#pkmnmstrchf

[gossamer-sky]

Screamed when I saw you were opening back up! I devoured every HC you wrote up last time. They were all so well thought up!

If I could ask for Comte with F, J, S

I’m so very happy that you’ve enjoyed this series, thank you for requesting my dear! 💞💞

F = Favorite position

- He’s not especially picky, but if he had to choose? Any position that gets his head between your legs

- He’s so grateful for it, the opportunity to put his mouth to good use, and every shuddering gasp that leaves your mouth is music to his ears

- Absolutely lives for the moment you twist your fingers in his hair and tug - it’s enough to get him moaning on you (and if he perhaps does this on purpose just to savour the way your entire body trembles, then what of it?)

- Squeeze your thighs around his head as you pull him in, he loves it; the more greedy you become, the more he gives you, tongue never stopping its firm rhythm

- He wants you to come all over his face and watch as he licks his lips, plump and red, still shining with the taste of you

J = Jack off 

- Takes it really fucking slow; if he’s going to indulge, he prefers to draw it out; running his hands over his thighs, building anticipation

- Rubs at his dick with the heel of his palm, right through his trousers, coaxing himself to full hardness and tipping his head back on a harsh exhale when the sensation edges the line of too much

- Likes to stay mostly dressed; he secretly enjoys the added stimulation of the expensive fabrics on his heated skin

- He always pays extra attention to the head of his cock, thumbing the weeping slit until he aches all over

- He won’t be able to hold back from full strokes after that, smooth metal of his rings causing his throat to jump as he swallows

S = Stamina 

- It’s of no surprise to you that this man has endless stamina and could quite literally keep you in bed for days on end

- His first priority is always your comfort, of course, but as long as you’re still asking for it, he’s going to keep giving it to you

- The two of you have absolutely disappeared for suspicious amounts of time, until the rest of the world fades and all you can think of is how the weight of his body on yours

- He fucks you until you’re so oversensitive that your limbs are shaking, weak from how many times he’s brought you over the edge; he barely has to move inside you at all and it’s nearly too much, tears blurring the edge of your vision and still you beg for more in stilted whispers

- After, when you’re spread out on silk sheets, completely unable to move, he’ll kiss every part of you he can reach and praises you worshipfully

***inbox closed***

[pseudofaux]

Hey Pseu, I want to thank you for always sharing your talent with us. It is always an immense joy to read your works.

If I could request for the HC, Comte or Hairzo and the "paaaainful yearning" with a dash of spice I'd be really grateful. Honestly just excited to eat up anything you have to write about anyone.

I hope you are staying well in the pandemic, thanks for doing this-i imagine it'll lift a lot of spirits.

Aww, hey, thanks for this! 🙇🏻‍♀️🥰 I’m grateful to see your name pop up here, you’ve given me a lot of support and I’m glad for a chance to write for you. Comte and Hairzo, whew, you came for my favorites and I respect that. 😂♥️ Masanari’s gonna be soooooo good for painful yearning, I think... I hope you will enjoy these!

Comte loves her scent so much (from their very first interaction) that he can’t stand it in the beginning of her days in the mansion, and since obviously he can’t stand staying away from her any better, all his agonized brain can think of to do is take her to a parfumerie to get her something new to cover it up. Then the night before their planned outing he realizes he’ll probably be the same way about her perfume and soon she will be applying it to her body and the fragrance will be in his house, clinging to every curtain... a very dark night of the soul passes, then a very long carriage ride where she is smiling at him from the opposite seat and also somehow present in every molecule of air around him. They finally make it into town and then outside the shop he suddenly begs her to stop, says he’ll buy her any and all perfumes she desires but please, will she take pity on him and not wear them until she is home safe in her own time?

After all they’ve been though, Hanzo still thinks, longer and harder than he would like, of sabotaging her work for the Tokugawa— he explicitly considers how much work it would be for him to let her put Ieyasu in real danger and get banished or sentenced to death, just so he could scoop her up out of the forest or a cell, lick up all her tears, and put her somewhere only for the two of them. Every time she smiles at him in Hamamatsu he’s relieved he hasn’t done it yet, and every time she smiles at someone else he’s furious with his dawdling. She inadvertently secures her place when she whispers one night that his bedding is so comfortable... and then nods off to sleep. He could give her something else but not replicate the comfort of his room, so he makes his (grumpy!!! tenuous!!!) peace with her talking to other people.

...still, sometimes Hanzo tells her he’s leaving earlier than he is to go off on shinobi business, and he hangs out god knows where (Tadatsugu’s room?) and only actually leaves after he’s watched her bathe—which is discomfiting, he is not used to seeing her unclothed and not doing something about it— and redress, and put herself to bed. Perhaps one time he stays and nuzzles at her hair, takes a deep lungful of her before truly leaving. Perhaps more than once. Certainly not every time. He is not so weak as that.

[saizoswifey]

Missed the last fever for the ninja side bae event and didn't get the Kiyohiro chibi! (Saddest day ever) Are there any future events where we can get him or other side bae?

Oh no, I’m sorry!!!

Fūma...no. Not that I can recall? Kiyohiro yes! He also has one for the next event he’s in

[ikevamp-shrine]

Today is the last day I’m accepting requests so please don’t hold back! They will be officially closed at 11:59pm.

Multiple requests are allowed and encouraged per person.

Anonymous entries are on.

A maximum of three suitors per request, please.

Please specify if you want your ask in drabble or headcanon format.

Your request can be anything from a character paired with a kink, threesome, scenario (fluff, angst, nsfw whatever you'd like)... let your imagination run wild. I don't judge so please don't be embarrassed about an idea.

