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AquaaaaaaAAAAA IM ON FIRE NOW 🔥🔥🧍🏻♀️🔥🔥 something about Clavis watching his lover bathe like that is sooo... and everything that followed? you know i loved it......
Room for One More - Clavis Lelouch x Reader (Ikemen Prince)
A/N: Part of Visions of Temptations 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore
Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader
Prompt: Day 1 - (reverse) cowgirl position and "Sorry, I was just thinking of all the ways I can ravage you."
Word Count: 1114
Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; reverse cowgirl position; bathtub sex; praise kink; stocking/lingerie; breeding; creampie; piv; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used, but "good girl" used and mentions of pregnancy)
Clavis leaned against the doorframe, watching as you prepared for your bath. His amber eyes followed the curves of your figure, lingering on your legs when you placed your foot upon the edge of the porcelain bathtub and began to unroll your delicate black stockings down your thigh.
He continued to watch silently as you fully disrobed, your bare body sinking into the rose-infused bathwater, your eyes oblivious to the observer hiding in the doorway. Letting out a soft sigh, you rested your back against the side of the tub, the water warm against your skin, soothing your aching muscles. Clavis felt his body grow warm as you began to wash yourself; starting with your arms, you held the bar of soap in your palm, your hand gently gliding up and down your slick skin.
Next, your legs. Shifting your weight, you pulled your knee back towards your chest, your calf slowly rising from the water.Leaning forward, your chest lifted from the water, your breasts fully visible, as you reached for your foot with your hand, your palm once again gently gliding over your slick skin.
When you were done with that leg, and your calf fell softly back into the water with barely a splash, Clavis suppressed a groan, strangling it in his throat before it had a chance to breathe.
“Is there room for one more?” he finally asked, making his presence finally known. Startled by the sound of his familiar voice, you looked up at your lover, your bashful body sinking deeper into the water.
“Uh, yeah…of course there is. There’s plenty of room,” you replied, moving forward to make room for Clavis. You tried not to stare as he undressed before you, unbuttoning his shirt first, giving you a glimpse of his pecs. Next came his belt, which he unbuckled and removed with a flourish and with that, his crisp white pants fell to the floor around his ankles. Stepping out of his pants, he began to approach you in the bath, fully removing his shirt as his legs carried him to you, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. Your eyes were glued to his figure during this striptease, your gaze drifting between his chest and his hips and everything in between.
“This feels good,” he sighed as he stepped into the bath, his body slowly sinking behind yours. He rested his hands on your shoulders, his thumbs massaging small circulation motions in your skin. Between the warmth of the water and the way your lover touched your skin, your core was ignited with flames that licked every nerve, every sensitive spot in your body.
Your body shifted against his, seeking some friction in your small confines. Lips parted, you let out a soft moan as he dragged one of his hands down your back, his palm rough against your damp skin, his fingertips ghosting each vertebrae of your spine.
Upon reaching your backside, his hand wandered to its most favorite spot – your thigh. He dug his fingers into your soft flesh, your back arching as his thumb traced small circles on the inside of your thigh.
“Be a good girl for me, and…” His voice trailed off, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as he pulled on your leg, spreading your thighs. It suddenly felt difficult to breathe normally; Clavis’ other hand wandered, and unlike its mate, this hand wrapped itself around your waist, fingers splaying across your torso.
“That was a good sound,” he said as he dragged his hand down your navel, his fingers touching your clit, his hard shaft pressing against your lower back. Trembling in his arms, your head tilted back as you let out a soft whimper; Clavis pressed a kiss onto your exposed neck, easily pleased by your sounds.
Clavis slid a finger along your slit, teasing your entrance before easily sliding two fingers inside. ���Ahhh…” The soft sounds easily slipped from your mouth as Clavis pumped his fingers inside you. Lost in his ministrations, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be pleasured by your lover.
“No…” you murmured, your voice already raspy, turning your face to meet Clavis’ when his fingers left your core.
“Sorry,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your sad little pout. “I was just thinking of all the ways I can ravage you.”
A loud moan was ripped from your throat as Clavis gripped your hips firmly and guided you on his erect cock. The stretch was slow, the burn pleasurable, as he took his time filling you inch by inch.
Once you were fully seated on his shaft, he pressed your body against his, holding you there, allowing you time to adjust to his size. “You feel so good,” he whispered, “but this will feel so much better.” He gripped your hips again, lifting your body up so that only the tip of his cock remained inside, and then quickly pushed you back down, thrusting his cock deep inside.
You began to shift your hips yourself, taking control of the movements, pulling up, and then impaling yourself on his hard cock, your moans combining with his, echoing in the small tiled room.
Clavis sucked on the sweet slope of your shoulder, leaving biting kisses in a trail, a pleased smile spread on your lips as you bounced on his cock.
“Please…” he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your skin, sending tingles down your spine. “I want to fill you up. I want to…”
His words trailed off as he pressed his palm against your belly. He didn’t need to finish his sentence; you knew what he wanted.
He wanted to breed you.
Your body burned with excitement as your pace increased. Waves splashed, the water now cool, doing nothing to quell the flames that burned bright in your belly.
You cried out his name as you reached your climax, his body tensing against yours. Your fingers gripped the sides of the porcelain tub, holding on as your body shook with pleasure as Clavis spilled his seed inside you. He groaned in your ear as you squeezed him, milking his cock of every last drop of cum.
Coming down from your collective highs, Clavis wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, his cock still buried inside you. You leaned back, tilting your head, your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. Smiling down at you, he gently brushed a stray lock of hair, tucking it behind your ear.
“My good girl,” he whispered, brushing a kiss upon the crown of your head, a proud smile adorned his handsome face as his hand rested on your belly.
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#nsft#vot'23 rbs#kinktober 2023#visions of temptation 2023#kinktober#ikemen series#ikemen prince#ikepri#clavis lelouch#ikepri clavis#ikemen clavis
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Everytime Leonardo opens his mouth in this i want to SCREAM everything he says is considered dirty talk he's too powerful.........oh this fic goes hard *melts to a puddle on the ground*
Ikemen Vampire - Comte x Reader x Leonardo
Visions of Temptation, Day 5 Prompt: Spit-Roasting
Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore
This is not the fic I was planning to post for Comte's birthday, it's not an actual birthday fic, but I'm far from finishing the birthday one, while I had this one almost finished, so why not post it today...
It feels kind of strange to use Comte's name in narration rather than just dialog. Also funny how, sometimes, you write a prompt based fic and the actual prompt is one of the smaller parts of it
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Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to put yourself at the mercy of two purebloods, both very competitive despite sharing your love. They had agreed to try at least once, though, and you would take advantage of this rare treat. You had talked about it, and you knew what you were getting into. Each of them could be quite overwhelming by himself, but you thought you could handle both of them at once.
It was funny to think your bed was the most spacious you found for this. That the luxury usually associated with Abel did not extend to his bed, something you had noticed but never made itself so apparent. But at least there was a space for the three of us to have some fun together, and it was the best place for you, who probably wouldn’t be walking much the next day.
You had barely settled into your room, and they were already fighting for your attention. You were pulled onto Abel’s lap on the bed, with him kissing and sucking on your neck while unbuttoning your shirt.
“Are you still sure about this, ma chérie? You know we’re not good at sharing or holding back when we’re more possessive. I can’t promise we’ll be gentle with you.”
Even as he said that, he took his time undressing you, fingers only ghosting over your skin as he slowly left light marks over your neck and shoulders.
“I trust you.” And if you were to be completely honest, you looked forward to it. To find yourself sandwiched between these two powerful men you loved so much and be completely ravaged by them.
Leonardo sat by your side on the bed, and a hand on your chin brought your attention to him.
“You’re such a naughty girl, cara mia. Challenging us like this.” He must have noticed your unspoken desire to make such a comment, which made you a little embarrassed. You opened your mouth to reply, only to be silenced by an overwhelming kiss.
There was nothing gentle about the way Leonardo approached you. He practically devoured you, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he were starving and you were his favorite meal. You tried to kiss back with equal enthusiasm.
As soon as your shirt was out of the way, Leonardo unhooked your bra, only for Abel to cup your breasts, squeezing lightly, his kisses becoming loving bites, fangs barely touching your skin, but enough to give you that thrill of anticipation. You moaned into Leonardo’s kiss, clinging to him, and he threaded his fingers through your hair. You were starting to feel dizzy, and Leonardo barely let you catch a breath between kisses.
Still you tried to focus and started to unbutton his shirt, but you only fumbled with the buttons, too distracted by the hands toying with your nipples and the teeth nibbling at your ear now, Leonardo’s dazing kisses and his hand, now slipping under your skirt, nails lightly raking their path up.
You squirm and moan, torn between seeking more and trying to get away from the pleasure. But there was no getting away, and none of them seemed to have any intention of taking you yet, despite how hard Abel was getting under you, and the way his breath hitched when your squirming had you rubbing against him.
“So restless. Do you want us to stop, cara mia?”
All that came out of you was a louder moan as Leonardo rubbed you over your underwear, so you shook your head in response. It was a little too much, but you knew it would, and it’s not in a bad way. To have both your lovers’ attention on you made both your heart and body so full in the best way.
“Do you need some help?”
Leonardo didn’t wait for a new answer before your underwear was pushed aside and a finger was rubbing directly against your entrance.
The finger quickly slips inside, slowly fucking you, and that makes the pressure building within you worse. Leonardo only looks at you with a slight teasing smile, but, through your hazy mind, you notice that sometimes his gaze shifts somewhere else.
Despite you having gone still, Abel groans behind you, snuggling against your back and muffling these noises against your skin. His hands also stilled, and he only held you tighter. And with a little less stimulation, you notice that the way that Leonardo fingers you had the back of his hand rubbing over the erection under you, and he knew very well what he was doing.
“Leonardo…” Abel growled from behind you, “This is not the night to provoke me.”
“I’m just helping our principessa, since you seem intent on teasing her. Is this kind of accidental touch enough to set you off, amico mio?”
You had no idea what Leonardo considered helping, because a single finger at such a slow pace was more frustrating than helpful. Enough to warm you up, but not for anything else. And this exchange between them, that you had no idea if they were trying to fight or flirt, but, as hot as you found it, their attention was straying, and you were already too impatient.
“You two can fuck later, but one of you better take me now. Or do I need to do it myself?”
Leonardo chuckled, grinning at you. He was totally doing it on purpose, and you had fallen into his trap.
“Such a greedy girl. Is this how Leonardo’s been teaching you, chérie?”
