[dmselettes]

lohen's eyes were practically gleaming with sheer joy of unmistakable twisted arousal when your hand came into contact with the soft skin of his cheek, making his head turn sharply to the side as a loud slap fills the air around you. the absolute audacity of this man — after everything he had put you through tonight, after you had to deal with his bordeline cruel remarks and digs the whole way back to the headquarters of the knights of favonius as you were returning from a patrol, after your strings of wavering patience finally snapped, he had the audacity to give you that look — that disgustingly excited gaze, fixated on your angry face.

"good aim, bunny," the young man's voice was trembling with something you couldn't really identity at first and you were almost terrified to find out. lohen let out a sound, something between a strangled laugh and a whimper he immediately masked with a caugh. "though next time you can try adding a bit more strenght."

your eyes squinted, taking in his expression, the way his lean body hidden under layers of clothing seemed to be strangely stiff and legs now crossed over each other with faux nonchalance, hiding his growing issue.

"you're a freak." you exclaimed and even though the tone of your voice carried with enough disgust, you could feel your own cheeks warming up as a rush of blood flooded your face.

lohen's lips curled into a grin. "already psychoanalysing me?" you didn't flinch when his head leaned forward, lips almost touching the sensitive shell of your ear. "how sweet... but i fear your research on my mental state will have to wait for another time."

the young man simply departed, once at the door, turning his head back to flash your taken aback self a twisted smile of strange happiness.

"until then, practice a bit on your slaps for me, would you? i liked it today, but i'm sure you can do much better."

[dmselettes]

hare! hybrid lohen x bunny reader breathe if u agree

[dmselettes]

at first, columbina doesn't recognize the flutter of her delicate heart as something meaningful. of course — your presence makes her lips curl up a tiny bit more, especially when she sees your bright, almost shy expression as you visit the silvermoon hall once again, hurrying up to where she finds herself resting at the moment. she enjoys watching you play with your fingers as you wonder if sitting down next to her is a proper thing to do. but that's not something somebody like her should wonder about and she knows a body from flesh and blood, no matter if mortal or divine, feels from time to time.

but what columbina doesn't seem to understand, is just why her breath hitches in her throat, gentle notes of the lullaby flowing effortlessly from her lips stopping absurdly when you mention name of one of your companions. the damselette's soft hands placed on her lap curl into fists as she listens to your rambles she grew to enjoy, welcoming with a warm smile and nod even. the comfortable sensation she got used to feeling is suddenly gone — no, this isn't anything like the sweet feeling she wanted to relish in.

she doesn't understand at all. why would you feel the need to talk about some insignificant figure you just happen to work along side with, when you could continue with your sweet describtions of the sky outside, your favorite meals you wanted to feed her, or even novels from neighbor nations? why would you chose words that make her heart tighten with something she doesn't even properly understand herself?

no, this isn't how things are supposed to be. this isn't how columbina wishes to spend her no longer peaceful days, sprawled across the soft blue flowers while her heart twists so painfully. it doesn't take long before she sees you again — standing in front of her with a friendly smile as you greet the damselette. and so she speaks, quietly but surely. her words are gentle like the melody you swear to hear all over around as she's careful to voice her thoughts and pure, innocent feelings out loud without making too much noise.

her smile widens when your cheeks flush soft pink, then red. ah, so you do know what that flutter of her heart means. columbina gently rests her head on your shoulder that night, listening to your breathing and steady heartbeat as her fingers trace various symbols on your thigh. there's no need to mention anything about the negative side of her emotions, there's no need to ruin your precious peace with something so awful as informing you about the not so divine plans slowly but surely taking over her mind.

as long as the moonlight tickles your skin when she's not physically present, as long as the soft lullaby of hers occupies your head and reminds you of where you belong, no drastic meassures needs to be taken. and for your own good, staying oblivious to certain motives behind her gentle notes is the easiest path to true peace.