Examples of already requested asks:

MC + sex slave comte (consensual obviously😂)

Theo and MC + ice skating (@shookspearewrites my dear, you always give the best requests❤)

Jean + mutual masturbation

Leo + Comte threesome celebrating MC getting pregnant

MC waking Leo with a bj

Mozart + breeding kink

Purebloods + thigh riding (@pkmnmstrchf doll I meant it when I said spam me with requests- under no circumstances should you feel guilty and please send in more if you have another positively brilliant idea)

REQUEST RULES

REQUEST LOG/LIST

[janumun]

General NSFW Headcanons (SLBP Jinpachi and Kageie)

Requested by @pkmnmstrchf​ (thank you for taking part in my Followers Celebration 💕). I vacillated in between Jinpachi and Kageie for your request as Comte is a popular man and already has a couple of requests lined up for him 🤣 

I hope these two head-canons each for them serve a sufficient replacement instead of a story for either. Happy reading! 

Jinpachi

Jinpachi has, for as long as he can remember, lived solely as the agent of his Lord, Nobuyuki: his eyes and his limbs within the shadows.

His Lord is perhaps the closest he has ever been to another human being in his life; painting a perpetual silhouette of Nobuyuki ever since he was handed to the oldest son of the Sanada as a teen. Living only as Nobuyuki commanded, he has continued to support the Sanada, ever waiting in the wings. To be moved at a single command from his Lord.

The pleasures of the body, only ever put to use in the line of work — Jinpachi does not hold much interest in exploring the sexual pleasures to be derived from another. Until you.

The love you two explore together and the sex that comes after — it isn’t something incandescent that sparks overnight. It’s new for the both of you and yet, Jinpachi is willing to examine and break down these foreign emotions — with you. His heart — perhaps unbeknownst to him — finds you way, way before your bodies ever seek each other.

Jinpachi is unaccustomed to feeling what he does for you; his candid nature — a man of spare but honest words — perhaps endearing him faster to you.

When he has you in bed with him, Jinpachi is intent upon putting his knowledge, whatever skills are at his disposal — to use. Set upon plucking a myriad of reactions from your body, what makes you shiver underneath his touch. The exact pressure to be applied when he sinks those long, thick digits into your wetness.

Jinpachi gets off on knowing you as intimately as you allow the two of you to be.

Your moans, the quiver of flushed breasts. The fist you bring to your open mouth, biting into the skin as pleasured tears run free down the curve of your cheeks. It all sets his cock tighter within the confines of his clothes — aching to feel the ridges of your warm walls within.

Kakizaki Kageie

Specious modesty is a guise without use in front of Kageie. The man’s keen senses of perception see through every single movement, each inane action you craft to deny what you want from him — he sees through it all.

What Kageie wants is for you to be clear about your own wants. If you desire physical intimacy, the man prefers you admitting it outright; he sees through you either way. Your honesty with the man only serving to guide him better as he touches you in bed.

Kageie’s eyes are right there at your face, gauging your reactions when his fingers curl into you. Asking you questions every now and then, “That feel alright for you? How about this?”

His body as if designed to provide you the most intoxicating of pleasures. Although he may not point it out in many words, Kageie admires it if you let him hear your candid thoughts in bed. If it feels good, tell the man. He’s winding your body up higher than you ever thought possible when you give in to your desires.

Your lap is a comforting place to rest his head against during afternoon naps.

Kageie has had trouble sleeping at night and quiet, lazy afternoons are the only time he finds a moment to rest his eyes without unwanted demons worrying his sleep.

And the man rests better when he makes a pillow of your thighs. Often, when he feels you fidgeting beneath him; a languid eye cracking open to witness the peach blush of your cheeks, Kageie finds himself wanting to stir that color deeper.

Ghosting mischievous fingers across the sides of your waist, a vulpine smile stretching slow and sure across those delectable lips before he snakes a hand up the back of your head. Tapered digits threading through your locks before dragging you down onto his mouth for a kiss that leaves you grasping for air.

The languid way his lips move across your parted mouth, the slow caress of a wet tongue against the inside of your upper — then lower — lip before sliding into the heat of your mouth. Pointed tip caressing the roof of your mouth before coaxing yours into his own with an audible suck — the blood rushing from your head down to in between your legs; throbbing and wet.

Kageie, despite his lackadaisical attitude towards life in general, is a tease. And if you lower your guard down, he’s not above exploiting your weak spots. Leaving you breathless and dazed and turned on with a mere kiss.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

♧° Link to Master List °♡

[toloveawarlord]

A Night in the Garden

You can find my masterlist in my bio!

Event Masterlist: 50 Types of Kisses

Characters: Vlad x MC

Prompt:   Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

Requester: @pkmnmstrchf​​

Tagging: @plumpblueberry​  @donthurtmeimbaby​​(Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!)

A/N: In the case of this fic, they don’t quite find a sofa or bed.

[This event is closed]

Warnings: This is all smut

Sloppy kisses were exchanged as we moved through the darkened flower shop. Opportunities few and far between as this relationship could not be seen by prying eyes. A ball held in town had been the perfect time to slip away without notice. The gown dropped into a heap on the floor.

Vlad plucked at the strings of my corset, careful not to let me fall as we trampled over a spilled sack of soil, the dirt staining the soles of my bare feet. Potted plants tipped over, some shattering as they hit the wooden floor. My muttered apologies were met with a breathy chuckle. “Worry not, my princess. They can simply be planted again.”

My back bumped into the table, meant for packaging and tending to the beautiful variety of flowers. Vlad swiped his arm across the wood, pushing anything unlucky enough to be atop it off onto the floor before hoisting me up to perch on the edge. 

