Requestedbyanon: “Hello glorious author-chan! I have a request for you. I have a fun little imagine for you. Can you make an Ikemen Vampire imagine of what their reactions would be like in modern times?”
A/N: I honestly don’t know what this is, like it ended up as the child of a drabble and a headcanon.
Warning: implied smut and nudity (come on Arthur is here)
Napoleon Bonaparte:
He’d be shocked and in awe at the same time.
Wanting to know EVERYTHING about how people live in the 21st century.
Is it a better, easier life? Is everyone treated equally and safe?
He’s astonished by the night lights as well, so bright and beautiful.
It’s absolutely unforgettable and he stays up at night a little longer to watch the busy city below, drinking the beautiful view until he falls asleep.
Also more content with the clothing fashion.
Yes it’s very unusual to him since he’s not used to it but clothes used to be so uncomfortable, especially for women.
Though he really didn’t feel comfortable with such revealing clothes.
He’s very cute about it around you though, hiding in your neck with flushed, embarrassed cheeks.
Leonardo Da Vinci:
Doesn’t show his amazement as much except through his tone of voice.
Wants to know how a phone works.
Surprisingly – or unsurprisingly – not having to explain it regularly, he picks up on it very quickly.
He’s very impressed.
Your days were divided into visiting shops, showing him technologies, public transport, probably every single thing about the city and cuddling in bed and showing him how the TV works because “the mattress is so comfortable”.
Even though you know how comfortable a surface is, never stopped him from falling asleep.
He really likes it in the modern day.
I think he would be one of the residents that would fit in rather quickly and easily.
Comte De Saint Germain:
It’s not that much of a shocker for him for obvious reasons but because you’d spent your life in modern day, he got to see your view and had a much positive outlook on it.
Not that it was negative to begin with, he just didn’t pay as much attention to it before and now that he has, it’s eye opening, in a way.
He loved the sparkle in your eyes as you rejoiced in the things you used to know before you travelled back in time.
It was a sight for sore eyes.
He enjoyed visiting with you, even though he spent more time seeing the twinkle in your eyes than being happy over the smaller things.
Comte is much more open about PDA for obvious reasons and he feels the modern day is something the both of you share as a precious memory now.
Arthur Conan Doyle:
His demeanour is one of someone who’s seen everything already but the huge smile and eyes just showed that he was a little boy excited about discovering everything.
Arthur dragged you around to tell him how things work if he couldn’t pick up on by himself.
You went to a mall and Victoria’s Secret caught his eye so fast it was S C A R Y.
“Try this sweetheart, and this and this-”
Yes, despite all your protests, you spent the whole day in the store trying on clothes for him.
He enjoyed it very much.
Arthur promised he would discover something new with you that didn’t involved being naked.
How nice of him *chokes*
It was a tiring day for you since you did all the standing, changing and displaying for him.
But the night provided to be very rewarding hehe
If you know what I mean
;)
You know what I mean, why am I saying this.
Theodorus Van Gogh:
He has a similar behaviour to Arthur at first, indifferent behaviour but very curious eyes.
You can tell he doesn’t want to ask questions but wants the answers.
So you just start talking and explaining things.
He’s a little flushed because he would have told you to stop talking by now but he doesn’t since you’re informing him on everything.
Theo would keep visiting until you got tired and wouldn’t hesitate to carry you back to your place and cuddle up on the couch.
Showing him how the TV works but he prefers sleeping in your bed because it’s so comfy and he can hug you.
Vincent Van Gogh:
“WOW!” *sparkly eyes*
Asks you about EVERYTHING
Holds your hand the whole time.
Also he apologises for always inquiring about everything.
Reassuring him that it’s alright.
Proceeds to go back to questioning everything.
Politely asks if you guys can go to an exhibition the next day to see paintings and saying yes.
Very gladly cuddling in your neck and saying how amazing everything is.
He’s too cute T-T
Vincent was smiling in his sleep because he got to discover so many new things with you and he couldn’t express how content he was.
Your heart is constantly melting as he acts like an overjoyed puppy.
He’s forever thankful to you and this will always be engraved in his memory.
Amadeus Mozart:
The pianist can’t physically hide his amazement.
“Can we go to an instrument store?”
Holds your hand tightly and keeps you close like he’s protecting you.
When in fact it should be the other way around given that you have lived your entire life in the modern day.
But you already knew that ♀️
His eyes light up more than they already did when you enter an empty store and there are three or four pianos.
Mozart let his fingers caress the smooth surface, taking in all the details of the instruments.
He’s relieved that they didn’t change as significantly as everything else in the world.
Lowkey wants to buy all the pianos because he wants to try them.
A very confused boy at attire.
And blushing at how more ‘revealing’ they are.
He could get used to this.
Jean D’Arc:
He would be in silent shock, staying close to you and looking around in amazement.
Jean would be pretty shy about asking too many questions, not wanting to bother you.
Reassuring him that it was fine, similar to Vincent.
Jean was somehow more considerate about it, not wanting to bother you with his inquiries.
Whispering questions and trying so hard to try and make sense of things himself, sometimes it works, kind of!!
Like Napoleon, he’s relieved the world is happier and fairer.
It was a huge shock for him at first, everything was different, but he was fortunate enough to be with you.
Now he reminisces of the experience as a magical moment that will forever be engraved in his memory.
Isaac Newton:
Absolutely astonished.
He has so many questions but he didn’t know where to start.
Similar to Jean, he was a little shy about asking questions and trying to solve things on his own.
Being surprised at how complex things turn out to be.
Isaac has mixed emotions about knowing that the foundation of physics are his three famous laws.
Because the world seemed overwhelmingly unknown and huge, he nearly clung onto you.
You locked your arm with his, seeing his unease but also not wanting to trouble you.
He felt better instantly and silently thanked you, blushing in embarrassment.
The first thing you taught him was what a phone was and about the kindergarden/school system.
You reminisce about how he went along into town with Napoleon to attempt to teach children.
It wasn’t a particular detail he would have inquired about but he feels strangely relieved about it.
He was touched by the small details you remember about him and he keeps it in mind.
It was an unforgettable experience for him to have with you.
But something he does not want to let go is the bed, it’s shockingly comfortable for him.
Osamu Dazai:
“Wow, are you seeing this (Not Y/N)-chan?”
“That’s not my name-”
“What is this?”
No shame about asking whatsoever.
“Miraculous!”
A lot of him grinning and praising everything and anything, including you.
“You’re delightful (Y/N)-chan, such an interesting answer!”
“D-did you just call me by my nam-”
“Are you coming (Not Y/N)-chan?”
“Nevermind,” you grumble, pouting as you follow behind him.
He chuckled, finding you so cute before cupping your cheeks and openly kissing you in public.
Dazai finds even more amusement with how flushed you are for a while as you clung onto his arm, answering questions with a breathy tone.
Despite his second degree humour throughout everything, he’s actually thoroughly enjoyed spending time doing this with you and becoming a treasured memory.
William Shakespeare:
He was actually rendered speechless for a long while.
Which was unusual for him obviously.
But it was a little disconcerting for him since he always had something to say.
You couldn’t help but eye him admiring everything.
Despite his unnerving silence, the way his eyes lit up was something that you didn’t know you needed to witness.
It looked like he found something to look forward to in life. (can’t relate lol)
That thought alone made you hopeful and sad at the same time.
He was always very polite and considerate about inquiring about things.
As in, he always read the ‘room’ before asking, wanting to stay in your good graces, even though he is already in them.
Finding the bed in your place being painfully heaven-like.
If he wasn’t as invested in learning about the modern world, he would totally examine and savour the beauty that is a bed.
Without you knowing, however, he would spend a lot of time studying you as well.
It was fascinating to him, seeing you enjoying yourself in your natural habitat.
Sebastian:
I mean he lived there before so there isn’t much to say.
He does reminisce a lot though, all previous memories rushing back.
Just as if the residents were a long dream.
One thing that surprised him a little was that he enjoyed spending time with you in the modern day so much that it’s in a smal, different compartment in his brain altogether.
Basically nostalgia but also happy new memories.
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You both spend the day on edge when Arthur acts out of sorts, until you finally confront him about what has been on his mind.
Requestedby@rat-lol: “(Giving you something other than a kink or smut ask.) Can I request a story where it’s kind of like the story event of “With This Ring” except Y/N saw straight through Arthur’s lies. While she’s sitting on his lap, she pulls him into a hug, running her fingers through his hair, gently coaxing him to tell her what’s been bothering him. Eventually he tells her that he doesn’t think he’s good husband material and that he thought that if he changed then he would be bettee husband material. [2] (sorry for the long ask.) She the kisses his brow and tells him that he doesn’t have to change anything for her and that he is perfect just the way he his. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, he is perfect in everyway. She also tells him that whoever told him that he’s not good husband material can fuk right off. Tell me what you think”
A/N: So this took a long time :D I am SO sorry it is only now being posted T-T.
“Still?” a sigh escaped you as you stared at the Comte.
“Unfortunately, yes, I have tried to turn him down but he insists on meeting you, he is very keen to do so and he says that our relationship would be solidified if you accepted his hand in marriage.”
“M-marriage? Why did he take this a step further?”
“I would not be able to tell you what his change of heart would have been, but in this instance, my word alone will not be able to convince him. He would have to hear it directly from you.”
A creaking floorboard outside Comte’s room tore your attention away from the conversation momentarily.
“Apologies, ma chérie, but I will need to conclude this now, I have business to attend to with Leonardo.” he smiled sweetly.