“Don’t act like you’re all that innocent, either. As for you, tesoro, how can we resist when you’re begging us so sweetly?”
The remaining clothes were shed with a certain rush, but still between heated kisses and enticing touches, but no more teasing. At least not directly, but they still fought for your attention.
As soon as your own clothes were out of the way, you positioned yourself on your hands and knees on the bed, in a silent invitation for your lovers. You were aching for them so much, but asking again would be embarrassing. Although the way they stared at you wasn’t much better.
“Look at you, darling. So ready for us.” Abel spoke, caressing up your thigh, then squeezing one of your ass cheeks.
“You’re so sexy when you’re forward like this, amore.” Leonardo joined him at your side, his hand trailing up your back, making you arched into his touch.
You felt Abel slide behind you, two fingers pushing into you, and your body automatically reacted, thrusting back against him.
“Who said you could have her first?” Leonardo asked.
“I was the one who gave up my turn for this today. Besides, I didn’t hear her complain.” You were sure Abel was smirking back at his friend.
“No one asked you to do that. Besides, you never asked her.”
“Boys, don’t fight. You can take turns. Now come here, Leo.” Leaning on one arm, you reached out to pull him closer. “I’ll make this worth your time, too.”
Leonardo gave in, kneeling before you.
“Turns? You’re very brave today, aren’t you? Let’s see how much you can handle, then.”
Your only response was licking the cock before you slowly, from base to head, kissing the tip, then licking it as well, making him shudder. You loved to be able to see or hear your boyfriends’ reactions and the effect you had on them.
You whined when the fingers were removed from you, but Abel’s thicker cock quickly replaced them, and you let Leonardo’s slip into your mouth at the same time.
Being filled on both sides was as delicious and overwhelming as you expected. Abel fucked you slow and deep as you tried to suck Leonardo off, but each thrust pushed him further in your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, but it surprisingly only added to your pleasure.
As you got used to the position, Abel’s thrusts sped up, and Leonardo’s hands started to roam your body again, both of them offering words of praise and encouragement almost constantly.
Soon you could barely think, mind clouded with so much pleasure like you never felt before. You were thankful your moans were muffled by the cock in your mouth, because you doubted you could keep the noise to a discreet level.
You gave up trying to be more active towards them and let your boyfriends use you as they saw fit, letting yourself drown in the pleasure they gave you. And your reward was the most explosive orgasm you had ever felt, washing over you like a wave in a stormy sea, your mind going completely blank then, your whole body clenching. You almost choked on Leonardo before he managed to pull away to give you room to breathe, and you tightening around Abel made him moan your name.
You were only partly aware of the way he gripped your hips tighter, or that his thrusts became faster, more desperate, only coming around in time to feel him filling you. But he didn’t pull away, still holding your hips flush against his and whispering sweet praise to you.
“You still okay, cara mia?” Leonardo asked, caressing your hair. Willing your tired body to react, you only sucked him in response, giving him a playful look. “Good girl.”
With a hand on the back of your head, he started slowly fucking your mouth.
Still not pulling out of you, Abel started rubbing your clit, stimulating you towards another orgasm.
Neither of you lasted long after that, Leonardo pushing himself deep in your mouth and holding you still, his warm cum filling your throat, just before you came for the second time yourself.
Both of them finally released you, your body collapsing on the bed as your tired limbs gave out.
“Tired already, chérie?” Comte laid by your side.
“Where’s that confidence from earlier?” Leonardo joined you on the other side.
You rolled to lie on your back and looked at one of them, then the other, giving both a playful smile.
“Oh, I’m not that tired. I just need a moment. I promised you another round, didn’t I?” You leaned to your aide, kissing one, then the other. “We still have time for a lot of fun.”
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SNACKS 🥺🥺🥺 SNACKS AS AFTERCARE!!! MY FAVOURITE!!! I LOVE THIS
Kinktober Day 26
WELCOME BACK SLUTS. It's that time of the year you've been looking forward to. As always, Kinktober is hosted by your local Napoleon simp @xxsycamore
If you would like to read Kinktober 2021 and 2022 they are here
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Day 26 -Body Worship | Aftercare
Leonardo
You lay on his bed, panting and rubbing your wrists. The adrenaline was starting to wear off. You feel the bed shift and open your eyes to see Leonardo getting off the bed and putting his pants back on.
You pout as you watch him you want to cuddle. He sleeps any other time so why is he leaving now.
"I'll be right back, cara mia," he kisses you, much softer than he was moments ago. Without bothering to put a shirt on he leaves the room.
You lay there and pout, but you're also wondering how he can pound you into the mattress and still be able to walk. You can barely roll over in bed sometimes. Which is all the more reason for him to stay.
You muster up some energy to roll to the side of the bed and grab an article of clothing. Leonardo's shirt happens to be closest so you put it on and lay back down with a thud. So tired.
Moment later Leonardo comes back. Rather than turning on his ceiling light, he turned in the lamp on his desk so it isn't too bright, but so they can still see.
"I brought you snacks."
"Snacks?" You get excited and try sitting up again but your butt hurts. You just knew there was a large handprint stamped on you.
"Lay on your stomach, Cara Mia," he also had a soothing cream to rub on you. You roll into your stomach and Leonardo sets a plate down on his bed in front of you.
"I didn't want to make too much noise so I just grabbed something quick."
It was a small piece of cake along with some cheese and crackers. You start with the cake without thinking about it, then a few bites in you stop.
"Wait. Is this Theo's cake?"
Leonardo sits next to you on the bed and puts the cream in his hand, and rubs it on your butt. "Sebastian didn't technically make it for him. So no, it's not."
"He's going to kill me tomorrow," but you keep eating it, not caring enough.
"Don't think of other guys while I'm rubbing your ass," he pouts.
Leonardo then rubs his hands up your back, pushing his shirt out of the way. You let out a soft moan. He gives you a gentle massage as you start eating the cheese and crackers.
"How do your wrists feel?" He takes one of your hands and rubs the cream on your wrist before you even answer. Then eats the cheese you were holding.
"Hey! That was my cheese!"
He laughs and takes your other wrist and does the same. "There you go."
He lays beside you, putting an arm around you while you finish what was on the plate.
"Now it's cuddle time," he nuzzles his face into your neck and you giggle.
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HKJHKJHKDGFJ WHAT IS THISSS this idea is so hot??? IM IN SHOCK AS A NON-KEITH-FUCKER ....this was so sexy of Emma to do im dead....
Rated M
Pairing: Keith x MC (Emma)
Word Count: ~730
Warnings: Marking, Suggestive Content, Lingerie.
Note: Written for the Kinktober event Visions of Temptation 2023, hosted by @xxsycamore.
Day 2 - Biting/Marking
Thank you so much @nightghoul381 for proofreading ♡
Dainty hands rolled up the sheer, delicate fabric of the stockings up her thighs. It partially covered the purplish marks he had left on her skin last night. Keith let out a little disappointed sigh.
It wasn't that he didn't understand him. Emma was simply irresistible, making it hard to contain his most visceral desires, too. Her sweet scent lured his mind to endless fields of sinful thoughts, and the slightest touch of her skin felt like paradise. Something he had never even dreamed of having to himself, and now that he had experienced it, his body desperately craved it.
Emma rendered him famished with a hunger befitting a lifetime of starvation. It was a herculean task not to devour her whole.
Keith fought this urge with everything he had, however. For her love was his precious paradise flower, more fragile than those silk stockings she was so gently putting on, and he feared the violent raptures of his needs could tear it apart.
He didn't want to hurt her, but this worry didn't reach him. He was so careless with her…
Emma turned over, her surprise at seeing him standing there while she dressed only lasting a fraction of a second. Her beautiful lips curled up with a most sincere smile. Careless, too, as if the marks on her skin didn't bother her at all. Each little casual step she took towards him contradicted his fears.
She wasn't hurt.
She wasn't scared of him.
She didn't mind what happened last night.
Keith shuddered for many reasons when Emma's feet arched up so her arms could envelope him in her warmth. She had only a rosy lingerie on, and her uncovered skin pressed against his body. His eyes darted away. His hands hovered over her, not quite touching. There was an overwhelming longing to pull her even closer, to kiss her lips and take her to bed again so he could love her, over and over. But there was also an overwhelming guilt for his actions. And the ever present fright of repeating them himself.
"What's wrong?" Emma sought his stare with worried eyes. The same hands that softly handled the stockings now touched his face with infinite tenderness.
It was hard to resist, but it was harder not to look back at her and open up his heart to the woman he loved. "I'm sorry, I-" Keith quietly brushed his fingers against a mark on the crook of her neck, under the shadow of her hair, but still showing on a closer inspection. "He wasn't gentle with you last night…"
"Ah, this?" Emma covered that portion of her skin with her hand. Her cheeks were now red and her smile was wider than before. Keith realized that she wasn't hiding the mark, but feeling it.
"I like it, actually," admitting out loud made her giggle bashfully. "It makes me feel… Desired."
His brows furrowed with confusion. How come something so inconsiderate makes her feel like this? "Do you want me to show you?" She offered, as if sensing his conflicted thoughts, and Keith couldn't help but nod in agreement.
Emma kissed him, her hands burying into his hair and slowly losing their softness. As the kiss deepened, so did the passion with which she pulled him against her, and reacting in the same intensity became irresistible. Tongues waltzed together to the sultry sound of their moans. Keith pressed her waist so tightly she gasped. Their eyes met. She licked her lips and placed moist pecks on his neck. His mind was lost in that dreamy estate, of perfect flowers blooming just for them.
Keith was so inebriated in lust it didn't hurt at all when her small mouth suckled on his skin. He held his breath, the warm and tingling sensation sending shivers down his spine.
By the time he gathered himself to open his eyes, Emma was attentively looking at that spot on his neck that was between her lips until seconds ago, her eyes shining somewhat proud of her doing.
"See? This moment will be in your skin now for a while. Hope you'll remember it whenever you see it…"
She lovingly caressed the mark she left on him with her thumb. Keith chuckled softly. She was right.
The memory of the love they shared that morning would linger, and the silk stockings remained intact even during their passionate lovemaking.
#nsft#vot'23 rbs#visions of temptation 2023#keith howell#ikepri#ikemen prince#keith x mc#keith x emma
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oh this is just the BEST way to distract Mozart. goddss thank you for participating 🔥🔥🔥❤❤
Ikemen Vampire - Mozart x Reader
Prompt Day 7: Sex in a Vehicle
Word count: 559
NSFW - MDNI
Warnings/Tags: Sex in a carriage, AFAB reader, Mention of possessiveness, Historically appropriate undergarments (open drawers)
Author's Note: Prompt from Visions of Temptation 2023, hosted by @xxsycamore. I don't write much or have much time to, so YOLO posting it before I can chicken out.