The pureblood vampire fell to one knee, peppering kisses up the soft inside of my thigh, nipping and sucking, marking his path up to my core. His fingers coiled around the fabric of my panties, ripping the material apart in a moment of impatience.

“Vlad-” I fell back against the tabletop, the sensation of his tongue teasingly slipping over my sensitive clit sending jolts of pleasure up my nerves. My fingers entwined into his white locks.

He loved the way his name sounded as he worked me up. One finger dipped into my core, soon followed by a second. His menstruation was gentle but quick. Vlad hummed softly as I tugged on his locks. “I adore how easily you fall apart under my touch.”

The vampire able to detect the smallest of changes in my body. The way my breathing changed, coming shorter in anticipation of losing all the air. Heart thumping harder in my chest, and muscles tensing. One day he would have a taste of the blood that coursed through my veins as he brought about overwhelming pleasure. He spoke of it often, yet never forced it upon me.

Instead, he used his body to do what he could not with his fangs.

“Fall deeply into depravity, my love.”

My back arched, words failing as the only thing that passed my lips were sounds of satisfaction as I spiraled into the pool of pleasure. His hot tongue lapping at my slit as I floated on air from the orgasm. My legs trembled. The incredible feeling not enough. My entire boy craving more from him.

Vlad trailed kisses up my stomach, fingers crawling along over bare skin. He caught one nipple between his teeth, pinching the other his hand with even pressure, relishing the gasp that came from my lips. “I doubt the princess will be returning to her ball tonight.” 

Crimson eyes peered at me with intoxicating desire.

“No, I do believe you’ve been captured, and I have no intentions of letting you go until you are thoroughly drowning in pleasure only I can give you.”

[kashimalin-fanfiction]

Skating Tricks and Peppermint Sticks (Arthur Conan Doyle/Reader)

Summary: Arthur and you head out ice skating, and you find that you don’t forget as much as you thought you did. Despite that, Arthur tries to convince you to hold onto him.

Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle/Reader

Count: 1,729 Words

Rating: General

Warnings: None.

Part of the Secret Santa Event for @ikevamp-holiday-exchange​!

My gift is for @pkmnmstrchf​ , and thank you for joining the event so that I could write something for you! This fic has also been posted over on AO3!

“Careful that your skirt doesn’t catch too many wandering eyes.” Arthur grins as the two of you walk towards a park just outside of the city.

“I’m not going to catch any eyes by showing my boots,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “Besides, if I wore a full-length dress or skirt, I bet I would have even more trouble skating!” Lifting your skirt up as you walk, you frown at the heavy wool material – but cannot deny it is doing a spectacular job of keeping you warm. “But I’m sure I’ll do just fine in this.”

“I can’t wait. You haven’t given me a solid answer on whether you’re a good skater or not.”

“That’s because I haven’t done it in a while, and we’re going on a pond! Who knows what the ice will be like?”

“It will be much less crowded than some of those fancy indoor places, that’s for sure.”

“What? Paris has an indoor rink in this time period?!”

“You bet. Place is probably mighty crowded right about now, so you’ll be grateful we’re coming here.” Arthur and you sit down on a bench by the pond, taking your skates out of their bags. You gaze out at the ice as you remove your boots and slowly tie your first skate, the thought of heading out on the ice exciting you.

“Look at the ladies on the sleighs,” you say, pointing. “Do you think they’re having fun?”

“It certainly looks like they’re warm, all decked out in warm furs and the like.” Arthur grins as he stands, his skates already laced. “But would you have fun being pushed around on one of those things?”

“Absolutely not!”

“Then let’s hurry up and get those skates tied!” He kneels down, lifting your foot and deftly lacing your other skate up. You pout at him as you stand, swaying slightly to find your balance. His hand takes yours as you walk to the edge of the pond, helping you keep steady.

“Watch this!” You shake off his hand as you step out onto the ice. Without a wall or support for guidance, you are on your own for staying upright – and within seconds, your skirt tangles about your legs, causing you to stumble.

As if seeing an opportunity, Arthur comes up by your side and catches your arm. “Do you need to hold onto me while you skate? Perhaps assist you with a bit of a refresher course?”

“Nope!” You push off from him, skating forward a few more paces – and it doesn’t take long for your muscle memory to kick in and adjust. Speeding away from Arthur, you weave through the families and couples without a care, sticking to the perimeter just in case you need to fall against the snowy banks.

Arthur catches up after a minute or two of skating separately, spinning about on one foot in order to face you. “Well, you’ve rightly proven yourself a good skater. Can we at least hold hands now?”

You flash him a mischievous smile before propelling yourself forward and skating around him. His laughter rings in your ears as he skates up alongside you, showing off an elegant one-foot glide and turning about. You lift your skirts up slightly and show off your own glide, easily lifting your foot to your knee with little sway or upset.

“Trying to show off talent and skin now, are we?”

“I’ve got stockings on, Arthur!” You blush, letting your feet and skirts fall back to the ice. He laughs, but you continue to frown at him. It doesn’t take long for him to notice, and his words come out in a rush.

“I do think you’ve got quite a knack for this thing. I mean it.”

“No, it’s not about that. It’s just – it’s easier to skate in my time. Ice rinks are these big indoor buildings where the ice is always smooth. I could skate in pants or tights. That makes moving around a lot easier.”

Arthur whistles, but you make a face at him and intend to skate away – but before you can, Arthur reaches out and takes your hand.

“I’m sorry, my dear.” Regret mars his handsome features, and he slows his pace to keep you with him. “I seem to be unable to make you laugh. How might I make it up to you before we finish skating?”

