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.
Warning ↬ Spoilers for parts of Arthur’s ending – read at your own risk!
Description ↬ After a rare moment where you decide to listen to a suggestion from the mansion’s resident playboy, you have one of the most memorable nights of your life with your boyfriend, Isaac Newton.
A/N ↬ To the many lovely people who sent in a request, I apologize for the delay! I’ve been on a hiatus as my life has been fairly hectic lately, but I’m still here, and I haven’t forgotten about you all. Finally had a couple free moments and decided to sit down to write this little “wholesome” blurb for our resident scientist and genius, Ikevamp’s Isaac Newton.
Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Vampire or any of the Ikemen series games.
“My dear, if you’d really like to surprise ole’ Newt, I suggest you spice things up with something no man can resist.”
And those were the words that repeatedly replayed in your mind throughout the day, seeping into every part of your thoughts. Despite your best efforts to ignore the resident playboy, Arthur Doyle’s words, you found yourself making your way to the town’s only provocative clothing shop. The little boutique nestled in the corner of a side street was something you’d stumbled upon during one of you and Isaac’s weekly outings. The scantily-clad mannequin in the window had both of you immediately flushed a brilliant red and looking away. However, you noticed that despite Isaac’s best efforts at peeling his gaze away, he glanced – not once, not twice, but three times at the lacy, dusty pink brassiere and panties on display.
That’s why when Arthur had given you some extremely unwarranted advice on how to spice up your sex life with Isaac, you’d initially written it off as part of the author’s typical quirks. But then Isaac started getting busier and busier, splitting his time between mentoring the young orphans that frequented the town square and as a professor at the Academy. Then, he was pulled into some newfangled project centered around the discovery of something that you’d attempted to wrap your mind around but failed. All in all, it had been nearly two weeks since the two of you shared in the passion of each other’s embrace.
You pulled yourself out of your reverie with a sigh and looked at your figure in the mirror. The dusty rose lace perfectly highlighted the curve of your breasts and the slight v-cut lace band seemed to accentuate the slope of your hips perfectly. Not only that, a lace ribbon adorned the largest part of your thigh as a garter, strapped to your undergarments with a thin piece of fabric. Objectively, you knew the garment looked good on you. However, that didn’t slow down your racing heart.
The sudden click of the door could be heard. Unfortunately, the sound was deafening. You began to panic, looking around the room for a garment, any garment, to cover your nearly naked body.
This was a terrible idea. Why did you ever think Isaac, the sweet and gentle scientist, would want to see something so crass?! In a flurry, you grabbed the nearest piece of clothing – which ended up being a bathrobe – and flung it over yourself.
“Oh! There you are! I came back after my afternoon classes, and Arthur said you’d wandered off into town by yourself….” The familiar melodic lilt of Isaac’s voice, combined with that adorable worried expression on your face, had your heart squeezing in your chest.
“Yep! I… uh…. Went to go grab some groceries for the mansion.” You responded, eyes darting back and forth nervously.
“Isn’t it Wednesday? I thought you and Sebas usually go to the town for groceries on the weekend… And why are you wearing my bathrobe?” Isaac asked, beautiful cherry-blossom pink eyes furrowed as he looked you up and down in suspicion. “You’re also completely dry… Is something wrong?”
A couple beats of silence passed between the two of you. The silence hanging seemed to permeate the air, only causing Isaac’s worry to increase with each second that passed where you didn’t say anything. Finally, with a heavy sigh, you slowly untied the belt to his robe and slid the white fabric down your body, starting with your shoulders, until the robe crumpled like a ball at your feet.
If you thought that the silence after Isaac’s question was awkward, this was a million times worse. Your boyfriend’s beautiful face immediately flushed into a striking vermillion shade, and his eyes shifted around the room. It was like he was intent on looking at everything except you. The dread began to sink in, and you wracked your brain to string together words, anything, that would reassure him.
“I’m so sorry, Isaac! I just… the other day when we went into town, and I saw you looking at this set in the window at that boutique, y’know, the one on seventh street, and I thought you might like it. And then Arthur told me that you might like to see something like this and I thought it was the perfect opportunity, but I’m so so so sorry that I’ve made you feel uncomfortable. This is the worst idea I’ve –,” you stammered, offering up any sort of explanation you had so he would feel better. However, before you could ramble on even more Isaac’s soft voice cut you off.
“Arthur saw you in this?” Isaac asked, striking pink eyes flashing curiously with something that looked like jealousy.
