched and positively sinful you seem. He makes a lot of threats promises about the things he'll do to you, and you can bet that he definitely follows through... To be clear, despite how dirty he might make you feel, he ensures you feel cherished too and that he's right down in that dirtiness with you.

V for Voyeur (What do they like to watch their partner do?)

I think he'd be into mirror sex, so he'd enjoy watching your reflection in the mirror as you try riding him. In general, he likes seeing you work for your pleasure, if he's feeling particularly sadistic.

Going off that same sadistic personality he tends to have, he likes to see you try to take charge in the bedroom. Not that he doesn't mind being in charge normally, he just likes to see you fluster as you try to turn the tables on him and rile him up. Don't get it wrong, anything you do does work on him, he's susceptible to your loving no matter how clumsy or inexperienced it may be, and it's your willingness to try that means the most to him. But he may laugh a little at your expense, unfortunately.

Vlad

D for Dirty (How do they dirty talk? What do they say?)

He's a bit of a tease in bed, but for the most part, he will be very sweet with his words. Calling you gorgeous, handsome, beautiful, treasure, the light of his life — he is the cheesy lover that almost makes you feel embarrassed lol.

He's also possessive, and that comes out in his words in bed. He'll be sure that you understand that you are his, that no one else can have you now, he simply won't allow it. Your noises belong to him, your expressions, the softness of your skin, your sweet lifeblood... Relating to the descriptors above, most of it will be preluded with "my", like "my lovely", "my light", etc. He will give you all the pleasure you could ask for so that you never want to leave, and he's also your protector; and given how long your romance was in the making, he'll fight the Devil himself before he ever gives you up.

V for Voyeur (What do they like to watch their partner do?)

He loves to see you in the throes of passion, eyebrows furrowed and eyes burning with lust and pleasure. He gets a little addicted to your facial expressions when you cum for him, and it may lead to him overstimulating you just to see you make the same expressions again. You can bet if he had a camera, he'd take photos of you during sex or immediately after, when you're still trying to catch your breath, body twitching as you come down from your high. He also likes taking photos of his cum on/in you, too, proof of his loving on your skin, along with all the little markings he leaves on you.

[moonstruckmelancholic]

Rebis

Had this rolling around in my head for a couple of days and fancied getting it out. Excuse me while I go to horny jail.

FYI, haven't written anything smutty for ages so hopefully it's not terrible.

Ikemen Vampire: Faust x Reader 18 + #NSFW

choking, religious themes, bondage Faust gets a dose of his own medicine, and surprisingly it's to his taste...

The control was an illusion, the silken ropes binding his wrists to the bed would be easy enough to break with his vampiric strength so it was by choice that he was letting himself be restrained, but the temptation to rip them off and take back the reigns of this experiment was painfully strong, it would be a simple feat. However, he promised he would indulge his versuchskaninchen and despite his taste for control, seeing her astride him, baring her fangs at him and playing at predator was more stimulating than he had imagined.

His eyes slowly wandered up and down her form, taking in every curve, every detail - no matter how many times he saw her nude, skin flushed and glowing, hair cascading wildly over her form, lips darker and eyes blown in lust, it never got old. He is certain that he noticed something new every time, tonight’s discovery was the subtle but sadistic glint as she looked down upon him, perhaps a mirror of his own when he gazes down at her. Hungry and desperate to be sated.

He wasn’t one to care for deities but he fancied that perhaps tonight she was his personal goddess and he wanted to pray to her, worship her, revere her with every part of his being even if that meant being her toy. Although, her game of bringing him to the edge of sanity then refusing to let him fall off the cliff was beginning to become excruciating, especially now as he felt her rub her cunt along the tip of his sensitised cock. He couldn’t even enjoy the sight of it as hands were wrapped around his throat making his head stay on the pillow while her eyes bore into his, the force of her grip was surprising, her gaze more so. Hypnotic almost.

He felt high off the mix of restricted movement, oxygen and painful pleasure, reality long slipping away and only her eyes, her body anchoring him to any sense of the earthly. Slowly she rolled her hips, letting wet folds graze along his tip, dragging him closer to bliss but not allowing him to actually enter her divine body. He was content to be a sinner, but right now he would do anything for absolution and relief.

“You look good like this Johann, like you were made to be underneath me” she purred releasing the grip on his neck allowing the air to flow back into his lungs. Stilling her hips again and pulling her warmth away from his, the cold air a stark reminder of the sudden loss, another denial. It was somewhat amusing to have his own sadism thrown back at him, he couldn’t help but laugh “Perhaps I’ve been too much of a corrupting influence on you my love, you look positively fiendish right now” he said admiringly, wanting more than anything to touch her cheek and kiss everywhere his lips can reach, but the snug ropes prevented him.

Thankfully, his goddess rewarded him with a taste of her lips, opening to allow their tongues to dance together, mixing their taste into something whole, something perfect. The thirst burnt his throat, all he could think about was wanting to drink the blood from her delicate neck and the water pouring from between her legs; although there was a little voice in the back of his mind saying it still wouldn’t sate him. To think, the terrified prey he’d cornered all those months ago had this kind of voracious, lewd appetite. What a surprising development indeed.

Now it was her hands clawing over his skin and her mouth leaving vibrant red bite marks all over him. Charles would comment on the state of his neck at breakfast, he could just hear it now because even without seeing it he could feel the mess she’d made of him, it was throbbing in places where her teeth had been. He was impressed. The bites would look deeply inappropriate with his clerical collar too, as much as he found the thought of taking confessions in this state amusing, he also had no real desire to explain the mechanics of life to the children who would of course come into play, notice and ask about it. Or he could just say he was attacked by a vampire, the irony of the lie would be delightful.

“What has you so distracted?” Her voice cutting through Faust’s unintentional reverie. Straining his neck he took in the view of her lips hovering over his abdomen “if you’re finding my attention lacking, I can always leave you to entertain yourself” she smirked lifting her lips from him and settling herself beside him, ghosting her fingers across his abs. “Forgive me mistress for I have sinned” Faust pleaded, his voice laced with desperation as his body ached for her. His body arched of its own accord looking for more touch, more heat, anything to quench the thirst ripping his sanity to shreds.