[loriannbowman]

Longing lesbianism reader who confesses to Columbina that she has fallen in love with the moon, not realizing Columbina is a moon goddess. She confesses her love and says she wishes to give a kiss to the moon in a act of pure love and devotion. Columbina says that the moon would certainly be flattered before giving a gentle kiss upon reader's cheek, a sign of just "kindness" and nothing else obviously.

[dmselettes]

phainon who just cannot keep his hands to himself no matter what he does — if he's anywhere near you ( and bet he's gonna be practically glued to your hip any free second he gets for himself ), expect to suffer from the consequences of your actions ( read: falling in love with him ). the ever powerful, well respected & charming chrysos heir is throwing himself on the hard ground the second he sees you sitting down, peacefully resting and minding your own business. he's clinging to your knees, thighs, pressing himself impossibly close and nuzzling that handsome face of his deeper into your lap — you can't really see his expression, but by this time he's allowing you to see this carefree, open side of his, you know what kind of annoying boyish grin he's trying to hide. not that you mind it of course, but then you feel his teeth playfully slide across the skin of your thigh and that's when he quickly gets on his feet with a series of teasing chuckles, watching you go after him.

[dmselettes]

something about aventurine being a pleasure dom during your first nights together feels just right — he can be everything you want him to be. tugging on your hair, pressing face into the pillow to muffle your pleasure filled moans ? he can do that. press his lips all over your body, head to toe, leave marks and soft bruises on your skin ? he can also do that. but when it comes to you asking to touch him intimately, is where aventurine draws the line invisible to your eyes. he's fine with being used like a tool, mare toy for you to find joy and excitement in but when he feels your hands wander over his chest, maybe thighs — he's moving back, putting a significant space between you two, as if the gentle touch of your fingers burned. you don't see it, or maybe you're too far into worrying at the moment but while he reassures you in a hushed, nonchalant tone that he is in fact alright and whatever you just saw meant nothing, his left hand is hidden behind his back, trembling violently — but don't worry. he'll laugh it off, distract you with a few move kisses and everything will be okay.

[dmselettes]

to his own dislike, aventurine doesn't know just where to stop when it comes to you. letting you sit on his lap when he's at the poker table, grinning from ear to ear at anyone who's gaze falls on you because he knows you're something they can't ever afford having themselves.

allowing your hands to fix his attire, fingers play with any shiny accessories he's wearing at the moment, trace his jawline with your nails when you think his attention is elsewhere for too long — but when your hands slip under his dress shirt to caress stomach and dig deeper into his waist teasingly just before you two are suppose to leave the apartment? oh well, that's where he draws the line.

sure, who is he to take away the fun and giggles he loves to see in your body language when you're feeling all content and happy on his account? but when you think he'd allow you to play with him right before something so important as the ipc meeting he was supposed to attend in 30 minutes, he's there to remind you just how wrong you are.

aventurine knows he should be probably annoyed at least a bit when the half of an hour quickly turns into two full hours, your clothing messily hanging over your shoulders and trembling lips whimpering into his ear, but the said meeting is now completly forgotten and all he can focus on is just how good and warm you feel around him.

[dmselettes]

if there was something arlecchino craved to do outside of having a calming cup of coffee over the morning newspaper as chirping of the birds outside flooded the main living room in her house, it was getting you pregnant.

oh archons, how dearly she wished to be able to do so — and yet, all she could rely on was that stupid strap fixed around her hips, rutting deep into your cunt as your mouth hung open with a few choked out sounds leaving you here and there.

"breathe," she ordered, tone leaving no place for any possible denial from your fucked out self, barely getting any oxygen into your weak lungs. peruere's hands holding your hips against the hard desk of her office table loosened their grip, one moving up to your waist instead while the other one cupped your heating up cheek.

