#st germain x reader

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

you know how you did bg3 types of yanderes, could you do that for castlevania? Like the trio and isaac, hector, dracula/lisa, carmilla, st. germain??

A/N: For reference, here is the one I did for BG3 villains, and here is the one I did for the BG3 Main Companions. Also, this is unedited as hell so if you see grammar mistakes, no you didn't. 

Castlevania Characters as Yandere! Types: 

Yandere! Trevor: 

Defensive. Calucative. Hardened. Trevor’s seen far worse than you, from humans and monsters alike. He knows the terror and the cruelty that lurks out there. He wants to shield you from it all, for as long as possible. He has this overwhelming need to prevent what happened to his family from happening to you. Even then, he knows your innocence won’t last; it couldn’t possibly. So long as you’re tied to him, you will know hardship. So as much as he babies you, and refuses to grant you complete independence, he is also distant, and frequently unaffectionate. In his line of work, people don’t die of old age; neither of you will be in the other’s life forever. Just let him love you the way he needs, when he asks for it, please. Everything else is so difficult in his life, you don’t want to add to that. Make yourself into the one piece of his life that is easy. And enjoy the easy while it lasts. 

Yandere! Sypha: 

Confident. Feisty. Unyielding. Sypha is always sure of herself. Everything she does, she does with 100% effort and full intent- your relationship is no different. From the moment she sees you, she’s sure she likes you, and she’s certain you like her. Any behavior that suggests otherwise on your part must simply be beginning relationship nerves. After all, she is a scholar and a Speak Magician. Her infectious optimism seeps out of her every pore. Her love for you knows no bounds, and she will not hesitate to throw herself into danger to prove it. I mean, she can conjure fire and ice instantaneously in her own two hands! Who wouldn’t want to be her partner?  Only some sort of complete and total asshole would try and turn her down, or worse, fight against her. She fights for what is right, and what is just. You wouldn’t fight against what’s just, would you? 

Yandere! Alucard: 

Intellectual. Sharp. Melancholic. Alucard is not a stranger to romance nor heartbreak. Losing the people closest to him has left him vulnerable, both emotionally and physically. Instead of processing his feelings, he bottles them up, until he can no longer bear their weight. He feels such pressure to remain composed, remain controlled, not animalistic, to go against the programming of half of his biology. At the same time, he is starving, desperate, and filled with an insatiable thirst for closeness. Such a complicated, disconsolate man, Alucard needs you to stay, more than anything. His life has been so lonely, and so hard; at times it feels like all he knows is loss and the cruel impossible whispers of desire. You need to stay. You need to choose him. He cannot take another heartbreak. It’s quite possible, given his role throughout history, that humanity wouldn’t survive another one of his heartbreaks either.  

Yandere! Isaac: 

Keen. Precise. Self-Righteous. Isaac has journeyed far on his quest for revenge, coming not only into a new land and new role but a new self as well. Gone is the former subservient, sacrificial lamb, who has risen into a stronger, wiser, seemingly benevolent king. Do not mistake this kindness for weakness, however. You must be either admirable or too kind-hearted to pose a genuine threat. Once you’ve caught his eye, prepare for an odd game of cat and mouse, you being the mouse of course. Isaac is not used to having friends, much less romantic companions. You must be patient as he learns the intricacies of your psyche. Surely, you must know he’s been analyzing it since you met? Be an honest, positive presence in his life, and he will keep you safe from all others who may do you harm. Treat him as the wise king he now sees himself as, and perhaps, he will ask you to be his queen. 

Yandere! Hector: 

Reclusive. Embittered. Suspicious. Hector has been forced to toughen up. Too late did he realize at the end of the road, that it is the people, not the zombies you command that can make or break a man. That is where you come in my dear. Following Lenore’s death, Hector’s purpose is up in the air, he is suddenly a puppet, free of its strings. He feels much wiser, but just as lonely. Hector cannot help but latch on to you, the first “normal” person to view him as human. He yearns for a simple quiet life, with a dog (a live one) and a partner to call his own. You’re perfectly plain, or perhaps, you’re just odd enough to make him look normal, and he relishes that. You have to understand that he can’t share much about his past. He can’t possibly tell you about his old life, no, no, no. He’s hiding it from you, hells, he’s hiding from it with you. He loves you dearly, he does. But he can’t trust you, not fully. A man with a history like his cannot truly trust anyone. 

Yandere! Dracula/Lisa: 

Nurturing. Captivated. Smothering. Dracula was not keen on humans before meeting Lisa; she bewitched him body and soul. And now the two of them have become enthralled by you. Dracula has learned the ‘other’ humans are not to be trusted, not with you, and certainly not with his wife. Lisa finds it unfortunate how she is no longer able to treat her former patients in Lupu, but she’s also incredibly thankful now that she has you to take care of! Ever the eager student, she still wants to learn so many things, and how wonderful of a practice dummy you are. Dracula is also eternally grateful that his wife will not be completely lonely; he knows how much helping her fellow humans means to her, and now that you’re here, Dracula no longer has to worry about keeping his wife (and by extension, you) to himself for eternity. 

Yandere! Carmilla: 

Prepared. Calculating. Cruel. Carmilla is a sadist at heart, there’s no denying it. She loves feeling the power she wields over all other people, humans, and vampires alike. For you to have caught her attention, surely you must be something special. Either you are particularly gifted in something she’s not (negotiations, necromancy, art, etc.) or you’re just so unbelievably precious, that she can’t help but want to steal you away for herself. She sees you as a possession, as a rare and beautiful gem, not a person. Even if she did ‘hear’ anything you had to say, she’d simply consider it further fodder to be used in manipulating you should it all come to that. She is not a woman who is denied, not by God, not by man, not by Dracula, and certainly not by you. Chin up, pet. Things could always be much worse. You could be thrown in the dungeons and left to rot. How lovely of Carmilla to instead treat you to more luxury than your kind could ever dare to deserve. For your continued safety, may I suggest showing a little gratitude? I mean it’s not like your life depends on it or anything. It does. 

Yandere! St. Germain: 

Wise. Inquisitive. Obsessive. St. Germain is a man who knows his mind. He knows a great deal about alchemy, and that alchemy, at the end of his days, will be his greatest work. That was of course, all before he met you. You opened up a whole side of him that he didn't know existed. Before you, his conquest was kings and courts; his acquaintances were mages and scholars! But now, in his effort to keep you from himself, you have become his conquest; his acquaintances are vampires and demons, all practitioners of dark magic. To him, it’s of little matter, so long as he can secure you, his one true love. To him, it’s the most important to have someone to share all his knowledge with, all that he’s achieved. To bask in the victory alone does not hold the same merit. He needs you at his side, he needs you to be invested in the great work. Without you, without your love, he fears he cannot achieve it. As such, he will do whatever it takes to get you by his side. And I do mean- whatever- it takes. 

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Part 3 of the kylian fic please, can you make it longer too?

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Number 7 on her back (Kylian Mbappe x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, Jude and Jobe are still little shits

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News travel fast throughout the parisian city, so as soon as you, Jude Bellingham's older sister, showed up wearing the number 7 to a PSG match, that one belonging to the one and only Kylian Mbappe, the news traveled fast, and once the match was over, thanks go's a PSG win, you had thousands of new followers and we're trending topic along missed calls of your brothers and a message from your mother that had your blood turning cold:

Having fun in Paris, hm? Your brother commented on this but I didn't believe him. You bet we are going to have a nice talk once you are back here, young lady

Paris isn't so bad, you think, maybe Kyky will let you stay with him forever.

You are lucky he sat you in a reserved area, not having to deal with the fans as you go down to meet him, waiting for him near the locker room as you heard the joyful screams and the sounds of celebration going on inside.

Your phone pings and you roll you eyes at the messages coming from your brothers:

Ugly Jude: hope you know you will have to be wearing my shirt to lots of matches after this

always saying you don't like the attention then you go wearing Kyky's shirt

by the way, my yellow is much prettier than that ugly blue

I don't know if I prefer you with him or with Erling🤔

Ugly Jobe: for this treason of going off with your boyfriend, you better bet I am telling mum lots of shit so she drags you home all the way from Paris

also, bring me a messi shirt, neymar too, not Kyky's, he can bring it himself so we can meet face to face

he is about to meet meet the jobe bellingham way of fighting if he wants my sister

Your answers are short to bother of them a: I am blocking you to Jude and a: we both know that you will be dragling yourself away after the first punch to Jobe

"Enjoyed the extra special seat?" he asks, mouth meeting yours in a short but sweet kiss, dumb smiles on both of your faces.

"Yeah, it was extra good for my photo to be all over the internet and my mum waiting for me back home to beat my ass"

"Well, no surprise everyone wants to see the gorgeous girl I somehow pulled"

"You talk as if you didn't know I had the biggest celebrity crush on you"

"Had?"

"Have, had, whatever sounds the best for you" he looks you up and down "Done checking me out?"

"I didn't think you would look so good in my shirt"

"Come on, this is not the first time you have seen me in it"

"I know, but seeing you in it again brings me back the memories, makes me want to repeat what happened again right now"

"That's not going to happen, enough scandals for one day"

"Damm, I though the headline: Kylian Mbappe and y/n Bellingham caught having wild, rewarding post-match sex after PSG's latest win"

"I will be giving you a reward, mister, but it surely won't be here"

"Your place of my place?"

"Seeing as in we are in Paris it will have to be your place"

The ride is fast, and as soon as the door closes his lips are on yours, tongue down your throat as he cups your face, no space in between you two.

He separates, looking you up and down, taking out his phone.

"What are you doing?"

He looks mischievous, a cheeky glint on his eye "One last scandal for the day"

He directs you to the window panels, telling you to pose, let everyone see how pretty you are, making everyone know the Kylian Mbappe is taken and at the same time maybe making your brothers a bit mad.

He posts the picture with the caotion: the best reward after a good match 😍😍😍, he tags you, posts it and throws the phone away, he will later see how much it blows up, you too put your phone on silence, knowing the little shits you share blood with will surely have a lot to say about this.

"Is it a bad moment to tell you Jobe wants a Messi and a Neymar shirt?"

"I will take care of it, but, what about me?"

"He says you have to directly give it to him so he can fight you"

"No, offense, but your brothers are two little shits"

"Believe me, I know"

He shakes his head, laughing beford once again turning serious, his hands around your waist, he picks you up and throws you to the couch, body instantly on yours and lips melting together.

His hands are clumsy, naughty and fast at what they do as they unbotton your jeans, one going inside and instantly having you moaning out as his skilled fingers tease you.

Tight circles are made on you clit and your hole is being touched but not filled as you want it to be, and you move along to fully undress you lower part -you know he likes his last name on your back, so you don't care about it.

You are grinding up into him, his boner against your tummy as you moan into each other's mouth.

Everything is so desperate, you have honestly never been into someone as much as you are into him, no one ever has made you feel as good as he does, knowing exactly what buttons to push to have you seeing stars.

You are basically tearing off his t-shirt, you want to admire him whole, he laughs but complies, then finally pushing in a finger but he knows it's not enough, having you used to the size of his cock, having you full of him and his cum.

His pants are off next, your legs around his waist as fingers continue teasing you, three inside, still not enough yet the loving touches being given to your clit have you squirming around, moaning loudly, you want him inside you, you can feel the weight of his member on you thigh.

You are begging him, he likes the sound of it, the sound of your moans and whines, the mouth of his name coming from you. He is not only teasing you, but also himself, if it were for him he would have fucked you back on the stadium, but he respects you way too much for that -but if you were to ever ask him to do it he would comply without a doubt.

His lips are on your neck, leaving a reminder amongst the others of how good he makes you feel, your sounds are a higher pitch, he knows you are close, and honestly the sounds are almost enough to have him cumming untouched.

But the man, as always the tease, stops.

He doesn't give you any time to complain though as he spins you around, having you and all fours for him, his surname and number on full display, it makes him possessive, proud, he loves it.

He reaches for his phone, ignoring the notifications as he snaps a picture, through glossy eyes you turn to him, confused.

"Don't worry, this one is for my eyes only"

The phone is thrown away once more, in his hands is his large cock, he jerks himself off, preparing for the heavenly heat your insides are as he grabs into you ass, enjoying the plush feeling of it, now do unmarked but by the time the night ends it won't be like that, of that you can be sure.

He lines un with your entrance, he doesn't waste any time, filling you up from the go, groaning at the tightness, the feeling will never be one he gets used to.

You face buriea into the couch, letting into it the loud sound of your moans and begs, it's all rough, animalistic, brutal, no time for doubt, he fucks you decisively, how you like it, his one true reward after a victory, the only one he will ever want from now on.

He is in control, he takes you as if he were in heat, moving you how he likes it -no complains from you-, as if you were his very own sex doll, alive to serve him and receive the inmense pleasure he gives you.

You play with your clit, his balls a harsh push against your ass, they are heavy, leaving the untarnished skin now red. Everything is so red, a way too fuck away the stress, a way to relieve yourselves even if there is nothing wrong going on, it's only but an excuse, even if there are no excuses needed when it comes to Kylian Mbappe fucking you.

