My Promise to You [A gift for @toloveawarlord for the Ikemen Vampire Gift Exchange]
Characters ⤞ Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader
Rating ⤞ General
Tags ⤞ Cotton-candy sweet fluff, First-time Parents, Married Life
TW ⤞ Babies
A/N: It’s been such a pleasure participating in this gift exchange! Thank you to @ikemenlibrary and everyone involved for all of the hard work you put into organizing this. Additional thank you to @toloveawarlord, as I’m a huge fan of her work, getting the opportunity to write this has been so great.
Disclaimer ⤞ I don’t own the rights to Ikemen Vampire or any Ikemen/Cybird games.
The sun’s early morning rays beamed through the window, casting the room in a soft luminescent glow. The warmth from the sun’s beams began to caress your face, slowly bringing you forth from your sleep. With a groan, your heavy lids began to open, faintly recognizing the familiar surroundings of your room. As you regained your senses, a soft movement against your belly caused you to lower your gaze, only to realize where it was coming from. Your husband, Arthur, had draped his arm over your body in the middle of the night, hugging you to his side as close as physically possible. The steady breaths coming from him indicated that he was still deep in his slumber.
It had already been two years since you two had recited your vows in front of everyone you held dearest to your heart. Yet, every passing day you spent waking up with your handsome, loving husband by your side still felt like newlywed bliss.
Speaking of your husband, as though spurred by a sixth sense of having someone’s eyes on him, Arthur Doyle slowly roused himself from slumber, eyes like the deepest sapphire gems gazing at you with a look of pure love and adoration. “My love, just how long were you expecting me to stay still while you examine me with those beautiful eyes of yours?” He teased, deft fingers reaching towards your face to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. The affectionate gesture had your heart soaring in your chest. You were seconds away from pressing a kiss to your lover’s lips when the sharp wail of a baby’s cries interrupted your intimate moment with your lover.
“And there she goes,” you murmured, sighing exasperatedly, yet, the twinkle of amusement in your eye betrayed your true feelings. This was you and Arthur’s morning routine now, with a four-month-old newborn baby daughter with hair matching the exact shade of yours and eyes as blue as her father’s. And after all of it, the sleepless nights where you were cradled in Arthur’s arms, exhausted out of your mind, you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
“Don’t worry, just stay in bed. I’ve got her,” Arthur murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your brow. “You already do enough, waking up in the middle of the night to feed her. You need to rest more, Mrs. Doyle.”
A soft smile ghosted your lips as you heard the pattering of Arthur’s feet running to the nursery, followed by the sounds of soft cooing and gentle whispers. If he thought you were okay with missing out on a picture-perfect moment of him being the best father, then he was sorely mistaken. You quickly pulled on a cardigan and followed your husband. The sight greeting your eyes from the doorway caused butterflies to erupt in your chest. Even the sun seemed to work in Arthur’s favour, casting the most beautiful glistening light against the two of them. You watched as he pressed kiss after kiss against your daughter’s cheeks until she was giggling in delight, mouth forming the most adorable little smile.
“Who’s papa’s little girl, hm? Who’s papa’s little girl? That’s right, you are!” Arthur cooed, tickling her little cheeks with his fingers. “My absolutely beautiful, brilliant daughter that looks like a spitting image of my absolutely beautiful, brilliant wife. How did I ever get so lucky? A right ole’ rascal like me, having the two most perfect girls around me,” The amazement in Arthur’s eyes as he gazed at his daughter was akin to someone looking at the most precious treasure in the world – his world.
“Well, first off, if you’re a rascal, you’re myrascal. Second of all, I think Uncle Theo and his meddling in our relationship had something to do with that,” you teased, wrapping your arm around Arthur’s lean waist. “If you think about it, we would have never met without Comte’s help either, so I guess you could say it was a dual Comte and Theo effort. If I’d left it up to you, you might still be pushing me away and pretending to chase ‘pretty skirts’ around to try to fool me into thinking you were terrible!” Crinkles formed in your eyes as you giggled at the incredulous look on your husband’s face. Though your words were merely jests at your husband, the look that he’d get on his face was just too adorable. The way his bottom lip jutted out slightly into a pout, stunning blue eyes somehow becoming even more irresistible.
“Hey! Th—well, you may have a point there, darling,” Arthur mused. “Perhaps I should call that old chap up, see what that darned Theo has been up to. It’s been a while since he’s seen our little girl, too. As her bloody godfather, he can’t just send her toys in the mail every month – he has to come to see her sometime.”
“Right,” you murmured, leaning in to ghost your lips over your husband’s neck.