She lifted herself over him, straddling his middle so he could feel her cunt, hot, wet and wanting leaving her fluid over his torso. It was like being marked. Bringing her face to him, eyes never leaving his, she lent down for what he thought was a kiss only to be rewarded with a sharp pain through his bottom lip.

She bit him, she actually bit his lip. Not enough to make him bleed but how the tables had turned, his shock giving way to amusement. Yes, they really were made for each other.

She moved, settling her thighs either side of his head. Her cunt hovering over his face filling his nose with sweetness and musk “Show penitence lamb and perhaps you’ll be forgiven” came her voice as she lowered herself onto him. He dove into his penitent act diligently, using his nose to rub against her clit while burying his tongue deep into her as fast as he could. He was desperate to cast aside his bindings and use his fingers to open her up for him, lavish attention on every little piece of her but for now he’d have to be content with burying his face as deep as he could, diving as far as possible. Her waters poured over his face as she rode his mouth, dripping down his neck; he could feel every twitch and shiver, how her body urged his contact further. Her walls fluttering around his tongue, sight, smell, touch, vision, everything was filled with her and deeper he was being drawn in. This prayer was the most truthful one he’d ever managed. Her voice filled the air, the moans of his name paired with the creaking bed made for the most beautiful music could think of, choirs of angels be damned. This was heaven, right here between her legs, this was his salvation.

There, he could feel it. The juddering beginning to take her hips, the tone of her voice pitching higher, she was reaching her peak and he was determined to push her over. Then, before he even quite realised it she lifted away from him, her warmth replaced but cool and feeling rather bereft of her touch. He’d speculated on it over the night, but now it confirmed that it wasn’t just his orgasm being denied, but she was saving hers too.

“You did well lamb, you have earned not only forgiveness, but a reward” she whispered in his ear after taking her place back astride him. She brought her index finger to her mouth, gently sucking upon it in a way that made his cock throb. Removing in only to run it down her body and slide it between her legs, into her. Giving herself a fleeting touch, but enough to bring it out slick with her. She took the digit and used it to anoint his forehead. He thought fucking her over the alter had been sacrilege.

“Open your mouth Johann” she commanded and he did as he was compelled. She took the finger back between her legs, bringing it back slicker and gently dipped it into his mouth, running it along his teeth till she found he fangs. It only took light pressure on the pad of her finger but her blood began to flow for him. She moaned as the pleasure of the bite washed over her already aroused body and he got drunk off the little taste she gave him. Her blood, mixed with her arousal, fuck, it was almost too much to take but as he lost himself in drinking she sunk onto his cock. The sudden burst of pressure and pleasure made them both moan in unison, he bucked his hips instinctively forcing her off balance.

Her finger vanished from his mouth but before he could complain she adjusted and drew him deeper. He hissed at the sensation, and threw back his head as she began to set and unexpectedly harsh pace. Nails dug into his chest and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room, he could feel her arousal pouring onto his balls. Faster, harder, her heart was thundering over him, her body slamming into his. Hot, so very hot was her body gripping onto his, her walls squeezing his cock every time she took him deeper. He couldn’t stand to lose the feeling so he bucked, chasing her warmth, chasing that closeness. She sung his name, moaning louder and louder, echoing through the room and probably to Vald and Charles’ ears thanks to their sensitive hearing. The idea of their exhibition winding him up further; he wanted to make it clear, she was his, it was his name she moaned in the highs of pleasure. She called for him, not for God, him.

“Break them Johann, cast aside your constraints” she pleaded, tears of pleasure slipping from her eyes. He didn’t need much encouragement, the silken ropes breaking with little effort. His freed hands going straight to her hips, taking control of the pace. He felt it, her walls beginning to convulse. She was going to hit her high soon and he wanted to push her into it quickly, he wanted to make her feel so much pleasure it begun to be painful. That would be his revenge.

As her cunt trembled more, he took his thumb and pressed it into the oversensitive bundle of nerves at her apex, the force on the border between pleasure and pain, sending her into bliss. She collapsed onto him, liquid pouring from her, breath shaky and he took the opportunity to switch their positions. He wasn’t far off himself, an evening of denial causing him to fuck her roughly, sinking his fangs into her neck. Pleasure hit her again, she wrapped her legs around as waist as tightly as she could and held on for dear life as he let himself go feral.

Everything was her, her body pressed into him, her blood filling his mouth making him drunk on the taste, her warmth melting him. He was filling her, as she was filling him. Everything else was gone, she was all that was left, she was his completion.

His climax hit him hard and felt like it went on forever, she fell back over the edge too. Two bodies, became one beast with two backs, breath flowed from one set of lungs to another. Their eyes locked together, and there was peace.

In the stillness that followed, the warm candle light fell across their forms, morphing and altering them, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. An erotic rebis created; the harmonious union of opposites, the sun and moon, quicksilver and sulphur as one.

One body falling into sleep.

[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.

[writingwhimsey]

400 Follower Celebration

In the poll you guys voted for HC prompts. And since my last follower celebration was fun, I thought I would do something similar. So I have a list of Fluff HC prompts. Smut/NSFW HC prompts, and crack HC prompts.

Rules: Select a prompt and up to three suitors for the prompt.

Suitor options:

ikesen: all suitors except Kicho (still haven't read his route and I don't feel like I have a grasp on his character)

ikevamp: Comte, Leonardo, Napoleon, Motzart, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Jean, Vlad, Faust, and Charles

ikepri: Leon, Chev, Clavis, Jin

Prompts

Fluff:

Suitor react to MC/reader telling them she's pregnant

Suitor takes care of sick MC/reader

Suitor reacts to MC/reader making their favorite dish

Suitor plans birthday party for MC/reader

Suitor as dad

Suitor reacts to seeing MC/reader as bride on wedding day

Suitor and MC/reader getting ready for a date together

Suitor and MC/reader cooking together

How suitor would propose

Suitor reacting to MC/reader playing with their hair

Free Space (any other fluffy prompt you would like)

Crack Prompts:

MC/reader makes suitor wear "pregnancy" belly to see what it's like

Suitor reacts to MC/reader pranking them

Suitor pranks MC/reader

Suitor reacts to MC/reader bringing home unusual pets

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's terrible cooking

Free Space (any funny/crack HC you would like)

Smut/NSFW prompt:

Suitor finds MC/reader's "toy"

Suitor reacts to MC/reader in a bikini

Suitor's favorite position

Suitor's kink

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's kink (pick whatever kink you would like)

Suitor reacts to MC/reader domming them

Suitor reacts to MC/reader wanting to be tied up

Suitor reacts to MC/reader asking to be bred

Suitor's reaction to MC/reader teasing them in public

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's fantasy (you pick the fantasy)

Free space (any NSFW HC)

Hope you guys enjoy and we can all have some fun with this! Any questions, just let me know! And seriously, thank you all for your support! I am looking forward to having more fun with you guys!