“Of course, thank you for your time, I will meet him tomorrow.” you nodded politely before placing your empty tea cup on the tray and walking towards the door. Back to the chores.
****
A shiver ran up your spine, breaking your train of thought, how am I ever going to do this?
“It’s a bit cold isn’t it?” You questioned, shaking your head in an attempt to get rid of this morning’s discussion from your brain, as you snuggled into Arthur’s side, walking on the hard paved road.
“It is, sorry sweetheart, this is the last errand of the day and we can go straight home.” He gave you a tight smile as he kept you by his side in an attempt to keep you warm.
For someone that was very good at observing and inspecting, he was doing a very poor job at concealing his own feelings. He had seemed on edge the whole day, somewhat distant – distant for Arthur anyway. It wasn’t something common for him to conceal important thoughts like this from you for this long, but you picked up on it instantly. It also made your mind race, what on earth could he be thinking about that might have made him so uneasy?
Despite making you overthink about every single problem that he might have with you, you wanted to respect his boundaries, trusting he will tell you when he is ready.
Trying to ignore the nagging feeling that was eating at your thoughts that were at the back of your mind, you followed him inside the shop, breathing out as the warmth comforted your cold limbs.
“Stay right here,” he instructed, going to the back of the shop. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked around. A florist? Why on earth was he buying flowers for? And for whom? Surely it couldn’t be for another girl, you guys are exclusive, but why would he take you here, it would spoil the surprise, no? He hasn’t been seeing anyone, or has he? Is that what he wanted to talk to you about? Everything seemed fine this morning.
“Over here darling.” he came out, with a grin.. and a bouquet of flowers, “this is for you,” he pecked your temple, handing the beautiful selection into your arms.
“Why did you buy me flowers?” on any other day, you would have melted at his sweet action, but it almost feels like he is forcing an even more affectionate side of him that felt really out of place. The pit that you had tried to get rid of had reformed at a rapid rate in your stomach. Something was definitely coming, and you hated not having visibility on it.
“Thank you,” you smiled back, trying to hide the growing uneasiness. Lacing your arms together, he escorted you back to the residence.
****
A shaky sigh escaped you as you filled up the vase with water. Tonight, you had made the decision that you absolutely had to confront him about what was so off about him. Otherwise, you would not be able to have a smidge of sleep.
For some reason, the residence was very empty at the moment, only the occasional soul roaming about in the corridors for something to eat. The lack of interaction with other residents did not help your turbulent mind. You hoped that everything would have been sorted out tonight, although it was a naive thought to have. It could be out of your control entirely.
Opening the wrapping paper once the stems had set into the vase, fingertips delicately pulling it out and patting the bottom-side of the petals to make sure they stay in a nicely arranged manner.
Alright, let’s do this.
After a small breath, you put your head up, vase in hand, and walked up the stairs.
Knocking on the door when you arrived at his room, and only opening it once you heard his audible acknowledgement. You put on a brave face, dreading the worst.
“Hey sweetheart,” he smiled, putting his glasses down, deciding that he had finished reviewing his work, and turning towards you.
After returning the gesture, you glanced at the bed.
“Can we cuddle?” his eyebrows raised in surprise, but he quickly complied. Sliding onto the bed, you propped yourself up slightly against the pillows.
Following suit, he laid beside you, expecting you to put your head into his chest like you usually did, but this time, you guided his head to your shoulder, cuddling him against your chest.
Clearly surprised by this, he looked up at you, his cheek right against yours.
“What is this about, my love?” his arms wrapped around your waist, cheek against your collarbone.
“About you, what is wrong? You have been on edge all day.” your hands play with his hair in a soothing manner, and he found himself sighing in content.
“Nothing, just a little tired.”
“I’ve seen you tired and this ain’t it.” you purse your lips, not accepting his statement as an excuse.
“I don’t feel like I’m good enough for you.” he mumbled, hoping you didn’t pick that up.
“Why do you even think that?” you picked it up alright. You were offended by it and it showed.
“Well, I’m not exactly marriage material am I?” then it clicked. Of course he heard about the conversation you had with Le Comte, how did you not piece those two things together?
“Oh, baby,” you cooed, cupping his cheeks and kissing his forehead. He flushed in embarrassment, “why are you so stupid?” a chuckle escaped you, and this time he turned around and sunk in your chest, away from your eyes.
“Do you really think I care to marry?”
He turned around in confusion, having prepared for many different versions of scolding but not this one.
“What?” a mere whisper escaped him. After sighing, you kissed his forehead again, holding him closer and muttering,
“I don’t care for marriage. Now or in the future. As long as I’m with you, and whether you want to get married at all, I will happily wait, because I’ll still be spending the rest of my life with you regardless, and that’s more than any proposal could ever do.” Arthur locked eyes with you with a hopeful look. He probably did not realise how desperate he appeared.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m shocked you even question it,” you answered after a short scoff. Timidly, he hugged you tighter, burying his face in your neck, feeling the relief wash over him, “you’re a silly man Arthur.” a smile slowly etched itself on your face.
“I’m not!” he shot up, propping himself up on his arms and hovering over you whilst holding your gaze. His slight pout accompanied with his offended face made him look even more adorable.
“You really are very silly,” with a finger under his chin, you brought him closer, “silly that you should even be swayed by the proposal of another man.” you gave him a tender kiss, hand travelling into his hair as he kissed back, pushing you back down on the bed to control the kiss.
“I love you sweetheart,” he breathed out, mesmerised, laying his body on top of yours.
“I love you too,” his hand cupped your cheek for another, more passionate kiss.
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Fandom: Ikémen Vampire Reader-insert:Female Pairing: Implied!Undine!Arthur Conan Doyle x reader Genre:Romance Warnings: Mentions of reincarnation Word Count:700+
Inspired by this lovely fanart@cheese-ception made for me And if you’ve been sleeping on it, shame on you because Arty looks amazing!
Storytelling before bedtime had become a pleasant ritual for Arthur and you, and that night was his turn to tell you a story. So, nuzzling into his arm, you locked your expectant eyes on his bright, sapphire ones. “Say, Luv, have I ever told you about the undines? You shook your head. “What’s an undine?” “Undines are water nymphs. They are usually female, but once every blue moon, a male undine is born into the world.” Your lover could not hide the smile of delight that drew itself on his face upon noticing the spark of interest flashing in your charming eyes. “The story I’m about to tell you happens to be about a male undine who was born many a century ago. This lucky creature was the only male around a sea of cute, little female nymphs.” He saw you rolling your eyes which evoked a light chuckle from him. “This handsome undine was having the time of his life chasing after all those cute nymphs when he met a female human that would turn his world upside down.” “Oh, what was she like?” “She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.” “More beautiful than the other nymphs?” “Indeed! She was lovely. However, what made him fall in love with her was her kind heart, contagious laughter, assertiveness, and that childlike curiosity that brought them together in the first place.” “She sounds really cool,” you mused aloud. “She was! She had him wrapped around her little finger. He wanted to be with her and show her how much he loved her. He was so head-over-heels in love with her that one day he himself became human.” “This is quite the romantic story. I like it.” Your lips quirked into a small smile as your weary eyes fluttered closed. “One would think so, Luv,” he said, lowering the tone of his dulcet voice. “However, undines are doomed to die if their partner is unfaithful to them. And he was very aware of that.” “Oh… did she—” He interrupted you. “No. Fortunately, she loved him just as much as he did. She even helped him overcome his silly insecurities.” He let out a dreamy sigh. “She was amazing for him.” He pressed a tender kiss atop your head. “And you know what? If their partner is loyal, undines make sure to give them everything. And so he did. The flame of his love was everlasting. His love was pure and intense. So intensely he loved her, that he never forgot her, not even after his death. That’s precisely how strongly undines love their partners.” “Aww, that’s so…” A yawn escaped your parted lips and you felt your lover pulling you closer to him as a soft giggle rang in your ears. “What’s more fascinating is that when undines reincarnate, they spend all their life looking for their partner —their one and only,” he whispered, staring fondly at you as he let his slender fingers ghost over one of your hands, toying with the wedding band around your ring finger. “When they find them, they do everything they can to woo them. And once they win their heart, they never let their partner go.” He wrapped both of his arms around you, holding you securely against him. You buried your face in his chest, taking in his comforting scent. “So, that means the woman forgot about him, right?” you mumbled, words coming out muffled. “Naturally. She was only human, after all.” “That’s kind of sad,” you snaked one arm around his lithe form, gently caressing the bare skin of his back with your thumb. A shiver ran down his spine and he let out a low hum. “Mhm. But that did not deter him from winning her heart again and again.” “Would you… woo me again if you were… an undine?” Sleep was slowly but steadily taking over your consciousness, yet you managed to hear his answer before you finally succumbed to it. “I already have, Luv.” He pulled up the blankets, ensuring to keep you warm as you slept in his arms. “Quite a few times,” he added in a hushed tone. “And I shall continue doing so, my sweet dove. Forevermore.”
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Theodorus van Gogh x Kathryn (OC) x Isaac Newton:
With every step she took, Kathryn turned heads at the lavish party she and her boyfriend Theodorus had been invited to. A far cry from her regular casual and comfortable attire, she was dolled up to the nines with absolutely no expense spared on Theo’s part to make his woman feel like a princess; A maroon velvet cocktail dress hugged her delectable figure, the off-the-shoulder straps framing her shoulders and collar bones so beautifully Theo swore she could be a painting. Kathryn’s hair, just a shade slightly more purple than her dress, was curled in neat ringlets and her face had been painted by a makeup artist - that Theo had insisted he hire for her - to highlight and accentuate her beautiful natural features. Although stunningly beautiful, the young lady felt a little out of place at such a fancy event without her lover to cling to as he was too busy speaking with clients. Her heart sank a measure when she reminisced on parties of the past in which Theo had drunk a little too much champagne and ended up escorting her to a quiet corner to lay his heart, and his body, bare to her.