It was only about an hour and a half into a 5 hour carriage ride and you sighed because Mozart was practically losing his mind. The current section of road was not as well maintained as the roads near the city.
Mozart had asked you to come to help keep him calm during the carriage ride and distract him but everything you tried was to no avail.
After another 20 minutes of Mozart's fretting, you realized something that would absolutely be distracting if nothing else.
You began to rub him through his trousers. Gentle movements keeping a steady rhythm. "You can't be serious this isn't the time or place."
"I think this is the perfect time and place, besides didn't you say you wanted a distraction?" You slip your hand under his clothes to start stroking him directly, a moan escaping your lips when you feel how warm and hard his cock is already.
"This is hardly enough to be a distraction in my book." He pouts despite the flushing of his cheeks giving away his enjoyment.
You turn around and move to straddle his lap as you free his cock from the pants it threatens to tear. "I think you'll find plenty of distraction to be had here."
After giving him a few more strokes, you lift your skirts and petticoats as you move closer. You are for once thankful for 19th century open drawers and there open crotch design as you line him up with your entrance. Peeking at him through your lashes, you see the dawning realization on his face right before you slowly lower yourself taking him centimeter by centimeter.
The moan that comes out of you when he is fully sheathed inside you sounds so perverse and so divine all at once, making him twitch inside you.
You begin to move up and down with each bump. Letting the rocky road determine the pace at which you ride him. Slow first, then faster.
"Mmm… I could get used to this." He moans in your ear as he starts to navigate around your various layers and underthings to pinch and pull on your nipples.
As he works on your breasts with his hands, he kisses you with such a passion that you feel as though you might forget to breathe. As time goes on though, the bumps in the road have become intermittent. The drop in your pace as you mirrored the carriage's now less bumpy path, is just not enough for him though. "I want all of you and right now."
He flips the both of you around. Now you are lying on the seat as best as possible and Mozart was above you. He thrusts into you at a steady pace. His sense of rhythm never fails to take your breath away.
As he continued, it was like he was just pulling earth shattering orgasms from deep inside you. Telling you how good you are and how you are all his as he fucks you into the carriage seat.
You lose count of how many times you came, but when as you start to become exhausted, he bites your shoulder drowning you even more ecstasy as he came deep inside you.
"If this is how you'd like to distract me from now on, I might start to hate these carriage rides a bit less."
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kinktember sounds about right to me too 😂😂 as always, amazing work!!!❤❤
Tipsy Temptations
Entry #3 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. I have a brief summary of my OC here for anyone interested. Also, I'm extending my personal deadline to the end of December-Kinktober is now Kinktember lol.
Fandom: Ikepri
Pairing: Silvio x OC
Word Count: 2.8k
Prompts: Angry sex | Vanilla sex
“So,” Aurelia said as she poured wine into three glasses, “Spill. We need all the details. How’s life as the king’s consort been? And how is that ruffian treating you?”
Rene covered his face with his hands. “No, I knew you were going to do this to me,” he peeked at his sisters from between his fingers, “You know I’m not the consort yet. We’re not even engaged! And I don’t even really want to be called that when I am one. I’m still not used to the idea, and you know how I feel about titles.”
“Don’t worry, when the time comes, we’ll be sure to only think of you as Silvio’s husband instead,” Lisette teased.
“You two have gotten worse since getting married, I hope you know that,” Rene accused as he sulkily took a sip of the rosé.
“So will you,” Lisette shot back, “Now stop stalling and tell us how your dating life has been.”
Rene groaned, blushing fiercely. “I hate you both. I don’t remember grilling you this hard when you guys started dating.” Aurelia and Lisette shared a disbelieving look, which-fair. If he absolutely had to admit it to himself, Rene did his fair share of egging them on. But that was only because he truly didn’t think he’d ever be in a relationship himself. If he could turn back time, he would have definitely gone easier on them. “You guys know he’s actually super nice to me now that we’re together, but it’s way more than that. He’s so doting, you have no idea. I never expected him to pamper me as much as he does. He’s even more overprotective than you guys!”
“I’m not surprised,” Aurelia said, “We wouldn’t have let him whisk you away if we thought he wouldn’t treat you the way you deserve to be.” She leaned forward conspiratorially, “But surely that’s not all you have to say, is it? We’re here for the juicy gossip, not to hear what we already knew about. Tell us all about what an adorable, dedicated partner you’ve got wrapped around your finger.”
Rene bit his lip around a smile, ready to give stories that were just vague enough on the details that he could keep all the important bits a secret.
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Rene hummed as he tipsily strode down the hallway to the room he was sharing with Silvio, skirt fluttering as he swayed along to music he played in his head. The Benitoitian castle was more to Rene’s tastes in terms of colours-bright blues, creamy whites, shiny golds, all bright and well balanced to mirror the glitter of the ocean-but there was something homey about Rhodolite’s that made him feel nostalgic. It was always nice to be back for a visit, not just to see his sisters. He’d always remember the time spent in this castle, making friends with the princes, exploring the giant library, the spot where he first met Silvio.
Speaking of Silvio, Rene opened the door to find him already in the room, shrugging out of his coat as if he got there moments before Rene himself. Silvio immediately noticed him standing there in the doorway. “That was quick,” he said as he tossed his cloak over the back of a chair, “I wasn’t expecting you to come back so-oof!” Silvio, winded, caught Rene as the smaller man launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around his neck.
“Hi,” Rene smiled up at Silvio, near vibrating with joy when Silvio flushed and adjusted his hold on Rene’s waist, arms coming around to hug him back.
“Hi yourself,” Silvio raised an eyebrow, “I see your sisters succeeded in getting you drunk. Shouldn’t you still be with them? Don’t tell me they sent you back here early-I know those harpies wouldn’t tear their claws out of their precious brother that easily.”
“I’m buzzed, not drunk,” Rene protested, “and we decided to end early for the night. I think they could tell I missed you when I was talking about you, because they did suggest we end early, for your information.”
Silvio narrowed his eyes and gently squeezed Rene, bringing one hand up ruffle soft pink hair, “And what exactly were you talking about that made you miss me, huh? Am I going to have to punish you for spreading secrets?”
Rene, unsurprisingly to Silvio by this point, giggled in response to the threat. “I just told them about how sweet you are to me,” he nuzzled into Silvio’s chest, “A few simple stories without any of the big details. I didn’t want to tell them a lot of specifics because those are just for me to have.”
“You-!” Silvio flushed harder. He wouldn’t have put it past Rene to tell his sisters everything; he may not have a good relationship with his siblings but even he knew that those who did were comfortable enough to share relationship stories, and Rene and his sisters were very close. He’d been worried about that all night, in fact: that Lisette and Aurelia would ambush him tomorrow with jokes about how whipped he was. But to hear that Rene wanted to hoard their moments between them like a dragon protecting its treasure? “So, what, they tried to ply you with alcohol to get you to spill? You need some water to help sober up?” Silvio asked, refusing to address the adorable thing Rene just said.
“You know what I’m like when I’m actually drunk,” Rene peered up at Silvio shyly, squirming as he admitted, “I knew if I got drunk, you’d put me to bed instead of . . .” Rene broke off in an unintelligible mumble.
“Sorry, what was that?” Silvio teased, having a very good idea of what Rene was getting at, “I couldn’t hear ya. What did you want me to do to you?”
The tips of his ears bright red, Rene buried his face in Silvio’s chest as he said just loud enough to be heard, “I wanted you to make love to me.”
Silvio tipped Rene’s head back with hands cupped to his cheeks and surged forward to kiss him, partly to hide his own blush and partly because Rene openly admitting his desire for Silvio always gave him an overwhelming need to touch his boyfriend in some way. Rene met him eagerly, kissing back with fervor. Silvio walked Rene back toward the bed, shimmying Rene’s dress off him along the way, helping Rene not fall over when he nearly tripped while slipping his shoes and underwear off. When Rene was down to nothing, they worked on Silvio, tugging off all his clothes and jewelry as best they could while not breaking off their eager kisses. Once they were both naked, Silvio lifted Rene onto the bed, climbing in after him.
Silvio gave Rene one last deep kiss before pulling back. “I’d ask if you’re sure you’re only tipsy, but I forgot you’re a maudlin drunk,” he brushed a thumb across the corner of Rene’s eye, “and there aren’t nearly enough tears for that.”
“That was one time!” Rene argued. “And it was totally your fault, you tyrant!”
“Really?” Silvio rummaged through the nightstand and retrieved the lube, “Because I remember you working yourself up all on your own. Remind me what you were blubbering on about and we’ll see who’s to blame.”
Rene tilted his head up against the pillow haughtily, “Big words from someone who totally freaked out trying to calm me down that night. How many times did you apologize, again? I don’t think someone who's blameless would do that.”
“Is that how you want to play it?” Silvio challenged. The playful, happy look in Rene’s eyes belied his impish smirk, and far be it from Silvio not to play along and give his lover exactly what he wanted. “I’ll show you blameless, you cheeky brat,” he said as he bent down to nibble on Rene’s earlobe, his hands sweeping up and down Rene’s torso.
“That doesn’t even make sense!” Rene giggled, wrapping his arms around Silvio’s shoulders. His laughter turned to sighs and hums of pleasure as Silvio kissed and nipped at his jaw and neck, his mouth slowly trailing down Rene’s body.
“Better be careful at Benitiotian parties,” Silvio warned, lapping at Rene’s nipple while he pinched the other one, “If you’re not careful, you can easily drink yourself into a stupor. Merchants especially will try to ply you with liquor, and knowing you, it’ll be all too easy to wind up weeping on the ballroom floor.”
“I cry in front of you once and now I’m a crybaby who can’t handle his liquor?” Rene pouted, voice shaky under Silvio’s onslaught.
“You’re welcome to prove me wrong,” Silvio dipped his tongue into Rene’s naval before trailing down to his hips, “When we’re back home, we’ll see who has a higher tolerance.”
“You better watch yourself, I’ll drink you under the table. That’ll show you to underestimate-oh!” Rene jerked when Silvio licked a stripe up his cock.
“You wanna try that again?” Silvio goaded before taking to the task of sucking Rene off with aplomb, wrapping spit-slick lips around his dick without hesitation, his hand wrapped around the base. Rene whined, legs twitching against Silvio’s weight pinning them to the bed. Silvio pulled off briefly to crow, “That’s what I thought,” before going back to dragging his mouth up and down Rene’s cock.
