This is a little out of the box but I'd like to request a sexy yoga/ stretching AU with Leon that ends with the implication of sex (since you don't write smut 😚)
A/N: This is a modern AU where Leon is, as anon requested, a yoga instructor. It may start out more like a crack fic but I had to somehow establish how/why he is what he is. Enjoy, anon!!
Fluff/Spice and cruise ships!
Word count: 1326
It was dark out on the deck of The Sea Rose. And cold. The massive cruise ship cut silently through the dark ocean waters, a behemoth illuminated by the wan light of a crescent moon. The outer lights, spaced evenly along each deck, dotted the sides of the ship like the bioluminescent dots of an alien deep sea creature.
Leon had said he wanted to clear his head, work some things out before coming to bed. Your honeymoon should be a joyous occasion. You had been looking forward to it almost more than the wedding, but the tension with his brothers over the fate of the Rhodolite Wellness Center weighed heavily on his mind. The Obsidian Corporation was looking to buy out the complex that Leon and his brothers had been running together. Jin, the personal trainer. Yves, in charge of the spa. Nokto the masseuse. Chevalier who was never there but ran the accounts. Rio, always chipper at the front desk. They were all suffering. Legal issues and red tape were tightening themselves around the boys like serpents, squeezing the will to fight out of them, exhausting them. All thanks to the head of Obsidian Corp., that snake charmer, Mr. Gilbert. The man in the expensive black suit and eyepatch had made it his life’s mission to destroy them, at any cost and it was wreaking havoc on Leon and his peace of mind.
You didn’t know exactly what he meant with “clear his head” until you rounded the corner and found him. Despite the chill, he was shirtless, in only his favorite black sweatpants, feet bare. Your gaze was immediately drawn to his wedding band, a tiny golden beacon that seemed to shine far brighter than the ship’s lighting should allow. Seeing it flooded your heart with warmth. You had really done it. Even though it was only a few days ago, the whole wedding already felt like a remembered dream, blurred images and feelings, a watercolor across your mind, soft and beautiful. Something you know you will spend a long time reflecting on, little details emerging from the fog each time you do.
You watched as he moved through the motions of different poses, transitioning from one to another fluidly, a water dancer in a warrior’s body. Starlight painted his skin, fighting with the artificial lights of the boat over just who could highlight his body better. You could see the flex of every muscle, every line of definition as he moved slowly, a paragon of control, unaware of you. You felt that warmth in your heart overflow, splash over the brim and gather in your stomach. He was beautiful. And he was your husband. Til death do you part.
Stepping out from the shadow, you cleared your throat, a smile crossing your lips when he paused, his face lighting up at the sight of you.
“Hello wife”, he said with that open, sweet smile you loved so much.
“Hello husband.” Was using those words corny as hell? Yes. Did you care? Not one bit. “That looked great.” You came up next to him, a hand on the cold metal railing. Below, the water was lapping gently at the side of the ship, dark waves topped with pale crests of moonlight.
He ran a hand through his dark hair, eternally untameable by any brush or comb that dared try. Not even Jin’s extra strength hair gel stood a chance against the Dompteur coif. “I needed to gather my thoughts.” He looked at you, his expression softening with affection. You entered his life and love came along with you, braiding the strings of your hearts together with threads of happiness and loyalty and peace. He cleared his throat. “Want me to take you through a few transitions?”
You flashed him a smile. He was a phenomenal teacher and it always felt like a privilege to get one-on-one instruction from the center’s most popular yoga instructor.
“Sure,” you said, reaching up to tighten your ponytail.
He smiled, golden eyes bright with pride and excitement, as he reached out, helping you into the first position. It was simply standing, reaching your arms above your head and touching your palms. Mountain pose.
“Stretch up as tall as you can,” he said, voice low. His hands ran up your arms, supposedly to make sure they were straight enough. You felt something at a low heat start fanning out inside as his fingers danced along the inside of your elbow and forearms.
“That’s it,” he murmured before walking behind you. One large hand held your wrists lightly, the other wrapped around you, pressing itself against your stomach. The heat inside burned brighter. There was a tangible shift in the air, in the way his hands touched you. This was no longer instructive but something else, something incendiary.
“Breathe." He spoke softly, his voice right by your ear.
You felt your heart beginning to race, as if it could escape the incalescence rising inside you. Stretching was supposed to be relaxing and right now….you were feeling anything but. Your breath shook as you tried to draw it into your lungs.