"(name)," rough yet now slightly disturbed words were heard from the woman as her hips slowed down in their relentless pace. "take a deep breath for me, cara."

you mewled out something she didn't quite catch onto but hearing the ever soft inhale was enough for her to let out a breath on het own, relieved you weren't too far gone in pleasure to accidentaly get hurt in the process — how could she live with herself after, if her beloved wife choked right in her very arms?

"t-too much—" a whimper left your glistening lips, saliva at the corner of your mouth threatning to roll down your trembling chin. arlecchino's hand which was holding onto your face till now trailed down the path across your pretty neck, bare chest and then settled on the cute little bulge where the strap hit your sweet spot.

"you have no idea," she didn't seem to care about your pathetic whines at all as she lowered her upper body against yours, face beside your head while her lips caressed the side of your face as she spoke lowly. "no idea, just how much i want you to carry my children."

it could've been because you were already high on pleasure, mind clouded with want and all rational thoughts seemed to completly disappear. when you finally spoke up a proper sentence, arlecchino's body tensed.

"fill me up... baby please just fill me up..."

oh you poor thing, you didn't had to tell her twice.

[dmselettes]

she bent her head down, tongue moving slowly against your core, teasing, exploring each sensitive spot and listening to just how sweetly you moaned and squirmed beneath her. arlecchino relished in the sound, adoring the way your body trembled — and the fact it was all because of her doings.

you tasted good on her tongue and she found herself indulging in your sweetness, wanting to feel more of you and to claim you completely and whole. her hands remained gripping your thighs, holding you in place firmly as she continued her ministrations — touch growing both more skillful and desperate with each stroke, each movement as she learned the way your body responded so nicely.

"come on, let me hear you." the tone of her raspy voice vibrating against your flesh was gentle yet commanding at the same time. it seemed as if nothing was loud enough — as if she needed to hear your voice right next to her ear, whimpering loudly her name over and over as she guided you to the final blow of ecstasy.

even in your hazy state, mind full of nothing but pure pleasure and eyes barely peeking through your eyelashes, you couldn't help but notice how utterly beautiful she looked in this moment. long white hair usually tied back in a loose ponytail now sprawled over her bare shoulders, bangs sticking to her forehead with sweat. cursed hands with long painted nails pressing onto your thighs to keep them open for her and then those eyes.

those scarily gorgeous eyes watching your every little reaction, whether good or bad. a shiver ran down your spine as you threw your head back against the pillows — normally, the woman's gaze was already off-putting and bordeline frightening enough but now? when her whole undivided attention was set on your sounds and movements only? the fear coursing through your veins was delicious and it didn't take long before you came undone on her relentless tongue.

"peruere..." a small mewl left yours lips as your body completly melted against her sheets in exhaustion. her hands never moved away from your thighs but her touch felt softer now, fingers caressing small circles against your skin to give you some sense of comfort and let you know she was here.

the woman chuckled, voice heavy with suppressed need. "don't think i'm done with you, pretty girl..." she practically purred as her body leaned down over yours, lips and sharp teeth gently nibbling on your ear.

"the night is still young, don't you think?"

[anya-nya-nya]

If you ever try to resist Aventurine’s attention, he will just guilt trip you. He never was wanted nor loved, so he makes people need him, use him for their own benefit. And now, when he finally finds one person to whom his heart doesn't fear to open fully, he gets.. rejection? The comfort of your love is prohibited for him?

Well, then maybe he should use the same routine for you: if you don't want him, then he would make sure you NEED him. Making you fall into debts that only someone with his savings could pay off, or straight up kidnapping you to lock in his penthouse.

You will need him, not only as the only person you can't talk to, but the source of your survival. Of course he's not the type to be cruel about your imprisonment, so no hard core things like cages or especially chains.. But he will definitely push you to thank him and give him a kiss for satisfying your needs.