Kathryn smiled smally as she sipped her champagne, more bubbles than flavour, hovering just behind her boyfriend who liaised with some fancy client in a suit who she didn’t particularly care to listen to, only drawn from her thoughts by Theo’s hushed voice in her ear, “Schatje, I’m a little busy,” cool Caribbean blue eyes flitted between his lover and the balcony, “Go and get some fresh air. You’ll have my attention in just a minute.”
“Okay,”she sighed a little dejectedly in response, her heels clicking against the fine marble floor until she reached the balcony, her heart dropping in her chest as she leant on the railing and gazed out at the perfect Parisian night sky. Kathryn clasped her delicate hands around her champagne flute, shifting her feet a little where she stood as the cool breeze hit the leg exposed by the high slit of her dress. The single blonde streak of the lady’s hair fell from its curl and in front of her face so it tickled her nose, making her chuckle pitifully at herself quietly.
“May I fix that for you, Miss?” A gentle, lilting voice almost sung by Kathryn’s ear. Turning around, she realised it was Arthur, her boyfriend’s best friend, who reached out a gloved hand to fix the stray hair that hung out of place, “There we go, luv.”
“Hey, Arthur,” her voice was confined to a small sigh, a mixture of sadness and relief, as she glanced up at her friend, “At least you’re here. Theo’s been too busy to even acknowledge me tonight.”
“Heartless bastard, leaving a beautiful woman lonely when she’s all dolled up for him,” he slipped off the black glove from his right hand and reached towards Kathryn, caressing the soft line of her jaw before leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “A foolish bastard too.” Kathryn tried to step back slightly from Arthur’s touch only to find herself backed against an ornate marble pillar, “Why don’t you let me entertain you tonight, my dove?”
“Hands off of her, Arthur,” Theo’s voice entered the space, commanding the air with his tone whilst the fine suit he wore was overshadowed by his scowl. The Dutchman reached out to grasp his girlfriend’s wrist, “Come on, hondje, let’s go-”
Smack.Her hand came down hard against his own wrist, making the art dealer pull back slightly in shock, his heart aching with a cocktail of anger, regret and jealousy as he observed the look of indignance that Kathryn wore. “Don’t pretend like you care all of a sudden Theo,” she spat, pushing past him to leave the party in a fit of rage and rushing out of his sight. Kathryn was still in tears when she reached the mansion, her chest tight and heart strings pulled to breaking when she pushed past Vincent in a flood of sorrow, like a moody cloud was hung above her head. Tears stained her reddened cheeks and the artist knew better than to pry so rather than console her himself, he rushed to find the only man that could.
“What do you want?” Isaac sighed tiredly, leaning against the doorframe as he observed Vincent’s anxiously shaken form through his glasses.
“Kathryn’s just come home and she looks very upset, I think she needs you.” Vincent smiled sympathetically at Isaac who nodded curtly and pulled his door closed behind him,
“Cheers,” he spoke quietly, pushing up his glasses before briskly walking through the halls towards his beloved’s room. Isaac’s throat felt tight and dry as he stood in front of Kathryn’s door, listening to her sniffle and sob, her sad little noises like a stab to his heart, “Kathryn?”He knocked on the door, opening it just a sliver to peek inside, “It’s Isaac, I’m coming in.” The second he was in the room, Isaac’s heart sank: Kathryn lay face down, her pretty face in her pillows which muffled her pained sobs. She should’ve felt like an angel in her stunning evening gown with her hair perfectly made up, not despairing as she was. “Oh, sweetheart.” The vampire sat down beside the young lady and stroked her hair, shooting her a small smile when she turned her face to look right at him, “Was the party really that bad?”
“T-Theo and I,” she sniffled, rolling over fully to tuck herself into Isaac’s warm embrace, comforted by his touch, “W-we had a fight.” Isaac tightened his arms around Kathryn, grateful to provide her some sense of safety and comfort when she nuzzled against his chest. She lifted her gaze to glance at Isaac, chuckling pitifully at herself before she spoke again, “Will you stay and cuddle me til I feel better?”
Isaac smiled sweetly at Kathryn, nodding in confirmation though, confusion plastered on his face when she removed herself from his embrace and wandered over to her vanity, “I can’t very well cuddle you if you’re all the way over there.” He watched his enchanting girlfriend slip out of her cocktail dress and wipe away her smudged makeup, admittedly making his trousers feel a little too tight around his crotch as he took in her lingerie-clad form. Kathryn’s flawless skin glowed in the faint moonlight, her smooth curves accentuated by a lacy crimson bra with a matching thong and garters, the colour reminding Isaac of the irresistible blood that pumped underneath her soft skin. “You wore those just for Theo?” He knew that his partners both had their nights alone together, much as he did with the both of them, but he couldn’t help the slight twinge of jealousy that stained his heart, “I do love him but by God he is an ass, and an idiot, leaving you on your lonesome when you look so ravishing.” Isaac stood up from his seat on the bed and crossed the room to Kathryn, taking a hold of her hips and pulling her flush against his own body, so close that she could feel the hardness laying in his trousers, “You’re irresistible.”
Feeling an unfamiliar rush of confidence fill her veins, Kathryn tangled her fingers in Isaac’s dusty pink hair and pulled at it, smirking at the needy whine that escaped his lips before whispering seductively in his ear, “Then don’t resist, Isaac. Take me.”
Without a moment of hesitation, Isaac pushed his girlfriend to sit down on her vanity and crashed his lips against hers, snogging her messily as his yearning hands slid down her sides to grasp at her plush thighs and push them apart, grinding his clothed erection against her dampening slit. The couple were so preoccupied with each other’s burning desire that neither of them noticed the soft creak of the bedroom door opening or the entrance of their boyfriend until he spoke, “Well I did come to apologise but, seems like you’re busy, hondje.”
Kathryn gasped softly, her cheeks flushing peach with embarrassment as she locked eyes with Theodorus from across the room, though before the Dutchman could leave, Isaac turned to face him, his voice low and husky, “Why don’t you join in? I think our darling needs some extra attention tonight.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” The taller vampire shut the door behind himself and quickly stripped down to his boxers, leaving his clothes in a messy pile on the floor before kneeling on the bed and beckoning to his lovers who both obediently rid themselves of their clothes and joined him there. Isaac lay himself down and coaxed Kathryn to hover above his face, blush staining his cheeks pink at the sight of the glistening arousal covering her sex.
Kathryn felt a flame of shyness flicker in her belly when Isaac brought her down onto his mouth, whimpering delightfully when his tongue circled her clit. The Englishman himself groaned softly at the taste of her sweetness, capable hands grasping at her plush thighs which squeezed against his cheeks as smug pride swelled in his chest. Theodorus leant over Kathryn’s small frame, biting kisses down his girlfriend’s neck, the scrape of his fangs against her delicate skin fanning the flames of arousal in Kathryn’s core which only provided more slickness between her legs that Isaac greedily lapped up. She could hear Theo’s thick Dutch accent in her ear, praising her as she rolled her hips and ground down against Isaac’s mouth, “Good girl, Kathryn.” Her thighs tensed and squeezed around her British boyfriend’s head, bringing more heat to his cheeks and making his peony pink eyes roll back in pleasure when she came messily undone all over his tongue, her nectar dripping down his chin. The three moved seamlessly to a more comfortable position, with Theo holding himself above Kathryn and Isaac wandering toward the desk to clean his face.
“I n-need you in me,” Kathryn panted, the aftershock of her first orgasm hitting her body in waves as lust darkened her vision, her gaze trained onto Theo, “Please.”
“Don’t make her beg, Theo,” Isaac warned softly, wiping the slick that soaked his chin away with a pristine white handkerchief, “Not tonight.” The brilliant scientist smiled carefully as he strolled back over to the bed and sat beside his girlfriend’s head, reaching out to stroke her curled hair gently away from her flushed face, “My princess needs to be treated as such.” Kathryn blushed brightly at Isaac’s tender nickname for her, smiling almost smugly when Theo pressed an uncharacteristically soft kiss against her cheek.
“Oké, but after tonight,” Theo’s left index finger hooked underneath her choker and tugged at it a little roughly, his voice a low growl when he continued, “Master isn’t going to go easy on either of you.” He shot his icy blue gaze at his boyfriend who gulped in excited anticipation, Isaac’s mind replaying countless nights of Theo roughly using his tight hole and rewarding him with intoxicating blowjobs when he thought he couldn’t handle any more. Theo discarded his underwear and carefully lined his impressively hard cock up to Kathryn’s inviting little hole, slowly pushing himself inside and groaning deeply at the way she squeezed around his length, “Fuck, baby.” The Dutchman grinned down at his girlfriend whose small hands grasped onto his broad shoulders, her eyes already filled with stars even though he hadn’t even begun to fuck her yet, “Always so tight for me, aren’t you? ‘S like your pretty little pussy was made just for me.”
Theo thrust his hips forward, the drag of his thick cock against her silky wet walls slow, hard and deliberate, tearing a delightfully sweet moan from Kathryn’s throat which made both of her boyfriends grin slyly at each other, “Is that good, darling?” Isaac cooed into her ear, tangling his left hand in her now messy mauve hair and pulling sharply, “Tell Theo how good he makes you feel.”