“Well…” You ponder the thought only briefly, knowing exactly what you want. “… You could let me hold your arm while we skate. I’m willing to do that, so long as you stop waiting for me to make a mistake.”

“Then allow me the honour.” Extending his arm and allowing you to happily loop your hand through, Arthur follows your cue as you skate around the ice. “It’s good to have you near to warm me up – here I thought I would die from the chill!”

“It’s not that cold, Arthur. Don’t exaggerate. I just wanted to skate on my own for a bit before we came together!”

He laughs merrily, letting you guide him in a swaying pattern through the crowd. You both catch sight of a father letting go of his son’s hands and taking a couple steps back – and the boy falls dramatically on his face. He gets back up with little hesitation, trying once more to reach his father’s arms.

"Little buggers really can take anything before they bounce back, can’t they?” Arthur comments, watching as the two reunite and as the son begs to do it again.

“A lot of children skate from a young age in my time,” you say, leaning against him. “They have to if they want to do anything competitive in skating and enter tournaments or go to the Olympics.”

“Oh? – Oh! You’ve just reminded me! Those are going to start up soon! The Olympics! They’ll even be in Paris before long!”

"Really?”

“Really. Quite sure the Paris one will be at the turn of the century in 1900. And they’ll be adding figure skating when it heads to London in some odd years. I remember all the excitement about them coming to our country instead of being hosted in Italy.” He sighs at the thought, glancing down at you. “We could go to both of them, if you would like. I’m sure Le Comte will be trying to drag us all to the Paris Olympics, regardless of whether we want to or not.”

Your eyes sparkle at the idea, your smile beaming. “That would be amazing! Could we really go?”

“Of course we could! Just don’t let me forget, will you?”

“No way!”

“Right then. Now that that’s sorted, let’s get you off the ice.” He taps your nose. “You’re looking chilled. What do you say to coffee?”

“It sounds lovely.” Arthur hums at your agreement and leads you both off the ice, escorting you to sit down on the bench once more. He tuts as you start to lift your leg, and you look up at him. Arthur places a quick kiss to your red nose before crouching down, undoing your laces. “Allow me.”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” you say, but he does both your skates before sitting next to you and untying his own. Trading your skates for boots and packing them away, you set off for the nearest café. Within minutes, you are seated comfortably inside, your coats hung up nearby and the skates tucked beneath Arthur’s chair.

“Arthur, look!” You point to something on the menu. His face scrunches up as he reads it.

“I bring you here to get warm, and you want to order ice cream?! I’m just going to get a coffee.” He flips the menu back onto the table. “Piping hot, I hope.”

Someone comes over and takes your orders – black coffee for Arthur, and a peppermint coffee and vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup for you.

“What in blazes is a peppermint coffee?” Arthur asks.

“The menu said it’s just coffee with some sweet syrup and a peppermint stick. It’s probably not the same as the one I’m used to, but I want to try it, even if I have to add milk and sugar.”

“That’s not coffee anymore. I’ve got no idea what the hell it is, but it’s not coffee.”

“It most certainly is coffee! It’s going to be made with coffee beans and will be just like the kind at home, except mine’s going to have some nice things added to it.”

“With all of that stuff in it, your drink’s going to be more sugar than caffeine.”

The two of you continue to bicker back and forth over what constitutes a “coffee” until your order arrives. The coffee is piping hot, a little peppermint stick nestled in yours. The bowl of ice cream is a complete opposite to your drinks, the chocolate syrup cooling on top of the chilled dessert. A sugar bowl and milk jug set is placed between the two of you, and you reach for them immediately.

“Absolutely detestable,” Arthur says, peering into your mug as he takes a sip of his coffee. “And you’re even using the darned thing to stir your sugar in!”

“What?” You continue to stir with the peppermint stick, frowning. “It’s cute and meant to be used.”

Arthur makes a face and takes another hearty sip, already mulling on whether or not he will need a refill before you depart.

“Come on.” You hold out your mug towards him. “Just try it?”

He looks dubious, but reaches out nonetheless, taking the slightest of sips before passing it back. “It’s got a bit of a kick to it, sure, but that’s definitely more sugar than coffee. Can’t believe I just drank that.”

“Thank you for trying it. I’ll buy you some fudge on the way home in return for your taking us out skating, going to a café, and trying this. All right?”

“… Sounds like a plan.” He leans back in his chair as you tuck into your ice cream and not-coffee, his legs bumping against yours under the table. A content smile rises to his lips as he watches you eat, the happy flutter in his chest reminding him that, no matter where you are, there is no place he would rather be than at your side.

[tartagilicious]

checkmate (theo x reader) *repost

(thanks a lot to @cinnamon-smutcakes​ for pointing out tumblr’s shadowbanning habit lol, I wasn’t aware of it when I wrote this and never thought to go back and change the tags ^^)

checkmate bitch

genre: smut

wc: 3.6k

@pkmnmstrchf thank you for requesting, and also for your comment! this prompt is probably one of the best I got, so out of pure respect for the ideas in my head and the character, because I fuckifhj love him, this is gonna be a spicy one lol. (Because like I said, I’ll accept some~) yeah, this is gonna be a pretty explicit one since I jack up the monologuing and description so much to hide that I suck at dialogue 😘

(i’m sorry this took so long T_T)

written to miss you by gabrielle alplin and the enemy by Andrew belle

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“Why do you insist on doing this, Theo? It would take little for you to leave me alone until the sand in the hourglass falls, yet you-“

“Because,” He interrupted sharply, his lips curling in a half-hearted frown. “You must have mush for brains, knabbeltje. Don’t you get it?”

You felt like you had made an enemy of him the moment you stepped through the mansion’s doors. Even if he hadn’t known of you until later, his annoyance and irritation had still somehow stuck to you anyway.