His eyes widened for a second in shock, and then his gaze turned heated. It was always such a wonder to you how Arthur could go from being the perfect gentleman to immediately ready for something else in the span of two seconds. The way his eyes roamed up and down your body, despite the messiness of your morning bedhead, the cardigan you’d haphazardly slung over your shoulders, despite everything.Even when you felt your worst, he still looked at you as though you were the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Mrs. Doyle, are you finally ready to try for baby number 2?” Arthur asked, gently setting down your daughter into her crib and directing all the intensity in his gaze at you.
“Settle down, Mr. Doyle!” You cried out, heat immediately fanning over your cheeks at his words. “I mean… I do want her to have a sibling… maybe a younger brother that she could boss around….” A smile tugged at your lips as you imagined your daughter leading a younger sibling around the house, protecting them and guiding them as you knew she would. You knew that Arthur came from a large family and that deep down, he always wanted a family of mini versions of the two of you running around.
At your words, Arthur’s eyes lit up, and he wrapped you up in his arms. A radiant smile had formed on his face, and you were sure he was beginning to imagine what your little family could look like in the future. “You remember my promise to you, right?” He asked, cradling your face with his hand gently, so gently it seemed as though he were afraid to hurt you. “No matter what happens, I won’t let any harm come to you. I’ll protect you forever. Well, I’d like to make an amendment to that promise.”
A few beats passed between the two of you, your eyes trained on his as you waited patiently for what he had to say next. His gaze was soft as his thumb gently caressed your cheek.
“No matter what happens, I won’t let any harm come to you or our children, however many of them we have in the future. If it’s just our angel baby, I’ll be happy. If it’s our angel baby and more little mini versions of you running around in our home, I’ll still be happy. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world by just being by my side and whatever our future holds for us. I love you more than words can express, my dear.” There was a mistiness behind Arthur’s eyes as his voice choked up with the overwhelming emotion he held for you.
“I love you too, Arthur,” you responded, vision blurring with your own tears. And with that, no matter what lay ahead for the two of you in the future, as long as Arthur was by your side, you were sure you could take it.
Cum- He has a background in medicine before he chose to become a writer and that part of him that is inquisitive will sometimes emerge when least expected. Nothing fascinates him like seeing his lover covered in his cum and for a vampire, Arthur cums a copious amount the first time in a given night.
Dirty Secret- Arthur is a curious man and while far from submissive he does get off thinking about his lover in the loving embrace of his best friend.
Oral- He is very skilled with his mouth. Oftentimes bringing them to orgasm a couple times before the main attraction. He loves to give as much as receive. Many times he’s just happy to enjoy an oral session without the need for true intercourse.
Pace- A man with books to write and parties to attend rarely has time for much more than a quickie, but once he has an exclusive lover he likes to be romantic and take his time. Arthur is tender and gentle tending to his lover’s needs before his own. That doesn’t mean a quickie at lunch can’t happen.
Good day @kitsune25 hows it going? I only take 3 suitors per request so I haven’t written Shakespeare for this one! You can always check my rules page if you’re ever confused about what requests I’ll take on ^^ This is kinda short since I wasn’t exactly sure what you were asking for but, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless~
- JJ x
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Arthur Conan Doyle:
Arthur is just grateful for the attention in all honesty; His work is exhausting and mentally draining, often leaving him in desperate need to some tender loving care after a long day at his desk. He might make a suggestive comment or two about his beloved being sat in his lap and how comfortable they may be there sans a few items of clothing but there is nothing but tenderness in his grasp on their waist and the soft look in his eyes as he watches them carefully. Arthur will grin when he sees the little braids in his hair in the mirror and kiss his MC on the cheek, expressing his pride and admiration for their hard work.
Le Comte de Saint German:
Le Comte will take any excuse to take time off from all of his paperwork and when his darling strolls into his office, looking listless and needy, he’ll be putting his pen down without hesitation. He’ll open his arms out towards his MC and let them settle in his comfortable lap, chuckling warmly when their hands tangle in his honey gold hair. He might tease a little, remarking that his MC stirs something within him, something that yearns to make a family together where their children would play with his hair like they did now. And for once, he’s at peace as the time ticks by, looking forward to what the future brings for them both.
Leonardo Da Vinci:
Leonardo himself was much like a big, sleepy cat - warm, lazy and a great lover of affection. So when MC slipped themselves onto his lap casually and began to run their fingers through his silky, rich brown hair, he let his eyes flutter shut and his chest vibrated with a satisfied purr. He leant back on his hands, his palms pawing comfortably at the soft bedding beneath him and letting his head lull back in relaxation. Leonardo may grumble a little at his MC’s work on his hair - the little plaits and the messy twirls - but he doesn’t really mind: His hair is usually messy anyway.
Tags: Threesomes, Oral Sex, Cum Eating, Raw, Pillow Humping, Very Light BDSM undertones
Full fic under cut!
Preview:
“Arthur, don’t touch yourself,” Another harsh thrust, the sounds of skin smacking against skin beginning to start up again, “that’s- hah, that’s not part of the punishment.”