Taglist and a few others who might be interested: @zulablaise @limonzu @kisara-16 @tele86 @lovely-bubb1es

@otomewonderland @lucyw260 @selenacosmic @bjorkshire-pudding @eventinelysplayground

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978 @lettheratsin @atinyliliflower @venulus

@mllorei @fang-and-feather

If I have tagged you and you don't want to be let me know and I'll remove the tag. Just tagging some people who have supported me :)

edited to fix the tagging issue! Thank you to @mllorei for telling me how to fix it!

[aquagirl1978]

Ask WIP Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

oh dear god i have so many wips...

candelight - charles (ikevamp)

butterfly - ellis (ikevil)

crossed paths - ring (ikevil)

jealousy - william (ikevil)

don't look at anyone - darius (ikevil)

fairy tale - william (ikevil)

one thousand and one nights - chevalier (ikepri)

don't cry - gilbert (ikepri)

a whiter shade of pale - gilbert (ikepri)

random smut - maybe roger (ikevil)

i will wait - kagari (ikepri)

more random villain smut (ikevil)

not feeling well - leon (ikepri)

love drunk - vlad (ikevamp)

hidden notes - chevalier (ikepri)

one year - kicho (ikesen)

come undone - rio (ikepri)

no illusions - alfons (ikevil)

dance in rain - william (ikevil)

i saw red - william (ikevil)

love letter - chevalier (ikepri)

where's my love - roderich (ikepri)

confession - faust (ikevamp)

betrayal - william (ikevil)

head over heels - jin (ikepri)

masquerade - gilbert (ikepri)

pardon me - keith (ikepri)

thank you @wistfulwanderingone for tagging me in this game - i'm not even going to tag anyone because i don't know this many people to tag 😭

[ikeromantic]

Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

Suitors:

Arthur Conan Doyle

Masterlist of Arthur Fics

Charles Henri Sanson

None YET

Comte de Saint-Germain

Masterlist of le Comte Fics

Isaac Newton

Master list of Isaac Fics

Jean d'Arc

Guarded/Jean/Fluff  

Johann Georg Faust

MC has a bad day and Faust comforts her in his own way

Leonardo da Vinci

Masterlist of Leonardo Fics

Mozart

Masterlist of Mozart Fics

Napoleon Bonaparte

Masterlist of Napoleon Fics

Osamu Dazai

None YET

Sebastian

Childhood Crush - MC reunites with Sebas, fluff and light angst

Coffee/Sebastian/Spicy     

Theodorus Van Gogh

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

[klutzyroses]

Hold Me Tight Series💖- Ikemen Vampire

"Y/N, is feeling overwhelmed with sadness, anger, loneliness or just feeling emotional. The watchful eyes of her beloved take notice and decide to shower her with affection in his own way."

💖

I decided to start a series of short comfort stories involving the IkeVamp suitors with an emotional reader who needs a bit of love and comfort. This is my first attempt at this so....

The participants will be all 17 suitors, meaning (in no particular order):

Napoleon 🦅

Mozart 🎹

Leonardo💤

Arthur🔎

Vincent 🎨

Isaac 🍎

Theo 🖼

Jean🗡

Shakespeare🖋

Comte⏳️

Dazai🎏

Sebastian 📓

Vlad🍓

Faust🧪

Charles🧁

Galileo💫

Drake⚓️

💖

There will be no smut or hard NSFW, may get a little steamy every now and again, but mostly feelings and romance to make you warm and gooey inside🤗.

Note: Reader (Y/N) is not MC/Mitsuki. She is just the reader (You, your oc, ect). Just something to remember.

Wish me luck🌸

🌸

[eventinelysplayground]

Smut Milestone

Well I have hit 69 followers tonight and as per my previous discussion with @onegianthotmess (I swear we're mature adults and not two owls in an overcoat) I have prepared for this! I was just going to write a fic and reblog all my smut fics but decided to make a list instead rebloging. I remember how nervous I was when I wrote my first spicy fanfic and then the doubt and nerves over posting my first smut fic (Licht & Gilbert respectively), I still don't think my smut is as good as a lot of peoples but I have built up quite the portfolio. So tonight I present to you my current complete smut collection in one convenient place, the top two being those mentioned above and tomorrow I will be posting a new fic I purposely wrote for this very mature occassion 😜. Lovely banner by @cafekitsune.

Welcome Home Licht Ikepri Licht- more spice than smut.

Distractions Ikepri Gilbert

Beneath The Stars Ikepri Wicked Keith, Epilogue for A Starry Night

A Devil's Haven Ikepri Sariel

Enveloped In Darkness Ikevil Victor

Long Nights Ikevamp Faust

Anatomy Lesson Ikevamp Isaac

A Little Nudge Ikevamp Leonardo-Long read

Near Eternity Ikevamp Leonardo, Epilogue for A Little Nudge.

The Middle of the Night Ikevamp Theo

Renewed Ikevamp Theo, Epilogue for Broken Promises

[faustianfascination]

carnal need

Kinktober Day 1 Day 1. Bondage | Role Reversal

Words: 2021 Pairing: Faust x OC (Ikemen Vampire) Tags: NSFW! MDNI! AU Modern Setting, AU demonFaust, bondage, shadow magic, demon, tentacles, mating press, rough sex, possessive

Faust moved quietly through the apartment, the furniture and belongings twisted and morphed by the neon lights and stark shadows of the city outside. It made the already small space feel even more tight, his unfurled wings nearly spanning the whole room, certainly more than the width of the bed he'd come to a stop at the foot of. The strips of light falling over her sheets accentuated the curves of her body, his eyes travelled over the legs splayed across the sheets. He enjoyed how she had gone to sleep in nothing but a crop tee and lacy thong that did very little to conceal the sensual place between her legs that he was so excited to explore. He'd been watching for days, his desire for this cute little human growing to the point of having to do something about it. Faust with a subtle flick of his hand called upon his shadows, vine like tendrils slithered from him and lightly began weaving themselves around the legs of the sleeping woman, his Persephone. Their ticklish light touches making her body subtly tremble and pulling her from the depths of sleep.