He leans forward to have his lips biting into you neck, kissing your back, there is no space in between the two of you, you can feel the way both his abs and balls tighten up, he is close, so are you, cumming and reaching your own extasis, your juices wetting the couch, you would be embarrassed were it the first time this happens, but it's not.

He cums deeply inside you, making you so full of him, feeling as if you were to explode, and when he leaves your insides, he pushes everything inside, so you stay full, then kisses the red skin, a mini reward before the next round starts.

The night ends on his bed, you are cuddled into his chest, long asleep, as he scrolls through the comments on his post, a chuckle leaving him as he sees the ones left behind by your brothers.

judebellingham ew 🤢🤢🤢, please don't make me an uncle, tell her mum saw this and she is so gonna get it when she is back

jobebellingham @k.mbappe be prepared to fight me once you dare to step foot in our house

[swayziiwriter]

Destruction | Kylian Mbappé

summary: kylian absolutely destroying your body in the best possible ways.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

It was quiet all throughout the home of you and Kylian. Our heavy breathing filling the void of silence as our hot naked bodies laid under the cold covers.

Kylian continued to slide under the covers disappearing between the sheets towards your aching core, you felt Kylian's fingers tapping all over your stomach and hips until he reached your dripping pussy.

"So wet, all for me" you heard Kylian say as he dipped his face into your pussy, without any warning as you couldn't see him under the sheets.

"Shit Kylian" you moaned out as Kylian started to suck on your clit before darting his tongue in and out of your core.

He continued eating you as he found his pace, it was fast and hard. He was bringing you close to your first climax of the night as you reached your hands under the sheets searching for his body, needing to feel him as he ate you out.

"Kylian I'm so close" you breathed out edging closer to your high as Kylian never stopped his movements. Kylian moaned into your core sending vibrations all throughout your body, your body felt like it was on fire, his tongue moved inside you hitting all the right places, curving at the perfect angles leaving you chanting his name begging for a release.

Kylian abruptly left your core as you let out a whine at the loss of contact and pleasure. "Want to cum?" he asked, moving the covers off his face so he could look at you. "Yes, yes" you whined out, moving your hand down to his neck trying to push him down to continue your cloud nine.

"Beg for it" he smirked, teasing you brought Kylian a joy like no other, having you begging under him, helpless and needy for his dick.

"Please let me cum Kylian, I need to cum" you replied with no shame, your need for a release was stronger than any desire to be composed in a situation like this. "Cum all over my mouth" Kylian said dipping back into your throbbing pussy, he continued at a fast pace leaving no time for you to take it in.

You felt hazy as Kylian once again hit your g-spot, your hips buckled before Kylan grabbed them keeping them in place as you neared your climax. Kylian sucked on your bud hard, that brought you over the edge leaving you cumming all over his mouth as he licked all your juices up greedily.

You moaned out his name as you came down from your high, Kylian's warm hand inched up your body sliding up to your breasts gabbing them in his hands as he slid up from the covers towards your chest.

Kylian then left open mouthed kisses all over your chest, mumbling dirty words as he did so. You let out a sigh before lifting Kylian from your chest bringing his face up to yours, you brought your lips to his in a fiery kiss. Kylian lifted himself to be over you, his lips never leaving yours as you continued to kiss him.

You tasted yourself on his tongue, it made your insides turn with excitement as you longed to taste his juices.

You slid your hand down to his cock, which was pressed up against his abdomen hard and leaking pre cum.

"fuck" Kylian lowly moaned out as you pumped his cock in your hands, his head fell against your shoulder as he let out a throaty moan.

You continued to pump him as you left kisses on his neck sucking on his sweet spot, earning a moan from Kylian that was music to your ears.

"Don't want to cum yet" Kylian moaned out knowing that if you stroked him anymore he wouldn't be able to contain himself. "fuck me Kylian" you moaned out as Kylian smiled to your requests. "All you had to was ask me mon amour" Kylian replied flipping you over to be on your chest.

"Ass in the air" Kylian demanded,

"I'm going to fuck you from behind"

Kylian continued, running a hand up and down your ass before giving it a harsh slap, leaving you moaning.

"You like that huh? such a slut for me y/n" Kylian groaned out, "all for you" you replied. You felt Kylan wrap his hands securely around your hips, lining himself up with your core.

He snapped his hips harshly into you his cock bottoming out in you almost immediately as your wet folds invited him in.

You moaned out as the headboard slammed against the wall, as Kylian began to mercilessly fuck your guts.

It felt as if he was rearranging your insides as he fucked you from behind harder then ever before, he was deep inside of you his cock hitting all the right angles as your face was buried into the sheets the pleasure leaving you unable to hold yourself up.

"Kyky" you moan, your voice breathless and weak from the pleasure. Kylian watched as his cock rammed in and out of your pussy, his handprints covered your ass, marking you as his.

Kylian grabbed your hips, fucking you harder. You can only scream, feeling your climax near you moaned out louder telling Kylan that you were close.

Your first orgasm washes over you hard and slow, loud moans spilled out of your mouth as your tight core spasmed all over his cock. Kylian didn't pull out, cumming inside of your sensitive pussy. Coating your walls with his thick hot load.

He slowly pulled out of you, watching the mix of your juices leak out of your pussy, dripping from his cock. He unconsciously moaned at the sight, needing to go again.

"All fours mon amour" he begged, his cock still hard and twitching.

You lean up, turning around to give him a long sloppy kiss. "Anything for you" you replied, pussy throbbing at the sight of Kylian's long, thick cock hard against his abdomen.

He smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt forward. You bite your lip waiting for him to enter you again. "Be a good girl and arch you back" Kylian whispered leaning down to you ear, giving the spot under it a kiss before lightly squeezing your neck.

You comply with his words as kylian praised you for it. Kylian lines his cock up with your entrance but doesn't slide in. "How bad do you need this cock y/n?" Kylian teases, you moan. Your pussy throbbing, begging to be fucked. "Need it so bad" you whimper, arching your back even more. "Good girl" he replies, thrusting into you faster than before.

 Your mind is a blur, your conscious slowly fading as you let Kylian do all the work, his cock working wonders in your pussy. You screamed out as Kylian pounded into you, he laughed at how loud you were being. The sound of skin harshly slapping against each other filling the room, like a sound made only for you two to hear, so raw, so passionate.

"I love this cock" you moaned out as Kylian gripped your ass harder slamming into you rapidly. It was your turn to tease Kylian,

"Kylian' you lowly moaned out recovering from screaming just seconds earlier. "Want to cum" you mocked his words earlier, "beg for it" you moaned out Kylian still fucking you into the mattress.

Kylian never missed a beat, still pounding in and out of your tight pussy "let me cum so deep inside this pussy that any man who fucks you after me will taste me anytime he tries to eat you out as good as I do" he grunted. You moaned to his words as his warm hand reached up to your neck, "I'm close" he moaned out.

You decided to move your hips back into his in a circular motion, that sent him over the edge moaning out your name, chanting it like a way to survive. "Fuck this pussy feels so good" Kylian continued to moan as he spilled his seed deep inside your core, triggering another release from your overwhelmed pussy.

You came shouting Kylan's name, telling him how good his cock felt buried inside of you, it was blur until the end of your high. Coming down from both your highs, Kylian stayed inside of you letting his cum drip from the small gap between his cock and your pussy.

Kylian pulled out with a low groan, flipping you to be on top of him as he leaned towards your face to give you a long kiss. He pulled away saying between heavy breaths "this pussy is so fucking good, he mumbled pecking your lips. "Never going anywhere"

"And you better not. This is my dick." You smirked, leaning down to lick his sweet spot before sucking on it, sure to leave a mark.

"Always baby" Kylian whispered, moving your head to be face to face with him. "Always" you softy replied leaning down to his lips capturing them against yours.

[violettduchess]

A/N: A day late but better late than never! I thought it might be nice to celebrate the anniversary of my first fic with the suitor who was the subject of it! Comte was my first Ikemen route ever and he holds a special place in my heart 💜

Prompt that won the poll: Pulling suitor by the tie in for a passionate kiss

Comte x f reader

WC: 875

The party in the remote country estate, several kilometers away from Paris itself, is over. It was a night filled with delightful music, warm candlelight, and the soft murmuring of people dressed in their finest clothes, drinking the finest wine and spinning across a dancefloor of the finest Italian marble. Your host, a gracious baron and friend of Comte’s, was warm and welcoming, greeting you with a smile on his mustachioed lips.

And how you seized the night, your skirt billowing like a glittering, golden cloud around your ankles as you turned around the dance floor, the amber jewels at your throat and ears drinking in the warm candlelight. Your partners were admiring, complimentary, and above all respectful because while they enjoyed the time in your radiant company, everyone knew who truly holds your heart.

When you and Comte finally danced together, the night held its breath. The casual possession in the lay of his hand at your waist, the way he held you just a hair’s breadth too close for propriety’s sake, the way your gazes locked with one another and held, a covalent bond, hydrogen and oxygen. The way you moved together, smooth as water, across the floor, grace in motion. And underneath it, the visible crackle of electricity in the slight part of your lips, the hungry gleam in his bright eyes. There was no hiding it. Some party-goers snapped open delicate folded fans, cooling the sudden flush to their cheeks. Some felt the grip of the green-eyed monster's fist, wishing they would be so lucky to have someone look at them that way. 

You bid your farewells, arm in arm, before your carriage pulls up. The driver opens the door with a polite nod, doffing his hat to you both before setting it back down on his snowy white head. Comte climbs in first and then helps you up as you thank the driver. He’s hard of hearing and often just smiles and nods, but there is no one who knows the streets of Paris and the surrounding area better.

The door closes and soon the carriage lurches forward, over the stones of the baron’s long driveway before turning onto the road that will take you the long way back into the city. A small lantern hangs discreetly in the corner of the carriage, swaying back and forth, spinning shadows within the carriage’s plush interior. Comte, sitting across from you, glances down as he carefully removes his gloves. His handsome face is half-lit in soft, yellow light and half in wavering shadow.

“What an evening,” he says as he leans back against the plush maroon cushioning of the carriage’s walls. “I had heard wonderful things about the musicians Baron Gourgaud hired for tonight but they far exceeded any expectations. I must tell Mozart–”

You have other things on your mind. Sliding to the edge of your seat, eyes bright even in the dim lighting, you reach out and take hold of Le Comte’s chocolate-brown silk tie. Your eyes never leaving his, you slowly wind it around your hand, reeling him in, closer and closer.

“Abel….I don’t want to talk about the music.” One light tug and he is breathless, balancing on his own seat’s edge, the light in your eyes sending a shower of hot sparks cascading down his spine. The tie is now your prisoner, held tight in your fist as you smile slowly. “I don’t,” you whisper as quietly as a feather on the night’s breeze, “want….” You pull him even closer, your lips now a heartbeat apart, “...to talk at all.” 

You pull one last time, firmly, and your mouths meet, the sparks flickering in both your veins exploding like fireworks, sending a flood of heat rolling between you. He is a gentleman but you know what lies beneath that controlled beauty, that intelligent gaze. You know what needs to be done to unleash something uncharacteristically reckless, something thrumming with licentious want. Keeping your grip on his tie, your other hand slides up into the tawny locks of his hair, fingers curling into its strands. He is now caught in your grasp, yours to maneuver as you will. You press your body against his, forcing him back onto his seat before settling yourself over him, your voluminous skirt spread out across the cushioned seating like a shimmering, golden blanket. 

His hands press into your back, warm through the silk of your gown, his face tilted up like a man searching for answers from a higher power as he meets your demanding mouth. Right now, in this moment, there is no power higher than his desire for you. No divine call that could ring through his body like yours. You release your grip on his tie and he growls softly, your name now a carnal sound, before tightening his grip on you and burying his face into the curve of your neck. 

Your last coherent thought, as you feel the scrape of his teeth against your skin, the possessive clutch of his strong fingers, the shift of his body as he pulls you even closer, is how very lucky you are that your sweet driver is hard of hearing and the way back to the mansion so very long.

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The Loneliest | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

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Summary: Your fiancé missing your birthday is the icing on the cake to a horrible couple of months. Now, you’re left to pick up your broken pieces, ending the chapter in your life that includes Kylian Mbappé.

Warnings: Complete angst all the way through, Kylian being a bad fiancé, fighting, breaking an engagement, lots of crying, cussing, this one’s kind of long so beware. Spoiler: no happy ending. Let me know if I missed anything. — English is not my first language —

Mornings used to be your favorite.

You’d wake up way too early to the sound of Kylian’s alarm for your liking, but it didn’t even matter. The hour or so you got to spend with your fiancé before he left were sacred, it was special. They were filled with easy conversation, tired hugs and sleepy kisses on the shoulder, the occasional quickie, or at least a cheeky squeeze of your ass. It felt like very moment spent together was precious. You felt loved by Kylian so much it made your stomach turn with butterflies just thinking about him.

Now, it felt like those domestic moments were a distant memory. Sure, all couples gradually get less and less lovey-dovey the longer they’re together, but the change was drastic. It was like you barley knew him anymore.