“What? No! Arthur just… sort of… suggested that I try something like this to spice things up with you in … you know… the bedroom.”
A couple more moments of silence passed between you before Isaac spoke again. “Were you unhappy with how things were in… the bedroom?”
“No! It’s not that! I just… I thought you might not be as attracted to me anymore because you’ve been so busy, and we’ve rarely had time alone. I’m sorry, Isaac. This was such a stupid idea.” And as you reached down to grab the crumpled-up robe, you could almost feel Isaac’s stare roaming all over your body.
His large hand and slender fingers suddenly shot out and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him before you could cover yourself with the robe. “Wait! I didn’t say I didn’t like it… You look … stunning.” The heated gaze in his eyes had your core throbbing in anticipation for what was to come, and suddenly your stupid idea didn’t seem so ridiculous after all. He trailed one finger down your cheek, then cupped your face and brought you towards him until your lips met his in the most gentle, loving kiss. “I can’t believe you went to all that trouble just to get something like this for me. How did I get this lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one, Isaa— mmf—” A gentle nip at your bottom lip stopped you from finishing your sentence. You eagerly opened up your mouth, allowing him to explore with a passionate entanglement of his tongue. As your tongues slid against each other, you couldn’t help but press yourself up closer against his chest, seeking friction – any friction – against your needy body. Your sensitive peaks hardened against the sheer and lacy fabric. Before you could react, Isaac bent down and captured one of the hardened nubs in his mouth. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue, the lace rubbing against you, and the pleasure had you mewling gently as he lavished your skin.
“Eek! Isaac!” Despite his lithe body, your boyfriend’s strength never ceased to amaze you. His toned chest could be felt even through the fabric of his shirt, and you could see his biceps straining against the fabric. He grabbed you with one quick swoop and carried you, bridal-style, over to his bed, laying you out on the bedspread as delicately as possible.
The desire and lust evident in Isaac’s piercing gaze upon your body had your skin heating up from your head to your toe. You knew your lover wasn’t one for dirty talk, or even expressing himself fully, but his desire was clear. You began to move your legs, intent on clasping them together and covering your chest.
“Don’t. Please, let me see you,” Isaac murmured, capturing your hand in his and peppering you with kisses until he reached the apex of your thighs. Then, using his finger, he tantalizingly moved the fabric of your panties aside and licked a stripe from the bottom of your core until the top.
“Nngh—Isaac!” A series of wanton moans slipped from your lips as he began to quicken his movements against the sensitive spot at the top of your heat, suckling it gently into his mouth and licking it over and over. Your body heated up until it was nearly unbearable. Suddenly, you were thrown into your release, white-hot pleasure tingling throughout your limbs. Your mind went blank, and your back arched from the bed, trying to move away from Isaac as your body began writhing with overstimulation.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, watching you with a hooded gaze. Then, as your eyes began to re-focus on him, he pushed himself back up and peppered soft kisses against your lips, coaxing your body back to normal.
“Isaac, I need you….” You whispered, tugging at his still clothed body. He obediently stripped down until his body was bare before you, and his impressive manhood was standing at attention, head slick with a bead of arousal. The sensation of his length teasing your entrance was enough to make you squirm, and you looked up at him, ready to beg him to do anything just so you could feel him in you, wholly complete.
Inch by inch, he began to ease his length into you, letting out a deep groan as your walls clenched around him, forming to him. “You feel so good….” Matching blushes adorned both of your cheeks as you gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. Your usually handsome boyfriend looked absolutely stunning, with the moonlight highlighting the sharp planes of his cheek and his striking eyes. It was as though time had stopped, and the only people in the world were you two, suspended at this moment together.
“Please,” you murmured, one word urging him to begin moving. Not one to leave you wanting, Isaac began to thrust his hips back and forth, sheathing himself in your repeatedly. The sinful moans spilling from your lips were like music to his ears, and he once again thought to himself that he must be the luckiest man in the world to be able to revel in your presence like this.
You wrapped your hands around his head, fingers tangled into his soft, cherry locks, and pulled his lips down to yours. As the kiss turned more frantic, so did Isaac’s thrusts, and you recognized the signs of your lover nearing his completion. With the heat rapidly spreading throughout your body, and that familiar tingling sensation in your lower belly, you knew you were getting close too. “Isaac, ‘m close!” You cried out, grasping at your lover’s skin, clawing, kneading, and trying to bring him closer to you.