It was the sensation of her cheek being caressed by something so warm that caused her to finally wake. The sensations of warm and smooth things twisting around her caused her to sit bolt upright, only to be confronted with an unearthly sight at the foot of her bed. She was too shocked to scream, frozen in place as her eyes roamed the figure before her. Sinew and muscle that looked carved from marble, his erection prominent enough to cast its own shadow, the imposing height exaggerated by the great black wings outstretched; if she was in more of a humorous mood she would have noted that her tiny home was barely big enough to accommodate his wingspan. Her darting eyes finally fell on his face, blazing hazel eyes struck a chord of recognition, only now his head was crowned not just by blue hair but completed with twisted horns. It took a moment for the incongruity of the image of this demon at the foot of her bed to merge with the sardonic priest she had kept running into recently. But it was the hazel eyes and arrogant grin that confirmed his identiy. Strangely, this form suited him far more she thought, it seemed more authentic to his prickly and arrogant personality. It also made her feel less ashamed of the less than pure thoughts she'd been harbouring for him. The very thoughts that she'd used to relax just earlier this evening…

"Father Faust" left her lips as a breathy whisper as he moved from the foot of her bed to come closer to her, grasping her jaw and gently pulling her face up to look at him. Without his glasses for once, his eyes almost glowing in the dark space making his chuckle feel more sinister than usual

"Like my true form little one" he said, his usually velvety voice even more hypnotising that usual, the little light in the room seeming to illuminate his face. The arrogant grin, and what looked to be a pair of fangs peaking out from his lips "because you have made keeping up the priestly getup excruciatingly difficult and frankly it's time I claimed what is mine. After your little show earlier I know that your desires are not so pure so perhaps you need to repent before you find yourself trapped" her embarrassment and rebuttal didn't have a chance to make it past her lips as his lunged to kiss her. Forceful, dominating and utterly enthralling, the feeling of him sucking on her bottom lip soon replaced as his tongue invaded her mouth and wound around hers similar to how his wings circled around them. She knew she should be scared, terrified of this beast that had crept into her home, but desire burned through her instead. The damned man had been haunting Persephone's thoughts for weeks now, driving her half insane. The feeling of his lips, the shadowy tendrils caressing her body making her lose all sense of rationality. Replaced only by want, by carnal need.

She rose on her knees and pulled him even closer, pressing her sensitive body against the hot solid muscle of his form, feeling every flex, his arousal pressing into her stomach as their lips and tongues danced together. Her fingers touching every bit of hot skin she could grasp, from his back, to his neck, tangling into his soft hair and coming across the bony smooth feeling of the horns protruding from his scalp. A thick base, curling over in loose spirals, the moment she began touching them Faust groaned deeper, rutted against her.

Faust was somewhat impressed she was brave enough to embrace him so readily, lust would truly lead her to her ruin because he would never let such an adorable little guinea pig go now. However, with her fiddling with his horns she'd managed to find a weak spot that was making go mad and he had no desire to give her the reigns right now.

He broke the kiss, pushing her back down onto the bed. It was adorable watching her shock at her tiny amount of clothing burn away without hurting her, leaving her there in all her natural glory. What a divine body she had, he was looking forward to leaving his marks all over it.

First, she needed to keep those hands to herself, otherwise Faust was going to loose what little composure he had. His shadows that had been dancing threads across her skin began the job of restraining those wandering hands. Pulling her down to the bed, wrapping around her wrists, pulling them over her head to secure them to the headboard, the other vines pulling her legs open with surprising force, her body was moved and positioned like a doll but instead of fear it just made her wetter and wanting. The shadows bent her legs, held them there and allowed the demon to enjoy the sight of her petals open and waiting for him. The shadow like ropes slithered over her skin, holding her, binding her, wrapping around her hardening nipples and exerting a light pressure around her throat. The sensation was almost overwhelming in itself, but seeing Faust framed by her open legs, his look of unashamed lust as he looked at her cunt and the rest of her naked body made her breath hitch.

"You're so wet little one, makes me want to fuck you right now" he said while rubbing his own cock "but you still need some more preparation before I take you. I want to see you and that pretty little hole begging" and with that she felt the tendrils trapping her begin to play with her clit, while slowly creeping into her. The intrusion welcomed as the shadows, so ethereal yet solid playing with her most sensitive spots made her restrained body write, her hips bucking and shaking at the sensations. Her moans bounced off the walls, as she began to move and fuck herself against the vines inside her. He could see how much she wanted him, watched her using what little mobility she had to try and take them deeper, her pretty hole overflowing as she began screaming his name, it was testing his patience and making his cock and his fangs throb with hunger. The tears of pleasure falling from her eyes were the last straw. Faust pulled out the shadows inside her, he wanted her to come on his cock, but first she needed to beg.

At the loss of fullness she whined his name, so he moved closer. Caging her bound body beneath him, and started rubbing the head of his cock up and down her folds, pressing it into her clit so hard she arched her back, her pretty face contorting and twisting in pleasure.

"What do you want from me?" he whispered seductively into her ear, her sensitised body trembling from the feeling of him so close. His wings and large body filling her vision totally, trapping her further.

"Please…" she practically wept in his arms while he continued using his engorged cock to tease her

"Please what" he commanded, the feeling of his dominance somehow making her more turned on. She was his plaything now and it was ripping apart the last of her sanity.

"Please…inside" the words were a struggle, her body was so on edge she could barely think let alone articulate what she needed, what she knew he knew she wanted. Persephone thought he'd been a bit of a bully before, she really had no idea.

"Please, inside? You'll need to be clearer than that versúchskaninchen" his voice was gratingly smug, if she could she would have considered hitting him.