You’ve attempted to start conversations with Kylian about this. Multiple times, in fact. Immediately, he’d get defensive, ending in arguments that kept getting worse and worse. It’s difficult to have to tip toe around your feelings in order to avoid a fight. He stopped making you feel special.

This morning, you woke up knowing it will be a hard day; all alone in your shared king sized bed.

Today is your birthday, and you don’t think Kylian knows this. After many weeks of deep reflection and thought, you know that today might be the last day of your three and a half-year long relationship with Kylian Mbappé — a man who stole your heart and still has it. Once treasured, now barely beating. The diamond sitting on your left ring finger had started feeling like a foreign object, like something your body wanted to reject. It’s lost it’s comfort, now you seemed to lug around old memories you clung onto for dear life.

Kylian didn’t come home last night, though you saw on his private Snapchat story that he was safe, sound, and plastered out of his mind at some club with friends you didn’t even know. He couldn’t find it in him to text you back after 9 o’clock, when that morning he said he would be home no later than 8:30. He found a simple ‘going out, don’t wait up for me’ to be sufficient communication for the night.

You called Kylian, instead it went straight to voicemail. Your texts to him weren’t going through, either. He didn’t have training this morning because the coaches had a conference in London, so you knew he had to be home soon.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen for a bowl of bland cereal and coffee for one.

“Happy birthday to me.” You mumbled, looking down at your sad birthday breakfast. Compared to the last few years where Kylian prepared you a delicious meal, hired a chef, or took you out to the fanciest caf�� in Paris — this meal actually made you lose your appetite.

Across town, Kylian was waking up with a pounding sensation in his head and no recollection of the night before.

“What happened last night?” Kylian grumbled as he woke up to the bright sunlight streaming in from the open shutters. His neck had a kink in it from passing out on his friend Paolo’s Airbnb couch in the early hours of the morning, his voice sounded like he’d swallowed gravel. “Fuck.” He covered his face from the blinding rays and felt around for his phone.

He hasn’t gotten drunk that heavily in so long, but when two of his old friends came to Paris for a few weeks, he couldn’t resist giving into their pleads when they’d asked him to tag along for a fun night on the town.

“Bro, you were so drunk last night.” He heard his other friend Bernardo chuckle, his voice almost gone as well from the festivities of the previous night. Kylian sat up, seeing both men looking half dead and clinging onto coffee mugs like a child would cling onto its mothers leg.

The guys chuckled in the kitchen. He smelled eggs cooking but they just made him nauseous. “What time is it? Where’s my phone?”

“Oh…” Paolo snickered and pointed at the bowl full of rice in the center of his kitchen island. “Yeah, man… I don’t know if the rice did much for it. It’s fucked.”

Kylian shot up toward his cell, not even remembering putting it in the rice last night. He carefully picked it up, the entire screen was shattered.

“Putain…” He attempted to hold down the power button just in case, glancing over to the microwave to see the time. 12:36pm. “Merde!”

He had an important meeting with his PR team about potential sponsorships for next years season at 2 o’clock, and if he showed up sweating whiskey with an obvious hangover, the brand reps might think twice before giving him any deals.

He bid his old friends goodbye but not before promising to go out again soon. A short taxi ride later, he was able to make it back home just a little after 1 o’clock.

Kylian bursts through the front door, booking it toward the shower in your ensuite bathroom, running right past you on the bed without a glance or even a hello.

You’d been trying to decide all day if you were pissed at him or just super sad, but seeing him ignore you that way made you realize that it didn’t matter. He stopped making you happy, making you both pissed and sad — a dangerous combination.

You get up and follow him in there as he hopped around trying to take his skinny jeans off.

“I’m gonna be late.” He panted, sliding inside the shower.

You assumed if he knew he would’ve said something… happy birthday… I love you… I’m sorry…

Curious and resentful, you stand close to the shower door so he could hear you. “Where are you going? I thought we…” You blink tears back, sighing and trying to get control of your wavering voice, “… I thought we could do something tonight.”

This wasn’t even the plan, but you were trying to find anyway for him to redeem himself.

“No, (Y/N). I can’t today, okay?” He snapped. “I’m in a rush. Can you please just pick out a nice outfit for me, quickly.”

You shake your head in disbelief, wiping a stray tear that rolled down your face, sniffling once. Kylian hears this and pokes his head out. “Hey,” his barely softer, “Look, sorry but I’m in a huge rush. It’s been a shit morning.”

“Me too.” You mumble, disappointment laced in your words but Kylian didn’t seem to catch onto it.

“Also, my phone shattered at some point last night, so can you call Thérèse and have her drop me off a new one at the training center?”

You huffed, getting control of your emotions that were simmering into anger. One more chance, you thought as you were about to walk out of the bathroom, you turn. “Do you want to do something when you get home? Maybe even just dinner here, a movie?”

“Maybe.” He said back, turning off the shower. All you could do is roll your eyes and bite your tongue. You were trying to give him every opportunity to come back from this.

You didn’t want to end it, but you promised yourself that if he fucks up today, that was it. You can’t keep hoping he’ll become the person he was before. He won’t listen when you talk anymore or even meet you in the middle. You have too much respect for yourself to settle for someone who can’t appreciate you.

You dry laughed. “Maybe.” You mocked, another angry tear rolling down your face, storming back into the bedroom and getting under the covers, arms crossed.

You wanted to sob, but choked it down when Kylian stormed out of the bathroom, wet and holding his towel up around his waist. “Why are you so moody?” He didn’t even look at you, just shook his head and threw his hand down, exasperated when he realized you weren’t putting an outfit together for him. “I just asked you to help me out.” He tusks. “Are you just going to lay around all day, then?”

You knew this tone. The one where something else was bothering him except he expressed it by nitpicking at anything in front of him. Being with him for so long, you knew how to gently pry out the real reason why he was snappy. Right now, there was no way were you even attempting to help him out in any way.

“Looks like it, huh?” You gritted through your teeth. You could practically feel the eye roll he gave you even though neither of you would look at each other.

He muttered something you couldn’t hear as he walked into the closet, hurriedly throwing on some outfit. “I didn’t feel like fighting today, (Y/N).” He growled and threw on a white hat. “Today has been miserable so far.”

“Miserable for you?” You gaped, face getting angrily red.

“Oh, don’t start.” He spat, grabbing his keys and walking out of the room.

You jumped up and stomped out of the room behind him, seeing him almost at the bottom of the stairs. “Kylian.”

He groaned, continuing to run down the steps. “I don’t have time for a fucking fight right now!”

“Kylian!” You yelled from the railing just as he grabbed the door handle. With an exasperated turn around, he locked eyes with your teary ones. “When you get home… we need to talk.” You didn’t try and hide your sadness this time, knowing how the talk was going to end. The sentence squeaked out, like your forced it.

He paused, taking his hand off the door handle. “Fine.” He said this differently upon seeing your broken demeanor, shuffling in place. Kylian checked his watch, looking back up at you. You stared back, watching him hesitantly leave your shared home.

Kylian knew he’d been fucking up with you lately. Coming home late, forgetting to call or text back, paying less and less attention to you as the season progressed. He knew he was getting too comfortable and at some point stopped putting in any effort. The worst was that he’d been taking his frustrations out on you, shutting you out. He watched as you tried to smile through his snarky and quick comments, feeling bad immediately but he just didn’t know how to deal with that kind of guilty emotion.

Your engagement has been a long one. Nine months in and you guys hadn’t even set a date yet. Time kept slipping through the glass, he wondered when the last time you’d even brought up the wedding was — wondering when the last time he even thought about it directly after.

The whole way to work he watched out the window, lost in thought about how he needs to be better. So much so that his driver had to tell him that they’d arrived. He was actually early. With a big fake smile on his face, he did his best to set it all aside, turning on work-mode.

Meanwhile, you had a really nice cry. The kind where you just let it all out because you knew no one was around to hear or pity you. Once you pulled yourself together, you gathered your suitcases from the attic.

It was obvious you couldn’t take everything that was yours. You’d bought so many things for this place, for your shared home… so you focused on the things you were for sure taking with you. All your clothes, makeup, sentimental items, and the fruit bowl you found in a market in Spain were secured inside your bags. You stopped and cried so many times… over a pair of shoes that he bought for you or a picture that brought back sweet memories… all these momentos felt wasted.

Yesterday, you were certain that he would remember what today was. So certain that you convinced yourself you didn’t need to get a hotel. You wished you did, because doing it today felt so final, so depressing. And, upon looking at your empty side of the closet, vanity, side table, bathroom shelf… you had to pull yourself together and be strong. Remind yourself why you’ve resorted to this.

Back at the training grounds, Kylian snapped his last photo-op with the CEO of some athletic wear company, absolutely drained from having to pretend for hours. He had sent his assistant off for a new phone when he saw her, knowing you didn’t text her about him needing one.

He trudged over to Hakimi now that all of that was over, sitting down with a long huff, placing his head in his hands. He hadn’t talked to him all day, being occupied with offers and whatnot.

“Man, I’ve been texting you all day.” He patted his back once, turning to face him.

Kylian looked up at his friend, shaking his head. “It broke last night. Thérèse is out getting me a new one now.”

Hakimi sensed there was something bothering Kylian, but knew not to approach him too strongly. He nodded at his answer. “So, uh… I bet (Y/N)’s pissed, right?”

Kylian blew a raspberry. “Oh, yeah… so pissed…” He nodded with the most exhausted look on his face. “Wait, how’d you know that?”

“Well, I mean, Hiba would be pissed too.” Kylian raised an eyebrow, still confused on how he knew about your fight. “You know, if I had to work on her birthday like this.” He laughed at the thought. “I’d have a lot of groveling to do. Or, did you guys plan something on a different day?”

Kylian gazed up at Hakimi, eyes widening with the vague memory of todays date. “Wait.” He gulped, hands hovering over his head. “Is today the…” he flipped the calendar in his mind, praying that Achraf was mistaken about that. “Ah… merde! Putain! Shit!” Kylian smacked the table and bounced up out of the chair, heart beating a million miles a minute.

Hakimi stood too, watching Kylian pace with his hands cradling his head. “No… Kylian, you didn’t…”

He nods, panic settling in hardcore. “I yelled at her today. I asked her why she was being moody. I didn’t come home last night— ah baise moi, mec. je suis un putain d'idiot!” He cursed himself. Ah fuck me, man. I’m a goddamn idiot!

Thérèse speed walked over to the man in crisis, holding a brand new phone. “All your data’s transferred and everything!” She cheered. Kylian probably didn’t even thank her, going directly to his messages with you to text you that he’s so sorry and coming home right now. When he clicked on your icon, he saw all of the messages you sent him last night

You: Ky will u please come home — 9:25 pm

You: I know ur friends are in town and all but I seriously need u with me tonight — 10:48 pm

You: hello?? — 11:51 pm

You: are u okay? Do u need a ride? — 1:35 am

You: I’m getting worried. please just reply. I need to know ur okay Kylian — 1:40 am

You: nice Snapchat story. Good to know ur fucking fine. — 2:46 am

He ran a hand over his face, beginning to sweat with guilt. His eyes lowered on the screen, the small grey message by the keyboard truly making his stomach knot up even more.

(Y/N) stopped sharing their location with you.

His heart fell in his chest, churning… he felt like he was going to puke. Suddenly all of the conversations you tried to start with him about his behavior over the last six months came flooding back. The same conversations he moaned and groaned though, always deflecting until it turned into a fight. God, how badly he had been treating you… like you were a menace in his life — when really, without you, he wouldn’t be able to go on the same.

He began trying to call you and gathered his things, but his calls simply rang until it went to voicemail. “I-I have to go.” He stammered, almost tripping over his feet. Hakimi watched, shocked at the state of his best friend, knowing how he could get sometimes.

Kylian jumped in the town car as fast as his world-renowned legs could get him there, giving the driver instructions to get him home, and quick. The whole way he cussed at slow drivers, construction workers, red lights. He checked his new phone for the time; 10:37 pm and still fifteen minutes away from home.

God, please let her still be home.

He won’t know what to do with himself if you just left.

‘We need to talk’ rung over and over again in his head like a jinx. The way your voice cracked, the tears he saw you hold back. She’s so strong, he thought.

I raised my voice at her. I forgot her birthday and then treated her like she was the problem.

He pinched his leg to distract himself from crying. He has to be level headed, calm, logical, loving, and very apologetic— everything he hasn’t been for the last months. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, but can’t imagine what his life, his future will look like if he lets you slip through his fingers.

No girl has ever made him feel like this. Everything he looked for in a woman you embodied tenfold and he fucked it up. He has to fix this.

Kylian didn’t even let the car come to a full stop when he arrived, tripping over his own feet, realizing he left his coat in the back seat but really not caring at all. He just has to know you’re there. He looked toward the driveway, seeing your car still parked in its usual spot.

Thank the lord.

Fumbling with the keys, his shaking hands clicked the door open, seeing only the living room lamp on.