Rene brought one hand down and buried his fingers in Silvio’s hair, trying not to yank at the strands as he held on for dear life; his other hand was used to stuff the knuckle of his index finger in his mouth to stifle his moans. Silvio, the jerk, seemed to be doing everything he could to get Rene to lose control: in between rhythmic glides along Rene’s cock, he’d slide up until only the head was in his mouth, lips suckling at the sensitive glans and tongue teasing at the slit, then take all of Rene in at once and swallow tightly around him. Occasionally, he popped off to gently lick at Rene’s balls, thumb smoothing over the gradually tightening sack, spreading drool and precome.
“Silvio, Silvio, I’m-I’m close,” Rene warned, tugging on the sheets by his head as he spiraled toward the cliff’s edge. Silvio took that as his cue to double down, deepthroating Rene and sucking even harder, tongue tracing the veins along Rene’s shaft in an effort to throw Rene over the edge faster. And boy did it work: the heat, the wetness, the suction of Silvio’s mouth drove him higher and higher until the sensation of Silvio humming around him finally sent him over. Rene cried out as he came, his orgasm drawn out as Silvio swallowed around him. Rene whimpered when Silvio finally pulled off him, dragging his lips across his softening cock just to be an asshole. He made a show of swiping across his mouth the way one might if they were wiping away crumbs. “That was quick,” he said arrogantly, smug in how quick he got Rene to come.
Rene groaned and flung an arm over his eyes. “You can’t keep saying that every time,” he complained.
“Maybe don’t come on a hair trigger every time then,” Silvio shot back playfully, like he hadn’t just purposefully pulled out all the tricks solely to have Rene coming as fast as possible. Silvio tugged Rene’s arm away from his face as he snapped the lube open and poured a generous amount onto his fingers (he always took care to use too much rather than too little). He brought his hand to Rene’s hole and circled it teasingly before pressing one finger in, mouth returning to Rene’s nipples.
“Maybe don’t be so good at blowing me,” Rene said around a moan as Silvio steadily fingered him open, nipping at his left nipple while his free hand tweaked the other one. He liked stoking Silvio’s ego every so often because-
“Oh yeah?” Silvio smirked, the expression undeniably sexy as he hurriedly pressed another finger in and worked quicker at getting Rene ready for him, tugging almost meanly at his nipple, “You want to see what else I’m good at?”
-that would happen. Shy Silvio was adorable and precious, but confident Silvio sent heat through Rene. “Please,” Rene begged, rocking into Silvio’s fingers. He tipped his head up imploringly, clutching at Silvio’s arms.
Silvio, reading into his request, bent down and kissed Rene, who made a pleased noise. He eagerly opened his mouth for Silvio’s tongue to slip in, not caring that he could taste himself. His whine was muffled when Silvio pulled his fingers free, but the soon-to-be-king quickly replaced it with his cock, gently feeding it inch by inch inside until he was fully seated, where he sat still for a moment so Rene could adjust.
A moment that was not appreciated by Rene himself, who wrapped his legs around Silvio’s waist and squeezed. He tore away from Silvio’s mouth enough to implore him to move, hips jerking up to hopefully add more encouragement. Silvio huffed, amused and exasperated, but he followed it up with a few short thrusts that soon became a deep, even rhythm when Rene didn’t show any signs of pain or displeasure. “Like that, like that, more,” Rene said breathily, hands coming up to clutch at Silvio’s back, hips rocking to meet Silvio’s.
“You’re pretty damn needy, you know that?” Silvio said, speeding up to appease Rene. He brushed kisses along Rene’s cheek, his jaw, his ear, unable to pull back too far because of Rene’s grip on him but unwilling to, anyway. He pressed close to Rene, pinning their bodies together while being careful not to crush him into the bed too much (even though Rene wouldn’t have any complaints if he did).
“Yeah, but you like it, right?” Rene hated how his voice wavered with uncertainty. The fact that he was here with Silvio now was a testament to how much the seafaring merchant wanted him, but Rene was worried there’d always be a little voice in his ear, sounding remarkably like his biological parents, telling him he would ruin this somehow. He was needy, terribly so, despite trying so hard not to be, and he wouldn’t be able to bear it if Silvio ever became off-put by it.
Thankfully, Silvio seemed to sense exactly what Rene was thinking. “Course I like it,” he assured, wrapping an arm underneath Rene’s waist, pressing them even closer, using his other hand for leverage and stability where it was pressed against the bed. “It’s how you show your charm. Keep showing me how much you need me and I’ll give you what you want,” Silvio punctuated his statement with a couple sharp, hard thrusts right against his prostate.
“Yes, I need it, I need you,” Rene buried his face in Silvio’s neck, an all-too familiar stinging sensation behind his eyes. He held on tight as Silvio’s powerful thrusts rocked him like a ship in stormy weather, voice going high around moans and whimpers as he repeated desperate pleas and Silvio’s name. “Silvio, Silvio, more, please, give it, I need it, Silvio, please!”
Silvio growled and fucked into Rene even harder, wanting to make him come first. He used the arm around Rene’s waist to press their hips together tightly, Rene’s cock grinding against his stomach as Silvio repeatedly struck his sweet spot. His pleas turned to wordless cries as he drew closer to climax, limbs clamping down around Silvio. A few more thrusts exactly like that and he was tumbling over the edge, Silvio following right after him.
Silvio collapsed next to Rene, the two of them still clinging to each other, heedless of the mess between them. In fact, Rene was trying to scooch even closer, like the black hole of affection that he was. Luckily, SIlvio was the same, and he obliged Rene’s wriggling, tucking Rene further against his side.
“I really do love you a lot,” Rene admitted softly, “Lisette and Aurelia made fun of how I always brag about you in all my letters-” as if they didn’t do the exact same about their partners, in their own ways-”but it’s true. I was really happy for them when they found their true loves, but part of me was always jealous even though I told myself I’d given up. And then you showed up, and I know you love me a lot too, even after everything, and that’s . . . I didn’t think I’d ever get this lucky, is all.”
Silvio brought his hand up and cradled Rene’s head, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Damn right you’re lucky,” he muttered, voice tight with emotion he refused to name. Rene held back a laugh; Silvio was still far better at showing his love through actions instead of words, but Rene was great at translating what he really meant. He rested comfortably in the knowledge that Silvio felt the same as him.
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IM GOING TO START BARKING
ahhhh he's so commanding and greedy....... perfect Silvio right here...
Karma - Silvio Ricci x Reader (Ikemen Prince)
A/N: Part of Visions of Temptation 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore
Pairing: Silvio Ricci x Reader
Prompt: Against a Wall
Word Count: 1205
Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; sex against a wall; overstimulation; begging; creampie; piv; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used)
Absence makes the heart grow fonder – or that’s how the saying goes.
Silvio had been away from the palace on three separate extended trips in as many months. You understood when you entered into a relationship with Silvio that a chunk of his time would be spent away working.
But, damnit. Just once you wanted him to feel how you felt when he was away – the ache in your heart knowing it would be days until you saw him, the loneliness of going to bed alone each night, and the torment of being without his touch for days on end.
Every month it was you standing alone at the palace gates, waving goodbye to your lover as he set off for adventure. Sure, not every trip was glamorous or exciting – most times, Silvio was busy making deals to help his country. You knew that Silvio was a hard worker, and that while he was working, he had little time to dwell on missing you.
And that is exactly why you had worked so hard this week. Each and every day this week, you had done everything in your power to avoid him. If he asked you to join him for lunch, you conveniently had other plans you had forgotten about. If you saw him walking down the hallway, you immediately turned, and scurried the other way. And if he came to bed late at night, you rolled over and pretended to be asleep.
This was all part of your master plan – to make Silvio miss you like you missed him. You wanted him to beg and plead and cry just to feel your touch on his skin, for your lips to graze against his in only a hint of a kiss, for your body to be so close to his he could feel your warmth.
Lucky for you, this experiment was ending tonight. Your plan was working. You saw the small frown that flashed across his face when you declined his lunch plans; you heard his sad sigh when he found you already asleep the other night.
And after the ball tonight, all your wishes would come true.
Or so you had hoped.
*****
“With me. Now!”
Silvio’s voice was a low growl in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin as he grabbed your wrist. The hint of a pleased smile spread on your lips as his thumb pressed down on your pulsepoint, practically dragging you from ballroom to bedroom.
Silvio kicked down the ornate doors leading to his bedroom, roughly pushing you inside before him.
“Silvio!” You feigned a sad frown as you rubbed your wrist, lamenting the loss of his touch upon your delicate skin. “What’s gotten into you?” you asked, batting your eyelashes innocently.
Closing his eyes, he let out a loud, exasperated sigh. “You did, woman,” he huffed out, his eyes still closed.
Your heart sang with joy, ready to celebrate this small victory. But victory was over as soon as it came; pressed up against the wall, Silvio’s imposing frame loomed over yours, his arms caging you, leaving you with no escape.
Cupping your cheek in his hand, his thumb gently stroked your soft skin. “I know what you did,” he whispered, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin. Your heartbeat quickened as he dragged his hand down your face, his fingertip tracing a line down your throat and along the slope of your shoulder.
“I know you have been avoiding me all week.” His hand fell from your shoulder down your arm, his calloused hand rough on your bare skin, your body trembling from his touch. He pushed his hips against yours; your core flooded with warmth, the outline of his erection pressing against you.
“I know you were awake the other night.” Any sense of tenderness now gone, Silvio stared at you, his ocean eyes darkening like a storm out on sea.
“Turn around. Hands against the wall.”
*****
Karma was a bitch.
It was supposed to be Silvio begging for you – but instead it was you.
“Silvio….ahhhh….”
His cock was buried deep inside you, his hips thrusting against yours at a merciless pace, your body this close to being wracked with your second orgasm of the evening.
Your cries spurred him on, encouraging him to rail you harder and faster, if that was even possible. His stamina was normally very high, but tonight it was boundless.
Moaning loudly, the waves of pleasure overwhelmed your body as you reached your peak. You felt weak in the knees; Silvio’s cock, still inside you, decreasing his pace.
He leaned over your back, his hand gently stroking your hair. “I know you have more in you,” he whispered, leaving a biting kiss on your neck. You let out another moan, softer, resigned in knowing he was not done with you yet.
Pulling his cock out, your arousal trickled down your thigh slowly. He roughly spun you around, a wicked grin adorning his handsome face, his hair slicked back, sweaty.
“Silvio…” Your voice was breathless as you spoke, his name the only word on your tongue. A shiver ran down your spine, your body trembled. Your eyes lidded, you looked away, not wanting him to see how badly you desired him.