"Damnnit Faust, you know what I want. FUCK ME YOU SMUG BASTARD" she practically yelled while glaring at him. Even bound and begging she still managed to be rebellious and spirited and it crumbled the last of his restraint so he finally began sinking into her depths, straight to the hilt. They moaned in unison, the stretch boarded on painful but not quite crossing the threshold. She was overflowing with wetness, it felt so good. The pressure around him, squeezing, fluttering, almost pulling him in further made his head spin. Again they kissed more, his lips exploring every bit of skin they could find, he drew his fangs over her bare skin before finding the juncture between her neck and shoulder. Her blood smelt even better when she was lost in lust, the taste would be exquisite he thought as he finally sunk his fangs in. The pain was brief, overtaken by flame exploding through her, driving her to climax instantly making her head roll back as she screamed his name. Faust practically roared at the feeling of her orgasming around him, her bound body, spread legs allowing him deep into her. He gripped her hips and began thrusting hard, pressing her legs closer to her shoulders, almost folding her in half with his ferocity, it was primal, beastly and made her moan louder, her body shake with each powerful movement.

Each thrust was accompanied by calls of his name, the squelching sound of her come pouring out of her making him glide quicker into her cunt as he pounded, he could also feel her pulling at the shadowy restraints the rougher he got. Until his own climax began to build, the tension building from his hips to his wings. One more thrust deep into her and he finally hit his limit, pulling out so he could cover her in his seed. He watched the thick spurts fall over her stomach, chest and even splash a little on her cheek. The satisfaction of seeing her painted in him was overwhelming, between his shadows, his fangs and his come he'd marked her thoroughly as his. Her quivering form, dripping hole and blissed out expression were rather endearing he thought as he leaned over here again, looking down at her still bound body. Seeing his seed over her cheek, he slowly dipped his finger in it to anoint her forehead in a perverted mockery of his priestly guise. With that he released his shadow bindings and watched her exhausted body go limp on the bed; all except one, an elegant tendril wrapped around her ankle, a smoke like shackle that now bound her to him. Although his stamina was inhuman, she wasn't so as an act of mercy he'd allow her some rest. He gathered her into his arms and lay them both down on the bed, resting her body over his.

She pulled herself close, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling into his neck, enjoying his warmth and hands tracing small circles over her back and hips. It would have been cold if not for his searing body heat, and his wings wrapping around them both; encasing themselves in their own private world.

He would not let go of this fascinating human any time soon.

[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

[violettduchess]

Hello 💜

I recently made a post proclaiming how ready I am to leave fluff behind for a little while and dive headfirst into some angst / tension. And when I asked if I should open up requests, the response was strong enough that I’ve decided to do just that!

Welcome to what I’ve named my Broken Heartstrings series: a counter to all the spicy smut and sweet fluff that is sure to be heading our way as we leave Christmas behind and slide into the new year where Valentine’s Day events are waiting.

◽ How does it work? ◽

Pick a suitor from the list below. If you would like headcanons, you can name up to 4 suitors. 

Pick a prompt from the list below. They are intentionally super vague! This way, it can be as general as you want or you can be specific.

-> Request examples: “Leon, nightmare.”(Here I have the power to decide who has the nightmare/ what its about, etc)  or “Leon, he has a nightmare about his childhood and specifically a terrifying situation he was put in. He wakes up terrified and MC has to comfort him.” (You got it, boss).

You do not need to use this prompt list at all. If you have an idea that isn’t listed below, feel free to GO FOR it and let me know what you want!

Requests open until January 15th

Disclaimer: I reserve the right to answer the ones I choose, which may mean yours does not get written. Please do not take it personally. I am honest to God flattered by ANYONE requesting me to write something for them, but I have a limited amount of time and this is a hobby. 

◽ Suitors ◽

Ikeprince ◽ Leon, Chevalier, Clavis, Sariel, Licht, Silvio, Keith, Gilbert

Ikevamp ◽ Leonardo, Comte, Isaac, Theodorus, Arthur, Faust, Napoleon, Mozart, Vlad

◽ A few angst / tension prompt ideas ◽

illness/ injury

death

nightmare

forbidden love 

secret relationship 

unrequited love

break up

ex-lovers

lovers to enemies 

enemies to lovers

separation 

jealousy 

fake date / fake marriage 

only one bed

love triangle 

amnesia

apology

If this inspires anyone to write angst or tension, please feel free to use these prompts and if you do, tag me in your creations! 💜

[moonstruckmelancholic]

Crossing the Threshold

Faust is prowling the castle trying to keep his versúchskaninchen safe from his housemates after an evening of drinking and flirting with Vlad & Charles-Henri. Only, he happens upon quite a sight that leaves him quite excited.

Pairing: Faust x OC (Persephone) NSFW // +18 // minors dni rough sex, voyeurism, biting

Faust was agitated, possessiveness and jealousy coiled through his muscles and caused his steps upon the ancient stone floors to echo louder than usual. Charles was on house calls (much to Faust’s insistence when he had considered staying in to keep Persephone company) and he'd thrown the old goat into his room with more force than necessary, the whimsical bastard having the audacity even in his drunken haze to smirk knowingly at him.If it wasn't for him being such a good pureblood vampire specimen he'd consider trying to rip him apart while he was inebriated. There was now a dent in the dining room table from where he'd started crushing the wood unconsciously when the old goat had pulled his versúchskaninchen into his lap - caused her to straddle him, no less - so he theorised that he potentially had the strength to do so if alcohol dulled Vlad’s senses enough.

He knew that he was acting a fool, but he had been since he'd bitten her on impulse, his interest had gone from scientific curiosity to genuine desire and he was struggling to contain it. Despite the priest costume he hadn't bothered with chastity, he may not be as prolific as Charles but he'd certainly not denied himself the dual pleasure of a pretty companion for the night and a delightful snack. It sated both thirsts, but now his throat was burning and his clothes felt far too tight but yet, he was struggling to make the move on her. Which considering how forward he had been through this whole process, would be laughable if he didn’t feel frustrated to the point he wanted to explode.

He wanted her to desire him too, in a way he simply had not cared about before. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her; which he knew was more than a tad deluded considering the circumstances. As grey as his morals were, he knew wanting the woman he'd kidnapped and threatened to desire him was a bit insane, even for him.

Perhaps all this time being around Charles was having an effect.

And yet, his body had carried him to her door. Unable to enter despite wanting nothing more than to rip the wood off its hinges and sink his teeth right into her lovely neck and his cock into her tight little cunt. The fact he was now genuinely jealous of the mansion residents for potentially having gotten there before him served as a reminder of his increasing foolishness. How many men ranting about ‘their’ women, and being possessive about a pretty girl they’d been watching and wanting for weeks on end without actually doing anything about it had he silently derided for their delusions during confession, internally mocked for their utter stupidity? Plenty. Now he was one of those men, the irony was not lost on him.