“Bébé?” He called. He saw your figure looking at him from the couch. “Oh, (Y/N)…” he breathed, walking over to get closer. You stoop up, meeting him halfway. “I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He heaved, breathless from his pounding heart.

The dull yellow light illuminating the side of your face showed him how puffy and red your eyes were, how downturned your usual smile was. He saw what he’d done to you, all the months you’ve had to walk on eggshells, the conversations that he’s turned on you, how he forgot your special day.

You still didnt say anything, keeping your arms crossed, looking him in the eye — the while begging yourself internally not to cave. His sweet eyes knew how to reel you in. You weren’t going to cave. You couldn’t.

“I forgot your birthday…” He whispered sadly, guilt drenched his tone, sending a cold depressing shiver down your spine.

Your eyes brimmed with tears again, but you bit your cheek and shook them away, having to be strong for yourself. “So, you finally remembered.” You sniffled.

“I’m so sorry, bèbè. Time just…” he stopped himself from making anymore excuses, “I’m just a fucking idiot. And I’m going to make it up to you. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” He stammered, voice shaking from nerves.

“But, it’s not just about the birthday, Kylian. It’s been… it’s..–”

“–I know, bébé. I’ve been horrible to you. Truly horrible. You never deserved any of that.” He cautiously lifted his hand to yours, grabbing your fingers. All the words he was going to say suddenly didn’t feel good enough. No I’m sorry is going to feel sufficient.

You looked at your tangled hands, he played with your fingers anxiously, trying to catch your gaze, but it now stayed glued to the floor.

You took a deep breath and looked up at him with teary eyes — that of a wounded puppy. It broke him. “We need to talk.” Your words were laced in false strength, false confidence.

You didn’t know what the hell you were going to do once you leave him. Flying blind isn’t something you did very often, but you knew it’s what had to be done.

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly, trying to guide your hand toward the couch to sit. “Let’s talk. We can talk this all out, right?”

His hopeful tone made your heart break even more. The guiltiness that radiated off of him made it harder to do what you had to… his face fell when you let your hand slip back into your folded arms, turning away from him, sniffling.

“Kylian, I can’t… I can’t sit down with you and hold your hand and let you apologize to me. It’s not how this is gonna go.” Wiping your cheeks roughly, you turned to see his dropped face. “This talk… it’s going to be really hard. For both of us.”

He approached you, putting his hands on your forearms. “You’re scaring me, bèbè.”

Your lip quivered, not knowing how to tell him. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Kylian. I love you.”

“I love you too. I love you so much, (Y/N). I know we can work through this. I know it.” He pleaded, moving his face around to try and get you to look at him.

“No, Kylian. I love you, but…” You finally looked up, noticing he’d started crying as well. Ouch. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting. Sure, he was scared and sorry about what he did but the possibility of breaking up seemed impossible. Not like he was immune to repercussions, but you two just made sense. He loves you impossibly too much, but he’s forgotten to show you.

Kylian stood in shock, he felt his heartbeat in his teeth, his throat dry. “Don’t say that.” He whimpered. “Please, don’t say that.”

His hands traveled up to hold your face and he bent down to your level, needing you to look at him, to see how regretful he was, how much harder he will work at this. He touched his forehead to yours, wrestling with the temptation of falling down from anguish.

You shook your head between his palms, letting the tears fall freely, a small sob escaping. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs, attempting to hold you closer, squeaking out the smallest words; “Bèbè.” “No, no.” “Please.” “I’m so sorry.”

You grabbed his wrists, using all your strength to pull them from your face. Immediately, you turned around and grabbed a duffel bag he hadn’t noticed was sitting on the armchair. Your feet took you toward the exit.

“No.” His voice broken, his own face scrunched up and soaked with tears. “No, where are you going?”

It took everything in you not to comfort him, run into his arms, tell him it will be okay.

You pushed your instincts down and turning and shrugged instead, now feet away from the man you love, closing in on the front door. “I’m…” You felt a choking sob threatening to spill out of your mouth and had to look away, silently crying out with your hand covering you mouth. With a deep breath, you continued. “I’m leaving.”

“Well, when will you be back?” In just a few strides, he was back in front of you. He couldn’t help but hold your face again, wiping more tears with a gentle but pleading touch.

You gripped his wrists again, only this time, you weren’t strong enough to pull them away, instead feeling his warm skin one more time.

With a small shake of the head, you responded. “I’m not coming back, Kylian.”

“But… but this is your home. It’s our home.”

“I’m sorry, Kylian.” You finally ripped his hands from your face once more and adjusted the heavy strap on your shoulder. Turning around, your feet drag you to the front door. You reach into your back pocket and take out the house key that’s not longer attatched to your usual tassel keychain and set it down on the table.

He stood there and watched, now feeling helpless in this heart wrenching situation. It doesn’t seem like this is real, he has to be having a nightmare, just watching you leave his life and there’s nothing he can do about it — but it doesn’t stop him from trying, begging. “Amour, no. I can fix this, please just give me a chance to make this right.” He was desperate, once again approaching you.

Kylian sniffled, watching your every reaction, hoping for a glint of anything that would allow him to make it up to you. You looked down at your hands, then your left ring finger… everything in your body was holding you back from taking it off, but you mustered up every ounce of self control.

Kylian looked away as you slid the engagement ring off, hearing the light clink of it being set next to the keys. With his hands at his sides, back slouching, he looked back at your face, nodding in defeat.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated in a squeaky whisper.

“Me too.” He nods, looking down at your empty hand. He couldn’t but reach out, trapping your fingers delicately with his fingers, stepping closer.

His arm snakes around your waist, holding you, shaking with his suppressed cries. You allowed yourself to hug him back, to close the chapter, to feel his warm embrace again before you never would again.

The hug lasted for a while, swaying back and forth and crying into each others shoulders. He smelled like he always did, and you noted how hard it would be if you came across his familiar scent again. He also was getting high on your fumes, indulging in the coconut scented shampoo he had become addicted to. The touch of your hands clasping at his back made him cry harder, squeezing you tighter and lovingly.

You pulled back once your cries calmed, sniffling. He stayed close, lifting his eyes to look into yours. Before he knew how to stop himself, he closed in the space, landing his salty lips on yours, closing his eyes. You kissed him back, hating how much you’d miss him. The way his fingers dug into your hips made you lightheaded.

It’s too hard to stop, but you had to. Pulling away, you turned around quickly and left, sobbing all the way to your packed up car.

Kylian was glued in place. His heart had been put through a blender, his head throbbed, his chest was cold without you with him. He saw the flash of your headlights backing out and leaving the property reflect inside the dark and empty home.

He’s miserable, hollow. He’s angry at himself, maybe at you, even if he knows this was his own doing… the whirling in his brain wasn’t anywhere near as loud as the silence after you left — a deafening silence that followed him up to us bedroom, one he now only shared with his thoughts.

It killed him when he saw there was no longer a charger plugged next to your side of the bed, that your slippers were gone from their usual spot by the corner. None of your favorite books were displayed on the shelves, your skincare products left just a ring of residue on the sink. Stepping into the closet, he noticed it still smelled like you, but everything was gone. Everything but the shirts of his that you had stolen through the years, now neatly folded on top of one of his dressers. He wished you had taken them to remember him. He wished he could turn back time and do everything right.

Above all the sadness and the gaping hole is his heart was determination. He fucked up but he wasn’t about to do it again. You would not be the one that got away. It may be the last thing he ever does, but he’ll make it all up to you. He was prepared to go to the furthest lengths to hold you again. But, for now, he needed to wallow in self pity, feel everything that he needs to feel.

Not even on the chilliest Parisian night had his bed felt as cold as it did that day.

A/N: Okay I feel like I kinda dragged that out but angst! I’m contemplating a part 2 but I also kinda like leaving it at this… would y’all want another part? Also, the title is inspired by the song The Loneliest by Måneskin, listen to it after reading. Their new album is so fucking amazing. — Requests for Kylian Mbappé are open! —

[aquagirl1978]

My Cherie Amour - Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of Visions of Temptations 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore

Pairing: Comte de Saint Germain x Reader

Prompt: Day 9 - Praise Kink

Word Count: 574

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; praise kink; oral sex (suitor receiving); lingerie; deep-throating; female-bodied reader (referred to as "good girl"); spoilers (Comte's real name mentioned)

"Ma cherie…"

Gone was the kind and noble le Comte de St. Germain; before you now in his place stood Abel, a pleasure seeking hedonist. You stood facing him, wearing a rather revealing set of black lace lingerie he had recently gifted you, a shiver crawling down your spine as he dragged his palm up your bare arm.  With a firm hand on your shoulder, he pushed your body down, a smirk spread on his lips as he watched you sink to your knees. Your eyes feasted on the outline of his bulge; your core flooded with warmth knowing he was already hard. You both fought to undo his belt, eager to free his erection from the confines of his tight pants.

His pants still on, you held his thick cock in your small hand. Your tongue darted out, wanting to sample a taste; Abel let out a low groan the moment your tongue touched his skin.

Wrapping one hand around his cock, he tangled his other in your hair. "Open," he said, more command than request, tracing your lips with the tip of his cock.

Your lips parted, your hunger needing to be fed the cock in his hand. Your jaw opened wide as Abel began to slide his length inside your warm mouth, eager to swallow every inch of his stiff shaft.

Looking up at Abel, your eyes were wide and doe-like as you gazed into his, your lips pressed against his groin as his balls smacked your chin, a rough reminder that his cock was buried deep, down your throat.

"Good girl," Comte praised, pleased to see you take his entire cock so well.

You kept your eyes glued on Abel’s golden gaze as your head bobbed on his cock. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked, your tongue twirling around his tip before sliding his shaft back down your throat.

Abel tugged on your hair, his groans growing louder as you sucked his cock like it was a lollipop. "Yes…" he moaned, the hedonist showing signs of becoming undone, "just like that."

His hips began to rock against your face as he pushed you tight against his torso, his hand holding you there. "Your pretty little mouth feels so good.”

Still gazing into his eyes, you attempted to smile, despite the thick cock fucking your throat.

"Arghhhh...." His body began to tense,  his cock twitching in your mouth as he shot his seed deep inside your mouth, painting your throat white.

He pressed a gentle hand to the back of your head, not ready to be released just yet from the warmth of your sweet mouth.

You continued to suck his softening shaft, licking his entire length clean. After removing his cock from your mouth, you immediately wrapped a hand around his shaft, giving him a few quick squeezes.

Not to your amazement, you felt him grow hard again in your hand. When a drop of precum appeared on his tip, you dipped your face down, your tongue licking it clean.

Removing your hand from his cock caused quite the disappointed whine from Abel. Standing up, you rose onto your tiptoes and kissed Abel, your tongue probing his lips. Much to his chagrin, you broke the kiss too soon, and walked over to his bed. Once you were sprawled atop the plush, luxurious covers, you spread your legs, exposing yourself to your lover.

You were ready for more. So much more.

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[vinegarbliss]

The magic count man as a yandere. Yes please. Possibly plausible actually? He did resurrect kuro in the hopes of perfecting immortality but, he didn't KNOW kuro. For all we know currently he chose Kuro at random because he had recently died.

Edit: I found out his name is Count St. Germain ima 🚶

So if he had you?

Possibly he would be the one to kill you himself just to make a beautiful creation of his own. He has no qualms with massacring large populaces for the needed spiritual energy to create a servamp.

You would be one to, just not able to leave him. Almost a custom built one per say. You the servamp, and he the Eve. It was his plan with the tsubaki resurrection was it not? Thought in that specific situation his new form would be as the 9th servamp.

A Servamp nobody knows the name of but him, it's a shame really. Keeping you all to himself. You may hate him deeply, but you cannot escape. The distance limit was hand picked to be short and that you physically cannot leave. St Germain is not any ordinary human after all.

Thinking that when he died at the nameless shrine at Kuro Hands you were also condemned there. Forever stuck in the area to wander in an animal form. A cursed fate.

Possibly you where just to nice to him? He appeared to your door as a wandering vagrant politely asking if there was any room to board. Inviting him into your house was the first mistake. St Germain was a pleasant man to along with. He helped you cook dinner and insisted on paying you back some how for the kindness you bestowed him.

Everybody dreams of immortality right?

[gossamer-sky]

Hi! So excited to see your requests are open!! May I request L, M and R for Comte, from Ikevamp? Thank you!

💘💘

Comte

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Answered here 💕

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Answered here 💕

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- At first he really holds himself back, not wanting to completely lose control with you

- But you basically say fuck that; absolutely determined to test his resolve until it breaks you’re not made of glass and you want to know his true desires

- He won’t be quite as risky unless you really start pushing his buttons

- He knows exactly what you’re trying to do of course and also knows that it’s going to work

- You like it when he’s sweet, of course you do; but nothing compares to the thump of adrenaline in your blood when you show off your neck just a little too much in public

- Spotting him clutching his glass, grip close to shattering the crystal before he throws his drink back; stalking toward you looking every inch a predator

- He knows he’s easy, but he’s weak for anything that lets him know your body even more intimately; it’s a blessing, in his opinion

- Once you push him to breaking point, he has zero qualms about pulling you into an abandoned alcove and fiercely claiming your throat; shoving you halfway up the wall and keeping you there

- He’ll show you how risky it can be to tempt a vampire

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[leonardhoee]

Comte Song Headcannon

Warning: Angst

Link to the song

Imagine dancing to Once Upon a December with Comte in an empty ballroom.