He slid a hand up your skirt, his fingers teasing your clit. Your lips parted as you sighed softly, your body betraying you.
Removing his hand, he smirked at you. “All this and you still want more?”
Your head bobbed, an imperceptible nod. But a nod, no less. Lifting you in his arms, he pinned you against the wall with one arm, while the other lifted your skirts, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist.
He cupped your cheek, bringing your gaze to his. “I want to see your face when I ….” He easily pushed his cock in one swift thrust, your back arched, the stretch rough and pleasurable
No need to wait for you to adjust to his size, he immediately began to rock his hips against yours, his pace just as merciless as before. Moans slipped from your lips as he ravaged your body, waves of pleasure quickly building in your core.
Closing your eyes, you succumbed to his movements, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to last much longer like this. Silvio grunted a few times, his cock hitting deeper inside with each thrust.
“Look at me,” he said, demanding that you open your eyes. Blinking, you found him smiling as you let out a strangled moan, the pleasure cresting inside you.
“Ahhh…” he groaned as his cock twitched inside you. His body tensed as he stayed inside you, spilling his seed.
Gathering you in his arms, he carried you over to the bed, gently laying you down on the plush coverings. He helped undress you, doing much of the work as your body rested blissfully. After he undressed and got ready for bed, he returned to your side, pulling you close to him, your head resting on his chest.
“I’ll have to make you miss me again soon,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your temple, your eyes already closed, barely registering the implications of his words.
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a leon smut that starts with a good meal, this is perfection right here
No Stopping Me - Leon Dompteur x Reader (Ikemen Prince)
A/N: Part of Visions of Temptations 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore
Pairing: Leon Dompteur x Reader
Prompt: Day 24 - bent over a desk
Word Count: 1190
Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; piv; bent over a desk; creampie; semi-public sex (in his faction office); reader is female-bodied (no pronouns used)
“Wow, that was amazing! Thank you for such a wonderful meal.”
You watched as Leon licked his lips and put his fork down on his now-empty plate. Glancing at the long table, there was little evidence left that under an hour ago a feast had filled the table. Earlier that day, you had slaved in the kitchen preparing the meal – asparagus and green beans because you need your vegetables, mashed potatoes whipped smooth and loaded with butter, and a thick juicy ribeye steak cooked just the way Leon liked it.
It was a meal fit for a king. Or rather, your king, Leon.
Smiling at Leon, your heart swelled with pride that he enjoyed dinner so much. Although your stomach was filled with food, you found yourself not quite satisfied as you stared at Leon with lidded eyes.
“Shall we, um, return to our room?”
Apparently, Leon felt the same way as you felt his smoldering gaze slowly undressing you. Heat rushed to your face as you suddenly felt the need to vacate the dining room.
“I’d like that.” Leon rose from his chair quickly and was by your side in a flash, extending his hand to you as you rose from your chair.
He held your hand as you walked the hallways. That was one of the things you loved so much about Leon, how he always held your hand. It didn’t matter where you were going or how short or long the walk was, his hand would always reach for yours, twining his fingers in yours. It didn’t matter if your hands were cold or clammy, his hand was there, clasped with yours, giving the occasional, comforting squeeze.
“Oh, no.” He sighed loudly as he stopped in the hallway. He turned to you, his hand still holding yours. “I left something in my office. Do you mind if we stop there first?”
*****
Leon’s stride grew longer, his pace faster as you both made your way to the Domestic Faction’s office. Eager to make this detour as quick and painless as possible, you squeezed his hand as you scurried to keep up with him.
Once you arrived at his office, he opened the door, and with a flourish, held out his arm, inviting you in. He entered after you, careful to close the door shut behind him. Briskly, he walked to his desk in search of the papers he was looking for.
Frowning, he stared at the mess that was his desk. Papers were piled upon papers piled upon more papers. Books were stacked in a teetering tower. Paperweights that were gifts from foreign nations, now scattered aimlessly amongst the piles of papers.
His shoulders slumped, knowing this could take more than a few minutes to sort through the piles. It was times like this he wished he was perhaps a bit more fastidious like Chevalier.
He turned to look at you, not knowing this would be his fatal mistake. There you were, standing by the tall window; the moonlight that poured through cast a warm glow on your face, highlighting the cupid’s bow of your lips. In this soft light, your beauty was ethereal.
And despite your angelic innocence in the moonlight, Leon wanted you even more than ever.
His amber eyes blazed with the passion that burned inside him, his desire for you growing the longer his gaze lingered on you. He called your name, the low, husky timbre of his voice grabbing your attention.
“Could you come over here?” he asked, motioning towards his desk. You obliged, your body gliding through the air towards him, perhaps unaware of what he had in mind.
As soon as you were close enough, he reached out, taking your small hand in his. Your hand felt warm; that was a good sign, a sign you were excited. Tugging on your hand, he pulled you close to him, practically hip to hip.
A rumble stirred in his throat, much like a lion’s low roar, and something primal took over. His eyes flashed gold as his arm reached out, swiping at the contents on his desk. Your eyes widened as Leon knocked off enough items to clear off a section of his desk.
“Leon!”
His lips locked with yours in a fiery kiss, quickly quieting you as his tongue probed open your mouth. “I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered between kisses, his hand lifting the layers of your skirt while searching for your soft flesh.
You gasped loudly as his fingers found you, his calloused skin rough against yours. His kisses grew urgent as he slipped a finger inside your entrance, pleased to find how aroused you already were.
“Turn around.” He spun your around until you faced the desk. Instinctively, you placed your hands on the mahogany wood, your heart racing knowing full well what Leon had in mind. Shifting your hips, you pressed your backside towards him, inviting him.
With both hands, he lifted your skirt to your waist. He hooked a finger in your delicate undergarments, easily sliding them down your legs. Leon took a moment to admire you, your bare body exposed to him.
He unbuckled his belt and freed his erection; his hands massaged the supple skin of your backside before spreading your legs. With one hand, he guided his hard cock to your entrance, sliding the tip along your slick entrance, coating himself with your arousal.
Gripping your hips with one hand, he began to push inside you, enjoying the sweet sounds you made as he stretched you. His fingers dug into your hips as he slowly thrust inside of you, purposefully slowing down his movements despite how eager he was to enter you quickly. He groaned as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against your skin.
He moved his hand up your back, along your spine, tanging his fingers in your hair and giving a gentle tug. Enjoying the sweet sound you made as he tugged your hair again as he slammed his cock deep inside you. His pace quickened, his thrusts getting rougher as he chased his climax.
You both laid there, content, for some time, until he pulled out and adjusted your skirt. Helping you up, he fixed your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear, the gesture tender when compared to your earlier activities.
Feeling your body tremble beneath his, he knew you were close. He pumped his cock harder inside you, staying long enough to be squeezed by your walls. When you whimpered his name, begging him, pleading with him, to give you what you needed, he knew you were close.
With one final thrust, he buried his cock inside you, spilling his seed inside your womb, giving you all that you asked for. He collapsed on top of you, his arms entwined around your torso, his hands reaching for yours.
“Leon…” you panted, your voice breathless as you clung to him, your arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders, “that was amazing. Where did that come from?”
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Leon chuckled as he lazily stroked your cheek with his fingertips. “I dunno. Maybe your meal brought out my inner beast.”
#and everything else after that of course....#vot'23 rbs#nsft#visions of temptation 2023#ikemen series#ikemen prince#ikepri#leon dompteur#ikepri leon#ikemen leon
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🥺🥺🥺i love how she's cooing and praising himmm.... so cute yet so sexy....
Pink- Yves Kloss x Reader (Ikemen Prince)
A/N: Part of Visions of Temptations 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore
Pairing: Yves Kloss x Reader
Prompt: Day - Pegging
Word Count: 891
Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNi; pegging; praise kink; anal plug; toy insertion; handjob; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used)
“What's this?” you asked, your fingers touching something cool and hard.
“Oh! I, um…” Yves cheeks flushed a rosy shade of pink, flustered by your discovery. “I wanted to prepare myself and surprise you. I think tonight…”
You couldn’t remember who suggested it first, but it was something you were both interested in; however, you agreed this was something you wanted to ease into and had started by experimenting with some toys.
Many weeks were spent exploring with various, different sized toys, slowly training Yves’ body to handle the size of your strapon. Week by week, you increased the size of the toys, with you both enjoying this long and pleasurable journey.
Overwhelmed with excitement, you quickly wriggled out from under Yves’ lithe body. Eager to see this surprise, you kneeled behind him as he propped himself on his hands and knees. Spreading his soft and supple cheeks, you were beyond delighted to find a pink jeweled plug nestled in his hole. What a beautiful sight to behold.
“How long have you been wearing this?” you asked, your finger tracing the soft lines of the pink gemstone, enjoying how Yves’ flinched under your gentle touch.
“Every day this week.”
You huffed out a small puff of laughter. “I meant, how long today?”
Yves groaned and buried his head in the pillow beneath him. “A few hours,” he squeaked out as you twisted the gem with your fingertips.
Curious to know its size, you slowly began to pull the plug out. Without fully removing it, you were shocked by its length and girth. Just thinking of how your lover had been sitting through dinner earlier, his hole stuffed with this plug, drove you wild.
“Wanna get your strapon?” Yves mumbled into his silk pillow.
He didn't have to ask twice.
*****
Yves' body was a sight too beautiful to behold. His ass high up in the air, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the bed, his face flush against the pink pillow beneath him. Warmth flooded your core as you approached your lover, bare naked save for the pink dildo strapped between your legs.
Vulnerable and exposed, plug still inside, you took a moment to appreciate all the hard work Yves put in to get here. The training. And stretching. And preparing. You only wished you could have done it all together.
You gently pulled on the pink jewel; twisting it at first, it took a few tugs to remove it, he was clenching it so tight. He whined as you fully withdrew it, marveling over the sheer size of the plug.
“You like this…” you muttered as you pushed the plug back in, noticing how his hips rocked back and forth to meet your movements.
“So what if I do,” he managed to reply between grunts. Increasing your pace, you began to thrust the plug, twisting it while inside to help prepare him for what was to come.
With a loud plop, you fully removed the plug, your chest filling with pride as you marveled at its size. You reached for the glass bottle on the nightstand you brought over earlier, and removed its lid. The liquid was cool as you poured a generous amount onto your fingers.
“You’re doing so good, my love,” you praised as you slipped two fingers into his hole, pumping your fingers a few times to make sure he was well coated.