[kidicaruslover911]

vampire knight!arlecchino alternative universe headcanons

tw: yandere(?), bodies dropping mysteriously left and right, implied mind manipulation, vampire stuff duh, over usage of the word ‘cold’ 😭WLW!! human reader, nsfw, slight somnophilia, virgin reader, women kissing, eating out, fingering, period sex (scares me so bad but vampire arle would)

a/n: i’m tired 🤎 i could not stop thinking about this so stay with me for a second…. now walk with me.

also let’s pretend arlecchino’s fingernails are short for the smut part and she grows them back later <33

not very descriptive on the blood either sorry! ANYWAYS have these crumbs!

vampire knight!arlecchino, whos been hired by your parents to keep you safe and away from sneaking out to meet with your secret peasant lover, unbefitting for a princess yet under no circumstances do you want to marry the lord that has already been chosen for you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who at first, no one suspects a thing about with such a charming yet strict appearance AND words.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s inanimate heart almost explodes from delight at the first sight of you, archons, the woman could’ve succumbed on the spot.

vampire knight!arlecchino who doesn't understand why you're so cold towards her at first; yes, your parents locked you in this castle, but only because it was necessary, to keep you safe!

vampire knight!arlecchino who literally vows to herself to do everything in her power to always keep you safe and close to her.

vampire knight!arlecchino who will be taking the necessary precautions to keep you away from showing any slight romantic interest in anyone that isn’t her. any kind of interest at all actually.

vampire knight!arlecchino who rigidly abstained herself from the taste of human blood for the longest time now and who’s self control is hanging on by a thread from the moment she lays his eyes you. and yet she perseveres.

vampire knight!arlecchino who you try so much to avoid having any kind of eye contact with because her lifeless eyes, tainted with those unusual red ‘x’s as pupils are simply that hypnotizing. she is hypnotizing.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but gawk at the bewitching form of your neck, tender and appetizing but deems herself of too impure of a creature to even allow herself to fantasize about tasting you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who makes sure to force herself to have her fill of wild animals blood, such as rabbits and deers deep into the night, to keep herself from doing anything she might regret later. it is clearly insufficient but she perseveres.

vampire knight!arlecchino who most of the maids are terrorized of and others think behaves strangely yet they cannot pinpoint why or what exactly it is, constantly gossiping about her even though whenever her name find itself on her their tongues, they feel as if they were constantly being watched.

vampire knight!arlecchino who chooses to ignore the gossip as long as they don’t grow too suspicious of her.

vampire knight!arlecchino who lets you escape/sneak out on purpose, only to jumpscare you within your misty surroundings, to ‘sweet talk’ you back into your castle, with her! right where you belong <33

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s senses are naturally heightened, you soon find out that you can’t run, no matter how hard you try :)

vampire knight!arlecchino who is always so gentle, kind and patient with you despite her stoic exterior, she really does try her best even when you lash out at her, cry and beg her to let you go see your lover for just an instant, to let you get some fresh air but alas :(

vampire knight!arlecchino who tries to impress you with her centuries of knowledge on various subjects to humor and entertain you as much as possible (you hate it at first but with time, you can’t help and engage with her out of genuine interest)

vampire knight!arlecchino who always finds ways to relax your fried nerves when you haven’t heard from your lover in an awfully long while. how could you when you’re hardly ever allowed outside?

vampire knight!arlecchino who stays cold and denies diplomatic as ever when the gardener swears to your parents that he has seen her kneel next to a some dead animal, seeming to suck on its ‘soul’ before the first rays of sunlight could reach the woman. your parents strangely yet very simply fired him and the man was never to be seen again. you came to find out later that his body had been found again days after the the events, dismembered, not too far from a dead rabbit who’s fur has been tainted with its own blood, stemming from the unmistakable imprint of a pair of fangs.