“—Ungh, me too,” he groaned. With one last thrust, you were again thrown into the peak of your pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your body tingled all over. The sensation of his length twitching inside of you, painting your walls with thick, hot spurts of his release, just prolonged the pleasure for you. One of your legs wrapped around his slender waist, willing him to fill you up with every last drop.
After a couple minutes of heavy panting, Isaac finally rolled off of you, pulling you into his arms with your back against his chest.
“You don’t need to do anything to make me attracted to you… You’re the most stunning, sensual, beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life….” Isaac whispered, breath ghosting against the shell of your ear and sending shivers down your spine.
You flushed at his gentle words and turned to look up at him. “Does that mean you didn’t like the lingerie?”
“I… I didn’t say that… Please keep it… for… special occasions.”
Submitted for the Spring Bouquet Content Creation Challenge hosted by @atelier-maroron.
Characters ↬ Vincent van Gogh x Reader
Rating ↬ General
Tags ↬ Fluff, Established Relationship
Spring Bouquet CCC Prompt 6. Nursing an abandoned baby chick back to health.
Description ↬ You and Vincent, your adoring lover, find an abandoned baby chick during one of your weekly dates. Over the next few weeks, the two of you pour endless love and affection into caring for the chick, which only leads you to a revelation that will change the course of your relationship…
Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games.
The soft chirps of the little, fuzzy, slightly feeble baby chick echoed around your room. One single heat lamp was aimed at the cardboard box holding the adorable fluffy chick to heat up the makeshift shelter you and Vincent had created for it. After finding it abandoned in an empty nest on a bush, you were trying your best to nurse it back to health. “Come on, little guy. Come on, you can make it!” You urged, pumping your fists gently in encouragement at the little chick. This only caused Vincent to look over at you and offer you a kind smile at your soft words of encouragement.
“I’m sure our little chick will grow up to be healthy and strong, especially when it has such a great mama like you.” His arms circled loosely around your waist, and he began to rub small circles into the soft skin of your arms. The comforting warmth of Vincent, both his body and his kindred soul, always reassured you and brought you back from those anxious waves that drowned you.
Through pure luck, you’d stumbled upon the little chick in the midst of a date to your secret spot on the bluffs with Vincent. In fact, the two of you hadn’t even planned the date. It was entirely spontaneous that you two ended up in that place, only to spend hours frantically searching for the source of the soft peeping. That’s when Vincent discovered the smallest, most fragile-looking baby chick wedged in an empty nest with no mama chicken around. Being known as the pure-hearted angels of Comte’s mansion, the two of you stuck around for two hours to see if the mother would come back. Unfortunately, luck was not on your – or the baby chick’s – side.
It had been two days of touch and go. There were times when the chick almost didn’t make it, times when it wouldn’t even peck at the tastiest creepy critters you’d caught for it. To be fair, Vincent had done most of the heavy work when it came to that, but with your fear of spiders and worms, you’d chalked it up to a win with you even being close to the creepy critters.
“But Vincent, what if it doesn’t make it? I know we’ve only been taking care of it for a few days, but I’m already attached….” You trailed off uncomfortably, shifting back and forth on your feet as you continued peering into the cardboard box.
“Then we will know that we tried our best to make our little chick’s life as wonderful as possible, no matter how short their life may have been,” Vincent responded without missing a beat.
Selfishly, a tiny part of you was also looking forward to seeing Vincent show his nurturing side. The man was the epitome of an angel, serene, kind, and golden-hearted. Yet, the deepest part of you wanted to see morefacets of him – that raw, unbridled passion that he’d consume you with during intimate nights with just the two of you and the sweet, tender gaze he’d bestow upon you whenever his eyes met yours. But as things became more serious between the two of you, you slowly found yourself wanting to see how Vincent would be as a father. Would he be a total sucker for his children? Would he be a kind but stern father? Would he be a father that encouraged his children to pursue their dreams? All of these questions were thoughts you kept to yourself.
Though a baby chick was nothing like a child, it would at least let you see the nurturing side of Vincent. The side that you knewwould make you start longing to start your family with him.
And with each week that passed, you ended up seeing the exact side of Vincent that you wished for. It was a wonder just how gentle he could be with the little ball of fluff. His touches seemed to only just graze over the soft down of its fur, as though soothing away all of the chick’s maladies. The way he’d pick up the little chick and hold close to his face, staring into its little button-eyes with his bright, sapphire ones, murmuring words of encouragement and kindness to it.