After removing your fingers, you picked up the bottle again, this time coating your dildo with the cool liquid. Once it was slick enough to shine in the moonlight, you put the bottle away.
Taking a deep breath, you held the dildo in one hand as you guided the tip along Yves’ entrance, probing his pretty pink bud; Yves let out a loud gasp as you slowly pushed inside his walls.
With your hands on his hips, you rocked yours gently against his, keeping your movements slow as you began to thrust inside. Your fingers pressed into his pale skin, pulling him closer to you, pushing him onto your cock.
“Such a good boy,” you whispered when you bottomed out. Your gaze drifted, focusing on where your hips now touched as warm tingles spread throughout your body. You patted his bottom with your palm, so pleased he was able to take your full length.
Impressed, you slowly dragged your cock out, enjoying the beautiful whimper Yves let out as you roughly slammed your hips against his. You continued this pace, with one hand wrapped around his cock, feeling it stiffen as you impaled him with your cock.
Soft cries filled the air as you squeezed Yves’ shaft. “You look so good filled with my cock,” you cooed as you felt a drop of precum bead on the tip of his cock.
“Cum for me, baby,” you coaxed, your hand pumping his cock faster, your bodies slamming against each other with each hard thrust. Yves let out a delicious groan, a tear trickled down his cheek as his cock tensed in your hand, his body trembling under yours, his bedsheets painted a milky-shade of white.
You withdrew your length from Yves, and gently guided him to roll over onto his back. After removing your strapon, you returned to his side, cradling him in your arms, stroking his soft hair as he drifted off to sleep.
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The grand finale!!! Dear Kat thank you for spoiling us with another great kinktober collection!! Thank you for all the time you put into writing these stories and for sharing them with us 🙇🏻♀️🙇🏻♀️💗💗💗 I enjoyed them A LOT and im sure many others can say the same!!!
Kinktober Day 31
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Day 31 - Monsterfucking/Non-human Characters | Sexual Roleplay
"What do we have here?"
That was the first thing you heard to start off your day. And it was followed by a finger looking under the choker you were wearing.
You always wore them back home, and when you came through the door you thought you had lost it, but you managed to find it at the very bottom of your bag. Now that you had it back you wanted to wear it. But clearly that was a mistake.
It was Dazai that you came face to face with. He saw you walking by with it and curiosity got the better of him as always. He pulled you to him with just that finger.
He made you tilt your head up to look at it better. Then he does that cute smile of his when his eyes close and he looks like he's up to no good.
"Now I see why Theo-san calls you hondje," he definitely butchered that word.
You pout at him and pull his finger away from the collar. "I'm not a dog."
"No. But maybe a cute kitten. Maybe if I call you koneko he'll be scared of you so I can have you to myself," he does that smile again. He's definitely thinking of something.
"Koneko?" You aren't sure if that's any better than him never seeming to remember your name. "You do know that my name is-"
"Koneko it is!" He cuts you off before you can finish and pats your head. "If only you had cute little ears to scratch," he pets on your head where two cat ears would possibly sit. "Then I bet you would purr."
You started to get flustered. Where is he getting at here.
"I... I need to get started on my chores, Dazai-sama," you slowly step away from him and go do what you need to do.
Maybe wearing a choker was a mistake, because you also didn't hear the end of it from Theo. He only stopped because you threatened no pancakes for a week if he kept going on. At least you have the upper hand in some way.
For the rest of the day any time Dazai saw you, he immediately called you 'koneko'. You have no way to get the upper hand with Dazai. But being called a kitten is much better than anything Theo would be saying.
You wear the choker for the next few days, each day getting some sort of comment about it from Dazai. Doesn't he have anything better to do?
You make your rounds delivering rouge and blanc to the guys at different times. Normally Dazai goes to the kitchen and gets his whenever he pleases but you haven't seen him yet today, which you were starting to think was a relief, until you realize you have to find him to make sure he drinks blanc.
You check around the garden and in the library. You even try looking in the game room to see if hi and Arthur might be playing chess, but nothing. Finally you check his room. He's never there but you guess it's the most logical place to look.
And there he is. Sitting at his desk writing. Now this is a rare sight. You walk over, not wanting to disturb him and set the bottle on his desk.
Dazai put his pen down to look at you. "What a pleasant surprise, koneko," he smiles up at you.
Each time he calls you that you think you get more and more flustered. Why is he getting to you.
Dazai has caught on too. His smile turns to a smirk and his finger loops around the choker just like he did the first time.
He pulls you closer. Slow enough where you have a chance to swat his hand away and back up, but close enough that once he stops pulling you are leaning over him. He had to put your hands on him to stop yourself from falling onto him.
You can feel how flushed your face is, which means he can see how flushed your face is.
"Dazai-sama, I... I," you couldn't get your words out
His normal joking tone of voice got deep and soothing. "What is it koneko? You can speak."
You're so close that when he spoke your lips brushed together. He reaches behind the choker and turns it around so the ring in the back is now in the front. He hooks his finger in it, giving it more of a tug.
You moan. Wait. Was that out loud? You get even more red when you realize you moaned. Outloud. To Dazai
"That's what I wanted to hear," his other hand moved things to the side on his desk. As he stood up, he pushed you against his desk. "Can you do that again for me," his lips got closer to your neck, kissing the bare skin around the choker.
You moan again, each kiss gets another moan out of you. Your bodies are against each other but he still keeps his finger on the ring.
"They are like little purrs," he teases. Dazai presses his body against you more, putting his knee between your legs. You have your hands holding the edge of the desk, worried that you might fall backwards despite Dazai having a good grip on you.
"Dazai-sama," you gasp and without realizing start to grind against his leg.
He starts to unbutton your shirt, kissing along your shoulders as he drags the fabric off of your body. He happens to glance at the blanc sitting on his desk. "I think you'll taste much better."
You feel his fangs graze across your skin but he doesn't bite you. You begin to take Dazai's clothes off, until you both end up with a pile of fabric on the floor, including everything, even your underwear.
Dazai's lips trail to your chest and he seems thoughtful. He opens a drawer and moves things around looking for something. He closes that one and opens another, never letting the ring go.
He can't find what he is looking for and drags you over to a small dresser. At some points he tugged a little rough, getting you to moan.
"Finally," he pulls something out. It doesn't look like anything special, just looks like ribbon. It's not wide enough to blindfold you. What could he-
He loops the ribbon through the ring, finally letting it go with his finger. He gives the ribbon a few rough tugs to make sure it's going to stay.
"Now you're on a leash," he wraps the ribbon around his hand a few times to keep it short.
You feel your cheeks redden again.
"Good girl," he kisses you on the lips, causing you to absolutely melt into his touch. He leads you across the room again, taking you to his bed and taking the rest of his clothes off.
You couldn't help but stare at him. You wouldn't have guessed he has such a defined figure under his clothes.
"You're going to be obedient for me, right koneko?" He grabs your jaw and makes you look up at him.
You nod your head, "Y-Yes," you almost forgot how to talk for a moment.
"Good girl," he lengthens the ribbon just enough to be able to push you back on his bed, but immediately shortening it as he gets on top of you, getting between your legs.
His hands go up your body, wanting to feel every inch of you. Then he feels you down, pulling on the ribbon as he grabs your hips. "Now stay still," he holds you in place as he slides into you.
You try to tilt your head back but the ribbon is taut, your moan still comes out. "Such a pretty koneko," he slides himself all the way in, pushing your legs farther apart so that he can be flush against you.
"Ahh..hh," you bite your lip not expecting for his cock to be so long. He stays still for a moment, his cock twitching inside you, your walls clenching around him.
You try to move your hips to get some friction but he holds you down into the mattress. "I told you to stay still," he pulls on the makeshift leash more and you feel your choker squeeze you. You would think it would hurt but it makes you moan.
Content with seeing your body start to squirm, he starts to thrust into you. You let out a yelp as he thrusts in, each one being rougher than the previous.
He looks down at your reddened face and smirks. He leans down and kisses you hungry, absorbing your moans into his mouth.
"You feel better than I imagined, koneko."
This is the first time you've heard that deep voice and it's wonderful. You didn't think just a voice could get you turned on.
His lips trail down to your neck and to your chest, nipping at your skin. You push your chest up into his face and look down, watching his fangs drag across your skin.his thrusting never stops, it doesn't even slow down.
He gently bites your chest before finding a better spot just above your nipple to bite.
You were expecting it to hurt, for it to be painful, not for it to feel amazing. You moan louder as pleasure flows through your body. You never expect a vampire's bite to be so pleasurable.
Your walls clench around his cock, and you yell out as the bite helps you reach your climax, but Dazai isn't stopping. He licks up the blood that is coming from your wound. You drape your arms over this back, keeping him close.
"Ungh..you taste so good, koneko," he moans into your ear and gets rougher. He tugs on the ribbon more, he might as well be tugging on the choker itself for how short he's made the ribbon.
"I hope you wear this for me all the time," he finally loosens his grip and moves the choker to bite you on the neck.
You moan again, louder this time. Your nails scratch up his back, surely leaving long marks behind his shoulders. He thrusts roughly just before cumming. That extra taste of blood bringing him to the edge
As he rides out his high, his fangs go deeper into you and take even more blood. He takes his fangs out of you at the same time he stops moving.
You both pant. Looking up at him you see your blood on his lips and can't help but sit up and kiss him roughly.
Dazai pulls out of you, laying beside you in his bed, letting the ribbon go. He didn't want to accidentally tug on it when you now have a fresh wound in your neck.
After a few minutes of laying there, you realize it's only the middle of the day and you still have things you need to do, but you and your body can't agree on moving just yet
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Writers notes: *looks at this fic compared to the rest of kinktober* so I think we all know what MY favorite kink is
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oh the DRAMA i love the extra spice it adds
im enjoying the comte fics a little too much
Kinktober Day 17
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Day 17 - One night stand | FWB
You aren't staying here past a month. No way. You need to get back home and get back to your daily life. However. It wouldn't be the worst idea to have some fun along the way.
What was meant to be a one night thing turned into two nights. Then four nights. And what are you on now? Seven? Yikes. Just don't gain feelings that's all you tell yourself.
And you haven't. You like Comte as a person. As a friend. Nothing more than that. But it started one night when the two of you were drinking together. You were clearly having too much, while his tolerance is much higher, but he was still feeling buzzed. And next thing you know it's morning and you're naked in his bed.
Dumb decision? Maybe. But you went back for more.
That night you went into Comte's office and within moments you were sitting on his desk with him between your legs, kissing roughly.
Anything that was on his desk got pushed aside or fell to the floor. You pull in his tie and get it off of him so you can start getting his clothes off.