And it really did seem that way to you.

You bickered with him constantly, almost as if he took pleasure in seeing you squirm because of his words. You argued unironically with equally sharp tongues, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like feeling as if you’d put him in his place. But, of course, that was only mutual. Both with fiery personalities, you each naturally yearned for nothing more than to put the other in their place.

You assumed that was what he was doing when he came to your room; doing nothing more than picking a fight, but he showed you that he was less predictable than you thought in more ways than one that night.

You narrowed your eyes as he came closer. “Obviously I don’t.”

His eyes held as much tension as your own did, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could go without cracking under the weight of it. It was clear he felt the same way, his normally stern eyes swimming with unfamiliar emotions. Predictably, he was the first one to make a move, his eyes unwavering on yours as he walked up to you.

“You’re the one that has mush for brains.” You mumble, avoiding his eyes for the sake of your wildly beating heart.

His cool eyes swept over your face before he laughed with mock concern. “You can’t come up with a better comeback than that?”

“I could,” You gave him a steady look. “But you’re not worth it.”

His lips curved up slightly into a daring smile as his fingers came out to run teasingly on your jawline.

“Is that so? Prove it.”

And, before you could so much as get a word out, his lips were on yours. He took you as if you were an aphrodisiac, his movements ardent yet gentle, and you couldn’t help but find yourself getting lost in it as his tongue began to swipe across your lips. The pleasure he gave you from a single kiss was inconceivable, and though you knew it was wrong, you let yourself continue with as much of a comprehensible thought as you could manage.

You opened your lips to him, sighing languidly as your tongue played with his. The feelings he gave you rushed to your stomach immediately and settled there as you moved closer to him, giving up your justified senses as you silently begged him for more.

He pulled away after what felt like only a few moments, a thin string of saliva connecting you as you both breathed hard.

“___, I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him for an instant, your mind suddenly asking you if what was happening was right. But, before you could dwell on it, your body gave into his lingering touch and his adoring words. You unconsciously reached out and pulled him close again, a content moan stumbling from his lips as your arms wrapped around his neck.

His kisses were sweet with just the right amount of intense, but, they ultimately weren’t enough.

You shakily found his hand and laced your fingers tightly with his before lifting it up your skirt to push directly over your clothed heat. You were admittedly unsure of the boldness that came with your actions, but he, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice as he stopped to ask you one last thing before you crossed the point of no return.

His whisper was rushed but gentle as he asked, “Are you sure?”

I’m never been more unsure of anything in my life.

But, you had no choice but to give into the painful arousal flaring in your stomach, putting aside your worries rather than stopping things where they stood because of them. You gave him the firmest nod you could muster, and he took to you expertly right away. His fingers pressed into you as he moved to pepper kisses down your neck, stopping sporadically and leaving marks that were sure to show well into the next day.

You moaned his name in a quiet vibrato as your fingers dived into his hair, gripping whatever you could as he continued to press into you. His fingers worked neatly, kneading you in ways that had you about melting where you stood. Your knees trembled as pleasure overcame your body, and you gripped his shoulder as a soft plea for more.

The knot in your stomach tightened as his voice came out low and raspy, his lips brushing up against your ear as he spoke.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping, ___.”

He dragged a single digit across your clothed slit in a single slow motion that had a whimper tumbling out of your lips and colour flooding your cheeks.

“It’s because of you,” You pushed out the words with a shaky gulp. “You jerk,”

You felt him smirk at the side of your face as he pulled his hand away from you.

“Are you asking that I stop, then?”

His teasing was expressed in a haughty tone that you would normally despise, but now the sound did nothing more than add to the slick mess between your thighs.

You pulled back to stare him in the eye, your expression twisted into a pout. It didn’t take long for him to give into you, though, and with your arm still wrapped around his neck, he pulled you back in to a fiery kiss that took your breath away. He kissed you roughly, as if his life depended on it, and you responded steadfast.

He backed you into a corner with his tongue in your mouth and his hand slipping past your panties before catching you by surprise and lifting you up to sit on your desk. You let out a gasp as he hiked up your skirt and slipped the first digit into your heat without warning, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to steady yourself. Arousal was dripping through your panties and onto the wood finish of the desk beneath you, and you couldn’t help but whine in embarrassment and pleasure at the lewd sounds that echoed throughout the room.

“Theo-“ Your eyes squeezed shut as he added another finger, and you just heard him push out a laugh as he panted.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you come so undone, ___.”

Your grip tightened on his shoulders as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, and you couldn’t even find the heart to respond fully. So, you did all you could as you reached up and pulled him into a desperate kiss. Your lower stomach burned as your tongues swirled together and his fingers continued to work to a point where you could almost taste your release. But, he seemed to notice this, too, and immediately ceased all of his actions. He backed away from the kiss, and pulled his fingers clean out of you in a quick motion that had you moaning yearningly for him.

“Hondje, did you really think I was going to let you finish so quickly?” He whispered this to you as he pulled his fingers away, taking pleasure in the way you squirmed.

Your breaths were uneven but your eyes were determined as you spat out, “Fuck you,”

He smiled beratingly before responding casually. “Don’t worry your little head, that’s already well on its way.”

Reaching behind him, he grabbed the desk chair he’d pushed away and sat on it so he was almost at eye-level with your pulsing heat. But before he could go any further, he noticed that you had already sneakily slipped your hand down your panties while he was looking away. Your eyes were shut and your brows were knitted tightly, your face so wound up and delicate that he even hesitated in interrupting you for a moment.

But, seeing the look on your face as he grabbed your wrist to stop you was worth it.