“Good, very good,” he practically purred. You were burning now, white hot.
He reached out again to adjust you, taking your arms in his hands and moving them until they were stretched out wide. “And now the hips.” His voice was smooth as whiskey, tempting as sin, meandrous in the way it wrapped around you. His hands held onto your hips, pivoting you until one leg was stretched out. He moved his other hand to your thigh, fingers deft and sure, pressing until you bent under his touch. Your muscles trembled.
“How’m I doing?” you asked through a throat as arid as the desert. He walked around to look at you from the front. It was his eyes that held you captive. There was no mistaking the gleam in them. Something bright and eager. Your blood felt white hot as it roared through your veins.
“Perfect,” he said as he stepped forward. You expected him to pull you toward him, to kiss you in that way he had, a lion taking his fill of his prize.
He didn’t. Instead he reached forward, pulling you out of warrior pose to place both your hands on the ship's metal railing, the cold a sharp and jarring contrast to your heated skin. Your gaze was met with an endless expanse of dark water, melding into a night sky, bedecked in glowing stars.
“Leon?” What was he thinking? Why hadn't he kissed you?
Then you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you against the hard planes of his body. His lips on the nape of your neck sent sparks cascading in a rush through you, a waterfall of embers.
“You just hold on,” he breathed against your skin. His hand was lazily making its way down your spine, a mathematician fingering an abacus, the other holding onto your waist, steadying you.
“Leon," you gasped, turning your head only to have him gently push it back. He wanted your eyes on the water and the sky, on something uralt and primal, matching the need he's fed in you, a firestorm of anticipation and want.
“We’re out in the open…” Your words were weak, mere smoke, no substance to them at all. You couldn't stop this even if you wanted to. And you didn't want to.
He knew. You could feel his leonine grin against the side of your neck, his teeth scraping your skin lightly. “Everyone else is in bed, sweet wife. Nothing here but the ocean and sky…."
He kissed you even as his hands ran down your sides, trailing fire in their wake. At your hips, his fingers slid into the waistband of your pants.
"Now", he whispered in your ear, sweet and smoldering, "Hold on tight to that railing and don’t turn around. No matter what I do.”
Arthur is a police officer dedicated to the investigation and who writes all kinds of mysteries on his social media as a hobby. He lives with MC, his girlfriend, in an apartment in the center of the city. He had the perfect life.
Until one day, he discovers that one of the mirrors in the apartment is a portal to another dimension. On the other side of the mirror lived a version exactly like him, except that he was a vampire and the author of the well-known adventures of Sherlock Holmes. They soon discovered that by touching the mirror at the same time on both sides, it allowed them to travel to the other's dimension.
The vampire, who had been exploring this new dimension, noted the arrival of someone in the apartment, a signal for them to touch the mirror and each one to return to their home.
"Arthur, I'm home!"
"..."
"Hey, what are you waiting for? I want to go say hello to my girlfriend" The policeman frowned as his "twin" turned away from the mirror
"Don't think I didn't notice, Princess. I been at sea a long time. You ain't the first fish girl I run into."
Motonari's words bounced around in my head. I looked at him, my eyes wide and questioning. "You…you know about…my people?"
Motonari sneered. "That's what I just said, ain't it? Learned lots o' things from 'em, too." It was then that he was gesturing to a box on the table. "Open it up and put on the present and I'll let ya outta that iron collar."
I looked at the wooden box, noting the familiar and intricate carvings. My hearts dropped into my stomach. "No…"
"I don't know if yer aware of the situation yer in m'lady," Motonari began, "but ya better do as yer told."
I could feel the anger and the rage building up inside me. If I hadn't already exhausted my powers, if I weren't weakened by these damn iron chains…I'd have a chance. I'd be able to conjer up the worst storm imaginable. I'd be able to fight my way out of this. But somehow this…this sorry excuse for a human being had been able to know about my people, know about me, know my weaknesses…and he was easily using them against me.
"Ya better not make me wait forever, Princess." Motonari said, impatiently reaching for the chain and tugging on it. "I ain't a patient man."
I reached for the box, with shaking hands and opened it. Just as I had expected. Inside was silver bracelet bangle type bracelet. Beautiful swirling waves were engraved on the outside…but on the inside, symbols were carved…symbols I recognized all too well. "How…how did you come across this?" I asked.
Motonari smirked. "A pirate has his ways. Now put it on."