He hikes your skirt up, immediately moving your panties out of the way to finger you. You moan as his fingers thrust in and out of you
"You have been thinking about this all day, haven't you?" Comte smirks and has you lay back on his desk.
His vest drops to the floor and his shirt hangs open. You unbutton your own shirt. You want him to grab you. You want to be squeezed until you are bruised.
"Ungh .. just fuck me," you moan and wrap a leg around him to keep him close.
With your leg wrapped around him, he can't take your panties off, so he grabs them and rips the fabric to pull them off of you.
That felt intimidating and so hot at the same time.
He got his cock out of his pants and pulled your body closer to the edge. By doing so his cock slid into you and he pushed himself the rest of the way in.
You moan and grip into the sides of his desk as he begins to thrust into you.
He pushes your shirt open more and runs his hand asking your skin. Without slowing down he tries reaching behind you to get your bra off.
Once it's unhooked he pushes his hands under it to grope you, squeezing your breasts.
Your moaning gets louder and you hold onto the desk tighter.
A few more things fall off his desk, he's going to have a bit of a mess to clean up after.
"Ungh...fuck!" You arch your back and hold onto him tighter with your leg.
He grabs your leg and pulls it off from his waist up to his shoulder.
Sometimes you forget this man is a pureblood vampire. He could snap you in half if he wanted to, and something about him made him so much hotter.
With your leg now lifted, he's able to get deeper in you.
"You feel so good, ma Cherie," his voice is like a song. He talks so smoothly that hearing his voice gets you to moan. "I really hope no one else in this mansion is seeing you like this," he kisses your ankle and thrusts in harder.
You yell out and your toes curl.
"I wish I could mark you," he runs his tongue along where he kissed. You two may not be exclusive but he sure is possessive over you.
Your moans get louder and you bite your lip. You still don't want anyone else hearing you.
"At least we get to have fun before you go back home."
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AAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS, WE'RE GOING TO A BEACH IN SPAIN?? EATING FAST FOOD WITH THE MONSIEUR LE COMTE?? HE HAS A CONVERTABLE? CAR SEX?? HIM BEING COCKY AND HORNY???
im going to be thinking about this fic...... the perfect road trip....
Kinktober Day 7
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Day 7 - Public sex | Sex in a vehicle
Writers note: for my sanity this will be taking place in the 1970s
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You and Comte decided to go on a road trip together. He wanted to take you to a beach in Spain and wanted to drive there rather than taking the train.
At first you were a little worried about driving the whole way the drive is well over 12 hours and you aren't sure if you can sit that long. But Comte assured you that he's already planned on stops along the way and taking time to get down there.
During your second day of driving you stop and get something to eat.
"This place is popular in your time?"
"McDonald's is very popular."
You knew it recently came to France and you were determined to get Comte to try it. So after stopping he drove to a nearby park and the two of you ate in the back of the car.
You were so happy to have their fries again. "Mmm. So good. I've missed fast food," you laugh and eat one of the nuggets you got.
You two talk, laugh and eat. The day is getting late and you're laying against Comte in the back seat. You should be on your way to find a hotel to stay in for the night but you're both so comfortable right now.
Comte is leaving against the side of the car, one leg on the floor and one leg across the seats, slightly bent from being too tall to fit.
You're sitting in his lap, your back against his chest, being his hands.
"We should have brought the convertible instead."
"We? You're the one driving," you laugh.
He chuckles and kisses the top of your head and puts his arms around your waist.
You turn your head to kiss him on the lips, then you don't stop. You keep kissing him. His grip on you tightens, somehow pulling you closer, kissing you back each time.
You eventually turn your body around, making it easier to kiss him. You comb your fingers through his hair, pushing it back.
His hands settle on your waist and sits up straighter. As you straddle his lap he sits forward. He begins to pull up your shirt to be able to feel your skin. You begin to grind on him, feeling him get harder as you do.
You both moan into the kiss. Your hands begin opening up his pants, pulling his cock out and stroking him. He takes in a sharp breath, breaking the kiss. His grip on your tightens as you move your thumb in circles around his tip.
You just love how he freezes when you start touching him. He moans with each touch. You let go of him for a moment to take your shirt off and his hands go right to your breasts, squeezing them through your bra. As you start to moan you kiss him again. He quickly breaks it.
"Get off and bend over," he quickly tries to catch his breath.
As you moved in the right space you got your pants off. All you cared about was getting one leg free, you didn't care if they were stuck around one leg. You move yourself into the seat, one leg on the floor for stability.
Comte moved behind you at the same time, getting his shirt off and moving his pants out of the way just enough. Holding your hips in place, he slid himself into you and moaned.
It took him a few moments to get situated in such a small space. You move your body as needed once he starts thrusting. You prop an arm against the door and press your head against yourself so you don't accidentally hit your head.
Once Comte gets into a comfortable enough position he starts to get rougher. His thrusts are harder and his pace fastens.
You can't even imagine how the car looks from an outside point of view. The windows are already starting to fog as your breathing gets heavier.
"Ahh.. h-harder," you moan and bite your arm to stop yourself from screaming, which ends up happening anyway when he slams into you harder.
One of his hands reaches up and gropes you again, pushing your bra out of the way to fully cup your breast. You moan louder and feel your legs start to tremble. Comte has started to pinch your nipple, causing you to yelp out.
"I wouldn't be able to get you to scream like this in a hotel," he smirks and without you asking, buries himself deeper.
Your upper body has sunk down into the seats with your lower half starting to follow.
Comte stops moving. "Be a good girl and keep yourself up," he pulls your hips back up himself and moves slowly, pulling almost all the way out before going back in. "It feels better like this, doesn't it?"
You let out a moan of approval, not able to say much. "Good girl," when he's almost fully out, he slams back into you, thrusting you forward roughly.
"Ahh!" Your fingers dig into the leather seats. You feel your body sticking to it from the sweat. Your breathing picks up. That thrust was all you needed left to cum.
He kept going. He was getting close but not enough.
"C-Comte!"
"What's my name~"
He loves to hear you say it. No. He loves to hear you scream it.
"A-Abel! Ahh fuck Abel!"
He was hitting you in just the right spot that you felt like you were going to cum again. You shifted your hips trying to keep them up, but the new spot felt even better.
"Say my name again, ma cherie," even though he was doing all the hard work his voice still sounded so sweet.
"A-Abel! J-just a...a little more."
He gropes you again. His thrusts got shorter, keeping most of his cock inside you, but they got harder. Hard enough that you couldn't keep your hips up and he pounded into you until your body was near flat. At that point he buried himself in you to let out a load of cum.
You screamed again, holding onto the seat until your knuckles turned white.
He panted hard once he was finished. He stayed there for a few seconds before finally pulling out and fixing his pants before sitting back down on the seats.
"Are you okay, ma Cherie?"
You tried to catch your breath before thinking about moving. "I...I'm okay," you finally sit up and put your other leg through your underwear, at least wanting those on before sitting.
As you got situated, Comte rolled down the window enough to let some fresh air in. You sat on his lap again, sitting sideways and leaning against his chest.
"Let's stay here for a bit before driving again."
"I'm fine with that."
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there's something so real and intimate in your smut that always leaves me smitten....... Kat you're amazing have you heard that today 🥺
Kinktober Day 4
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Day 4 Jealousy/Possessiveness | Voyeurism
You spent the day with Dazai the other day. Yesterday you helped Theo with some paintings, and today you and Sebastian were running errands all day. You barely had any time to spend with Vincent.
When you did finally come by his room to see him he immediately clung into you.
"Oof. I missed you too Vincent," you hugged him, giving him a squeeze.
"You're just down the hall and I feel like I haven't seen you in days," he pouts.
"I'm sorry. I got wrapped up in a few things."
You two hold hands and interlock your fingers. "Why don't you sleep with me tonight," you would stay with Vincent in his room...only he sleeps on a couch. He talked about finally getting one since you've been together, but normally he just comes into your room and you both sleep there.
"I'd love to!" He smiles and kisses the back of your hand.
"I have a few more things I need to finish up and I'll meet you in my room," you kiss his hand back and smile.
You let each other's hands go and you go to finish up cleaning the rest of the dishes.
Meanwhile Vincent gets ready for bed and heads to your room. You get to your room and open the door to go in.
"..Sorry, Goodnight, Dazai."
You walk in smiling and see Vincent sitting on your bed.
"I hope I didn't make you wait long," you walk to him to give him a kiss. Vincent wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close as he can.
"I love you," he looks up at you with his bright blue eyes.
"I love you too," you put your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. He still doesn't let you go. You laugh softly. "Let me get changed and I'll get in bed with you."
You take his hands and unwrap them from your body and go to your dresser to pull out comfy clothes to change into. You leave your clothes in a pile on the floor.
As you get changed you see yourself in the mirror and notice you still have a bite mark from the other day from Vincent. When the two of you have a few days away from each other he tends to be rougher than usual.
"What did Dazai want?" Vincent walks over to you, putting his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
You straighten out your shirt. "Him and Arthur were going out to drink and were trying to pull me along. But I wanted to stay in and spend some time with you," you look in the mirror at him.
He holds your hands, getting jealous that they touched you. Every time he sees someone touch you he gets the urge to touch you in the same spot so that it's his touch that lingers.
Vincent begins to pull you back to the bed, he sits down and pulls you onto his lap.
You sit in him and giggle softly "You're being very touchy tonight," you kiss him.
He kisses you back with a smile. He likes knowing there's certain parts of your body only he has touched.
"I'd like to touch you more," his hands rest on your bare thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze.
"Oh? Like where?"
"Here," he moves a hand up your shirt to cup one of your breasts. "And here," his other hand moves inwards before resting on your crotch. "And here. I'd like to touch you everywhere."
You let out a small moan with each touch. His hand squeezes your breast and you moan again. You were sensitive there from a healing bite. That tends to be Vincent's favorite place to bite you.
You knew your underwear were wet and now with Vincent's hand pressed against you they were going to get wetter.
"Vincent...," you whined his name.
"Yes?" His eyes were still so soft and innocent even though his fingers began pushing the small piece of fabric out of the way.
His fingers slid right into you.
"This is my favorite spot to touch you. It's only mine to touch," his fingers get deeper and so does your moan.
"Ungh... I-its all yours," you slowly start to rock your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers. You reach between the two of you and get his pants unbuttoned, and push your hands between the fabric to hold his hardening cock.
"And this is mine," you start rubbing him, getting him harder until he's fully erect so you can sit on him. Only instead Vincent flips the two of you so that you're laying on your back.