There’s a frustrated groan, but you’re too focused on the way Isaac hooks your legs over his shoulders and leans over you again, his nose nuzzling your neck before his fangs press against your heated skin. Your mind blanks as they delve deep, feeling Isaac’s muffled groans, feeling a new wave of pleasure wash over you so suddenly and fiercely.
As soon as the words left his lips, Isaac effortlessly pinned her onto the surface, ignoring Arthur’s jump and granting him full view of how far her lovely blush descended. At a loss for words, he stood there frozen while Isaac nipped her ear, explaining with the echo of a low keen.
“She’s, a-ah, always wanted me to claim her in f-front of someone else-” Isaac’s words began to be punctuated with thrusts that caused her breasts to gently shake, and Arthur had to resist the urge to run his palm over his zipper. How hard did Isaac plan to go at it? “And frankly, I can’t wait any l-longer.” ——
Scummy!!!! ❤❤ I was so happy to see I was matched with you! You’re one of the people that make me smile just by appearing on my dash - not to mention how much I adore your work. I was very determined to make this fic featuring your boys special, and rereading some of your own (absolutely fantastic) works with them helped me out a lot! Their dynamics together challenged me in the best way possible in the whole past week I really, really hope this will be to your liking. Many thanks to Bryn for making it possible in the first place with this lovely event!
Your laughter gets lost in the loud music as you tug Isaac to the dancefloor. The bright, beating presence of everything surrounding you is conquering the best of your senses, it has been for a while now, but you still concentrate fully on your boyfriend - desperate to see him loose up and enjoy himself as well.
You know that this would be a job for your other boyfriend, Arthur, as he was originally the one to give the idea. He is in charge of today’s date, after all.
Admittedly, it took you a moment to take in what he meant, and his chuckle at how quickly you blushed only further flustered you as the heated puffs against the shell of your ear sent a jolt of arousal through you.
“My, someone is thinking dirty thoughts.”
“That’s not- you started it!”
“I don’t mind finishing it,” his tone dipped lower, his hand tracing your side until the pads of his fingers rubbed against the fabric of your skirt, “if you’ll let me.”
It took four words to break off a friendship which only you had considered as such.
“Friends? Us? As if.”
Scoffed in three broken sentences, said with such a blush rising on his face as if the very thought embarrassed him. This was how Theodorus van Gogh had broken off your friendship in your early days. By denying its very existence to everyone in your class when you had tried to invite him to your birthday party.
What followed after was, in hindsight, expected, for children are cruel, and even more so in the face of a public rejection. Something that already took place under the surface, but which worsened after. Only endured because of Arthur’s friendship, another child who found himself in your boat.
“Together we stand stronger, not?” a young Arthur had offered you, extending his hand to you in comfort. Ever since the two of you were a team, fighting the bullies and surviving childhood into puberty and even beyond.
“Ah, I’m parched,” Arthur would say years later, long after becoming an adult. The small boy he had been before, weak and rather bookish and awkward, had disappeared even longer ago. Now he was a handsome man with mischief in his eyes and a thirst for skirts. When Arthur said he was parched he meant that he wished for adventure, and with that he meant another liaison.
Puberty had done him well, and BBC’s Sherlock had launched the private detective into an unimaginable popularity that your childhood self would never dare to dream of.
He had kept a promise, however. Still standing firmly at your side even after all these years. Primary school had long passed, high school was also behind you and you both had even graduated from college, pursuing your own careers as young professionals.
“What about the one from the coffeeshop? She was cute,” you had sounded, to which Arthur waved his hand, his head already shaking as if that conquest was a story long behind him, over and done with. This time it was your turn to scoff, your eyes rolling at the everchanging interest of your best friend.
“This time I want something… rougher,” Arthur muses, and you didn’t even dare to question after the implications before noticing yet another familiar figure walking in, eyes a storm and lips formed into a snarl.
A sigh escaped from you at the very sight of Theodorus, the one and only other constant in your life along with Arthur.
“Here!” Arthur calls and you sigh even deeper, forever regretting allowing your friend to reconnect with Theo in college, thus inadvertently reconnecting you with him.
You regretted your grudge even more, for Theo hadn’t truly done anything to you as a child besides from rejecting your invitation. It had been your classmates who spiralled it, and you who had decided to cut your ties.
Besides, no one seemed to remember but you.
“Yo,” Theo would say, now an art dealer and even more handsome than you had remembered him as a child. It made you even more self-conscious around him than you had before, now for whole different reasons.
Feelings that you cursed, for what use were they when there was still an unresolved grudge?
But you feel his eyes glide over you and you feel how there is a tension in his face as he sits down across from you, ordering his coffee with too much sugar as he looks like there is a frog in his mouth fighting to come out.