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides that the maids won’t be necessary to accommodate you for certain tasks anymore; she has better taste when it comes to choosing your dresses for you and she knows how to style hair anyway and! she has your parents approval :)) which she may or may not have swayed to have them agree with her

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides to let you out to get that fresh air but only with her accompanying you at all times and never outside of the castle’s gates.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but see you as her little dress up doll, allowing herself to assist you when getting ready in the morning down to when you get ready for bed.

vampire knight!arlecchino who, whenever you struggle to fall asleep and on your own demand, delicately grazes her nails across your skin, be it your forearm, your nape or down your spine. it was something she had done once and now you can hardly ever rest without it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s aches for your body’s warmth.

vampire knight!arlecchino who may or may not have manipulated your dreams to have you think of her a little more than usual as well.

vampire knight!arlecchino who asks for your permission to lay with you after you had a nightmare to try and comfort you in her arms knowing she cannot offer you any heat. it made you gasp at the first contact yet you decided not to pry.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s permanent cool skin temperature never fails to make you worry for her even though she assures you she feels fine.

vampire knight!arlecchino who encourages you to eat, your sorrow concerning your partner’s disappearance shouldn’t hinder you to gain forces again. she really wants you to have some source of energy.

vampire knight!arlecchino who goes as far as to mimic eating while seeking for every ounce of strength within her to not immediately reject it, simply to have you have consume something.

vampire knight!arlecchino who did such a great job at watching over you that your parents finally trust to leave the castle for a while, meaning that it’ll only be you, her and the maids for a few months (may or may not have swayed them to leave in this one too)

vampire knight!arlecchino who developed a habit of keeping her hand on your lower back which you don’t necessarily hate anymore.

vampire knight!arlecchino who comforts your fragile form within her metallic embrace when you find out your lovers slashed body has been found in a river not too long ago.

vampire knight!arlecchino who shushes you gently, she thinks you shouldn’t waste so many tears on them and that you and this other person simply ‘weren’t meant to be’.

vampire knight!arlecchino who wipes your faces with her frosty yet so careful fingers while whispering that she’s here now and always, that you don’t have to worry your pretty head about anything, that she’ll take care of you and everything else .

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides that she won’t use her powers to have you fall for her. she can tell that you’ve already been struggling a lot not to even when your supposed lover was still alive and she wants to leave that inner battle to yourself.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s face nuzzles deeper and deeper into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as if to try to compose herself; you’re on your period and her senses are tingling ever so highly.

vampire knight!arlecchino who thinks she’s hallucinating when she finally feels you press back against her in your sleep, sweet and delicate noises gracing her ears.

vampire knight!arlecchino who first believes to hear a constrained sigh, a gasp and then; a whimper…a wet dream?

vampire knight!arlecchino who takes her time to observe your troubled frame tucked next to her, the hand she has snuck around your waist hesitant to make itself useful to your pretty ‘problem’.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but wait a little more, before she languidly lets the tip of her nose run up and down your nape, fresh breath blowing against your burning skin, agitating your own breathing pattern before she goes to press one cautious peck up to your nape; another whimper.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s eyes grow heavier and who wants to hear you huff and mewl for her some more before she easily pulls you in by your hips, her cold lips brushing against the shell of your ear shortly before she goes to kiss the side of your neck again, but this time she tends to it truly, she adores you, attacking your collarbone with gentle nips and licks to make it all better, leaving her mark when she internally has to urge herself not to grow her fangs right here and now at your continuous squirming before pulling back momentarily.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has you now wide awake, your own hand guiding her firm ones to caress the curve of your sides in a daze.

vampire knight!arlecchino who whispers into your ear whether you’re certain you want this, the sheepish yet very telling nod of yours seemingly giving her the encouragement she needs to move upwards towards your breasts which her slender fingers squeeze gently, before fondling you attentively through your nightgown, thumbs rubbing and brushing against your already hardened peaks, earning her another stutter; it makes her chuckle and it isn’t long before she flips you over, keeping you in her shadow to finally give her a chance to see what she can make you feel.