“A-ah,”Kathryn whined with pleasure, her sounds mingling with Theodorus’ own sinful groans and the gentle shudders of Isaac who had begun to slowly stroke himself by her side, “You fuck me so good-” she gasped sharply when Theo’s cock slid further into her tight cunt, bruising her cervix as he began to thrust into her faster and harder than before. The lady couldn’t make any coherent thought or sentence as her lover repeatedly hit against her g-spot, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he began to feel his climax quickly approaching. Isaac snaked his left hand between their bodies to rub tight, mind-numbingly pleasurable circles into Kathryn’s clit, making her walls hug Theo’s dick even tighter as a second orgasm came flooding over her, her moans surely heard throughout the mansion.
“Godverdomme,”Theo’s hips stuttered as he came, hot and sticky inside Kathryn’s walls. He panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before pulling out and turning his gaze over to Isaac whose cock was still in his hand, pumping it quickly to try and chase his own release. The younger vampire pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s nose, her piercing cold against his lips before he knelt himself down in front of Isaac and firmly grasped his erection, “I’ll finish you off.” Theo swiftly took Isaac in his mouth and hollowed his cheeks, only needing to suck on his cock a handful of times before the physicist moaned his name loudly and spilled his cum down his boyfriend’s throat. Both men, sweaty and spent, lay down in bed and wrapped their arms around Kathryn, with Isaac spooning her and Theo having tucked her head under his chin.
None of them could keep from smirking to themselves as they snuggled up together, the comfortable silence eventually being broken by Kathryn who sighed blissfully, “You boys are so good to me.”
“You deserve it.” Isaac craned his head forward to kiss her jaw carefully while one of his hands drew soft circles against her thigh.
Theo agreed, his voice gruff and resigned, “You both deserve a lot more than me.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it, Theo.” Kathryn responded, sitting herself up and caressing the art dealer’s cheek, gazing down at him with a smile that could outshine the stars, “I love you, you big idiot.”
“As do I,” Isaac added, also having sat up, “We want you the way you are, even though you are often irrational, brash and thick.” The Englishman stood up and sauntered over to the wardrobe, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his naked body, “Come, let’s all go and have a bath.”
“Mhm, that’d be nice.” Kathryn nodded as she got up from the bed and joined Isaac who handed her a towel of her own.
“Ja, oké,” Theo’s small smile widened to a grin when his lovers threw a towel at him, the white cotton hitting him in the chest with a dull thud, “I can’t say no to you two, anyway.”
Hey there my little anon, thank you so much for this! We all know that I love our silly little poet man so I really enjoyed writing this even though it did take me so so long to get around to >2<
- JJ x
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William Shakespeare:
MC felt hot tears fall onto their pink cheeks, their chest tight as they read the most beautiful words of love written in human history. They snuggled the warm blanket up over their own softly shaking shoulders as the prettily penned poetry they he read blurred a little from the tears in their eyes.
William poked his head around the corner from the kitchen to check on his beloved, his wine red hair tied back, long sleeves rolled up and an apron keeping his clothing clean. The playwright quirked a brow when he noticed MC shaking where they lay on the sofa, prompting him to drop the pan he was drying up and rush to their side. Will knelt by MC’s side, reaching his gentle hand to cradle their cheek and brush away their salty tears, “Lamb of mine, why dost thou weep so?” He craned his head forward and pressed kiss to each of MC’s cheeks, his lips brushing away his darling’s tears, “Alloweth me to steal thine tears away, mine turtledove. Pray tell,” Shakespeare attempted to peer at the book MC was reading, “Whose words stir thine beautiful heart?”
“Y-your’s, Will,” MC stuttered out, swallowing down another wave of tears, “Your w-writing is so passionate.” They handed the little book to their boyfriend whose handsome face lit up with recognition at the title written on the dark leather cover,
“Ah yes, Anthony and Cleopatra dost often waver the gentle of heart.” The poet smiled softly at MC before placing the old book down on the coffee table and pulling his love into his arms, “ ‘Tis alright, flower of mine. Still thine tears, now.” William’s hand was warm as it stroked MC’s back lovingly and the sweet scent of his perfume - summer roses and rich sage - comforting as it washed through their senses.
MC chuckled briefly, hiccupping a little as their tears started to dry upon their cheeks, “You’re wearing a new perfume. It’s nice.” They raised their gaze to see their lover’s mismatched gemstone eyes and their heart fluttered a little at the look of utter adoration and tenderness he bestowed upon them, “It suits you.”
Shakespeare let out his own short, warm laugh as he watched MC nuzzle their nose against his shirt collar, “Mine sweetness, thou art so very charming. Come,” he stood up and offered his darling his hand, “Let us take thine mind from sorrow. A romantic walk together shalt brighten thy mood.”
The couple had managed to stroll out to the outskirts of the city where they found a field of beautiful wild flowers: the perfect place to sit and watch the sun set together. All through the afternoon, Shakespeare had had his hand on MC, holding their hand, squeezing their waist or as he did now, stroking their hair carefully all to keep them safe. There was something so comforting about his warm touch, lithe hands that wrote the world into existence, capable of so much but primarily, loving his beloved to no end. And there they sat until stars freckled the sky with light and MC could giggled without a worry in the world and then, Shakespeare was content.
Hello anon my friend, hope you’re having a wonderful day/night & also taking good care of yourself ^^ thank you for sending in this lovely request~
- JJ x
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Vincent van Gogh:
“Oh, MC,” Vincent smiled at his lover softly, a curious glint in his china blue eyes as his thumb gently brushed at a fleck of bright orange paint on their soft cheek, “Have you been painting?”
“N-no,” they stammered in reply, avoiding their boyfriend’s angelic gaze, too anxious to tell him the truth in case he thought their art was unimpressive, “I was just, uh, cleaning Leonardo’s room.” MC chuckled nervously, “I guess some of his paint ended up on me.” They shrugged, internally relived when Vincent just smiled again and wiped away the pigment from their cheek with his handkerchief,
“You’re so cute, liefje.” The artist leant down to kiss his darling’s cheek where the paint had been, his brow quirking when he felt the heat of their blush, “Are you sick, MC? You’re awfully warm.” MC shook their head a little but, it did nothing to quell Vincent’s worrisome heart, “Go and rest up, oke? And I’ll bring you some tea and a snack.” Before they could protest, the vampire was already rushing himself down the hall towards the kitchen.
The moment that their boyfriend was out of sight, MC ran back to their bedroom and began frantically trying to hide all of their art related things; Countless sketchbooks, their case full of fine paints and the beautiful canvas that they’d just finished, the paint on which was still wet. MC had managed to put away all of their supplies except for the canvas in their arms, their eyes flitting around the room desperately in search for a place to hide it when Vincent entered the room without so much as a knock at the door, “MC? I brought you some -” he paused, his bright blue eyes widened in shock at the sight of MC clasping onto their painting, frozen in the middle of the room, “Wat is dat?” Vincent placed the small tray he carried down and slowly walked over to MC, intrigued by the painting.
“Oh its, n-nothing special-”
“Nee, it’s amazing!” The vampire smiled softly at the composition of the painting: A bright, pretty colour palette of pinks, oranges and yellows pictured an unusual bedroom with brushstrokes which much resembled his own. Vincent reached out his index finger to carefully trace the lines of a rectangular object of some kind that hung on the room’s wall, intrigue and wonder plastered across his handsome features, “You’ve got a great eye for colour, MC. And look at these cute little brushstrokes! Oh, you painted a little cat here, too!” Vincent fawned over the painting like he were a little boy captivated with art for the very first time again, making MC blush a deep shade of pink from the apples of their cheeks all the way up to the tips of their ears, “You did this all by yourself, schatje?”
They nodded a shyly, placing the piece upon the easel to gaze at it too, smiling softly at the image of the bedroom they kept back in their original time, “Yeah. It’s not a masterpiece like you make but, I guess it is kinda nice.”
“Are you kidding me? It’s incredible, liefje!” Vincent beamed at MC before wrapping his arms around their middle from behind, resting his chin atop their head, “Tell me everything about it.”
“You’re sure?”
The Dutchman grinned, moving his chin to rest on his love’s shoulder so they could both admire the artwork at the same level, “Of course I’m sure, MC. You have real talent, I want to hear what inspires my beautiful muse.”
Ahhh it’s finally Vincent’s turn! Only 2 more instalments of the mini series left after this, are you guys excited for them? I certainly am~
- JJ x
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I Give You My Breath, Vincent van Gogh
Princess MC grinned at herself in the mirror, admiring her pristine white wedding gown and the twinkle of the tiara resting atop her soft hair. Her hands were busy smoothing the long skirts of her dress when there came a gentle knock at the door and along with it, the rough voice of her soon-to-be brother in law, “MC, are you ready?” Prince Theo pushed open the door and his usually stern expression softed when his cool blue eyes found MC, “My broer certainly is lucky to be marrying you.”
“Oh, Theo,” MC giggled before wandering over to her fiancé’s brother and carefully combing a lock of caramel brown hair that had fallen from his slicked back hairstyle back into place, “I’m honestly a little nervous. I’m glad you’ll be giving me away, though,” the princess smiled as she took Theo’s arm and nodded determinedly, “You know I never imagined that my wedding would be such a big event.”
“Royal weddings always attract the world’s attention. It’ll be the same when I get married, so you better get used to it.”