And the baby chick responded in kind to Vincent’s care. The chick became stronger and stronger under his tender love and care. First, it was able to get up and walk a few steps. Then, it started to flap its wings, readying to take flight. After that, it was able to launch itself into the air enough to fly over the side of the cardboard box and waddle towards Vincent, whom the chick had deemed as its mother. In fact, the sight was so adorable that Theo had even commented on it, wondering why the chick was so attached to Vincent.
“Oy, broer, why does that little ball of feathers follow you around all the time? Isn’t it enough that you have hondje attached at your hip at all hours of the day? What’s so great about them that they can hog all of your time like this?” Theo’s eyebrow raised as he watched the little chick flap around Vincent, almost seeming to ward off Vincent’s first pet, Brush, at the same time.
“The more the merrier, Theo. I’m the lucky one to have been chosen by such wonderful beings.” Vincent responded kindly, tucking the chick into his palms. “But my dearest Theo, you know I always have time for you.”
A flush formed on Theo’s face, despite his best efforts at hiding it. “Ah, w—well, that’s good then.”
Meanwhile, throughout all these weeks of watching the chick grow, you became surer of your love for Vincent. Surer of the future you wanted for the both of you. It all came to a head one day when your heart began bursting with your affection for the blonde man after he’d come up with a particularly adorable lullaby for the baby chick. After all, he was just so darned cute that no one could resist his charms. That’s what you told yourself when you immediately blurted out his name. “Vincent!”
“Yes?” He replied, perplexed as he turned his attention back to you. “What’s wrong, my love?”
“I—I—I think we should start a family.” You managed to stammer out, cursing your nerves and embarrassment at the less-than-perfect way you stated something so serious. To your surprise, a deep shade of red began to form on Vincent’s cheekbones, only complimenting his radiant smile.
“Do you mean that?” The joy spread across Vincent’s face was almost child-like in its purity. He grasped your hands in his and pressed gentle kisses across your knuckles. “I don’t mean to pressure you… but this whole adventure with our little chick has made me feel like we should consider trying for one of our own…. You’re so naturally nurturing.”
A wave of relief washed over you at his words. It was like every little trouble you’d been holding onto for the past few weeks were immediately swept away. “I’ve been feeling the exact same way with you, Vincent! I mean, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I think you’d be the perfect father. After all, you’re already my angel.
"Ah, I’m so glad… but you’re the one that’s myangel.”
You had thought it was impossible to love Vincent even more than you already did, but with each day that passed, he proved that statement wrong. Every time a compliment spilled from his lips, pure in nature, you fell head over heels in love with him all over again. In fact, you’d even tried to purposely find Vincent’s flaws one time to see if he had any, only to immediately flip the weak “flaws” that you could find into positives. Naïve? No, endlessly optimistic and trusting. Oblivious?Not that either, rather, focused and serene.
Vincent ran one finger down the plane of your soft cheek, pulling you back from your daydreams. “I think there’s only one last thing we have to figure out….” A mischievous, at least for him, smirk slowly formed on his lips, and you widened your eyes briefly, wondering what was going to come out of his lips next. “What do we name our little chick?… And our future kids?”
“Well, I’m not sure about our future kids, but I want to name our little chick afterwhat you are… an angel.”
“It seems like we’ll have to settle for naming it after both of us, in that case.”
A gift fic for @ikehoe as part of @ikemenlibrary’s Ikevamp Gift Exchange - thank you Bryn, for putting this together for us!
Rating:G Theodorus van Gogh x Female Reader Additional tags/warnings: mutual pining, light angst, fluff, 1600+ word count
AN: I hope you enjoy, Chonk! :)
“And for the Van Gogh brothers,” you start cheerfully, proud of the way you’ve balanced the two hot plates on your arms, “tall stacks, heavy on the syrup for Theo.” You set one plate of pancakes in front of each brother.
Theo opens his mouth to say something to you. Before he can, you grab a silver dish from the rolling tray behind him and set it next to his plate. “Extra syrup,” you say, a little smugly.
He closes his mouth.
“Oh, you’ve gotten really good at this,” Vincent remarks, his cornflower blue eyes lit up with delight. “It’s almost like you can read his mind.”