I swallowed down the anxiousness I felt as I reached inside and picked up the bracelet. These bracelets were well known and used widely by my people. Only used on the worst criminals in our society to keep them from being able to escape…to bind them to obey and not be able to use their powers on the ones they sought to harm. And once it was on the only way it could be removed was by the one who had you wear it in the first place.
"We ain't stayin' here all day." Motonari said, angrilly yanking on the chain around my neck once more.
"You're despicable and vile." I told him before sliding the bracelet on my wrist and instantly feeling the effects over my body and my powers.
Motonari gave me a smug grin before tossing the key to my collar at me. "There now ya can get rid o' that collar. That bracelet ain't as noticible."
I glared at him as I removed unlocked the collar. "I swear I will find a way to break this damn thing and then I'll break you for making me wear it."
"Bold words fer someone effectively collared." He replied. "Yer mine ya hear. Now say it."
I felt compelled to obey, the invisble binding stretching over my body from the bracelet. I wouldn't be broken. I wouldn't say it. I don't care how it made me feel. "I…will…never…be…yours." I declared, my words coming out stilted from the power of the bracelet. I don't care how it made me feel. I don't care how hard I had to fight it, but I would. I wouldn't let him break me.
I figured this would piss Motonari off…and perhaps it did but only momentarily. He let out an amused chuckle. "Defiant one ain't ya. That's fine. I like a woman with some spunk." He said. "Tamin' a spitfire like you is gonna be fun."
"You're not the first man to try." I said, glaring at him. "Well…maybe the first human man."
"Talkin' 'bout yer betrothed, huh?"
"I broke free of him…and I'll break free of you, too." I replied.
"We'll see." Motonari replied. "Now come on."
Reluctantly, I followed Motonari out of the room and were leaving the auction ship, soon heading for Motonari's own ship. I was surprised when he gave me a cabin to stay in rather than placing me in the ship's hold. I was also surprised that there was a rather large and comfy-looking western style bed in the room.
Next to the bed was a small window. I sat down on the bed and looked out at the ocean. How long had it been since I'd left? How long had it been since I'd lost my first home? I clenched my hands into fists in my lap. Anger rolling through me and causing tears to well up in my eyes. I couldn't count the number of times I had lost my home by this point. And here I was losing another one and for whatever scheme Motonari had.
"Dammit…no…now is not the time to despair." I told myself, clenching my fists tighter in determination. "I will…I will break from him and his control and I will help my new family and protect my new home."
I closed my eyes and focused on the braclet at my wrist. I could feel the constricting power of it, flowing over my entire being. I fought against the invisible bonds I felt, but the chains wouldn't break. My internal power felt so weak. I let out a groan as I felt a pang in my head.
I fell back into the bed, my head landing on a surprisingly soft pillow. The bed was as warm and comfortable as it looked. The toll of exhausting my powers and being restricted so, was finally catching up to me along with the lonliness. My eyes closed and the blackness of unconsciousness consumed me.
Motonari…
Motonari stood on the deck of his ship, looking out over the railing at the ocean. The waves lapped at his ship. The ocean normally helped to calm him, but nothing could calm him or stop the crawling feeling on his skin. He ran his gloved-hands through his hair in agitation.
"Is something wrong, my lord?"
Motonari looked up at the sound of his vassals voice. "Nothin'." Motonari snapped. "Just damn…that look on 'er face."
"The princess, you mean?" Hiroyoshi asked, his voice calm.
"Damn girl's smarter'n she looks." He said, with a dry mocking chuckle. "Them fish girls must know more…just can't believe she saw through it."
"It was bound to happen eventually, my lord." Hiryoshi replied.
"Never thought it'd be some fish girl ta see through me though." He replied, he let out a growl of frustration.
Hiroyoshi watched his lord, a knowing look on his face. "Is she in the extra cabin?"
"Yeah and she ain't goin' no where." Motonari replied, glaring out at the ocean.
"So, the plan is well under way then?"
"Yeah." We'll make port back in Aki in three days." Motonari said. "Get the Oda all good 'n' worried. Let 'em shake fer a while."
"And the princess?" Hiroyoshi asked.
"Get 'er used ta her new role." He answered.
"Right, my lord." Hiroyoshi replied. "Would you like me to relieve you for the night?"
"Nah, I got it. Now…just leave me alone ya old codger."
"As you wish, my lord." Hiroyoshi replied.