“What did I just say?” He asked, his voice dangerously low as his fingers played with the waistband of your underwear. “You don’t get to cum until I say so, got it?”

Before you could respond, he had slipped your underwear clean off and thrown them on the floor. You moaned at the contact of cold air and he took the opportunity of your blindness to pull you legs down and hook them smoothly over his shoulders.

You gasped as his tongue ran slowly across your clit, your back arching easily at the quick change in position. But he did little to ease you into it, his tongue licking into any crevice and going as deep as it could almost immediately. Your moans grew so loud and desperate that you were half-worried that the other residents could hear them, but you long forgot about it as lewd slurping sounds filled the room and pleasure filled your chest.

You panted as Theo’s nose rubbed against you, and soon, with the combination of his tongue, you were seeing colours in no time. Your first release was a heavy feeling that had you groaning in pleasure as your essence was quickly lapped up by the man responsible for it. But in the moments after, he couldn’t help but cease. Everything was very sudden, and even he was having a hard time wrapping his head around what was happening.

He did all he could before catching your lips in a gentler kiss, hoping the action conveyed his thoughts well enough before he decided to hoist you up and bring you over to the bed for a more comfortable change. He dropped you on the soft mattress in one smooth motion, backing you up to the headboard. But, he took an extra second to look at you before continuing. Your skirt was still hiked up, revealing you nude beneath, and the top two buttons of your shirt had somehow come undone in the events prior. Never in a thousand years did he think that you, the strange woman who had unknowingly waltzed her way into a different time, would be lying in front of him, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. But, there you were, in the flesh.

Without wasting another second, he pressed his lips contra yours once again, reigniting the undone passion with no trouble. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer as your lips worked against each other’s, equally desperate to continue where you left off. Pieces of clothing came off one by one before long- your oxford, his jacket, your skirt, his pants; until you were both bared before each other in yet another way.

Because even if you’d made temporary enemies out of each other, there was still a certain type of smile exchanged between the two of you, certain words and certain levels of trust that put both of you out there in more ways than just physical. You were one hell of an arguer, but, you were also one hell of listener, just as he was the same. Your relationship wasn’t easy to explain, so, he thought he could at least try then.

His lips made their way slowly down your body, stopping to leave generous marks on your neck and collarbone, and occasionally your stomach. He couldn’t help but indulge in the way you shook with pleasure, after all, your moans only fuelling his actions further. But as soon as he ceased for even a moment, you gathered all of your strength and flipped him over so you were straddling his lap. He moaned as you held his shoulders, your cum still gushing down your thighs and onto him.

You were breathing heavily, but you still managed to laugh. “Checkmate, Theo,”

He stared up at you and the marks all over your body and couldn’t help the words that came out of his mouth when he met your smouldering eyes.

“Ride me.”

You faltered momentarily, just blinking, and for a second, he was afraid you were going to bail. You had been very clearly enjoying yourself and had made no effort to stop him, but he couldn’t help but notice your occasional hesitation. He didn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to, so he couldn’t get rid of the thought you potentially didn’t want to be doing what you were. He wanted to ask you, but before he could, you made up your mind. You shifted and sank down onto him, groaning and grabbing his hands as you positioned yourself on him. Your stomach was beating almost painfully as you began to rock your hips into a rhythm, closing your eyes as Theo gripped your hands back.

“Shit,“ He moaned, leaning his head back into the headboard as you began to lift yourself up and down. “You’re so good-“

You moaned his name as tears came to your eyes, your hips becoming sloppy as your releases both approached quickly.

“I-“ You cut yourself off with a soft whine, feeling him twitch inside of you as you squeezed your eyes shut. “I’m close,”

If you were being honest, you don’t remember what happened after that very well. You did trust Theo enough to feel okay not asking as you laid down in bed, already half asleep, but you were also just too embarrassed to admit that you’d almost blacked out for a few minutes. You wished you could have fought your exhaustion, but, after a hard day, you knew it was unavoidable no matter what. Your thoughts were like soup, and you could barely form a sensible thought as you quietly let Theo clean you up.

You were well on your way to a deep sleep, but, there was one thing that stuck out in your mind and flared in your chest above the rest of the emotions you were feeling. Pleasure, relief, and happiness pushed at your heart, but heaviest of all, regret rose to the top and overpowered the rest. You told yourself it wasn’t Theo, nor anything he’d done specifically, but no matter what, the fact that you were soon leaving the world behind stayed the same. You couldn’t afford to get close to anyone just as much as they couldn’t afford to get close to you, yet there you were.

Theo was walking over to you after disposing of the towels he’d used, but had stopped to pull his clothes on. You didn’t wait then.

“Theo, I think you need to leave,” You pushed this out in a single breath, bracing for his reaction as you internally apologised over and over again. “Before we wake up and regret what we’ve done.”

You were expecting a rash reaction from him because; he was still someone you weren’t on the best terms with. That hadn’t changed, no matter what you did with him. But, after a few long moments of silence, he just nodded quietly. You felt all kinds of things watching him force a smile and walk out, but you felt guilty that you were none the wiser about the thoughts whirring through his head.

Theo felt regretful. He mentally kicked himself for not listening to his gut and taking away concern in the way you had been hesitating, because it had come back to bite both of you. He knew it was his fault for that, and really, what could he do besides respect your decision?

The next time you saw him was in the dining room late the next morning, and you felt an unnecessary desire to avoid his gaze. Out of what, you didn’t know, and that alone was enough to frustrate you to your core. But you still kept your thoughts hidden, trying not to react to his eyes that stuck on your back as you walked.