The younger of the van Gogh brothers led MC towards the church, holding her arm securely in his own until the moment they reached Prince Vincent who stood at the altar, beaming from ear to ear when he saw his beloved. The blond prince took MC’s hands into his own, squeezing them lovingly when all he wanted to do was kiss her breathless and tell her how stunningly angelic she looked in her wedding dress. Vincent pulled the princess close, kissing her cheek chastely before uttering words only she could hear, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
The ceremony was traditional yet beautiful - and it spared no expense to be so - with all of the flourishes befitting of celebrating the royal couple. “I give you this ring,” the princess’ wedding ring twinkled in the summer sun which streamed into the cathedral but it was Vincent who captivated her, his soft lips kissing the delicate palm of her hand, “I give you my breath.” MC felt tears prick the corners of her eyes as he continued to speak, “And I give you my love. Princess, I swear to protect you, until death do us part.”
The officiant turned his softened eyes towards MC, “Princess MC, do you accept Prince Vincent’s vows and promise your life to him?”
“I do.”
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause when the newlyweds shared their first kiss as man and wife, slow and passionate yet still appropriate enough to share in the public eye: the more amorous moments were to come later. Hundreds of onlookers continued to support Vincent and MC when they boarded their white horse drawn carriage, looking like a couple in a perfect fairytale.
After the sun had set and the adoring crowds had returned home, so too did the royal couple return to their palace and they found themselves gazing out at their kingdom from their balcony, still wearing their wedding attire, each with a glass of champagne in hand. Vincent’s hand slipped around MC’s waist and he squeezed her side gently, pulling her closer to his body so they were comfortably huddled together. The prince’s china blue eyes watched the twinkling stars that hung above his kingdom with a smile bright enough that one would think it was daytime, his Dutch accent soft and brimming with affection when he broke the comfortable silence, “I am so lucky.” He placed his glass of champagne down on the little coffee table beside him.
Princess MC tilted her head slightly, gazing up at her new husband and feeling her heart skip a beat at the sight of his impossibly tender expression, “How so, Vincent?”
Vincent turned his body so now he and his wife were chest to chest, his gentle hands running down the back of her silk gown and resting comfortably on her bottom, “I have you, liefje!” He was beaming from ear to ear and she blushed when he inched closer to kiss her lips briefly, “The most beautiful wife and the most beautiful land, what more could a man want?” The prince stepped back and offered his princess his hand, which she gladly took, “Would her highness join me in our wedding bed?” Despite the implications of the question, Vincent’s voice was soft and almost innocently hopeful, matching his striking cornflower blue eyes.
“I would,” the princess answered, allowing Vincent to lead her over to their bed and lay her down beneath him, “You know, I know a princess who has the most amazing husband in the world.” MC reached her delicate left hand up to caress Vincent’s cheek, her wedding ring cool against his flushed skin. The princess’ hands trailed downward to her prince’s collar and began to loosen his tie and unbutton his crisp white shirt, “He’s kind and he’s handsome and I hear that he is the loveliest man in the world.”
“Really, now?” One of Vincent’s hands - the one not holding him hovering above his beloved - took his wife’s hands and halted her movements, pinning them above her head with an unfamiliar air of dominance only she knew from him, “How bold of my wife to speak of another man, and in our wedding bed no less.” Prince Vincent smirked, baring his fangs only for a moment which had Princess MC gasping with anticipation. They both knew that they were playing, but that only added to the thrill of their first night together as man and wife, with Vincent’s voice a teasing whisper when he spoke against the soft skin of her neck, “I hope my princess is prepared to be loved so completely that no other man will ever cross her mind again. I vowed as much this afternoon, remember?” The heir to throne’s grip on his beloved’s wrists loosened and he brought her left hand up to his lips, kissing her wedding ring before his lips moved to brush against her knuckles tenderly, “You are my wife, mijn vrouw, and I give you my breath, my life, my all.”
Okie it’s time for Dazai’s Royal Romance story! I know it has a been a long time coming (same with the last 3 too) but, like I said I have been taking my time with this mini series because of how big my work load at University is atm >2< Though, some exciting news - the opportunity to vote for my next mini series theme will be coming soon: keep your eyes peeled!
- JJ x
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The King of Hearts, Dazai Osamu
There came a quiet, incessant tapping at the glass door leading out onto Queen MC’s balcony as the sunset painted the sky apricot and peach over her kingdom. The regal young woman wandered over to the glass and pushed open the door, stepping out onto the balcony, smiling sweetly at the sight of her husband in the garden below holding a handful of small pebbles. Dazai’s saffron eyes were brimming with affection as he noticed his wife and plopped down the stones he held onto the ground, “Good evening, your highness.”
MC leant gently on the railing and gazed down at her husband like she were Juliet meeting with Romeo in the star-crossed night, “Good evening, my king.” The Queen quirked an eyebrow at Dazai, who she noticed had one hand hidden behind his back, “I see that you’re up to something again.”
The King’s smile widened into a grin but he shook his head, his inky plum hair falling from its manbun, “My wife doubts my intentions? Oh dear,” he produced an exquisite bouquet from behind his back and held it up towards her, “Then her majesty won’t care if I were to discard this bouquet, then.”
“No!”The young lady giggled behind her hand, a gentle heat coming to her cheeks when she took note of the bouquet’s composition - lilacs, white roses and yellow ranunculi, an exact copy of her wedding bouquet - “I’d very much like to accept your kind gift.”
Dazai grinned and shot a wink to his beautiful wife, “Then I’d suggest you come here and retrieve them.” And without another word, the king scurried off further into the garden and out of sight, successfully piquing MC’s curiosity and drawing her out of the palace. The queen delicately held up the skirts of her floral summer dress as she rushed down the steps and weaved through the rows of flower and vegetable patches. MC was delightfully out of breath when she reached the secluded rose garden where she found her husband Dazai who was grinning playfully, his daffodil yellow eyes bright as though the stars themselves twinkled in them, “My lady.” The roses surrounding them were in perfect bloom and somewhere in the near distance, an orchestra of delicate strings played, the music seeming to place stars in the evening sky. Dazai had arranged candles around the small grassy area and he bowed, offering his wife his hand, “May I have this dance, your highness?”
“Of course, your majesty,” MC replied, her heart aflutter when she placed her palm in Dazai’s and he swept her body close to his own, gently swaying them to the beautiful music which hung in the air, making the atmosphere impossibly romantic. And they danced like it were their first, reminiscing of the night they met: A pleasantly warm July like this one, dressed to the nines at one of Prince Sebastian’s lavish parties, hand in hand, nose to nose as violins accompanied their blossoming love. The queen stepped a little closer to her husband, resting her cheek against his shoulder and letting out a delighted sigh when she felt his arms tighten around her waist. Dazai craned his head forward slightly to kiss MC’s hair, smiling carefully when she raised her head to gaze at his handsome face, “What’s with the romantic antics? It isn’t like you to be so ardent.”
“You question the crown?” The king smirked slyly but his words carried no ill will, he was merely teasing his beloved, “Can the king not treat his queen by giving her an evening of bliss when she’s looked so blue lately?”
“I-”
MC’s protest was short-lived as Dazai kissed her lips sweetly, stealing away her worries and her breath with one careful brush of his lips against her’s after another, his large hands trailing up her back until they held onto her slender shoulders. Their kiss was passionate and hot yet still romantic and chaste, for the most part. The proud moon had risen above them, illuminating the royal couple in the rose garden like they were Orlando and Rosalind, players in the most tender of love stories who deserved to be placed on stage for the world to see. By the time they had parted, Dazai and MC could only giggle at each other like two teenagers in love, both of their faces flushed pink with warmth as the orchestra continued to play their symphonies, “I’m glad to see her majesty smiling again. Finally sunshine has returned to the kingdom.”
Queen MC smirked a little, eying King Dazai with curiosity and suspicion, “Are you going to do this every time I’m feeling a little under the weather, then?”
Dazai carded his fingers through his wife’s silken hair and leant forward to kiss her cheek lovingly, “If that is what will make you smile, then I will do this every hour of every day for you.”
“And what about your duties, your majesty? Surely the kingdom needs you to take care of them too?”
“And leave the sun to grow cold and lonely? What man would be so cruel?”
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.
Wow good evening everybody, would you believe that #ShookspeareRoyalRomance is finally back?! I took a long break from this mini series over the last 2(ish) month but, we’re in the home stretch now ^^ With only 4 more suitors left after this upload! I hope you guys are as excited for this as I am - and it also means that there will be my 5th mini series coming soon, too~
- JJ x
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Another Suitor,Sebastian
Princess MC giggled and fanned her face as Prince Napoleon took her hand in his own and kissed her knuckles carefully, while Prince Sebastian scowled quietly to himself in the corner. Sebastian didn’t much care for court parties, especially not ones where he knew his former lover and best friend would be in attendance together but, his grey eyes watched on nonetheless, jealousy painted across his face like the blush on MC’s own cheeks. He sighed, his eyebrows pointed downward when his loyal friend and cousin Prince Dazai approached him, “Sebas? You look unsettled.”
“You would too if you could see what I’m seeing,” the younger prince grumbled before taking a long sip of his red wine, still staring at MC whilst his heart beat painfully and she laughed unaware of his yearning, “Dazai, what should I do?” Sebastian asked but when he turned around to meet his cousin’s gaze, the older man was nowhere to be seen - like he’d vanished into thin air. He lifted his gaze back to watch the ballroom where on the other side of the hall, the prince saw his eccentric cousin speaking to Princess MC and taking her arm in his own and leading her out of sight. It was then that Sebastian noticed a small note that had been placed in his lap - in Dazai’s handwriting, of course - it simply read, “Rose garden,” and before he knew it, Sebastian’s legs were carrying him in the direction of the gardens.