I mean, it could apply to any of the suitors but ESPECIALLY Comte.

To add:

Imagine some years after Mc had already died, on their anniversary or her birthday or something, he went to visit this now empty/abandoned, ballroom where they first danced at one of his balls and in his grief he hallucinates her ghost dancing with him.

And at the end of the song it all fades away and he’s standing alone in a dark empty ballroom again

Sort of just like the music video for the song.

He’s seeing her ghost and the ghosts of people dancing around them, but when he looks at Mc the rest of them fade away and it’s just him and MC dancing just like their first time. She’s wearing the same dress and everything. The one he designed just for her.

And at the end she kissed his forehead, turns around and walks away. He reaches his hand out for her but her back is turned to him and her ghost and all the light in the ballroom is slowly fading as she walks away. He closes his hand on nothing but hair and it’s now dark and all the music is gone. When he finally looks away from the spot she disappeared from, he is reminded that she’s not actually here anymore and all of that was his own imagination.

[crazyfreckledginger]

Leonardo Da Vinci x Reader x Comte De St Germain - “Between Old Friends” [Part 2]

After someone tried to kill the Comte, and his old friend gets in the crossfire as well, you thoroughly worry them during their painfully slow recovery. When you understand that Rouge isn’t helping enough and there is a chance the attempted murderer comes back to finish the job, you take the matter into your own hands, and you’re not taking no for an answer.

A/N: I don’t know how good this smut is, it was hard to write, over a bunch of days and I simply don’t have the time to proofread anymore, I’m sorry for disappointing all of you.

Warning: oral sex, biting, threesome, riding, fingering, teasing, basically take the title of the fic literally with a bunch of kinky shit lmao.

“Huh?” His eyes widened in surprise, she didn’t have to look to know that his friend was equally caught off guard.

“No,” he replied sternly.

“You know you have to, whoever did this to you will come back to make sure you are both dead, so you need to heal as quickly as possible and the only way to do this it to drink from me.” She explained.

Leonardo was frowning now as well, understanding her point but not wanting to diminish her to a blood bag.

“Please, just until you are both fully recovered.” Her pleasing eyes must have got to the Comte because he glanced at Da Vinci, until a silent agreement was made between them.

“Do you know what you are getting yourself into?” He towered over her now.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You’re a good girl,” his hand gripped her wrist and pulled her against his chest. Comte dipped down, lips grazing her ear before they trailed down her neck, making a shiver course through her entire body. His tongue slithered out and licked her shoulder blade. The sound of a screeching chair didn’t snap his attention out of the moment as Leonardo planted himself right against her back, hand nesting among her hair.

A small wince escaped her gritted teeth as St Germain sank his fangs into her skin.

Her slender fingers grasped his shirt as he kept her wrist against him, other hand tightly pressing her against him to keep her secure.

No sooner than that, her head was pulled back by her hair and the back of her head was firmly held down on the inventor’s shoulder by his gloved hand before his nose nuzzled down to the opposite side of her neck.

Her cheeks flushed beautifully, feeling her skin become hotter and hotter until it burned overwhelmingly. Her breathing became ragged as le Comte sucked a little more forcefully as his old friend sank his own fangs into her.

The ecstasy she was feeling was so unbearable that the girl didn’t even register the second set of teeth that protruded inside of her.

Small whimpers and cries escaped her throat as Leonardo smirked, clearly enjoying this.

“You make the sweetest of sounds, cara mia,” he purred. Her fingers gripped le Comte’s shoulder tightly as he pulled his fangs out and left a trail of kisses along her skin.

(Y/N)’s eyelids struggled to remain open as Leonardo followed suit, discreetly removing his gloves before a hand slid down her clothed chest and towards the waist band of her skirt.

The woman gasped loudly before the pureblood captured her lips in a hungry kiss.

Da Vinci’s hand traveled down inside her panties, making her moan into the other’s mouth. Skillfully, he rubbed her already soaked bundle of nerves.

“Mmh, you’re so wet for us.” He chuckled, rubbing her faster.

Whining, she held onto his wrist, wanting him to go a little slower so she wouldn’t collapse on the floor from the rush of pleasure.

Ignoring her silent pleas, her hips bucked against his, ass creating friction against his crotch. He groaned loudly into her ear, biting his lip in arousal and muttering an italian curse word as well.

Comte’s nimble fingers unbuttoned (Y/N) shirt before pulling it right off, and exposing her bra-supported breasts.

Almost inconspicuously, his fingertips slid her bra straps off her shoulder, replacing the fabric with his own lips.

With Leonardo’s other hand, he unclasped her bra and held her waist tightly to prevent her from squirming so much.

As her naked breasts revealed themselves to golden eyes, Comte pinched and teased her nipples, kneading and licking her chest. One of her hands slid into his hair and pulled lightly, her throat attempted to release a sound but the skillful work of the inventor in assaulting her cunt with a few fingers only silenced her further.

The latter’s teeth teasingly nibbled on her earlobe, occasionally groaning at how hard he was getting from her hips pushing against him, as the Comte’s teeth nibbled on her nipple, squeezing her unassaulted breast with his hand.

Whining and whimpering, they could both tell she was getting close. Her walls clenched around Leonardo’s fingers deliciously. Curling his fingers inside of her made her legs nearly give out from under her until they were held tightly by the two vampires.

The lewd noises from her dripping arousal mixed with her loud moans made him quicken his pace and race her to her orgasmn.

“L-Leonardo,” she cried, clenching once more before the knot in her abdomen let loose and she cummed around his digits.

Shakily, she clung onto the owner of the mansion.

Noticing she was the only one fully naked, Comte slipped his jacket off and unbuckled his trousers, slipping out of the fabric and laying on the nearest couch. He smirked as he beckoned the girl over, her cheeks beautifully flushed when she glanced over at the other vampire only to see him suck his fingers clean. 

She crawled on top of him.

“No no, other way,” his fingers twirled around and she did as she was told until her ass was hovering over his face.

Leonardo walked up to her, pulling her hair so she was staring straight at him.

“Undress me,” he ordered, his previously amusement-held eyes were now only filled with lust. 

Crouching up comfortably, she stared up at him as she fiddled with his best, his thumb pushing through her lips, as a response, her tongue lapped at his skin, sucking and nibbling it. He licked his own lips. 

The girl felt a hand rest against her ass cheek as Comte steadied himself, before licking a hard trail up from her clit to her slit. 

She moaned loudly, resting against the inventor’s lower stomach to glanced back at the pureblood, who only returned a hungry gaze as he kisses, and flicked his tongue along her slit. 

Biting her lip, she was redirected back to Leonardo and her hand slipped his belt out of his trousers before unzipping him. 

Her breathing hitched slightly from seeing the dent in his underwear but with a slight nudge, she pulled the last piece of clothing down and his cock sprang out. After le Comte adjusted her so she was where he wanted her to be, he gripped her hips and slowly sank her onto him. 

A gasp escaped the woman, feeling how big and thick he was.

“Mmh, you’re beautifully tight, my darling,” he praised, caressing the view he had of her back and ass as she started riding him slowly. 

Her tongue kitten licked the other man’s tip, smiling up at him as he chewed on his lip in frustration. Agonisingly slowly she sucked on his tip, and then finally, she took as much as she could in her mouth, moaning softly as Comte took over from her and jerked up inside of her. 

Leonardo’s fingers combed through the woman’s hair. Understanding the silent order, she focused back on her task, squeezing what she couldn’t reach and bobbing her head a little faster.  

His eyes sunk through her, taking in her naked form that was being roughly fucked by his friend, the pleading eyes that were gazing up at his, trying hard to bring him over the edge despite the intense pleasure her cunt was receiving. 

Comte groaned loudly, feeling her thighs squeeze slightly from around him as Da Vinci started insisting on the pace and how much she took of him. 

He pulled lightly on her hair as well, bucking his hips down her throat and cursing under his breath. 

The girl gagged, placing her palms against his thighs to stop him from forcing himself so far down her mouth. It made her slightly uncomfortable but feeling both of them use her to pleasure her and themselves made her groan at the feeling and make even more of an effort to accustom herself to the experience. 

A whine escaped her as Leonardo pulled out of her only to push back in between her lips. Her walls were clenching around Comte’s thick cock, the sound of slapping skin only growing bigger as he grunted as well, seemingly getting closer to his release. 

Moaning, Leonardo twitched inside her mouth. She held a hand up to cup and knead his balls, before he thrusted a few more times down her throat and, after one last grunt, he pushed himself as deep as possible and cummed down her throat. 

He pulled out of her, nearly losing his balance but sat down on the nearest chair, biting his lip as she gulped down his seed.

“Now turn around,” Comte ordered, stopping his pace entirely. A small gasp escaped her lips as she pushed him out of her and turned around so she was facing him. Now, he had a beautiful sight of her face, cunt and breasts. 

His fingers gripped her ass and she hovered over his chest, sinking down on his girth, and, slowly bouncing on him, now, he wanted his release, as well as hers. He didn’t want to reach his end when she was blowing Leonardo, she wanted her full, undivided attention, and now he had it. 

Her palms pressed against his sturdy chest before she started grinding on him, moaning softly as he gently shot up inside of her. 

His hand reach out to her, cupping the back of her head and pulling it closer to him. 

Dipping down, she placed her lips onto his, grunting every now and again from a particularly rough thrust, until she bit down on his lower lip, feeling herself clench around him. Kneading her breasts, he pinched both nipples before trailing his fingertips down her sides and to her hips, helping her move up and down his length. 

He groaned, sitting up and burying his face between her breasts. Muttering a string of curse words as he twitched inside of her. 

The sound of footsteps made him peek from above her chest and he perceived a grinning Leonardo reaching down for one of her breast and the other slipped between her legs to rub her clit wildly. 

“A-ah,” she cried out, holding onto his arm as she rode Comte. Quickly, she squeezed around the pureblood, moaning loudly as he could feel himself twitch once again, and this time, he wasn’t going to prolong it. 

Squirming, her legs started shaking as she attempted to close her legs, but Leonardo spanked her ass, keeping her firmly on his friend’s lap. 

Comte growled loudly, twitching again before releasing inside of her, but he didn’t stop. 

Soon enough, after a few sloppy thrusts, the man got the hang of it and pounded into her dripping cunt, biting his lip and panting heavily. 

His breathing hitched as his gaze trailed up and down her form, so beautiful and perfect. 

(Y/N) cried out, finding it difficult to keep going as she clenched harder around him, taking him out of his thoughts. 

Roughly and mercilessly,  he rushed her to her end, making her scream and buck against him, spasming as she held onto Leonardo’s arm in desperation.

Breathlessly, she closed her eyes. Arms slid around her waist and the man lifted her off of the Comte, essentially pulling him out of her. She released the quietest of whines at the loss of contact before her eyes slowly fluttered closed.

“Rest, cara mia.”

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[missgeniality]

Magnetic (m)

“A light heart is a magnet for all that you love.” - St. Germain

➺ Banner: Resource credits can be found @imakeamess​

➺ Pairing: Yoongi x Female Reader

➺ Trope: Established Relationship

➺ Genre: Smut, Slight Fluff

➺ Rating: +18

➺ Word Count: 941

➺ Summary: One single piece of ornament sends the ball rolling tonight.

➺ Warnings: denied orgasms, some restraining, kissing, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl 🔪), spitting, brief nipple play, two instances of light dumbification (and hence dom!Yoongi), fingering, my go-to ending <3

➺ Cross Posted: AO3

➺ Author’s Note: Here’s a blurb of filth to ease my way into writing again! This is wholly inspired by this one Instagram post I came across, I saw a chain and did the math; Yoongi shall bear the brunt of this. Trying to find my bearings here, so if you see me give someone 9 hands just read this like a fantasy AU.🥲 Thank you for being here through everything, and please let me know what you think!

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

On paper, this was a great idea. 

The very off-handed sales pitch Yoongi gave you was all the more reason for you to pounce in delight, your exuberance a great pair to his nonchalance.

But goddamn it, today Yoongi played you. 

“Hey there baby,” his husky, breathless voice pierces through your trance, “lookin’ kinda lost there.”

If your brain could shut down any further, it definitely ain’t coming back up. The relentless clinking of your new necklaces releases a burdensome sob from the back of your throat, one laced with equal parts of lust and despair, the build-up in your belly unravelling slowly, and the orgasms teetering in the corner receding into its chambers without comeuppance. 

“Babe, come owwngghh,” your attempt at bringing him closer is foiled on sight, as Yoongi dick thrusting into your dripping pussy jolts you into forgetting how arms work. Instead, he just threads his fingers into yours, guiding your hand back under his hold, pinning them above your head like they were a few moments ago. 