“Hey,” you finally greet, forcing a smile out before you reach for your bag, ready to flee once more as you eye Arthur inconspicuously, about to formulate your excuse for leaving before the private detective snaps his fingers.
“I totally forgot about my date!” he exclaims and hurries out of his seat without a goodbye or an acknowledgement into either your or Theo’s direction.
The awkwardness that rises after Arthur leaves thickens, turning heavier as you fumble with your hands under the table before flashing Theo yet another forced smile.
“Typical,” you both say, one in a scoff, the other in a slight laugh before it grows quiet again, eyes meeting in that surprised pensive way.
Silence returns before you finally gather the courage to get up from your seat, your lips already parting to formulate the excuse you wanted to use earlier;
“Sorry,” you both speak in choir once more. One in remorse, yours a bit flippantly, but once more you meet those dark blue stormy eyes that seemed to have softened in Theo’s otherwise sharp features.
Before silence can overtake your conversation once more, and before you can decide to proceed your leave, Theo exhales deeply, crossing his arms as he meets you firmly, addressing you directly for the first time.
“Back then, with your birthday invitation. Sorry,” he tells you, and the tightness in your chest confuses you. It makes you wonder if you are relieved, or disappointed, or what else. It had been so long, a grudge you held until you didn’t know better than that it was there.
You realise, however, that it wasn’t only you who hadn’t moved on yet. That Theo carried the story with him just as you had carried it with you.
You wonder if you should dismiss it, pretend that it hadn’t troubled you each time you saw him, or address it. So that the both of you could move on. You wonder why Theo decided to speak out now, decades after the fact.
“I just wanted to say,” Theo starts, cutting your train of thoughts off as he searches for his next words, “I just wanted…” he trails off, repeating his words.
“That I was too conscious of you just like I’m now and I’m sorry for being a jerk!” Arthur pops between, another fling in arms as he flashes an exasperated Theo a bright smile before giving you a wink.
“You were taking too long, old chap,” Arthur chirps before introducing his newest catch and leaving once more, this time mouthing something into the direction of the dirty blond who shakes a fist into his direction.
Silence falls between you once more, thick and awkward as Theo realises he doesn’t know how to continue now that his spotlight was so thoroughly stolen from him.
You, however, with a reignited courage sit down easily, finding the need to change course that has been ongoing between the two of you.
“Coffee?” you suggest, and this time you know Theo isn’t about to repeat the same mistake.
To be stuck in an escape room with a renowned mystery writer sounded like a piece of cake to get out. So you believed, until the sir himself had simply exclaimed that he rather fancied being stuck, and thus required no effort to escape.
“Don’t stare too long, it would be trouble if you fell in love,“ his little tease came, a wink sent into your direction as he scanned around the room, a tut tut escaping him in a neutral appraisal of the setup.
The square room in which you found yourself contained all of the clues you needed to open the door. Clues leading into more and more riddles with yet another answer. It seemed like a never-ending cycle when your partner only did the bare minimum to show off.
You in the meanwhile had been glaring at the man, knowing that he had long solved the little game in which you were stuck, yet made no effort to get you out. It had earned you that lovely remark only Arthur could think of.
"Look over there,” he told you instead, pointing at a wall where papers and pins were decorating the otherwise pale white backdrop. “Though, if you prefer my face I can bring it closer?” Arthur teases, eager to take another step into your direction. One glare kept him at a distance, however.
“Shameless,” came your response finally as you turned around, eyeing the setup that the man had pointed at as you tried to make sense out of it.
“Is it supposed to be the key to the door?” you question, to which Arthur laughs, charmed by the question as he taps on yet another display in a corner. You were tired, however, and ready to just bide your time and admit defeat.
“A key to a key; a clue!” he calls, pointing at the locked door, “for we will have to forge our own to get out!”
For a moment you believed Arthur to actually sound excited, though nothing in his face seemed to give away that he was actually intent on helping. In fact, he seemed very much content to remain for a little while longer as you squinted at the so-called clues.
“Maybe I could be moved to help with some magic?” the man finally concedes, yet another mischievous smile on his face.
It was an unfortunate thing for Arthur that the senses of a vampire were so much more heightened. When the door flew open with a loud bang, the sole of a leather shoe the first thing coming in sight as light flooded the room.
“You dirty old lech!” a voice called, annoyance clear in his voice and a dirty blonde man stepped inside, eyes like a storm and a snarl on his face that meant business for the author.
The look of storm in the eyes of Theo convinced you that playtime was over the moment Arthur had intentionally sealed the two of you within the box by no coincidence.
finally in first place with rendered piece + simple background, @venulus requested lovesick/heart-eyes arthur! it’s the closest he’s gone in losing, mc, you should take pride in that.
also please pretend the chess pieces are there. i don’t know enough on how to position them for the specific scenario i have in my mind