Prince Sebastian stepped out in the rose garden and the cold air seemed to warm instantly when he saw MC: She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in her champagne pink evening gown, her hair styled down and her lips lightly rouged. Princess MC stood up and closed the gap between herself and Sebastian, offering him her hand to kiss before curtsying politely to greet him, “Good evening, Prince Sebastian.”
“A pleasure to see you again, Princess MC,” he replied a little awkwardly as he bowed lowly to her, meeting her eyes with his own steely grey pair when he stood back up, “You look ravishing tonight.”
“You say that to all the noble ladies, I’m sure,” the princess rolled her twinkling eyes.
“No, your majesty.” Sebastian knelt before her and held onto both of her hands carefully, gazing up at the young woman hopefully. He confessed, “I have never met a more beautiful, kind and clever woman in my life. Princess, my heart belongs to you and you alone, I assure you.”
“How bold of you, Sir,” MC smiled softly but before long, her expression saddened into something solemn and resigned, and she sighed, drawing her hands away from the prince who wore his heart on his sleeve, “Your highness, I am to be wed to his grace Prince Napoleon. As much as I love you,” the princess’ eyes filled with tears which Sebastian quickly stood up to wipe away with his handkerchief, “We’re not children anymore. Sebas, politics determines I must marry him.”
“Of course I mean no ill to Prince Napoleon but,” Sebastian felt his heart brimming with determination as he took MC’s waist into his gloved hands and squeezed her sides carefully, just as he used to do when the pair were happy together - before Napoleon came into the picture - “But tell me, Princess, what can I say to convince you that you are making a mistake with him? What can I offer you for you to take me back?” The prince brought his left hand up to his one true love’s cheek and cradled it gently, gazing into her eyes and hoping she could see the sea of love which flowed within him for her.
“Walk with me?” MC’s voice was quiet, unsure as she asked.
“To the ends of the earth if you wished me to,” he took her hand and squeezed reassuringly before he led her deeper into the gardens, passing pristine roses and perfect chrysanthemums as they walked. The couple walked in silence, the sounds of the party long forgotten when they stopped beside a small patch of white lilies,
“You kept them?” The princess knelt down to touch the flowers’ petals delicately, her eyes slightly widened at the sight of her flower, the symbol on her personal crest. She laughed a little self-deprecatingly, “I thought you would’ve had them dug out and replaced.”
“And take you from my garden? My lady,” Sebastian offered MC his hand but the princess stumbled over her high heels, falling forward and on top of Sebastian who landed on his back in the grass with a soft thud. The prince grinned up at MC who was straddling his waist, letting one of his hands linger on her side and the other reach up to caress her hair, “My lady the day I lose sight of you is the day I cease to see anything. You are my entire world.”
Princess MC gasped softly, blushing at Prince Sebastian’s admission as she felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes again, “I’ve been so blind,” she whimpered, lowering her torso to hug her former lover tightly; a hug that was returned without hesitation. “I- I,” the young lady was crying against Sebastian’s fine suit now, her breath ragged and her heart beating hard in her chest, “I’ve loved you all this t-time, Sebas.”
“And I’ve waited for you, Princess,” his hand stroked her smooth hair, his steady pulse skipping like skimming stones across a lake when MC pulled back to press a kiss to his yearning lips. Sebastian reciprocated her kiss, his slate grey eyes closing before as he continued to kiss her as he’d been longing to over the agonisingly long year that she had been seeing her other suitor, his hands now both cradling her face. The young man broke away from his ladylove’s lips, smiling at her with all of his natural charm, “Stay with me, MC. Don’t return to France on that man’s arm with his ring on your finger. Instead,” Sebastian rolled the pair of them over so he now hovered above his beloved, pulling a simple golden ring adorned with a single sapphire from his breast pocket, “Please accept this.”
“My ring …” the princess gasped in awe, nodding carefully and breaking out into the brightest of smiles when the prince slid the ring onto her left ring finger, “You kept it with you?”
“As I said,” Prince Sebastian grinned, kissing the ring in its rightful place on MC’s hand before placing another kiss onto her lips, “I’ve been waiting for you to return to my arms.”
This is a repost of a request! I hope you guys and the requester @ifthiswingscouldfly enjoy this ask once again.
Napoleon Bonaparte, there was not a day he could go without kissing you. In the mornings, when you’d wake up later than him, the lazy mornings are filled with slow kisses as he trailed those kisses over your neck and ears, loving the way you curled up to him as he wrapped his larger arm around you. His kisses are longing, slow, but always filled with love for you.
Isaac Newton, his kisses are not without hesitation. His usual affections consist of holding your hand, or leaning on your shoulder once he tires of his research. Isaac’s kisses… are for those moments when he truly desires you. In those moments he wishes to see no one but you, he holds your waist in one hand with another hand drawing you up to lock you in his kiss.
Arthur Conan Doyle, how he loves to kiss you to tease you. His kisses are quick, his soft lips making your skin flutter as you were held in his lap. You’d always feel the warm goosebumps as the coffee scent of Arthur began imprinting onto you, but how could you resist the gentleman when he’d always kiss your hand when he greets you? Or, in his bed, the melting kisses that simply draw you into him…
Dazai Osamu, his kisses favour towards kisses that surprise you, often kissing you before he leaves or when he arrives. The quick pecks on your nose, the breath of his whisper to the kiss on the tips of your ear, the press of his lips to the corner of your mouth… Those feelings would warm you up throughout the day, but his favourites would be the longing lip lock he gives you only in your shared bedroom.
Theodorus Van Gogh, to him, kisses are a form of reassurance. Morning kisses goodbye meant that you were wishing him well. Kisses to the tips of your fingers are promises to return to you. Kisses to your forehead are his way of telling that everything will be alright. Kisses to your neck are promises that he’ll spend the night with you. His most intimate kiss, to your ring finger, is a promise to wed you.
Vincent Van Gogh, he has the urge to kiss you every day. Not so much as a requirement from you, but a need for him. Whether it be a kiss to your forehead, a kiss to your palm or a loving kiss to your lips, it’s a need that he ever so indulges in. In those times where you allow to give him one bite, he’ll compensate you by a thousand fold in kisses instead. It’s locked in his heart, but the kiss he anticipates the most is the one he gets to share with you once you’re married.
Leonardo Da Vinci, how he’s a fan of lazy kisses. His kisses are slow, meaningful, and usually given with much care and thought. On days he’s active, he gives the quick kiss on the cheek as a farewell. However, having you in his arms, your head against his chest as you both drift off into a siesta. Just as you wake up, he bestows a very sleepy kiss as he holds you closer, perhaps for another nap session…
Jean D'Arc, his kisses are only given when he’s alone with you. He’ll do anything else to keep you close, for others to understand that he was yours whether it be holding your hand or standing next to you. How his heart flutters when he has you in his bed, and you grant him a kiss before sleeping. The most honorable of kisses to him would be when he bends the knee, your hand to his lips as he swears to be your knight forever.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, his kisses are secretive yet filled with such passion that it causes you to get dizzy at times. Even when you two are alone, he keeps his kisses for the most intimate of moments, when he’s desperate for your touch, and when he needs to confide in you. His kisses are feverish, as his kiss demands for more of you with his arms wrapped around you.
Sebastian, his kisses are quick throughout the day, as both of you are busy. Often no one notices them, but he’ll peck your forehead instead of flicking it when you do a good job. Kisses that he finds pleasure in giving are when you’re on his lap, and he has your neck tilted to pepper kisses up along your neck to your jaw, smothering you in affection when you two are alone.
Comte Saint Germain, he shamelessly loves to kiss you. In his office, he doesn’t mind whoever walks in when he has you there, loving him so passionately. He often leans to kiss the tips of your ears as a way of teasing, or kissing the edges of your wrists as a way of promising you. The kiss on your lips that leave you breathless however, is a special promise from him to give you even more throughout the night.
William Shakespeare, doesn’t typically initiate kisses. They’re sacred to him, as if you two would only be united by true love’s kiss as the story goes. He’s no stranger to physical affection, but he’d never let anyone see him kiss you. It’s his personal method of devotion, as he’s on his knees to kiss your palm before your bed, finally pressing his own lips against yours.
Vlad, his kisses signify that you’re his and he’s yours. It’s almost as a status symbol, the way he leans to press a kiss to your forehead as his one arm is by your waist. For as much as your relationship was public, he loves to sneak kisses the way he used to when he was courting you, where he’d be on the window sill to sneak a kiss, or in the garden alone, as he uses his large coat to shield you both as he locks lips with you.
Johann Georg Faust, he was a prideful man, a smug one at that. How impressive it was, to see him fall apart at your kisses, to see his arms immediately coddle you as you bestow him a kiss, standing at the ball of your foot to reach him, his large hand cradling your head to deepen the kiss. It’s an action he’d only allow with you saying you want it, he’s not one for surprise kisses for as much as you were his own precious surprise.
Charles-Henri Sanson, he’s utterly shameless with his kiss. Sometimes when Faust demands to talk to him, he’d busy himself buried in the crook of your neck, peppering butterfly kisses up and down before reaching your collarbone, further busying himself with the scent of you. All he wants is to trap you in his arms as he deepens the kiss between you two, his soft hairs tickling your cheek…
Good evening / morning / afternoon my lovelies! It’s day 4 of the Shookspeare christmas spectacular mini series and today we have Jean - how exciting ^^ I am super proud of this one & I just love Jean sm,, I hope you all enjoy reading this and ofc the rest of my works!