“Sorry love,” you can hear the evil joy in his snicker, “gotta start over.”

Even with your half-defunct senses, you feel the man bend over you, your leg over his shoulder feeling the stretch of his actions – he stills when he’s reached his intended destination. A sharp nip to your ear lobe makes all the haze disappear; and when he runs his tongue over the pricking skin, you have only the bearings to give a ragged mewl.

“You know the rules baby,” Yoongi purrs into your ear, his silky soft voice a stark contrast to your undone state; he stays lodged in the nook of your neck, adjusting up and down until he hears the click he wanted. 

“I—” this was not what you imagined, when he pulled out two metal necklaces, each adorned with a magnetic half-bullet-pendant – the monochrome silver shine making for one very attractive ornament. This was not what you imagined when he pulled you close into a kiss, the magnets attaching perfectly as he licked into your mouth with unrestrained lechery. This was absolutely not what you imagined, when you yourself proposed the idea of fucking with the new jewellery on.

He’s looking into your disoriented eyes with a smile so sweet, so angelic, you almost believe he’s going to make things easier for you, partly because he lets your arms free. You’re rushing to find a spot to hold on to, to take control, to propel this tempo – but your autonomy is short-lived; a fat blob of spit lands plum on your nipple, followed by foxy, dexterous fingers working the slaver around your sensitive, perked nub. 

“You did this to yourself, didn’t you,” he coos into the air as he gives your nipple a sharp tug, followed by a generous twist, driving you to arch your back towards him, “my stupid girl didn’t think through things, did she?” 

You want to respond; you want to tell him it wasn’t your idea entirely. Want to tell him that the main agenda was the fucking, and the necklaces linking could be a fun side-product. Want to tell him that it’s physically impossible for you to not twitch and squirm when he’s slamming into you so good, impossible to keep the magnets connected in the face of his fucking. But when he’s back to jack-hammering your battered and denied pussy, pulling your legs over his shoulders, and whispering how empty-brained you are for him, your retorts die a hard death, and you can only nod along with the force of his thrusts.

“More, mo–more, mo—” the slow chant of your ride up starts again, aware enough to not break the necklaces’ bond – it would have very costly repercussions at this point – biting back the moan that can possibly turn into a howl because of your current state of deprivation. 

The overlords seem content, because Yoongi’s momentum shows no slowing, animalistic pace that clearly projects how far he’s affected too. He fucks into you with deliberation, with unadulterated hunger, and with a final cry your orgasm hits you with a heaving force, launching a small rivulet of unintended tears. Yoongi continues to chase his own high, your grip on his dick not allowing him to last long, and he only stops when he’s emptied himself all the way through. With a heave, he falls on your body, both out of breath and possibly out of senses.

“I never fucking asked for this, you devil,” you chide the man, eliciting a small snort from him. He pushes himself up to face you, eyes glazing over the glow on your face, after which he bends to drop a small peck on your cheek. 

“You sure about that?” 

Trust Yoongi to turn a possibly sweet moment into a flurry of frenetic arousal. Without a warning, he drags his tongue across, up till the apple of your cheek, tasting the tears that were his doing, and your undoing. You’re absolutely certain he can feel the goosebumps prickling across your skin, the slight shudder that passes through your bones, the unevenness in your breathing as you wordlessly beg for more.

Lo and behold, your message is received. 

His lips find yours once again, connecting with a bruising force, one that you return in kind. You lurch into the kiss when he fingers you once again, two digits easily penetrating your soaked core, allowing for his mess to leak out of you. 

In the midst of this sensory overload, there’s one sound that you hear sharp and clear, one that makes you both smile into the kiss.

The connecting click of your necklaces. 

Thank you for making it to the end! For more of my writing, find my masterlist here. As always, thoughts and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!  

[didishawn]

The kylian fic is too good I want a part 2 with smut when she arrives in Paris pleasehdhdkdbsk thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Trouble in Paris (Kylian Mbappe x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, Jude being dramatic

Pt 1 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5

Masterlist

The shower is going off on the background as you lay comfortable on the big ass bed that your self-proclaimed boyfriend feels the need to have.

Your clothes have long since been on the floor, and after such activities and having shaky legs, you can only just lay as you scroll Tiktok, your tummy full of butterflies as you think of what will go down once he gets out from the shower.

Your phone rings, and you roll your eyes when you see the name on your screen, letting out a long sigh as you pick up.

"Where are you?" is the first think Jude asks, no greetings no nothing.

"What do you mean where I am?"

The water stops.

"I mean where you are? You haven't been around for days, your little brothers miss you, you know?"

"Well, I will make sure to pass by soon"

"Whatever you mean by soon? Come over now, we can watch a film or something"

"I can't"

"Why not?"

"I am not home"

"And where are you?"

"... Eating croissants?"

".... You can't be serious"

The door to the bathroom opens, the boy, the man, Kylian Mbappe coming out of it, his waist decorated with a towel only and chest wet with drops that make you want to lick them off him, he gives you a questioning look, raised eyebrow, you shrug your shoulders and he instantly knows it's your drama queen brother on the phone.

"You are in Paris?!"

"Yeah, well, I received a pretty good invitation, you know?"

"Is he there with you?"

"Right in front of me"

"Put me on speaker so that little French man can listen to what I have to say"

"Believe me, there is nothing little about him"

"First of all, ew. Second, I am so telling mum you told me obscene things, now put me on speaker" you comply "Hi, Kylian!"

"Hey, Jude, how you doing man?"

"Good until I learned you took my sister away to Paris"

"I told you I would be bringing her here"

"I just didn't think it would actually happen, you know? Supposed you would realise how annoying she actually is before she had the opportunity to go there"

"I still can hear you, you bastard"

"Another thing I will be telling mum you told me"

"Anything else, Jude" you ask, glaring at Kylian as he snickers at the sibling banter.

"Not really, just don't make me become an uncle just yet, Kyky"

"Asshat"

"I gotta go now, have to search for something else to do as my sister decided to abandone me for some French man"

The call is over, and it's just you and Kyky alone once more,

You glance at him with wide eyes, looking him up and down, hands inching to unwrap the towel that hides him from you. He must be a mind reader, as he lets the the piece of cloth drop to the ground, leaving him uncovered, all his glory for you to see, bouncing, thick cock standing high and tall, hard again pre cum coming out from his tip, basically calling for you to lick it off.

You are on your knees, mouth getting closer to him when his hand stops you, burying into your hair he gives you a cheeky look.

"I think all that happened earlier was already enough foreplay, sweetheart, I just need to fuck you now"

"Got clean just to get dirty again, you know?"

"Let's shower together next time"

He pushes you into the bed, your back comfortable on the soft mattress, legs wide open, he doesn't even have to touch you to realise how wet you are.

He crawls on top of you, cock pocking at your tummy, you head reaches down, thumb swipping over the tip, then licking the cum off it, he groans, lining up with your entrance, he doesn't take a moment to thrust into you.

His hips are fast against your from the go, hard, pounding, moving you with his strength up and down, the bed creaking as he lifts one of your legs up into his shoulder, he wants you wider, one hand going down to play with your clit.

This is no longer love making as before, this is pure and raw fucking, you both seeking out you releases and nothing more, wanting to blow off the sexual tension.

There are the sounds of skin slapping against each other, your moans, his guttural groans, you feel him fill you up perfectly, as if his cock was designed to pleasure you.

He leans down, lips meeting yours as you both are way too close to the edge, letting out your pleasure screams into his mouth.

His hips falter, you feel him throbing inside you, your nails digging into his back push him over the edge as he cums deep inside you, filling you up to the brim, this also making you reach your high as you let out a long moan.

Both of you are panting side by side, completely exhausted, tired, yet you both know the night is still far from over.

Minutes pass, and he turns to you with that cheeky smile of his, a special glint in his eye.

"Join me in the shower this time"

[swayziiwriter]

Evening jealousy | Kylian Mbappé

summary: Kylian doesn’t appreciate the lack of attention you were giving him at the PSG team evening.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Your laughs could be heard as you and Presnel walked back from the bar. You both had multiple drinks in your hands, making runs for your friends back at the table with the PSG team. You had gotten to know Presnel better these past few weeks as Kylan had started training with the France team once again in preparation for the World Cup in Qatar.

"I can't believe you haven't married her yet" you laughed now standing in front of the table, placing the drinks down. The first drink belonging to your fiancé Kylian.

"Here baby" you said placing the drink in front of him, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

Kylian was tense to your kiss, in fact he had been tense this entire night.

You brushed it off not wanting to overthink his subtle action.

You sat back down into your seat, Kylian beside you as Presnel was to your left. You continued your conversation with him, telling him how he should've married Sarah after all this time. "I don't know how she could take it" you spoke to Kylian laughing. He only looked at you with a cold stare, causing you to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat.

You leaned into Kylian this time, getting as close to his ear as possible. "What's wrong bébé" you said softly, not wanting your conversation to be overheard by anyone. He leaned into your ear this time to answer. "Keep talking to Presnel, maybe he can take you home tonight since your so stuck on talking to him" he replied dryly.

You backed away with a hurt expression. Unable to understand why Kylian was behaving in this manner. You'd always talk to his teammates, he often encouraged you to. So to why was he so irritated all of the sudden you couldn't understand.

•

You sighed as Kylian walked into the house, tension filled the air as his harsh footsteps echoed through. You ran your eyes down your body, looking into the mirror that was hung up in the large hallway outside your bedroom. Your long black sparkly dress hugged all your curves perfectly, you had worn it especially for Kylian tonight in hopes that you two could spend a passionate night together.

"I like that dress" Kylian's voice rang out, startling you. You hadn't heard him come up the stairs as you were to fixated on your own thoughts.

"I wore it tonight for you" you replied, turning around to come chest to chest with Kylian. His breathing was heavy, you could feel his heart beating as you brought your hands up to his body. He then took a turn raking his eyes down your body his eyes dark with lust as dirty thoughts clouded his mind.

He brought his own hands to the valley of your cleavage, your breasts on display as Kylian shifted the material that was covering you.

"Kylian" you said softly still wanting an answer to his behaviour. "Hm" he cooed looking into your eyes as his hands ran across your cleavage.

"Why were you so cold tonight" you said bringing your hand over his to stop his motions.

He let out a breath before turning your body around swiftly, bringing you to look at yourself in the mirror.

He leaned beside your ear, softy nibbling at it. "I didn't like how you spent the night talking to Presnel" he admitted quietly, bringing his hand from behind your back to place it on your stomach right above your abdomen.

"We were only talking about Sarah-" you cut yourself off with a small yelp as Kylian brought his hand to your neck squeezing it. "You spent more time talking to him then you did me" he spoke out. You looked back up at him through the mirror, his tall figure standing over you.

"You were jealous" you said in a duh tone. It was all making sense now, why he was acting so cold tonight. Kylian was jealous.

He let out a low laugh his hands slid down your body to grip your hips, bringing them into his crotch. You could feel his now hard cock through your dress, you unconsciously let out a soft moan.

He brought his lips to your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses all over it until he reached your sweet spot, sucking on it hard. You moaned as you felt a pool of wetness grow in your now ruined panties.

"Kylian" you said in a throaty moan, your breathing was unsteady as Kylian brought his hands all over your body. You were tired of his teasing, you wanted to feel him already.

Kylian abruptly stopped, bringing his eyes back to the mirror looking at you through it. He could see your marked neck, flustered face, and messy hair. Kylian then brought a hand over your mouth to stop you from talking anymore.

He took a deep breath before saying what had been on his mind all night.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to say anything other then my name" he spat.

"When I'm done with you" he paused to bring a hand to the zipper of your dress, pulling it down letting the long sparkling dress slip down your body. "You won't be able to walk straight" he finished, you shivered with anticipation.

You turned around to Kylian, pulling at his dress jacket till it came off.

You were eager for his body, to see him naked in all his glory. "Now you want me" he mocked pushing your body against the wall. "I always want you, i'm always for you" you replied breathless.

Kylian stepped closer to you, smirking as he reached his hand to cup your butt as he picked you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing your hands around his neck. You connected your lips, hungry for them.

Kylian walked backwards until he entered the bedroom. He disconnected your lips, waiting until he was beside the bed before placing you on it. He stepped back looking at you as he tore off his white button up, he then brought his hands to his belt, motioning for you to do the rest.

You lifted your body up to be on your knees still on the bed. You undid his belt within seconds, helping to slip off his pants in a frenzy. Kylian let out another laugh before pushing you back down to lay on the bed, climbing onto top of your body. "So needy for this cock" he said lowly, "such a slut for me" he continued.

"Only for you" you replied breathless, your core was aching for his touch, your body was hot with adrenaline, needing a relief. Kylian dipped his head into your covered breasts leaving kisses all over your lacy bra. You lifted your body slightly giving him the hint to remove it.

Kylian reached his hands behind your back, un clipping your bra all to fast as he had become quite good at it since your relationship. Kylian let out a small groan at the sight of your exposed breasts, he brought your body back down to the bed, taking your breast into his mouth as he massaged the other.