That went on throughout the next few days, like a meaningless game. He stood next to you but you didn’t acknowledge him; you exchanged brief glances but nothing more, and it had so many things swirling in your chest you didn’t know what to do. It was almost too hard to act that way. You had gone over what to say to him in your head what must have nearly been a thousand times, yet, every time you saw him, your heartbeat picked up and you couldn’t help but look away.

Both of you were too quiet to say anything, and you knew that if you didn’t get the guts to say something, you would leave it to sit and nothing would change. So, you resolved that the next time you saw him, you would say what was on your mind. Then, you couldn’t help but repeatedly chicken out. It was like a cycle and you were tired of it; then it became clear that he was, too.

You met Theo by chance in the dining room at suppertime a few evenings later, and while you were fine in distracting yourself by talking to Arthur, who also was there, you still felt as though the issue was weighing down hard in your chest. It wasn’t much for the author to pick up on something so trivial, but he still had enough sense to not bring it up. He was his usual teasing self otherwise, but there was a kind of solid understanding swimming around in his eyes as he spoke that had you silently thanking him.

He didn’t butt in once, and merely left once he was done with his meal with quiet reassuring words and an entirely too characteristic wink of good luck.

You didn’t feel as though you’d gotten any luckier, though, because now, you were stuck in a room with the very person you needed luck regarding. You’d seen Arthur out of the room, seeing as you’d both finished your meals around the same time, and you almost felt weird about turning back to face Theo. So, you just called out a half-hearted goodbye, too deep in your thoughts to realise that he was coming up to you.

When you turned to leave, he caught your wrist in a swift motion that had your breath hitch.

“___?”

His voice was softer than you’d expected it to be, melting your heart in just the way you’d been trying to avoid. But, even you recognised what was happening; and it was far too late to do anything about it.

“…Theo.” You trailed off as you turned around to courageously meet his eye. It took all the confidence you had to speak. “What is it?”

He raised a brow. “Do you really want to play that game? You haven’t said a thing to me all week.”

You hesitated. What were you supposed to say to that?

“Sorry,” You managed, giving him a bashful smile as your cheeks flushed. “I honestly didn’t mean to ignore you, I swear - it was sort of just like an instinct after the first time.”

“I’m sorry if I, you know, did something wrong. If you weren’t comfortable I shouldn’t have forced y-“

Your brows knitted in confusion as you interrupted, ��You didn’t force me to do anything! Theo, is that what you thought?”

He didn’t answer, dropping your wrist to put a hand on the back of his neck.

“You didn’t really give me a choice, did you?” he mumbled, sheepishly avoiding your eyes. Your heart did flips as you watched him, and, you finally realised the severity of what you’d gotten yourself into. No matter what you tried to convince yourself, the conclusion was clear as day. You had fallen in love with Theo, and there was no turning back now.

“I’m sorry,” You loosened up, exhaling your regrets. “it was stupid of me to do what I did. I regret it a lot, and I’m sorry I put you in such a bad spot.”

He stared at your expression before quickly grinning. “When you put it like that, ___, I have no right to be angry.”

“But also, Theo-“ You continued with a nervous smile. “I’m sorry for telling you to leave that night. You were, you know, good…”

You trailed off before covering your face as you laughed, fuelled by his laughter ringing alongside yours.

Moments later, he grabbed your hands and brought them away from your face so you could meet his eyes, and you had a hard time not blushing at how attractive he looked while smiling.

But, his smile was sly as he said, “You can tell me I’m a good f—“

You ripped your hand from his and put it over his mouth before he could take the sentence any further, adoration oozing from your gaze as you watched him laugh. Then, in sparked retaliation, he put his hands slyly around your waist but then began to relentlessly tickle your sides. So, when you had no choice but to let go of him, he took you in your arms and brought you close, your face just below his as he grinned yet again.

“Checkmate, ___.”

You smiled at the repetition of your words from the other night.

“You think you’ve already won?” You asked, smiling widely as you pulled his collar down to give him a slow kiss on the lips. The action undoubtedly completed your goal of surprising him, and with a slight murmur in-between your desperate actions, you whispered,

“Well, I win.”

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Could I request Vlad, Comte and Leo with prompts k, p and y? Happy holidays, and thanks either way.

Of course! Happy holidays to you as well! 💞

Vlad:

K = Kink:

- This one is absolutely a sucker for some power play; can definitely see him being into dominating you, putting you where he wants you and just keeping you there (probably prefers using his hands/body rather than restraints though)

- He also likes it when you push back; wants the thrill of it, the sudden rush of adrenaline and the sound of your blood pounding as you push him down and give as good as you get

- Loves to get you riled up until your blood is rushing and then presses his tongue to your pulse point so he can feel it he moans every time

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- Leans more to the rougher side of the spectrum

- He loses himself easily in you and the rough pace, not necessarily fast but definitely consuming and passionate

- Doesn’t want to hurt you, but when you beg for him to let go and just fuck you, he will absolutely listen and then good luck bc he is feral

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

- Basically wants to pin you down and have his way with you always

- All the time

- Don’t test him and his nearly non-existent impulse control

- You have to be reaaal careful taking any clothes off around this man, or even showing off your neck too much because 👀

- He’s gonna be across the room and on you pretty much instantly (of course once you discover this, he’s going to be in for a world of temptation)

Comte:

K = Kink:

- Really really gets off on bringing his partner pleasure

- He loves to watch, whether that’s gazing at you from the foot of his bed as you pleasure yourself or fucking you in front of a mirror so you can both see how lost you are to each other

- Whispers to you about how beautiful you are, what a treasure, how enraptured he is by you

- “Look into my eyes as you come ma chérie, I want to watch as you fall apart”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- Definitely prefers to take it slow and have really intimate sex