The evening had started innocently enough, Charles had made dinner, they all gathered and enjoyed it. It's something that had been happening more frequently since he'd brought her here, the gloomy old castle finally had warmth to it which was surprisingly nice. Perhaps those goody two shoes over at the mansion got a few things right. They had chatted, then broke out a bottle (or three) of wine and unusually she had indulged in more than one glass. The more wine she drank the more the pretty blush had swept across her face, her eyes became hazy and her inhibitions had slowly slipped away. It was quite a beautiful sight, until she began giggling with Charles, and slowly the giggling turned to light flirtation, Charles daring to get closer and then she was flirting with both him and the old goat and he just sat there trying to hide his glare while not taking his eyes off her. Vlad looked far too delighted at her attention.

Now here he was hovering outside, trying to formulate some excuse to stay here, stay close to her, and guard the door agains the two other vampires that resided in the castle because the image of her on Vlad's lap, or how giggly she was getting with Charles was playing over and over in his head to the point of driving him mad. It was starting to morph into the image of them entangled as a beast with two backs. The thought of her sensual voice moaning out their names riled him in a way he knew was over the top.

Faust came to a stop and lent against the old wooden door, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to calm his breathing. Not for the first time he concentrated his enhanced hearing, sometimes he would stand and just listen to the rhythm of her breathing, imagine the beating of her heart and it bought him a little comfort. He knew this wasn’t simply desire, there was something else growing in him but he didn’t much care to delve into that while he was this agitated so he focused on listening to the breathing. Except, there was a surprise. As he began to pick up on her breathing, he noticed it was faster. Not quite panting but not at rest but before he could figure it out, the muffled sound of his name being moaned caught his attention. Concern spiked through him, and he went to knock on the door - but paused. If she was asleep, no point waking her up so he slipped into the darkened room, lit only by moonlight quiet as a ghost but the sight that awaited him was something he never could have expected.

There she was, his shirt draped over her, his name was falling off her lips while she touched herself. It was an enchanting, erotic beyond compare, her lithe body stretched across the bed, legs open towards him and the flower between them in full bloom, soaking as her elegant fingers slid in and out trying to reach deep inside. Hair spread across the sheets, and skin glowing in the moonlight. She looked like a goddess, the scent of her arousal heavy in the room, filling his senses making the bloodlust burn even more intensely. The wet sound of her fingers working herself to ecstasy while she breathed out his name, it was the most beautiful song he’d ever heard. It was perfect, too perfect, the knowledge that it was him that she was imagining while draped in his scent; it was taking every ounce of restraint not to make his presence known but he wanted to sear this vision into his memories. So lost in chasing her own pleasure, she had not even realised he’d walked in on her and now he stood and witnessed the sight of her masturbating over him which did nothing to clear the desire clouding his mind, quite the opposite.

The beautiful view causing his erection to strain almost painfully against his trousers testing every shred of control he had. Frankly, he pitied her; as lovely and elegant as those fingers were, they couldn’t provide her with true relief, not in the way he could. A devilish smirk spreading across his face, hazel eyes burning he decided he’d grant his poor little guinea pig the release she obviously needed, it would be cruel to leave her unsatisfied when she needed him so desperately.

“You poor thing, you’re shaking with pleasure” his voice cut through the stillness of the night, her reaction was instant. Her body stiffened and she sat up and covered herself as quickly as she could manage, her red face obvious even in the low light. Through pants of shock “Fa-Faust” she stammered Her eyes met his, wide and quivering like a little creature caught in a trap, which was apt for her current situation

“it’s-it’s not wh-what you think” her words fell from her mouth in a vain attempt to hide the obvious, but Faust simply smirked as he glided over to the bed and grasped the hand she’s used on herself so he could lick the wetness off her fingers. The sensation of his tongue sweeping over her fingers making her gasp

“Don’t try and lie little one, I can taste exactly what you were up to” he chuckled and began to let the tip of his fangs drag over her skin “I didn’t realise that I’d captured such a lewd little creature, or has being around me simply driven you into heat?”

In an instant she was pinned to the bed, her arms pulled over her head making the shirt fall away and reveal every detail of her body as it squirmed under him. His knee nudged right between her legs, the fabric stimulating her sensitive flesh as she accidentally rutted against him while trying to pull herself from his grasp. But Faust wouldn’t be moved, he examined her like the samples on his lab bench, taking in every little detail. The curve of her waist, the way her breasts jiggled as she tried to move from his gaze, the cute little freckles across her ribs, her nipples pert and just waiting to be taken into his mouth. He held her wrists with one hand, letting his other start to caress her skin, taking one nipple and giving it a light pinch making her moan and arch into his touch

“My my, what an interesting reaction, you face screams embarrassment but your body is so honest in its desire” Faust’s voice heavy with lust as his face drew closer to her, his lips barely a breath away from hers their noses touching as they looked into each other’s eyes. She wasn’t truly resisting him, he knew what her fight felt like, this was more a paltry display to save face because her eyes were as lustful as his. She chewed on her bottom lip, making it even more swelled and finally said to him

“You look puzzled father, playing priest so long you’ve forgotten what a woman looks like?” a snarky little smirk playing on her lips. Even in her lust she still was playing resistant, his little guinea pig was such an endearing creature but for that little comment he decided to forgo the facade of being a gentle and romantic lover, she just earned herself a rough night.

“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing little one, when you’re the prey who’s been caught and completely at my mercy. I’m the one who gets to decide if you get to taste pleasure” with those words his free hand drifted between her legs, moving his knee to make room for his thumb to lightly begin rubbing her clit making her body tremble beneath him “or if you need some punishment” a rough finger pushing into her pussy quickly pumping in and out while pressing into her clit, his thumb exuding enough force to dance along the line of pleasure and pain causing her to curse at him but that was cut off quickly when he captured her lips. It wasn’t soft or romantic, but a clash of tongues and teeth, fierce and beastly. One finger was joined by another, her tight cunt gripping onto them as they massaged her walls, delving deeper into her and reaching parts of her that she couldn’t. He curled his fingers inside her, his thumb tracing around her pearl in perfect rhythm causing her to start moaning his name in earnest between kisses and the sound of it was intoxicating, he wondered how much he could draw out of her so he kissed down her neck, letting his tongue slide across her collar bones, between her breasts where he began to kiss again. Tasting every inch of skin on her sweet mounds until he finally caught her nipple in his mouth, nibbling and suckling; making her moans even louder. Frankly he wanted her to scream down the castle, let everyone else know that she was in his arms and it was him giving her this pleasure and she was dragging him to the sweetest hell.