You moaned at the feeling of his warm tongue swiping around your cold breasts, his actions prompting your hands to reach behind his neck.

Kylian lifted off your breast with a pop, bringing his lips down your stomach, bringing his tongue down in a line until he reached your panties. You let out a small moan as he dragged his tongue down your clothed clit.

Kylian looked back up at you as he brought his teeth your underwear, pulling them down in a slow, teasing motion. You kicked your underwear off the bed as the pair reached your ankles. Kylian let out a small chuckle as you let out a giggle in return.

He leaned back up to your dripping pussy, glistening with cum. Kylian brought a finger to your clit, running it up and down your folds. Dipping it in ever so slightly to feel how wet you were.

"So wet for me, and I haven't even touched you. Only I get to see you like this. Begging for my cock." You moaned in response, his words were like honey. Kylian then pushed his finger in without any warning, you let your head fall back into the pillows as Kylian worked on your core.

"I think you can take more" he said adding another finger into your folds, while also attaching his lips to your pussy. He started to suck hard on your core, still pumping his fingers at a relentless pace. You didn't even have time to warn him of your release, your first orgasm of the night washing over your body hard and slow. He guided you through your high, making sure to lick up all your juices lapping them up greedily.

Kylian lifted his mouth from your pussy, leaving one last kiss on it as he removed his lips sliding out his fingers. He brought his body back up the bed to be over you once again. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licked them clean of your cum. The taste of your juices still on his tongue as he dipped back into your lips.

You brought your hands to his shoulders, holding him for support.

His lips were inviting, his cock was still tight in his boxers as you brought your hand over it. Palming him through his boxers as he removed his lips from yours, letting out a throaty moan. He was sensitive, getting off on your moans as he went down on you.

"Ride me" he groaned out, peeling his eyes from your breasts to your face. You brought your lips back to his, kissing him long and hard before finding the strength to flip your bodies.

Kylian now laid under you. His cock was hard and needing to be buried deep inside your core. You brought your hands to his boxers sliding them down to free his long, thick cock that was sprung tall again his abdomen. You grabbed his cock, pre cum leaking from his tip. You lined up his cock with your throbbing pussy.

"I want you to cum inside of me" you said before sliding down on his cock.

You felt your walls stretch around his warm cock, feeling him fill your tight pussy as you continued to slide down, making sure to take all of him. Kylian was breathing heavily,

You adjusted to his size before lifting your body up, and sliding back down, the sound of skin slapping together mixed with your light moans echoed. You brought your hands to his shoulders holding him for support as you built up your pace, sliding up and down his cock.

Kylian was a moaning mess under you, it encouraged you to speed up your movements. Leaving you moaning along with him, you continued to ride his cock at a fast pace chasing your release. The pleasure you were feeling from Kylian's cock was unexplainable, you felt so full with him.

"Feels- feels so good" you moaned out as Kylian continued to groan.

Kylian then harshly snapped his hips up, following your movements.

You let out a scream of his name as he started to pound up into you.

"Kyky, don't stop" "oh my- don't stop" you screamed out, the pleasure building up in your stomach as you felt Kylian twitching deep inside you. Your bodies were inches away from each other, glistening from the sweat that you had built up.

You brought your hands behind neck, sliding them down to his back leaving crescent shaped marks all over his body. Kylian brought your bodies closer, hugging you tight as he left kisses all over your neck.

"I'm close- so close" you stuttered out, your body felt like it was on fire.

The sound of your skins making contact was like a sound made for only your ears, you felt so full with his cock.

"'Me too" Kylian replied, bringing his hands to your sides as he flipped your bodies over, pounding into you.

This forced him to hit a new angle deep inside you, hitting a spot that made your legs shake as his tip was going deeper with each thrust, taking you over the edge.

He struggled to keep up his rapid movements, but he continued, willing to let you experience your own orgasm. "So beautiful, wrapped around my cock. Come on, cum all over my cock mon amour" he said, sensing the trembling in your body at his words. As you buried your head into his shoulder, letting your hands roam all across his abs tracing them with your manicured nails.

"Yes, baby, give it to me." He continued, that brought you to your climax. Leaving you spasming all over his cock. The feeling of your orgasm triggering his own release.

Kylian cummed deep inside of you, shooting thick, warm ropes of his cum. Your whole body shuddered as he filled your tight pussy.

You two stayed still after the mind blowing sex, bodies warm with passion as Kylian brought your lips into another kiss.

"I love you" you said between kisses as Kylian stayed inside you, warm and sticky. "Je t'aime davantage" he replied trying to steady his own breathing.

[violettduchess]

Hello Vi! I have a request for you, only if it inspires

Tutor AU! With one or more of your fave suitors tutoring you for your upcoming exams;

Leonardo, Comte, Gilbert, Leon, Silvio and Clavis!

I'd love to see what you come up with ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: I had a very immediate idea for Comte so I went with him for this request!

Comte x Reader, Tutor AU/ Modern AU

WC: ~1.9k

The library looms large as you hurry up the wide, slate-colored steps under a sky exhaling its last breath of evening color. The stars are slowly blinking into existence, determined to shine before they are hidden behind the slow-moving blanket of clouds heading their way. You would pause to enjoy the ephemeral moment when dusk ebbs into night.....

Except Comte is inside, waiting for you.

You’re still not sure how it’s come to this. Comte as your tutor. Your mind travels back several weeks….

Several weeks ago:

One minute you're balancing an armful of books along with your backpack and several bags of uneven groceries that are seriously testing your stubborn decision to do it all in ONE trip. The next, however, everything is falling onto the polished grey tile floor of your building’s lobby, the objects seeming to leap like lemmings out of your arms. As you stand there, staring defeatedly at the scattered mess, lost in the gravity of your poor decision, the elevator doors you were originally trying to reach slide open and like the pearly gates unveiling an angel, Comte de St Germain steps out, in the process of buttoning his elegant camel-colored coat with one hand.

Before you can say a word, he takes in your forlorn expression, the embarrassing pile of your things at your feet, and he is by your side, kneeling, helping you gather up your stray apples and the mini-boxes of cereal you are probably way too old for but love anyway. Your cheeks flush as you stammer a thank you. 

You know him more by reputation than actual acquaintance. He lives in the sprawling penthouse at the apex of your building, the crowning glory of the gothic structure, and is usually spoken about in whispers and sighs by the other residents:

“Comte? He’s a museum director downtown.”

“I hear he is a world-famous antique dealer who has made millions.”

“He’s gotta be a tech-millionaire with all that dough.”

“Well I know someone who knows someone who swears he’s a member of the royal family of some tiny European country.”

“I don’t care what he does. He’s got to be loaded to live up there.”

“I hear he’s never been married.”

“My cousin’s best friend’s neighbor's babysitter says he’s divorced from someone super famous.”

“You know what he is? I'll tell ya. Drop dead gorgeous.”

This mysterious man with eyes the color of desert sands is on the ground in his expensive suit and coat, helping you gather your plebeian things and oh, do you want to melt into the floor and disappear.

Until……

He stops, holding one of the books you had been juggling, a surprised expression crossing his classically beautiful face.

“‘The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’ by Edward Gibbon. Fourth edition.” He seems impressed, curiosity flaring to life in the mesmerizing gold of his eyes.

And you take that lifeline, words stumbling over themselves across the knot of your tied tongue as you explain you are a graduate student, majoring in history, mentally preparing yourself for the avalanche of final exams heading your way.

And how he smiles, his long fingers tracing the embossed lettering along the spine of your book, borrowed from the local library. Entranced by the movement, you can't look away from his hand, reverence hushing his voice as he explains how he works for a museum (Points to the woman in Apartment 15B for getting that one), how he also studied history.

And then one thing leads to another and your rambling about the stress of your exams and crunch for time has evolved into Comte St. Germain, the mysterious Bruce Wayne of your building, offering to tutor you.

The Present:

And now here you stand, the night of your final session, heart prowling, turning circles in your chest like an unruly feline.

Taking a steadying breath, you continue up the steps and head inside, enjoying the sound of your heeled boots across the polished wooden floor. Past towering shelves filled with books you go until you reach the narrow iron staircase in the back, the one that spirals upwards to the second floor. Your feet follow the path they have gotten used to over the last few weeks, through the racks, down a narrow gangway until you reach the small cluster of tables at the western corner of the library, the ones underneath the imposing arched window that allows you a clear view of the darkening sky and the pale orange glow of the streetlamp across the street.

Comte looks up from the book he has been reading and offers you a smile, at once familiar and exotic.

“Ah, there you are, chérie. Ready for our final session?”

Something inside you constricts at the thought that this is the last time you will be here with him like this, tucked away in the surprising intimacy of a large public library, listening to his honeyed voice as you discuss not only history, but also the mundane: what music he listens to when he goes on long drives, his favorite type of wine, the best tea for a rainy Sunday morning. And it isn't just his speaking….Comte listens. He really listens when you talk, when you ask questions, when you give an opinion. He rests his chin on his hand, head tilted ever so slightly, his entire attention focused on you, whether you are explaining the fine points of one of the many Treaties of Paris or doing your best to convince him that dipping your French fries in your milkshake really does make them taste better. 

With the glow of remembrance in your smile, you slide into the seat next to him, running your fingers along the soft grain of the elegant wooden chair as you settle in.

“Ready as I'll ever be,” you say, returning his smile while looking at the array of books he has spread out across the table. “Let’s do this.”

“Oui,” he says as his smile curves into a grin. “Tonight we’re focusing on art for your art history final. You already sent me the list of pieces your professor wants you to know for your exam so we can work our way through those.”

You breathe in, trying not to get distracted by the warm, earthy scent of his cologne.

“Professor Leonardo is great but it’s such a long list….” Your shoulders slump at the thought of tackling everything on it. And then you feel Comte’s hand there, on your forearm, warm even through the soft material of your blouse.

“Then let us begin.”

He spends hours, guiding you through Girl with the Pearl Earring, The Birth of Venus, Las Meninas, and Water Lillies. You wander through the great masters like an enamored visitor in an enchanted garden, listening as Comte helps you to remember what you have learned about the paintings as well as unlocking secrets you have never heard before. He leads you through the design of the Colosseum, the Parthenon, Hagia Sofia, Notre Dame, his voice a golden thread that spins you across the architectural wonders. And now, in your final hour of study, he opens the book of sculptures. You visit Rodin’s Thinker, Michelangelo’s David, the Venus de Milo. And finally, you come to the last sculpture on your list: Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova.

“Ah…” He pulls the book closer, the photograph of the sculpture filling the page. “This….is a masterpiece of….” He glances over at you, brow lifted as he waits for the answer.

“Neoclassicism…but with strong elements of the Romantic, given the subject matter.”

“Bien joué.” The praise falls from his lips softly, slides over you like melting wax, sends a jolt of heat across your skin. He doesn’t seem to notice as he flattens down the pages with both hands, his bright eyes roaming over the image.

“So you know the story of Cupid and Psyche?”

You try to remember what Professor Leonardo explained in class when he had introduced the sculpture. “She opened a forbidden jar and was put to sleep as punishment?” 

Comte nods. “Venus forbid Psyche from opening the jar. It supposedly held Divine Beauty. Psyche could not resist temptation and instead of beauty, she was overcome by the Sleep of Innermost Darkness.” He grins slowly. “Very dramatic. Cupid sees his lover unconscious and pricks her with an arrow, awakening her. This sculpture captures that moment.”

Outside the library window, the streetlamp glows a soft orange. A light rain is now falling, making the light seem as if it is dancing, shimmering against the night.

“Just look at the lines,” he murmurs. He takes his index finger and slowly begins tracing the line of Psyche’s body. It follows the curve of her torso as she stretches up towards Cupid. “Her arms reach back for him.”

You lean in, closer to Comte, watching the path his finger makes along the glossy page. Your heart is suddenly hammering a woodpecker’s song against your breastbone.

“Her hands are in her lover’s hair, the gesture so familiar, so loving.” He traces down the line of Psyche's neck. “And here….she is bent back to him, so exposed and vulnerable, tilting to look up into his face. What do you see there?”

His voice winds itself around you, wrapping you in golden vines of warmth and want. You need a moment to find your own. When you do, it is only capable of expressing itself in a breathless whisper.

“Tenderness. Joy.”

He nods slowly, trailing his finger down Cupid’s strong arm. “And what do you see in him?”

Your thoughts are bright butterflies, sparks that fly up into the haze of your mind and explode in little pinpricks of light. Blinking, trying to control the overwhelming wave of attraction that threatens to pull you under, you reach out and touch the same page, your fingers scant centimeters from his.

“He’s…..adoring. The way he holds her head, his fingers touching her face. And he’s smiling at her, affectionately. Openly.” Your gaze drops down to where Comte’s finger points to Cupid’s left arm. You clear your throat and continue. “He covers her breasts with his arm, shielding her from the viewer, and yet that one hand holds her in a way that’s….it’s so intimate. It feels somehow more intimate than if we would see her bare.” Your voice is a whisper, soft and woven through with delicate wisps of yearning. “He touches her as if he’s done it a hundred times and still revels in it…..” You trail off, pressing your lips together, unable to go on.