- Lives for heavy romantic shit, it’s all about feeling the emotional intensity just as much as the physical pleasure for him

- Likes to talk it out as well, really wants the verbal affirmation that you’re enjoying yourself

- The ultimate master at slow, attentive love making

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

- Fairly high, but it doesn’t always have to culminate in sex for him. He craves intimacy above all else, so every action he does is suffused with longing and adoration; makes sure to memorize every single spot on you that makes you shiver and moan

- Then proceeds to completely exploit that information constantly

- Not because he’s dtf all the time (though he’s definitely that with you too), but because he genuinely desires to be giving you as much pleasure as possible at all times

- He’s always stroking his fingers along the curve of your neck, lightly gripping your hip, brushing along the side of your ribs what a fucking tease tbh

- You’re in a nearly constant state of low level arousal with him lmao good luck not jumping him

Leonardo:

K = Kink:

- He adores the sound of your voice, whether you’re speaking about something mundane or professing your feelings for him

- And don’t even get him started on how much he loves hearing you talk about your future knowledge, bc that really gets him going

- But the noises you make during sex

- Oh god he’s fucked

- This leads easily into what can only be classified as an obsession of causing you to make as much noise as possible for him

- Seriously, the other residents refuse to even enter the same wing of the mansion when the two of you are occupied

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- Slow but intense

- He likes to draw it out until you’re both barely hanging on, clutching at each other until every movement is heightened tenfold

- Wants you on the fucking brink, until you can’t form sentences, can’t think of anything but his name; only then will he start to let go and chase his own pleasure

- The man is a goddamn force of nature, and when his full attention is focused on you, it’s an actual transcendent experience

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

- Extremely high, but he’s really good at playing it cool

- Even when he’s dying for it, he’s still going to purposely wind you up, get you hot and bothered

- He wants you to be as wrecked as he feels inside

- This obviously leads to the two of you frequently disappearing, sometimes multiple times in one day because if you don’t have him inside you immediately, you might actually explode

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Request here

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Congratulations on 900 followers! You are such an amazing writer and I'm so happy you share your works with this fandom. We are truly blessed. If we can request, I'd love to see your hot take on Jinpachi or more Kageie. Headcanon or drabble (heck even a sentence). Thanks for throwing up this bonanza dance party shindig extravaganza!

Thank you for participating in the bonanza dance party shindig extravaganza! Your kind words make me very happy. You can request, and I’m so glad you did! 🙇🏻‍♀️ Some NSFW headcanons of both men for you.

Jinpachi is methodically considerate with you, always. You’ll need to ask for variety if you want it (or perhaps you won’t feel the need to ask... dependability and familiarity are good things, and the man is GOOD at what he does!).

He’s big into putting you to sleep with sex. Not making you pass out or anything, but your dreamy relaxed face as you slip into sleep— heart hngggggg. This means midday sex and quickies are rare, because part of his respect for you and desire to honor you means he wants to allow you time to rest afterwards.

you. are. gonna. need. it.

Can the man fuck you, silently and safely, in all kinds of perfect for quickie places?  Y E S

Really likes you close, in positions that keep long stretches of your bodies connected (spooning, CAT) or wind you together (like lotus). The honor of your closeness is more of a privilege than seeing any of you bouncing.

Though. There was a time in an empty kitchen when you were practically laying on the air, your thighs wrapped around his hips and his hands curved over your sides, precious little of the counter supporting the back of your head until you pushed yourself off with your own hands and he gently, without pulling out, helped you back until your hands found the floor to support you. And that was very nice for both of you.

Might be tricky to get him to have ‘fun’ sex. He’ll do it if you can explain what you are looking for, but generally he’s as serious and tender a guy as he is with all his clothes on.

Kageie will do what you tell him to do, once you find your voice. Until then he’ll call the shots with coolness that might make you think he’s not even into it. Until he’s literally in you.

Very practiced masturbator. Doesn’t need to fantasize when he does it, the exercise—that’s how he thinks of it!— is about feeling and he knows how to touch himself.

Possibly as a result, definitely related: he’ll be tactile with you and want to touch you a lot, everywhere. His fingers will seek out every dip and outward curve on your body to explore (favorites: navel, ass, ankles). At first these touches are more for his own mental catalog of sensations: selfish but not intending to be hurtful. As you are together longer he’ll begin to touch you for you.

When you touch him the first time, he probably glares at you. But you are not the one he’s mad at, so ignore him and keep stroking. Do that zigzag thing he likes right at the middle of his shaft.

Kageie likes positions where he can see your back. No preference between doggy and reverse cowgirl because your neck, shoulders, and the dip of your spine are what he wants to see. And of course, he’ll be touching them as much as he can. Liiiiiiikes it when you sweat, mostly because your skin gets slippery, a little bit because it’s proof you’re working for him.

Chills out (even more) after sex. He’s not going to go get you water or anything, but he’s up for snuggling and pillow talk! It will only be a handful of sessions before he’ll begin to open his arms just for you. Might even lazily stroke your hair if you rest your head on his chest or shoulder.

When you tell him what you want, the less of an option it is, the faster he’ll do it. “Harder” = good reaction, “Harder now, right there” = what you were asking for. “Gentle, be gentle” = he’ll slow to giving you the barest of touches, “Lick with the flat of your tongue right above your fingers, gently” = enjoy seeing those stars! He’s honestly not trying to be difficult. Specificity goes a long, long way because there are so many different ways he can interpret what you’re saying.

He’s got a hefty dose of sub in him, and you calling the shots not only gets you your primary desires but puts him in a relaxed and willing headspace. Let him think less. Let him be teased.

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Now find which character you are~~

This is mine😂I don’t mind but I really am just like him😂😂

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