He could feel her heart race, her body writhing and jerking more and more, her walls fluttering signalling how close she was to her climax and that stoked his lust even more making him more aware of the confines of his clothing, and the sharpness his fangs begging to pierce her skin. Just as she was about to fall over the edge, he withdrew his fingers, making a show of licking them clean in front of her earning a frustrated whimper and angry glare.

“After your little show tonight it’s obvious you need some retraining to tame this obscene body of yours” he said sitting back on his heels, releasing her hands so he could remove his clothing. Her eyes widened at the reveal of his muscular body, far more muscular than she had even imagined. She’d felt the firmness under his clothes more than once but to see him. How does a man who is either in church or brewing potions end up this ripped? Faust enjoyed her eyes on him, relished seeing the desire written across her face because of him “my my, seems my little guinea pig sees something she likes. You can touch if you want, I won’t bite. Yet”

She took the invitation to touch him, running her fingers lightly over his abdomen. Faust wasn’t expecting her to touch him so boldly, he certainly wasn’t ready when she brought herself up to sitting and began kissing his chest - he couldn’t contain a moan at the feeling of her lips and tongue. He let himself get lost in the sensation and was not expecting the sudden sensation of her biting him. Sinking her teeth right into his peck.

The audacity.

How dare his prey try sinking her teeth into him? It was both arousing and made his sadism tingle. More so when he saw her pretty defiant eyes looking up at him, she looked good like that. She’s look even better with those lips around his cock. “Bold aren’t you” he all but growled gripping her hair to make her look up to him “but there’s something rather enticing about seeing you want me so much that you can’t keep your teeth to yourself. I’m a very handsome man, but you should try and contain yourself” She let out a harsh laugh, leaning her head back into his hand “Bit full of yourself aren’t you? Faust, too long in the confessional booth talking to yourself? Or perhaps all those potions you brew are getting to your head” She said with no real malice in it, a sensual smile on her face while she bantered with him. He tightened his grip on her hair and used his spare hand to finally push down his trousers and free his erection. Now she was leaning back she was in the perfect position for him to fuck her pretty mouth. Her eyes grew wider as she took his manhood in, wandering over him and taking in every detail, the musky scent of him even more prominent, the veins raised, skin tight, a slight curve that she knew would hit her in just the right places. His size and girth should be intimidating but she was so turned on she simply wanted him in her. She glanced into his eyes, licking her lips and let her mouth fall slightly open, inviting him.

“You know little one, you really should be more careful about what you say” he slowly slid his cock into her waiting mouth, feeling her tongue begin to sweep the underside of it making it damn tempting to start fucking those waiting lips harder but he focused his mind and let her take him at her own pace “keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking deceit” he groaned the last part as she brought her hand to the base while she licked and sucked his glans, swirling her tongue at the tip and making him growl. Holding his hips still was a true test of discipline especially as she seemed intent to drive him wild.

He tasted divine, musk and salt, the taste and scent just so him. She enjoyed the feeling of him in her mouth, learning each spot that made him groan because she wanted to watch him fall apart for her. What a victory that would be over the smug bastard. She brought her teeth around his cock and slowly scraped them down his shaft, not enough to hurt but enough to earn her a loud groan and glare from Faust.

“The tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark“ he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, tears streaming from the corner of her eyes. It was exquisite but too good, he was going to end up finishing far sooner than he wanted and he wasn’t going to let her win this little game so he pulled his cock from her grasp causing an involuntary mewl to fall from her lips. The reaction made him smirk. Two could play at this game.

Her body was splayed under him, it made grabbing her legs and hoisting them over his shoulder causing her to tip backwards with a yelp simple, the new position bringing her cunt straight to his face. He didn’t even give her a chance to adjust before he used his fingers to spread her folds and mercilessly fuck her with his tongue. Her body reacted instinctively, bucking against his face, causing his nose to hit her sensitive spot making more moans and curses fall from her lips. She tasted sweet, her body was irresistible to him this sensitised. Her blood more alluring than ever.

He wanted to throw her into a climax as soon as possible and make her come until she couldn’t think of anything but him, so he pulled back and took in the beautiful sight of her cunt, twitching, flushed and gleaming. He brought his finger to her pearl and began massaging it with practiced ease, watching her begin to twitch more violently, her pretty hole clenching in pleasure at his ministrations, in terms to bloodlust he was at his limit and he intended to enjoy her fully. He ran his nose along her inner thighs, to the juncture of her groin and sunk his teeth in there.

The pain was brief, pin pricks where she least expected it but the pleasure was overwhelming. He’d bitten her before, and it has been intense but the location paired with his stimulation made her climax instantly. She couldn’t think, all she could do was feel as her eyes rolled back and she shook from the onslaught. She didn’t know how long she was riding out her orgasm, it felt like forever. She barely registered being flipped onto her front and her hips being hoisted into the air as she was forced to kneel, only the force of Faust’s grip on her and the blunt tip of his cock lining up against her pulling her back to reality. She had barely begun to crawl away from him when in one smooth movement he filled her, his balls flush against her cunt. It knocked the breath straight out of her, stretching her to accommodate him; any other time this might have crossed into painful but in the aftermath of her orgasm it felt incredible, filling her just as she was craving. There was little time to get used to it as Faust then set a punishing pace, rough, unforgiving, dominating. All she could do it yell his name as he pounded into her with a force that she knew would make her ache.

Faust enjoyed the sight below him, watching his cock slide in and out of her, but as beautiful as her arched back and arse was, he wanted to look her in the eye, see her pretty face contorted in bliss. He pulled out of her earning him another moan of protest and rolled her onto her back, lifting her hips and sliding back into her dizzying warmth, back to his fervent pace. She was clamping down on him so much he knew he wouldn’t last long now. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms slid around his neck and they ended up with foreheads pressed against one another. Her hands wove their way into his hair, nails digging into his scalp and neck in a delicious way. He couldn’t help but enjoy the fact his prey was trying to mark him up, the force in which her nails were burrowing into his skin, he was almost sad at how quick they’d fade. His bloodlust was nowhere near sated, in fact it had intensified after sampling her blood between her legs so he let himself go and sunk his fangs into her neck.