vampire knight! arlecchino who knows that she’s your first and who’s glowing red pupils, pale and statuesque being dipped within the moonlights embrace you can’t help but tremble before, motivating the vampire to take her time even more with you, helping you unbutton your gown little by little only leaning down to kiss and nibble at the swell of your bosom peeking over the loosened fabric; kisses being soon replaced with a supple and needy tongue, eagerly swirling around your soft buds with closed eyes one after as you’re left breathlessly struggling against the woman’s strong hold, leaving your hands no other choice but to find a home within her silver curls, involuntarily tugging at their roots which earns you a muffled groan. “do it again”.

vampire knight! arlecchino who kisses deeper and lower along the exposed skin, every inch she can adore, whispering about how perfect and divine you are after each parting sound of her hungry lips, fresh and taunting ones until she feels you tense up just when she’s about to reach your pelvis.

vampire knight! arlecchino who stops immediately even though the scent of your blood keeps tickling, starved system yearning and calling for her senses.

vampire knight! arlecchino who fears that due to her nature her lovemaking has you feeling as if you were bedding a corpse :(

vampire knight!arlecchino who effectively silences you with a first passionately sloppy kiss when you tell her with great embarrassment that you’ve been leaking, having you a simultaneously grace her with a blissful sound of shame as you feel her thigh purposefully press against something in between yours, which leaves you instinctively pulling her closer to you with a whine, desperate to feel her skin against yours and right now you couldn’t care less about its negative temperature, truly. if anything, it only heightens the pleasurable sensations the vampire has yet to gift you and by the way you’re already rolling your hips onto her, no rhythm or experience at all as to how how to bring yourself to your peak, it is clear that despite your very unfortunate situation, neither of you really want to stop.

vampire knight!arlecchino who leaves a trail of long and meaningful pecks down onto the sides of your thighs, one hand resting against the back of your knee which she soon props onto her shoulder, looking up to search for your gaze and seek for your consent one last time. she wants you to say that you want this. the wait is unbearable, her hunger for you insatiable and she has yet to taste you; your messy cunt glistening wet with your juices, throbbing clit that aches to be acknowledged and taken care of and at last…her food. “i want more of you” and your wish is her command.

vampire knight!arlecchino who calls your pussy pretty and cute, asks you whether all of this truly is for her; and you answer again. ‘no need to shy away from me, my dearest’ the vampire tells you to keep watching, that she’s truly flattered as places a kiss on it, licking her lips before blowing some air right after, earning her a sinful shudder and such a desperate plea from you, she can only hum in agreement when she sees your clitoris pulse for her in anticipation.

vampire knight!arlecchino who lets out the most obscene moan as soon as she gets to lap at your swollen entrance and the delightful flow of blood, dark vermilion fluid mixed with your slick smearing across her mouth already and she swears she could cum right now, forcing your thighs to spread wider while maintaining eye contact as she runs her tongue up to your sensitive clit and sucks, a sinful ‘pop’ resonating within the dark of the room along with your pitched mewls which you try to cover with your hand but!

vampire knight!arlecchino who pulls away and warns you that the next time you try to hide from her she’ll stop and have you grind on her thigh all night long without her help, knowing that you have no experience and no idea as to what you’d be doing without her guidance.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tells you to keep your fingers in her hair and pull if you need to. she wants to feel the effect she has on you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who groans into your folds and keeps feasting upon you like the sweet treat that you are, the vibrations of her voice making you buck your hips to her lips, teary eyed and overwhelmed with all that she is offering you, your hand instinctively trying to push her head away; it’s too much.