Comte’s fingers brush against yours and you turn your head, startled to find that your faces are so very close. Outside the rain gently rolls down the massive glass window. The streetlamp flickers. Comte’s gaze is a steady golden sun.

“He adores her,” he murmurs, his voice rolling through you. You feel his fingers move, covering yours on the page. 

“She marvels at him,” you answer quietly, your fingers curling around his in response.

He leans down ever so slightly, his mouth so close you can feel the warmth of his words on your lips. “He dreams of her……” 

“.....and he is what makes her waking sublime…” The words are hardly more than the breaths between heartbeats.

His mouth brushes faintly against yours, the softest touch, a silken feather, a velvet caress.

“....He wants nothing more…..” His hand tightens around yours, his chest rising and falling with the contained power of his emotion. “...than to kiss her….”

“He should,” you say, soft as a nightingale welcoming a summer evening. "He should kiss her."

And he does, pressing his lips against yours as the wave that has been looming ever closer pours down upon you both. One hand rises, gripping the nape of your neck with tender ardor. You plunge your free hand into the soft wilderness of his tawny hair, opening your mouth to taste him.

Your other hand? It is still tightly holding onto his, a promise you won’t let go.

An echo of Cupid and his beloved Psyche.

Pysche Revived by Cupid's Kiss- Antonio Canova, 1793

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[nightkarmaqueen]

Hello! Can I request an MC who is quiet most of the time and sings songs to herself when no one is looking? Ikevamp Comte Leonardo and Shakespeare?

Melodies Behind the Blinds

----- Melodies Behind the Blinds || Ikemen Vampire (Comte, Leonardo, Shakespeare) x F! Reader (MC)

Summary : Maybe only heaven knows how the angels sing. But when they heard the voice of an angel they loved singing behind the curtain, they couldn't help but fall in love even more.

WC : 772 Words (Comte), 683 Words (Leonardo), and 802 Words (Shakespeare).

Warning : Grammar errors, mischaracterization, etc.

A/N : Please ignore how I put Taylor Swift songs and various disney songs in this story. By the way, I found my old post with the same theme as the request. So I decided to add a bit of short fiction after the headcanons, I hope you don't mind. I also want to apologize since I haven’t finish both Comte and Shakespeare route so I’m afraid I would ruin the characterization of the suitors. Also, My shakespearean is suck, I really am sorry. Thank you for waiting and please do enjoy what I write below.

Comte de St. Germain

Comte knows best that you’re not the type of person who talk a lot.

He can't force you to talk and he can't shock you either because you'll have a heart attack and have more trouble of speaking.

He even talks about this to the other resident of the mansion and forbids them to surprise you or force you to say something you don't want.

On the other hand, however, Comte was very grateful that you would at least open up to him. If you talk to him, he will listen carefully with a warm, gentle smile on his face.

That day, the mansion was very quiet somehow. You didn't even hear Dazai and Arthur making a fuss at Isaac.

But one thing you know, Comte was attending one of the tea gathering that other noble vampires are holding. He won't be back any time soon.

At least, that's what you think.

Since Sebastian was taking care of Blanc and Rouge supplies in the town, the kitchen was completely yours.

You made the kitchen your hidden stage, remembering that you were alone.

If you look at the clock, it's still far from dinner time. So there is no harm to sing a bit, isn’t it?

You were singing with a sweet smile, circling the kitchen from the stove to the counter. You danced around like in a fairytale movie.

Without you knowing it, your singing was heard all the way to the dining room.

As if captivated by the sweet sound of sirens, Comte tilted his head, curious at the source of the voice he had heard.

"Oh dear, she often sings secretly like this?"

After you finish the song, the Comte gives you a round of applause, leaving you blushing in embarrassment and surprise. You have to be careful next time.

     You hummed softly to yourself as you cleaned the kitchen you previously used to cook lunch. Every now and then you release your voice and sing a few lines of lyrics from a couple of songs.

     You stopped singing when you're done wiping the counter and see your reflection on the marble surface. You chuckled to yourself before you finally humming again and doing your other chores.

     Meanwhile, Comte stepped from the foyer into the dining room. He knew Sebastian was in town, so he looked for other creatures in the mansion to at least welcome him back.

     Comte did return a bit early as the health of the host that hosting the gathering was not good. He didn't really mind that. In fact, he's glad he could at least get back to you soon.

     As soon as he opened the dining room door, Comte immediately heard a very beautiful singing voice. Of course, he immediately recognized the voice. It's your voice. She’s hiding this beautiful singing voice from me? he thought.

     He thought, perhaps because you were alone, you were more freer to express yourself and sing with your hidden yet beautiful voice. "Oh dear, she often sings secretly like this?"

     Comte walked slowly to the kitchen, not letting a single footstep be heard. He peeked a little to see you, found you sweeping the kitchen floor while humming to yourself.

     “I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss, and a prince I’m hoping comes with this~”

     Hearing the lyrics of the song you sing, Comte tried hard to contain his chuckles. For a moment, he lets you continue your private concert, knowing you haven't noticed his existence.

     “So to spend a life of endless bliss, just find who you love through true love’s kiss~”

     Seeing your pretty smile after you finished the song, Comte couldn’t help but remain silent. He came out and stood in the kitchen doorway.

     You jumped when you suddenly hear someone’s applause. You automatically turned around to see who it was. It could be dangerous if it was Arthur or Dazai.

     "Comte?!" Your eyes widen and heat begins to rise to your cheeks. But at least you're grateful it's Comte. "I-I thought you were at the Comtesse de La Motte's mansion with the other noble vampires?"

[ Learning While Simping With Me : I’m searching some history figures to match this story and I think Comtesse de La Motte was the most suitable figure to be a noble pure blood vampire. And she’s an adventurer like rl Comte de St. Germain. ]

     “Ma cherie, I have no idea you have such an enchanting voice.” Instead of answering your question, he makes the blush on your cheeks worse.

     "I-I didn't mean to hide it from you," you muttered shyly.

     Comte simply nodded, knowing that it was the truth. "By the way, do you still want to get your true love's kiss?"

     You jolted once again and looked up to meet his majestic golden eyes. "Comte!" you whined, didn't think he would continue to tease you after knowing your beautiful singing voice.

Leonardo da Vinci

Everyone in the mansion knows you don't really talk much.

Every time you speak, your words sound soft and gentle.

I mean, who wants to talk about something unnecessary? Save your energy, dearest!

Even so, Leonardo is the one who hears your voice more often than the others. Even your nagging voice that almost no other vampire in the mansion could hears.

"Cara mia, I'll be back at 5 for dinner, The instrument shop owner in town needs my help."

Well, he's the Jack of All Trades after all. There wasn't a person in town who didn't know Leonardo. That's the greatness of your lover.

After giving you a bye-bye kiss, Leonardo immediately went out to the town. As for yourself, you took a deep breath with the cleaning utensil in your hand.

For what? Of course, to clean your lover's room which is always messy, no matter how many times you tidy it up.

One thing that even Leonardo didn't know was your beautiful singing voice.

Soft, gentle and sweet.

You'll always be singing to yourself every time you're alone and doing long works that will bore you.

Songs from the 21st century? Songs from the 19th century where you live now? Or just the tunes of the song you often hear from Mozart's room? You name it! You're like having your own concert when you're alone.

And when Leonardo accidentally heard your singing voice he immediately fell silent as if enchanted by your voice.

Leonardo will not interrupt your song. He will continue to wait for you, listening to you until you aware of his existence.

     A smile on his face, Leonardo can't wait to see you again and hug you after half a day apart. His steps down the hall of the mansion felt light. Of course, nothing can make you happier than being with the person you love after a tiring day.

     “When it’s my turn? Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that shore up above~”

     Just as he was about to push the door to his room, which was not completely closed, Leonardo immediately halted when he heard the voice of a woman who was none other than you singing beautifully.

     Wanting to confirm that it was your voice, Leonardo opened the door slowly. There, he sees you singing the song with his books in hand and tidying them up on the shelves.

     Leonardo knows you don't talk much because you're shy and stuff. But when he heard the soft golden voice coming out of your more often locked lips, there was a certain euphoria in his heart. He knows you only sing to yourself because your singing voice is low but very sweet to his ears.

     You paused for a moment when you reached the climax of the song you were singing. You lowered your voice which even Leonardo could barely hear. “Out of the sea. Wish I could be part of that world…”

     You finished arranging the last book in your hands as you finished singing, smiling faintly and sweetly to yourself. You turned around, intending to go out and help Sebastian prepare dinner. You're sure Leonardo will be back soon to—

     “Goodness!” You jumped in surprise when you see the figure of your lover already standing in the doorway, smiling at you. "Leo?!"

     Realizing the possible reason Leonardo was there, you blushed furiously. “S-since when were you there?!”

     "Who knows? It's not that important, yes?" Leonardo chuckled in his seductive voice. "Won't you give me a welcome kiss?"

     You walked up to him with your burning cheeks. “I-if you heard something earlier… uh, forget what you just heard, okay?” you plead.

     "My, why? I was so surprised when I heard you sing alone. Do you do it often? I thought an angel came down from heaven in my room. Apparently the angel is my compagna."

     Feeling your face about to explode from the heat, you immediately buried yourself on his chest. You thought it would cool your cheeks, but it didn't because the sweet smell of cigarillos clinging to him made you blush even more.

William Shakespeare

If Shakespeare wanted to, he could get anything from you.

If you're willing to give it, you'll give it. But if you don't want to, then Shakespeare has two options.

He can let you be and choose to give in. Or he can force you in various ways. That's one of the reasons why he's called a yandere, isn't he?

Including your voice when you're singing so beautifully. All the tragedies that were in his mind seemed to be erased for a while. Because there is only heaven that he saw when he heard your voice.

Like an addiction, this is one of the reasons that triggers Shakespeare's heart to be able to hear your voice again.

Shakespeare may brag of it to his acquaintances  proudly or he may make your voice for yourself and for himself.

For the second option, if Shakespeare doesn't let other people hear your beautiful voice, then he will use your shyness as an excuse.

That day, the household had a visitor. But since you have no very important business with the guest, you choose to return to your lover’s room after preparing tea for the two.

To kill some times, you pulled one of the play scripts that Shakespeare wrote in his human life from the shelf.

You pulled a script with the title "Romeo and Juliet". There is nothing happier than being able to read the original script of the most legendary story, right? You sat yourself on the bed and enjoy your time reading the script.

Before you know it, you started to sing a song you've known from your time. You deliberately lowered your voice so that it wouldn't be heard by those in the living room and disturbed them.

Even so, Shakespeare can still hear your faint voice. After he escort his guest to the door, your lover immediately came to find you who was peacefully reading in his room.

Just like Comte and Leonardo, Shakespeare will let you finish what you sing and let you notice his existence yourself.

You only realized Shakespeare was there when Puck jumped into your lap.

"Let the seven heavens beest the witness, how can a story full of tragedy like yond beest did maketh into a very quite quaint tunes as if it have a joyous ending?"

Hang in there, your cheeks will be really blushing afterwards.

     "It's an honor to beest able to talk over tea, gentleman. I wilt ponder the giveth thee hath't did tender me," Shakespeare said with his knowing smile.

     After his guest disappeared behind the gate, Shakespeare immediately closed the door of his residence. He was silent for a moment, trying to hear the very, very small and hard to hear tunes. " I bethink, the curtain yond hath been did close for a long time is opening again but with a quite quaint ending."

     In the playwright's room, you're still enjoying your reading session of the script you found on the shelf. Even in various versions of Romeo and Juliet, you always like the ball dance part where the two main characters meet. It triggers your memory of a song from your time.

     “Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. This a love story, baby, just say, “Yes”.” You sing in a very low and gentle voice. There's no way you jump around and sing the song. You can't even imagine it.

     "Oh? Puck, what's wrong?" you asked when a rabbit suddenly jumped into your lap, where you put the script of the play you were reading.

     After getting your attention, Puck jumped back to the floor. Your eyes followed his movements until he rubbed his body with his owner's feet.

     In shock, you raised your eyes, realizing that Shakespeare was already smiling warmly at you. "Will?! S-since when—?”

     "Let the seven heavens beest the witness, how can a story full of tragedy like yond beest did maketh into a very quite quaint tunes as if it have a joyous ending?"

     Noticing your still surprised figure and your blushing cheeks, Shakespeare chuckled. “Ah, i'm mine most humble apology for surprising this lovely nymph. I didn't expect thee to sing so beautifully like yond. Do you always hide your lovely voice behind the blinds, dearest?” Shakespeare asked you.

     “I-I just remembered a song from my time, so I sang it,” you reply, whether it's a truth or a lie. “I'm sorry if it bothers you.”

     Shakespeare nodded. He walked over and sat beside you. His cold hand caressed your cheek warmly. “Don’t be, darling. Thither is nay sweeter tragedy when it is sung by thee. Even a tragedy can be heaven for me.”

     Like I said, hang in there. The day after, he will continue to tease you.

Have a nice day/night. See you at the next work!