His words hit you somewhere near your ribs, triggering that all-to-familiar ache in your chest. It always starts the same way, and if someone were to ask you to describe the feeling, you would tell them it feels a little like heartburn: a flicker that begins beneath your skin and works its way into a full-blown inferno in no time at all. If only it were true that I could read his mind, you think to yourself ruefully. If that were true— You cut the thought off before it can go any further. “Well,” you start, flashing them a smile that never falters even though you can feel the corners of your mouth trembling with the effort to hold it. “It isn’t hard to do. Theo’s breakfast preferences are very predictable.”
You will never get used to the way you feel when Theo looks at you… and you will never stop wishing that one day you will see love or affection in that gaze. You’ve dreamt about it, longed for it, hoped against all odds that he might one day look at you with feelings that mirror the ones in your heart.
♡ summary: an encounter in a seedy side-street brings a teacher doing his best at his job and a makeup artist with a (secret?) youtube side hustle together. mere chance meetings or the invisible string of fate working overtime—call it what you want, but either way they still ending up falling in love.
♡ word count: 8.6k words
♡warnings: sexual harassment at the beginning / brief mention of skipping meals & implications of eating disorders / brief mentions of bullying & fat-shaming
♡ other tags: modern AU / strangers to friends to lovers / fluff (LOTS OF IT) / humour / pining
Omw! Ive said it once before and ill say it again! I freaken love academic/uni type aus gaaaaaaaaah. Just picturing napo as a teacher!❤️❤️❤️love love love this! cant wait to read part 2! These 2 just have great chemistry
a/n: Remember when Leonardo’s family was a major obstacle in his route? Me neither! So now they’re a problem. It’s about time we brought it up with Leo. Different from my usual, which is all about the ✨ UwUs ✨ but I thought I’d give it a shot hehe. Inspired by @xxsycamore’s and @chaosangel767’sBe My Valentine, Prompt Feb. 14: “No matter what anyone says, you’re perfect for me.”
The tall windows of the mansion hallway illuminated your anxious figure outside Leonardo’s room. You stood face-to-face with the door that kept you away from your beloved, consciously aware of the passage of time while you remained indecisive.
Earlier today, the topic of marriage was brought up between you, Leonardo, and le Comte. Up until that point, you hadn’t felt the weight of the topic until you stepped away from the conversation. You and Leonardo were a couple for over a year now and even promised to spend your lives together, despite how different your lifespans were. ‘Naturally, The next stepwould be marriage then, is it not?’ you thought.
“Let’s get married,” he said.
The confidence with which he spoke touched your heart and made it swell with joy. But there was a great looming shadow behind this decision. Getting engaged to Leonardo, a pureblood vampire, meant that you would have a big red target on your back aimed by his family.
[⚜️IkeVamp⚜️ Fic] The Emperor’s Little Cumslut (Napoleon x Reader){NSFW}
Ok so this is literally my second fic on this blog (from what I remember) and I felt super inspired to do this so I really hope you guys like it!Especially you, @delicateikemenmemes
(✿ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Enjoy! ^^
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The room felt like it was on fire as Napoleon leaned against the door with you on your knees in front of him, his glistening jade orbs gazing down at you through his damp bangs. You looked like a goddess; the way your skin shone in the light, your (hair color) locks being held back by the former emperor’s clenched hand as you bobbed your head up and down on his girthy shaft. But most of all, the pure determination in your eyes was in no way unnoticed, and Napoleon couldn’t help but shudder when they flitted up to meet his.
How did you two end up in this situation? Well, it all started when you two were in the kitchen cooking breakfast for yourselves. You had gotten up pretty late, which meant that breakfast time was long gone and neither of you felt like bothering Sebastian. So with Napoleon’s help, you decided to make waffles. However, neither of you had forgotten the ecstasy from the night before, and the same lust that you felt for eachother still surged through your veins like bolts of electricity. Both of you tried your absolute hardest to resist eachother’s tempting aura, but it was all in vain. Unable to hold back, you decided to take a little break from cooking and proceed to what you now refer to as “breakfast in the bedroom.”
“Hahh…merde…” your handsome lover gasped as his grip on your hair tightened. “You’re driving me crazy—!!”
If it weren’t for his rock hard cock in your mouth you would have been smiling from ear to ear. Despite how badly your jaw ached, you kept going, that same determination not leaving your (eye color) eyes.