- JJ x
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Il est né le divin enfant, Jean D’Arc x MC
A pure white blanket of snow lay thick over the hills and fields of the countryside just outside of Paris, and cool breezes fluttered in the air around the couple who travelled together on horseback. Jean and MC eventually reached a quiet, quaint, secluded field and dismounted their beautiful horses and letting them run freely around the fenced pasture. MC gently took Jean’s gloved hand in her own and kissed it softly, causing a beautiful rose coloured blush to heat his pale cheeks.
The soldier gazed at his lover inquisitively when she took off, running to the centre of the snow covered meadow and laid down amongst the thousands cold, pearlescent snowflakes. Jean hastily approached her and shrugged off his protective winter cloak from his shoulders and held it out towards the beautiful lady on the ground, “Mademoiselle. If you must lie upon the floor, I insist that you lay on my cape. I cannot have you becoming ill.” It was at that point, he noticed that his dearest MC was moving her arms and legs in the most peculiar of manners, “Pray tell, mademoiselle, what are you doing? Are you hurt?” His voice was panicked as she shifted in the snow, however, his worries seemed to melt away when he took account of the delightful smile on her soft lips.
“I’m making a snow angel, Jean! Come on, you should make one too.” MC reached her hands up towards him, encouraging her fiancé to join her on the ground - But the inky haired man stood still, his boots feeling like bricks upon his feet, “What’s wrong, Jean?”
“I,”the Frenchman’s voice caught in his throat when he tried to speak, so much so that he could only reply in a whisper, “I don’t know how to. And I wouldn’t wish to displease you if I should happen to fail.”
The angelic woman in the snow’s smile drooped and her arms dropped to meet her torso as she thought deeply, “I’ll teach you.”
Jean nodded in reply, lying down next to her, his head turning to the side so their gazes could meet, “D ’accord: Please teach me.”
“Well, um,” MC hummed softly, her eyes still watching her lover carefully, “You out your arms and legs out to make a star shape then,” She demonstrated, giggling as she moved her limbs through the thick snow, “You spread the snow like this - Towards and away from your body.”
The youngman next to her copied her actions, his face straight in concentration as he did so. “What’s the next step, mon ange?” He asked quietly after he’s stopped, satisfied that he’s probably done enough.
“Stand up and you’ll see, mon coeur.”
At her commandment, Jean stood up and gazed down at where he’d just been - An angel shape lay in the snow where his body once was and another hot blush flooded onto his cheeks, “MC, how is this possible? I am no angel -” The words had barely left Jean’s mouth when the wind was practically knocked out of him by his fiancee who hugged him so incredibly tightly from the side.
summary: A peek into family-life in the Shakespeare household. Featuring Will’s precocious young daughter and her first day of school. rating:g genre: wholesome / slight crack / fluff notes: written for @ikesimp100 as part of @ikemenlibrary’s Ikevamp Gift Exchange
[⚜️IkeVamp⚜️ Fic] Under the Table (Jean x Reader){NSFW}
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Ok I’m not sure if anyone has done this before but I’m a sucker (no pun intended) for imagining Reader give Jean a BJ under the table during dinner so I wrote a fic about it.
Also I started this fic a while before I began playing Jean’s route (which was literally around 14 minutes after it came out xD), and I’m not too far into his story yet, which means that I would appreciate if you didn’t include spoilers when correcting me about any inaccurate details, since I want to find out about them myself.
One evening at around 8:30, peaceful silence was interrupted by the sound of footsteps bouncing off the mansion walls as the residents hastily bustled into the dining hall. This wasn’t a rare scene during dinner time, since at this hour, many of the vampires were hungry and more than willing to eat a hearty supper. Sebastian was in the kitchen as expected, pouring drinks and preparing the feast as the others took their usual seats and began conversing amongst themselves.
However, something was out of the ordinary. Unlike on most evenings, Jean appeared to have arrived before any of the others had, a rare sight to behold. Though what seemed even more startling was that you were the absentee this time. Well, at least that’s how it seemed to the rest.
Unbeknownst to the others, you were most definitely in the room. Crouched underneath the table between Jean’s long legs, you eyed the prominent bulge in the midnight haired vampire’s pants. Your (color) eyes wandered up to his face from under the long table cloth that was oh so conveniently veiling you from anybody else’s sight, but gave you the best view of Jean from below.
For what reason were the two of you in this position? Ever since you and Jean had gotten together, you had been trying to get him to come out of his shell little by little. It eventually started off with baby steps, such as joining everyone during mealtimes or becoming more social with less familiar residents, and before you knew it, you had even managed to persuade him into attending a party. Even though he remained at your side the entire time, it was great progress nonetheless. Though while you cherished every second of this journey alongside him, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander into more… otherworldly depths.
Intimacy was something that both of you shared and enjoyed equally, but experimentation was a fairly new subject for both of you. However, you weren’t opposed to it at all, and Jean was always silently content with the subtle strings that you’d pull. It was only a matter of time before you came up with a terrifying yet absolutely brilliant idea: You were going to take a steeper step this time by deepthroating him under the dinner table.
Of course, Jean seemed hesitant at first, and you understood. After all, this was a huge thing for him, and he usually wasn’t a big fan of such intimately drastic measures. However, you were his everything, and he absolutely adored you with all his being. It didn’t take long for him to oblige to your request, cheeks flushed a darling pink as he pictured you beneath him under the table cloth, your lips wrapped around his member as you sucked him dry while he desperately held in his dirty moans, trying his hardest not to attract suspicion from the others…
And here you were, on your hands and knees beneath him, just as he’d imagined. You couldn’t help but grin up at him in excitement; this was absolutely thrilling, and the chances of getting caught were so scary yet arousing, and with Jean above you, so tall and mighty… you couldn’t help but melt under his gaze. His violet eye was hesitant, but you could tell that he wanted this as much as you did. Bliss.
Soon the room fell silent while the sound of steel wheels skidded across the floor. Sebastian stopped the cart and cleared his throat.
“Dinner is served,” he announced as he began setting the hot dishes on the dining table.
While Sebastian served the residents, Comte scanned the room, a look of concern evident on his usually calm face.
“Before we begin eating, has any of you seen (Name) anywhere? It’s unlikely of her to be this late,” he said, earning a slight hum of thought from the others.
Panic engulfed your mind as you stared up at Jean who grunted ever so slightly at the flaxen haired gentleman’s question. While he usually avoided speaking to Comte, he couldn’t afford to out you, especially in such an embarrassing position.
“She’s…” he began. “…not feeling too well. She told me that she has a stomachache of some sort.”
A concerned murmur filled the room.
“Stomach ache?” Vincent inquired worriedly. “Will she be ok?”
Jean nodded, ignoring the lump in his throat.
“Yes. I have given her medicine to help her feel better. She said that she’ll rest for the time being,” he responded.
Despite the pit of doubt in both of your stomachs, you and Jean breathed a sigh of relief when the others bought into that little fib.
As the chatter commenced again, scrumptious aromas that wafted in the air made your mouth water, but you had a job to do. A very importantjob.
You looked up to see Jean staring ahead at what you assumed was the food, and while you could tell that he was hungry, so we’re you. You lightly poked his bulge with your index, smirking when you felt him shudder. Jean’s little reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Mozart, who sat nearby with an eyebrow raised at his friend’s behavior, but decided to let it go and resume his feasting. Sebastian also passed by but only nodded at Jean as silent encouragement to begin eating.
Jean sighed in relief once more before looking it you with an almost pleading expression. You giggled into your palm before resuming playtime.
Bringing your fingertips to your mouth, you slowly slid your tongue along them, all the while gazing seductively at the man above you. He gulped at the naughty sight and you could’ve sworn that his pants seemed a bit tighter than they were a few seconds before. Eager to tease, you rubbed your wet digits along his clothed member and smirked when you felt his hips jerk.
The warmth of your saliva was almost too much for Jean, who practically had to grit his teeth in order to keep himself from groaning your name. He was so sensitive and you loved it. Without thought, you wrapped your fingers around the zipper of his pants and slid it down with a loud ZZZZIIIP!!!
Unfortunately the sound of conversation and the clatter of cutlery wasn’t enough to drown out the noise. You and Jean’s eyes widened when the room fell dead silent again. It wasn’t until Theo spoke that the tension rose ever so slightly.
“What was that noise?” He asked and looked around with narrowed eyes. “Did someone’s fly just open?”
“Beats me,” Arthur responded before immediately changing the subject. “But all I care about right now is eating until I’m stuffed. Hey Napoleon, could you pass the salt?”
“Of course,” replied the raven haired man, smirking to himself while he sneakily handed the pepper to Arthur, who unawarely sprinkled it onto his food.
While this was happening, Jean leaned a bit lower to speak to you.
“Mademoiselle, I would appreciate it if you were a bit more careful,” he said in a hushed whisper. “We were very close to getting caught, especially this time.”
You gently pressed a finger against his lips.
“Just sit back and relax Jean,” you cooed. “Let me handle this~”
The indigo haired male had no choice but to abide by your words. He inhaled shakily before sitting back in his chair, patiently waiting for your next move.
Pushing stray locks of hair behind your ear, you leaned down and pressed a kiss against his pelvis, trailing lower and lower until your lips touched his shaft, still clothed beneath the cotton of his underwear. You looked up at him yet again with that same glint in your eyes, the glint that he knew all too well. You were going to misbehave.
As he stared ahead in anticipation, Napoleon noticed the lack of food on his friend’s plate.
“Hey Jean,” he said. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
Jean flinched at the question and immediately sat upright.