vampire knight!arlecchino whom your helplessness only makes her devour you deeper, further pulling you down towards her skilled and tingling wet muscle, working your tight cunt obsessively, her thumb entering the picture to apply the right amount of pressure onto your moist pearl, soon enough inserting a first finger which easily slides in while continuously praising you, and then another once again, moving exactly where you need it, as if to prove that you are the only woman she worships. because you are.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s intensified glowing eyes and freezing skin despite the current circumstances have betrayed her true self long ago, hips bucking and fighting against her strength, she leaves you too drunk on her mouth to actually process that you literally have a starving vampire quenching her thirst on you while showing you a whole new underworld and it’s different sensations.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but let her mind wander towards the possibility to turn you into her mate at this very moment, head burried in your heat as she whispers more praises you aren’t really sure to pick up, the melody of your endless cries and heaves drive her intrepid hands to wander and play with your chest once more, your own frantically rushing to intertwine your fingers with one another. by now you’re close and a blabbering mess practically begging for her to take you and officially make you her own.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s fingers curl inward with final intent, now repeatedly hitting a delicate spot inside you at an inhuman speed which has the knot in your stomach release in no time and cum all over her mouth, just like she demands it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides to not turn you yet and keep this conversation for a later time, when you’ll have returned to all your senses.

vampire knight!arlecchino who presses one last kiss against your ankle and who you strangely cannot exactly have any ill feelings for even after discovering the truth. the glow in her eyes is gone now and she makes sure to cover you properly again and ask whether she did anything she shouldn’t have…how strange.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has never felt this satisfied and surprisingly full of in a long time on such an amount of fluids, licking her fingers clean, the same ones she had used to ruin your cunt.

vampire knight!arlecchino who thinks she might get diabetes from how quickly she craves your blood and juices again but given how shaken up it left your body, she digresses. for now.

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides to tell you about how your parents won’t be coming back for….some other day. and the lord who was supposed to marry you as well! everything has been taken care of, just like she promised <33

vampire knight!arlecchino who makes sure to run you a bath and wash you, change the bed sheets later on and run her nails across your skin just how you like it, only then explaining further things about herself and her past.

bonus: vampire knight!arlecchino who has forgotten what actual sweet things (don’t worry you’re sweet enough!) taste like and kisses you whenever you just bit into a fruit or had a sweet treat (it’s her excuse to lick at you a little)

a/n: I don’t think I’ve ever used so many commas in one go omg. thinking about making a part 2 idk

[dmselettes]

if there was something arlecchino craved to do outside of having a calming cup of coffee over the morning newspaper as chirping of the birds outside flooded the main living room in her house, it was getting you pregnant.

oh archons, how dearly she wished to be able to do so — and yet, all she could rely on was that stupid strap fixed around her hips, rutting deep into your cunt as your mouth hung open with a few choked out sounds leaving you here and there.

"breathe," she ordered, tone leaving no place for any possible denial from your fucked out self, barely getting any oxygen into your weak lungs. peruere's hands holding your hips against the hard desk of her office table loosened their grip, one moving up to your waist instead while the other one cupped your heating up cheek.

"(name)," rough yet now slightly disturbed words were heard from the woman as her hips slowed down in their relentless pace. "take a deep breath for me, cara."

you mewled out something she didn't quite catch onto but hearing the ever soft inhale was enough for her to let out a breath on het own, relieved you weren't too far gone in pleasure to accidentaly get hurt in the process — how could she live with herself after, if her beloved wife choked right in her very arms?

"t-too much—" a whimper left your glistening lips, saliva at the corner of your mouth threatning to roll down your trembling chin. arlecchino's hand which was holding onto your face till now trailed down the path across your pretty neck, bare chest and then settled on the cute little bulge where the strap hit your sweet spot.

"you have no idea," she didn't seem to care about your pathetic whines at all as she lowered her upper body against yours, face beside your head while her lips caressed the side of your face as she spoke lowly. "no idea, just how much i want you to carry my children."

it could've been because you were already high on pleasure, mind clouded with want and all rational thoughts seemed to completly disappear. when you finally spoke up a proper sentence, arlecchino's body tensed.

"fill me up... baby please just fill me up..."

oh you poor thing, you didn't had to tell her twice.