To add to the stimulation, you brought your hand up to cup his scrotum and gently squeezed it in your palm while your mouth worked its wonders on his twitching shaft. The panting vampire’s gasps turned into soft moans and whines of pleasure, which only escalated when you used your free hand to lift your shirt revealing your supple breasts. You felt his hips twitch ever so slightly when you let go of his testicles, only to envelop the base of his cock between your breasts. This drove your lover wild and he soon began to thrust a bit harder into your mouth. Thanks to his keening your pace only quickened, and he gritted his teeth as his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Oh fuck… fuck!!! (Name)—!! I’m going to—”
Despite the attractive desperation of his voice, you were unable to focus on what he was saying as the brutal pace of his thrusts into your mouth only drove you further into lustful insanity. Your vision turned hazy while you unawarely released garbled noises of both shock and ineffable pleasure at the warmth of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
In a daze, you looked up to find him staring off into space with his lips parted, heaving air in and out of his lungs. Beads of sweat glistened on his face and trickled down his cheeks as he dug his fingernails into the door behind him. You were so sure that if he were to lose any ounce of his composure it would’ve shattered into smithereens.
Soon, to your sheer shock, he grabbed the back of your head with both hands and jutted his hips forward, releasing loud groans and growls with each plunge down your throat until…
“A-AAAHN—!!!”
It was only a matter of moments before you felt warmth on your tongue and saltiness hit your taste buds as he threw his head back, eyes clenched shut while your name left his lips like a cry to the heavens. His grip on your hair was brutal for a second before he finally let go of it, and his hand fell to his side while the other raked through sweaty locks of his own dark hair. Those cloudy eyes were back on your form and he smirked, licking his lips.
“Damn, nunuche~ Look at what you’ve done to me,” he whispered in that sexy accent of his, lifting your chin to get a better look at his cum dribbling down your face. You mirrored his hungry expression, but before you could utter a word, he leaned down so that his lips were only inches away from yours.
“Now it’s time for our dessert, my naughty little cumslut~”
♡ summary: now fugitives on the run, jean and his princess seek temporary refuge in a forest—and jean grapples with the less-than professional feelings for her that threaten to spill forth from him.
♡ word count: 3.5k words
♡ additional tags/warnings: royalty AU / mentioned past war, violence, torture & rape + sex slavery / some biblical references (explained at the end of the fic)
♡ notes: this is a very belated fic for day 1 of the jean route countdown party, for the prompt ‘jean and chérie’though there ended up being less chérie than expected lol rip. also, this is the 1st installment in a bigger series that spans the rest of the countdown party so yeah, keep an eye out for them
“Good,” the Princess gasps. The moment they reach a clearing in the forest that opens up to a lake, she releases his hand and all but collapses on a mossy boulder, drawing in each breath harshly like it could be her last. “I’ve never run this much in my life! I knew being a soldier required you to be physically fit and all, but now I have a deeper appreciation for just how much you had to go through to be as strong as you are, Jean.”
Ah, she’s always doing this to him—looking up at him with those crystal-like eyes, clear in their sweet honesty, uttering words that causes an admittedly not-unpleasant heat to rush up his neck to his ears.
“There is nothing much to admire about me,” Jean states plainly, turning around so she wouldn’t glimpse the rose blush threatening to invade from his ears and neck to his cheeks. Even shrouded in the dark cloak of night, he doesn’t trust his body to keep the secrets his heart bears—secrets that he doesn’t dare admit to even himself.
Just then, a loud rustling in the bushes catches his attention. Instantly, his hand flies to his sword, ready to draw and swing at the next provocation. This was what he was trained for—to do anything, even devolve into a soulless monster, previously for his country and now for his Princess. He shifts his position so he’s blocking her from view, only hoping he is enough to hide her petite frame behind his back.
♡ summary: an encounter in a seedy side-street brings a teacher doing his best at his job and a makeup artist with a (secret?) youtube side hustle together. mere chance meetings or the invisible string of fate working overtime—call it what you want, but either way they still ending up falling in love.
♡ word count: 8.6k words
♡warnings: sexual harassment at the beginning / brief mention of skipping meals & implications of eating disorders / brief mentions of bullying & fat-shaming
♡ other tags: modern AU / strangers to friends to lovers / fluff (LOTS OF IT) / humour / pining
This is so cute I love the little Italian lessons! I wholesomely accept this into my headcanon and I also love your interpretation of it! I’m also glad that this could be brought to further justice since I had major writer’s block.
My part in this is my IkeVamp YouTuber!MC piece!
Wife also thoroughly read through it and in her words ‘Sara-chan writes Napoleon-kun in always a charming way.’
Please note to others that this might be an occasion I reblog here since it’s a special case ♂️