“Y-Yes. I-I was just trying to decide on what to try first,” he responded, hastily reaching over to grab a serving of rotisserie chicken.
His green eyed friend blinked.
“Alright then,” said Napoleon, still a tad suspicious of Jean’s strange behavior as he eyed him for a little while before going back to conversing with Leonardo.
Jean was about to begin eating until he felt something warm and wet engulf his member. He inhaled sharply and flinched at the sudden sensation, awkwardly biting his thumb to stifle an embarrassing moan that threatened to spill from his throat. His eye flitted down to you and widened.
You were already taking him so well, with your mouth stretched out to fully wrap around his thick veiny cock while you rested your hands on his muscular thighs for support. But what really arose something in him was when your eyes finally met his. It was almost as if time stopped, and Jean couldn’t help but bite his lip in desperation. This was so sinful yet so… irresistible. It overwhelmed him immensely. Though Jean was stubborn, and was in no mood to give in to his carnal desires so easily. Putting on a stoical face, he grabbed his fork and knife and dug in.
The rotisserie was delicious, probably the best he’d ever tasted to this day. Though the movements of his hands as he cut the pieces with the fork and knife were very rigid, almost as if he was hyper-focused on making them look natural. His eyes were narrowed in concentration and his eyebrows furrowed as his teeth dug into his lower lip. This may have looked strange to those unaware of your little tryst, but you both knew the truth behind his peculiar actions.
Though despite his desperate suppression, he felt much more at ease with the lack of unwanted attention in his direction. His thighs eased ever so slightly and he eventually leaned back into the chair, hands relaxing onto the table while his eye glazed over as he relished your touch from under the table.
However, this moment of solace was soon interrupted by Leonardo’s voice, causing Jean to spring upright again.
“So Jean,” said Leonardo. “I hope you don’t mind me asking but what compelled you to join us for dinner tonight? Usually you stay in your room if (Name) is unable to tag along for some reason.”
His eyes could have been deceiving him, but Jean could’ve sworn that he noticed an almost menacing smirk on your face through his peripheral vision before you engulfed his cock with your mouth again. The lump in his throat only swelled as you quickened your pace, tightening your lips around his huge length to egg him on.
“I-I felt,” the blue haired man gulped. “I f-felt like I would be w-wasting… h-her effort if I didn’t do as I had p-promised.”
Leonardo raised a curious eyebrow.
“Promised?” He asked.
Jean nodded and sent you an almost unnoticeable glare with his lust-glazed eye before looking back at the inventor. This time he inhaled shakily to maintain his already cracking composure, subconsciously bucking his hips against your lips as you continued to deepthroat him.
“I-I had promised her that I would t-try my hardest to— to overcome my distaste f-for interaction with o-others… a-and that I-I would try to b-be more so—social,” he responded, toes curling in frustration.
While Leonardo seemed taken aback by Jean’s disposition, he could tell that the lesser vampire had no intention of explaining his situation any further. So, with a nod, Leonardo resumed his dinner, despite the evident curiousity on his handsome face.
Jean couldn’t help but scowl slightly. Of all the dinner times he’d spent with the other residents, why was was it tonight that his housemates found his actions and affairs so interesting? Perhaps it was because of his red hot cheeks, or his stuttered words, yet he couldn’t do anything about them even if he’d tried.
This wasn’t easy for you either. It was very difficult for you to stifle your gagging and panting, the wet sound your mouth made as it devoured Jean’s enormous throbbing cock like it was your last meal. Though it was so delicious and oh, so filling.
As you feasted on him, Jean closed his eyes and bit his lip, gripping the silverware tightly in his gloved palms, his cheeks flushed like roses. The sudden feeling of your teeth grazing against his long shaft sent a bolt of ecstasy down his spine, and it was only a matter of his sharp instincts that he stifled a gasp with his trembling hand while the other dropped the fork and clenched the table.
Comte looked up from his plate at Jean’s sudden reaction to lord knows what. Jean’s strange behavior hadn’t gone unnoticed by him, and despite the soldier’s unwillingness to cooperate with him, Comte couldn’t help the growing longing that urged him to find out what troubled him. Jean felt Comte’s gaze upon him and returned it with an icy glare that was intimidating enough to send a chill down anybody’s spine. Despite this, the golden haired man responded with a calm smile before returning to his meal.
While this happened, all you were focused on was bringing Jean the pleasure he deserved. Your fingers continued to add stimulation by caressing the base of his shaft and around his scrotum before trailing along his leather clad thigh, which only added to your frustrations thanks to your aching desire to see him fully bare in front of you. You watched him gaze absentmindedly at the food in front of him, fork and knife still in his hands as he shakily ate. It was clear as day that he had no intention of looking down; the scene under the table cloth would’ve been too much for him, and he obviously wouldn’t allow anyone to find you somehow. This was for him only.
It wasn’t long until he felt himself nearing his end, and without thinking, he put the knife in his right hand down on the table and brought his palm down to your head, burying his gloved fingers in your hair as he began thrusting in your mouth. You forced yourself not to choke on his hugeness as you swallowed him whole, looking up at him with teary eyes. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were just as moist as your own while he squinted down at the edge of the table, still unable to meet your gaze. The sturdiness of his strong feet was the only thing keeping the chair from rocking with each sharp thrust of his hips as his massive cock ravaged your throat.
You were so overcome by love and lust that you wrapped your arms around his waist, urging him to thrust even further into your aching throat. You shut your eyes tightly due to the mere forcefulness of his movements while all worries of being noticed by the other residents completely clouded with ecstasy.
Jean noticed this and felt his lips curl into a rare smirk, full of unusual pride about the effect that he had on you. As a result, he increased his speed, pushing your head lower so that your face was completely pressed against his pelvis as the thickness of his member abused your poor throat at a jawbreaking pace that made your vision go white.
This was your punishment for serenading him, and needless to say, no mercy was involved.
With each eternal moment, Jean grew nearer and nearer to attaining bliss, and eventually, after what seemed like hours…
“H-HNNN—NNGH—!!”
Jean stifled a gasp through gritted teeth and clenched your hair tightly as his lava hot semen flooded your mouth and coated your throat. You clenched his thighs in response to his sudden release, seeing stars at the salty taste of his warm milk.
The soldier’s eyes remained screwed shut while he shakily gasped for air, gradually coming down from his immense high. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes that he noticed everybody’s perplexed gazes fixed on him.
“Jean? Is everything alright?” Asked Napoleon, concern lacing his voice.
Jean was too disoriented to react normally and merely blinked in response.
“You’ve been acting incredibly bizarre this entire evening, surely something must be wrong,” Mozart added while he eyed his friend skeptically.
The midnight haired man’s eyes widened and his heart began to race. Though, a silent caress of your hand upon his trembling thigh was enough to ease his mind, and he managed to subdue the anxiety that tread upon him.
“You misunderstand. I was merely holding back a sneeze, is all,” he responded. “I may have caught a cold myself.”
Dazai released a sigh.
“Ah, what a shame. First (Name)-san gets a mysterious stomach ache and now you have a cold,” he said wistfully. “It must be something in the air…”
“Or an odd coincidence,” muttered Arthur under his breath, averting his gaze from Dazai.
“But the bright side is that you and (Name) have eachother,” said Vincent. “With a bond as strong as yours, nothing can bring either of you down.”
Thanks to Vincent’s kind words and angelic smile, the tension seemed to ease at last, much to your relief.
“You’re completely right Broer,” Theo replied with a fond twinkle in his crystalline eyes.
Suddenly, the moment was interrupted by the sound of Leonardo’s chair being pushed back before he stood.
“Well, I’m done,” he said. “So I’m going to go sleep now. Goodnight.”
A few well wishes were heard as the tall vampire exited the room, followed by most of the other residents, until the only people remaining were yourself, Jean, and Sebastian. Of course, you were still concealed beneath the tablecloth, however to Jean, you were the only thing that he could see; to him, your beauty glowed even brighter than the moon in the sky. Your lips were still slightly parted due to how hard he’d facefucked you, and it didn’t help that the pleasure from it all left your vision clouded with ineffable lust. With the faintest of smiles, he reached down to cup your cheek in his palm and gently caressed your wet lips with his gloved thumb.
“You did so well mon amour,” he whispered in the most endearing tone that only made your cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson.
You bit your lip and brought your hand up to rest upon his own. How could anybody be so perfect? You could never fathom it.
“Excusez-moi, monsieur Jean,” Sebastian’s voice caused both of you to flinch slightly in surprise. “Are you finished with your meal?”
It was then that Jean looked down at his plate and realized that he hadn’t finished the large serving of chicken that he’d so desperately tried to eat in order to mask his situation. Despite his low appetite, wasting it didn’t feel right to him, especially since he had only taken a few bites out of it.
Jean shook his head.
“I am not finished yet,” he said before picking up the cutlery in front of him.
Sebastian nodded and, after swiftly gathering the dirty dishes, he left the room, leaving you and Jean alone at last.
Before you could do anything, you felt your chin being lifted, and eventually found yourself staring up into Jean’s deep purple eye, dark as the night sky. After a few seconds it lowered and your (color) orbs followed it, only for your lips to release a soft gasp. His cock was hard as a rock once more, the veins so prominent that they looked like they had been carved out of stone, glistening slightly from the wetness of his previous release.
You reluctantly tore your gaze to look up at him once again and blushed even more at the sight above you. His lips formed that same proud smirk from earlier, and all you could do was listen to the deep baritone of his voice as he whispered his desires to you, his palm still cupping your cheek.