Her moan was loud enough to wake the dead, between that the and banging of the headboard on the stone wall, the sonic excess of their fucking adding to the intensity. The pain of the bite soon melted her into a sea of bliss, his hips pounding into her as she clung on for the ride, and the feeling of him burrowed into her neck made her body climax again, and again. It was almost too much to bare drifting into overstimulation. She wondered if this ecstasy that blurred away the external world was what Julien of Norwich experienced in her cell. There was something funny in the idea of sex so good it felt like a religious experience caused by a vampire playing priest. It was exactly the contradiction that suited Faust.

The force of it all was so overwhelming that she felt her consciousness slipping in and out.

Faust was struggling to stave off the inevitable, the sweet tang of her blood making him give into his full vampiric nature. All he could feel was her, all he could taste was her. He was consuming her fully. Drunk off blood and lust he only just managed to pull out and spill his seed all over her stomach in the nick of time. Releasing his fangs from her neck before he drank too much he sat back on his heels and admired the debauched mess he’d made of her.

Her moonlit skin was now flushed pink, her body trembling in the aftermath of their desire. Rivulets of blood leaking from her wounds, bruises on her hips from his grip and her body painted in him, he’d marked her in every way possible. He’d claimed her completely, sprawled and breathless, she was his. She looked at him through weary lidded eyes, the exhaustion evident on her face. Despite that she shakily pushed herself up so she could wrap her arms around him again, sweat and semen glazing their bodies, and they both fell heavily back down into the bed. Soon they were under covers, a tangle of limbs and unable to stop kissing each other. Softer and more sensual than before, a less furious more earnest exploration.

Eventually they both succumbed to their weariness, still a tangle but in need of some rest. Seeing her head resting on his chest, feeling her warm body nuzzling into him made quelling the affection he felt for her difficult. There was no pushing down the sensation away so he finally named it; he loved her. The damn woman had charmed him, he may have physically claimed her, but she’d also claimed him. He really was a fool.

The scared silence enveloped them. Only to be broken by her now horse voice quietly drifting into the air. Looking into his eyes, her face had a slightly mischievous expression

“Bless me Father, for I have a confession for you” she said while making a sign of the cross over herself

Faust chuckled at the irreverence “It should be Bless me, Father, for I have sinned but, go on child”

It was her turn to chuckle at his lighthearted reprimand, burying her face into his shoulder before finally lifting her lips to his ear. The ghost of her breath making the desire start to well up in him.

“I thought I was going to have to scream the castle down earlier to get you to finally cross the threshold. I was wondering you were going to wait in the hallway, perhaps all night just listening to me touch myself, which would have been deeply disappointing after seeing that hilariously sour face of yours at dinner” with that she bit the lobe of his ear and snuggled back into his arms, kissing wherever her lips could reach on his neck.

Faust just went still.

This devious little versúchskaninchen.

In the aftermath of her confession, he decided that a few bites on her neck and bruises on her hips weren’t sufficient punishment.

She would not be walking tomorrow once he was done with her.

[writingwhimsey]

Hi! For your smut is in the air event, I'd like to request Vlad + “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.” More seductive than smutty 😉 Thank you! 💖

Thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy this. Here is a seductive Vlad!

Smut Is In The Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Vlad

Prompt: "My tongue still remembers the way you taste."

More Seductive/suggestive than smutty we'll still say NSFW 18+ content

Love Letter

I sat in my room at the mansion. I had moved into the castle with Vlad, Faust, and Charles quite some time ago. I did want to live with my lover after all. But Comte and the others still wanted me to visit from time to time…and I did love them all and miss them as well.

Granted when I visited the mansion, I couldn’t help but to miss Vlad. I missed our days and nights together. Tending to his flowers and selling them in town. “It’s only a few days.” I muttered to myself as I looked over at the bed, so large and so empty.

It was just then that I heard something knocking on my window. I looked out and saw Marshmallow sitting on the sill with an envelope in mouth. I opened the window and took the envelope before petting Marshmallow on the head. I smiled as I looked at the envelope, my name written in Vlad’s elegant script on the outside.

“Thank you, Marshmallow.” I said, scratching the fox behind the ears. 

Marshmallow made a noise before scampering off. I smiled as I headed over to sit down on the couch under the window. I opened the letter and began to read.

My love,

I count the hours until you return to me. Though you only just left this morning, it feels as if it were forever ago. I know you care for them, and I won’t keep you from them…however I can’t help but to miss you. Our bed is cold and empty without you.

I’m lying in our bed now as I write this. The pillow where you lay your head…your scent still lingers here. It makes me think of last night when I had you in our bed. The way you flushed with pleasure with each of my touches and kisses. Your sweet moans when I would kiss an especially sensitive place…and how your breath hitched and your chest heaved when I reached that especially sweet spot between your thighs.

Mmm, my tongue still remembers the way you taste. It’s as if I can taste your sweet arousal now. When you come home in a few days, I will have to taste you again. Hear your cries of pleasure as you writhe beneath me. Feeling the heat of your body against mine as I hold you close and make love to you.

I want to be connected with you on the deepest level and feel your every breath with mine. I want to hold you in my arms and kiss every part of you. I want to feel you in the very depths of my soul. And for you to feel me in yours. I will spend all night and all day loving you in the way you deserve.

I can’t wait for you to return. I miss you with every part of me. My lips ache to feel yours and my tongue desires to taste you once more. I’ll be counting the hours until you return my love.

Your eternally,

Vlad

I felt myself warming as I recalled the night Vlad described in the letter. I rubbed my thighs together as I felt that familiar ache that only Vlad could satisfy. “Ugh…he did this to torture me.” I muttered to myself.I could always slip out…but that would upset Comte if I just left. “Looks like I’ll have to take care of myself…man I want to get back home soon.” I muttered as I lifted the skirt of my nightgown and slipped my hand between my thighs. Until I could see Vlad again, I would have to take care of myself. It was going to be a long few days.