You look up to see him lifting his shirt over his head. He kicks off his pants and gets between your legs. You speed them wider, inviting him in.
In moments his cock slides into you. Your moans get louder from the difference between this and his fingers.
Once he's inside you he takes a moment to let you get comfortable, but also to look down and admire you. His hands lift up your shirt over your breasts, wanting to look at your curves.
He looks at the bite marks and gets the urge to bite you where it would be seen. Where it's visible in hopes they would stay away from you. But he knows that isn't how it works around here, and he knows everyone is just friends. But when he sees someone grab your hand to pull you in any direction...
His hands slide down your torso, the back up. He holds your hands, interlocking your fingers as he holds them against the bed. His movements start out slow and loving like. They always do. But then he lets how he really feels take control and gets rougher.
Your hands squeeze his once this happens, so much that you're sure both your hands turn white.
"Ahh, oh fuck you feel good!"
You lean up as best as you can and kiss him roughly, hoping to muffle your moans. It's late and you know others are going to hear you if you get too loud.
He tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Half the time your lips aren't actually making contact. The two of you are just so desperate to touch each other in some way.
He let go of one hand in order to group your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers. You arch your back into him and gasp.
"Ohh fuuck. V-Vincent!" You buck your hips up, causing him to hit a new spot every time he thrusts in. It almost causes you to scream but you bite your lip to stop it.
Noticing how close you are getting, Vincent slams his hips into you harder, wanting to get your legs to tremble.
You already started to pant. Your toes are curled and you feel your mind going blank. "M-more," you start to beg. "Ahh..my body is yours..!"
Vincent moves both of his hands down, firmly grasping your hips and lifting you off the bed, and into the perfect angle for him to get deeper.
For a moment you let out a scream before quickly covering your mouth. The last thing you need is someone running in here as you're cumming all over his cock.
Vincent holds you there for a while longer. His thrusts get a little more jerky as he gets closer, but then smooth out and slow down to ride out his high.
He moans as the last of his cum leaks into you. Then he carefully loses his hip on you and lets you lay flat in the bed, pulling out and fixing your clothes.
You move closer to one side of the bed as he puts his pants back in and joins you laying down. In a few moments both of you relax, your breathing syncing together.
Vincent lays on his side to spoon you, his arm gently around your waist, and his face in the crook of your neck.
"Why don't we spend the day together tomorrow once I'm done with my chores?"
"That sounds wonderful. You better finish early."
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BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARKKKK THE BEST PROMPT FOR MEESTER THEOOOO BARK BARK BARKK
Kinktober Day 23
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Day 23 - Coming Untouched | Overstimulation
"Theo...," you moan his name loudly.
"Didn't I tell you to stay quiet, hondje."
You whine more, mainly to be a brat, but also because you can't help it
"Good pups get rewarded. You're not being good at all."
He rubs his hands down from your hips to your thighs.
You're laying on his bed, naked. It started with you getting handsy, which is how you got your hands tied to the bed. Then you started to beg, and whine, and squirm. Theo came home in his suit and just looked soooo hot. You were basically drooling.
Theo pushes your legs apart and grazes a finger along your folds. Just a light touch. He barely wants you to get pleasure from it.
You squirm and pull at your restraints. "Theo!"
He takes his hand away. Oh if only you could grab him and push him down on the bed and just ride him. You would do that until dinner was ready tonight.
Theo takes his jacket off and crawls on top of you. Getting between your legs, holding your arms down as if they weren't in restraint enough. He gets close to your face so he can talk softly.
"I bet you're so pathetic that I could get you to cum before ever entering you."
You weren't actually paying attention to his words, just that deep, low, sexy voice he would use to force you to listen. If he decided to use it anywhere but the bedroom you would be screwed.
"Theo, I-"
He covers your mouth with his hand before you can finish, as if he doesn't care what you have to say.
"You are such a bad listener," he pushes his knee into your crotch and you immediately start to grind on him. "You better not dirty these pants, hondje. Or you will be in even more trouble."
You moan through his hand and keep grinding, you can't help it. You'll deal with the punishment later.
Theo takes his tie off and uses that to gag you instead of his hand. Tying it behind your head.
"Much better," he moves his face to the crook of your neck, licking your skin. "Why don't I tell you a little secret of mine, hondje," he presses his knee harder into you. It's like he wants you to get yourself in trouble.
"As much as I want to keep you locked up and to myself. I also want to fuck you where anyone can see so they can see you're mine."
The scene plays out in your head and you can't help but moan.
"So you want others to see me fuck you," he smirks as his tongue glides across your skin.
You try to say something but the tie restricts you to just moans and groans.
"Or are you someone who wants to be passed around?"
Your eyes immediately light up, either from shock or excitement you don't know.
"I would never share you," you start to feel his fangs against your skin. "I want to leave you with so many bruises and bite marks that everyone will know who you belong to."
Your moan gets louder and you pull at your restraints again. You can already tell you've left a wet spot on his pants, but if you're already in my trouble you might as well keep going.
"You're so needy and pathetic," he chuckles. "I love you.'
He moves your head to the side and sinks his fangs into your neck. Your body jerks, arching your back, your legs trying to squeeze themselves closed. The pleasure is too much and he was right, he got you to cum by barely touching you. Your moan was loud, and you squirmed more. Not to get away from his bite, but out of sexual frustration.
Theo took more blood than he probably should have. He sits up and licks this lips, looking down at you heaving.
"You better not that left a cum stain on my pants."
You whine when he gets up, but at least you get to see him take his pants off. He's looking at the wet outline in them before tossing them with his jacket. Giving you a little strip show, he takes the rest of his clothes off.
He gets back on the bed like he was before and takes the tie off of you. "What are you to me when you don't listen to me?"
"M-meester's play thing," you hate to admit that you adore when he degrades you like that. But that might be why you become a brat.
"Yes you are, and I get to play with you all I want."
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OH NOW THIS IS NEW. I THINK I LIKE JEAN WITH THIS KINK
Kinktober Day 18
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Day 18 - Breeding | Size Difference Kink
He pushes you against the wall, kissing you hungrily. You start working on getting his coat off while he's trying to get your shirt unbuttoned. It didn't take much to get Jean drunk, and it took you just a little bit more, and now neither of you could keep your hands off each other.
You both did your best not to break the kiss while trying to rip the others clothing off their body. Your skirt is on the floor and you're still working on getting his pants off. Why does he have to wear so many layers?
Jeans hands run up and down your body, feeling every curve, every low point and every high point, then reaching up to grab your boobs, squeezing them. You moan into his mouth and press your body against his, specifically against his erection.
Moving from your boobs he grabs your ass to lift you up, laying you down on the bed. You immediately spread your legs, inviting him in, and he takes it. His tip pressed against you and he leans into you to say something
"I'm going to fill you up until you're leaking," and then he pushed his cock all the way into you. You moaned loudly and held onto him.
Jean was a little sloppy at first, mainly due to the alcohol. But once he found the right pace he stuck with it, moaning as he did.
"Ungh..Jean...harder," you bucked your hips up and as soon as he thrust in harder you dug your fingers into the sheets.
His thrusts started to slow but he stayed just as rough. He put his hand against your belly button and pressed down slightly. "I can feel myself all the way up here."
You gasped as he added the pressure. "And right here is where I'll leave a little gift," the thrusts picked up again once he had a hold on your hips. He wasn't going to let you go anywhere.
Your moans get louder with each thrust, and your inner walls clench around his shaft right before you cum. The added slickness helped him with his thrusts and within moments he filled you with his cum.
You felt your toes curl as you felt yourself getting filled with the hot liquid. Jean stopped thrusting once it was all out and you both looked at each other, panting.
"Th-that felt so good," you breathed out.
Jean pushed himself all the way in you, having you be his little cock warmer for a moment. You could feel him twitching inside of you. He was still so hard.
"And it's going to feel even better," he grabbed one of the pillows on his bed and put it under your hips to raise them. "I told you I want you to be leaking. I want to make sure I put a baby in you."
Once he caught his breath he started to thrust into you again. It didn't take much longer for you to be a moaning mess, overstimulated, gripping onto the bed under you for dear life and Jean pounded into you. You don't know what got into him but you like it, even if all you can do is lay there and moan.
After cumming again and again you feel yourself close to passing out. Jean has filled you up three times and he still doesn't think it's enough, even though he's starting to get tired. He pulls out of you and sees a string of cum connect his tip with your hole. Maybe his last load was more than he thought.
He runs a finger along the cum that's dripping out of you. "I think I have you pretty filled."
You whine and squirm. You couldn't take any more but it feels wrong to be empty now. Though you guess you aren't empty, you're filled with his cum.
Jean relived the pillow from under you and tossed it to the floor, laying beside you, the two of you being moments away from passing out
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Kinktober Day 14
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Day 14 - First Times | Guided Touch
This is new for both of you. You've talked about getting intimate before to see how comfortable the other was with it, but now you're actually doing it.
It started out with a kiss, which got rougher and rougher until you started touching each other's bodies, that's when clothes started to come off. You wanted to feel him and he wanted to feel you.
Now you are laying on your back, your legs open and feeling vulnerable. He is kneeled between your legs, looking down at you
You reach up and carefully remove his eye patch, tossing it to the side with the rest of your clothes.
"I'm ready when you are."
At least you hope you are. You're both nervous, and not quite sure what to expect. Jean nods, guiding his hard on into your hole.
Just his tip enters you and you gasp.
"Are you okay?" He didn't go any deeper, wanting to make sure you were fine.
"I'm fine. Keep going," if this is how his tip felt what was all of it going to feel like?
Jean took his time getting deeper, making sure you were okay. You moaned as his inches went in.
He wasn't too sure what to do next. Does he just start thrusting into you? You wrap your arms over his shoulders.
"Y-you're so big," you moan.
Jean then carefully pulls out slightly and thrusts back in and he moans with you. He shifts his body weight to something more comfortable and does that again. His movements being jerky until he finds a good pace.
He stays slow, worried about hurting you. You close the gap between you, kissing him, running your hands through his hair.
As he gets more comfortable he gets a little rougher, realizing how good this feels. Jean moans into your mouth, roughing up the kiss.
You could feel your lower half tensing, and feeling more stimulated. You moan his name and feel a rush of ecstasy run through your body. You think that feeling was you climaxing. But you aren't too sure. But whatever it was it felt amazing.
In a few more thrusts Jean stops moving and he moans as he also reaches his climax.
The two of you pant and look at each other. It didn't last for very long but it was the first time for both of you after all
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