[dmselettes]

she bent her head down, tongue moving slowly against your core, teasing, exploring each sensitive spot and listening to just how sweetly you moaned and squirmed beneath her. arlecchino relished in the sound, adoring the way your body trembled — and the fact it was all because of her doings.

you tasted good on her tongue and she found herself indulging in your sweetness, wanting to feel more of you and to claim you completely and whole. her hands remained gripping your thighs, holding you in place firmly as she continued her ministrations — touch growing both more skillful and desperate with each stroke, each movement as she learned the way your body responded so nicely.

"come on, let me hear you." the tone of her raspy voice vibrating against your flesh was gentle yet commanding at the same time. it seemed as if nothing was loud enough — as if she needed to hear your voice right next to her ear, whimpering loudly her name over and over as she guided you to the final blow of ecstasy.

even in your hazy state, mind full of nothing but pure pleasure and eyes barely peeking through your eyelashes, you couldn't help but notice how utterly beautiful she looked in this moment. long white hair usually tied back in a loose ponytail now sprawled over her bare shoulders, bangs sticking to her forehead with sweat. cursed hands with long painted nails pressing onto your thighs to keep them open for her and then those eyes.

those scarily gorgeous eyes watching your every little reaction, whether good or bad. a shiver ran down your spine as you threw your head back against the pillows — normally, the woman's gaze was already off-putting and bordeline frightening enough but now? when her whole undivided attention was set on your sounds and movements only? the fear coursing through your veins was delicious and it didn't take long before you came undone on her relentless tongue.

"peruere..." a small mewl left yours lips as your body completly melted against her sheets in exhaustion. her hands never moved away from your thighs but her touch felt softer now, fingers caressing small circles against your skin to give you some sense of comfort and let you know she was here.

the woman chuckled, voice heavy with suppressed need. "don't think i'm done with you, pretty girl..." she practically purred as her body leaned down over yours, lips and sharp teeth gently nibbling on your ear.

"the night is still young, don't you think?"

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to his own dislike, aventurine doesn't know just where to stop when it comes to you. letting you sit on his lap when he's at the poker table, grinning from ear to ear at anyone who's gaze falls on you because he knows you're something they can't ever afford having themselves.

allowing your hands to fix his attire, fingers play with any shiny accessories he's wearing at the moment, trace his jawline with your nails when you think his attention is elsewhere for too long — but when your hands slip under his dress shirt to caress stomach and dig deeper into his waist teasingly just before you two are suppose to leave the apartment? oh well, that's where he draws the line.

sure, who is he to take away the fun and giggles he loves to see in your body language when you're feeling all content and happy on his account? but when you think he'd allow you to play with him right before something so important as the ipc meeting he was supposed to attend in 30 minutes, he's there to remind you just how wrong you are.

aventurine knows he should be probably annoyed at least a bit when the half of an hour quickly turns into two full hours, your clothing messily hanging over your shoulders and trembling lips whimpering into his ear, but the said meeting is now completly forgotten and all he can focus on is just how good and warm you feel around him.

[dmselettes]

to his own dislike, aventurine doesn't know just where to stop when it comes to you. letting you sit on his lap when he's at the poker table, grinning from ear to ear at anyone who's gaze falls on you because he knows you're something they can't ever afford having themselves.

allowing your hands to fix his attire, fingers play with any shiny accessories he's wearing at the moment, trace his jawline with your nails when you think his attention is elsewhere for too long — but when your hands slip under his dress shirt to caress stomach and dig deeper into his waist teasingly just before you two are suppose to leave the apartment? oh well, that's where he draws the line.

sure, who is he to take away the fun and giggles he loves to see in your body language when you're feeling all content and happy on his account? but when you think he'd allow you to play with him right before something so important as the ipc meeting he was supposed to attend in 30 minutes, he's there to remind you just how wrong you are.

aventurine knows he should be probably annoyed at least a bit when the half of an hour quickly turns into two full hours, your clothing messily hanging over your shoulders and trembling lips whimpering into his ear, but the said meeting is now completly forgotten and all he can focus on is just how good and warm you feel around him.