Motonari continued to stare out at the ocean. He hated having to change plans, but that's why he was always prepared. He knew even the best laid plans could change like the swift tides of the ocean. He couldn't help but to continue to glare out at the ocean, everything felt unsettled. Frustration and annoyance would be his companions this night and it appeared they were there to stay. His thoughts churned, the storm underneath brewing and showing no signs of settling. It was to be a long night.
Ava…
I awoke sometime the next day, groggy from sleep, my eyes bleary. I still felt so drained and my head punded. "Ugh." I groaned, as I set up, putting my head in my hands.
"Heh, ya regrettin' yer choices yet, princess?"
My head snapped up and I shot a glare as Motonari came into view. He was sitting at a western style chair in front of a vanity in the room, directly across the bed. He wore that smug grin even as I glared. "What choices?"
"Lettin' that bleedin' heart o' yers lead ya to here. Ta bein' my property." Motonari clarified.
"I belong to no man." I replied.
"Still ready ta fight me, huh? Yer a spit fire fer sure." Motonari replied.
"Take this damn bracelet off of me and I'll show you just what a spit fire I can be."
Motonari chuckled. "This might actually be fun."
"What? Holding me hostage to draw the Oda forces into a trap? I hate to break it to you, but I doubt that will work. They're smarter than that."
Motonari chuckled. "Pretty sure yer wrong there. That Hideyoshi is turnin' all of Aki upsides down and inside out lookin' fer ya…but that ain't my plan."
I blinked in surprise as I looked at him. I could see a glint of madness and cleverness all rolled into one in those sharp red eyes. "W-what is your plan then?"
"Somethin' better and more interestin' that's for sure. You'll just have to wait and see. Good news is ya get a front row seat ta the biggest show."
"Whatever your plan is, I WILL stop you." I told him.
"Can't wait ta see ya try, m'lady." He was then standing up as the door to my cabin came open.
A kind-looking older man was walking in. He bowed to Motonari. "My lord, I thought I would bring breakfast for the princess."
"Whatever ya old goat." Motonari replied, grumpily.
The old man seemed not to notice and just smiled as he turned to me. He was then setting a tray down beside me. "Here you are, Princess. I must say it is an honor to meet you. I am Hiroyoshi Shiji, Lord Motonari's chief vassal."
I blinked and fell into stunned silence for a moment at the sharp contrast between Motonari's gruff nature and his vassal's kindly visage. "I…uh…thank you. It's nice to meet you…and just Ava is fine."
"It wouldn't be proper for me to address you so informally, Princess." Hiroyoshi replied.
"You know she ain't no real Oda princess." Motonari said, mockingly.
"That is her title now. So, that is how I shall treat her." Hiroyoshi replied. He then looked at me with a kind smile. "While you are with us, Princess should you need anything just let me know. I am at your service." He was then bowing before leaving the room.
I blinked completely confused. Then I looked at Motonari. "The hell was that?" I asked him. "Some kind of good cop bad cop routine?" The phrase shot out of my mouth before I could even think better of it.
"The hell you talkin' about, m'lady?" Motonari asked me.
"Bad guy and nice guy routine." I replied. "You know, you're the complete asshole that tries to break me with this you're my property bullshit and Hiroyoshi comes in with the nice guy act. Win my confidence."
Motonari laughed. "It ain't that. Good idea though." He replied, rubbing his chin with gloved fingers. "That old codger's head's a stonewall and there ain't nothin' that can make 'im be any other way."
"So…that nice old man is loyal to an asshole like you?" I replied.
Motonari leaned in, his hands resting on the foorboard of my bed. Leering at me. "Ya keep up with them compliments, m'lady…ya just might be surprised by what happens."
I wasn't going to back down though. "Clearly you don't want me dead or else you would have done that already." I replied, leaning in myself. "You also went through the trouble of putting this damn bracelet on me. You NEED me for something. You NEED me under your control."
Motonari glared hard at me. He pulled back as I leaned in closer. For someone who was crowding me, he sure moved back fast. "In three days ya get ta go back ta yer Oda buddies. And when ya do yer gonna be singin' Shojumaru's praises. How I saved ya."
"You're using me to get closer to the Oda forces."
Motonari clapped those white-gloved hands together. "Good work, m'lady. I'm sure ya know what'll happen if ya don't go along with that I say, though." He said gesturing to the bracelet on my wrist.
I could feel the power of it stretching out over my body. Constricting, draining. I'm going to have to play along till I can figure a way out of this. I glared hard at him. "I will get out of this…and when I do there's gonna be hell to pay for you."
"Sure ya are, fish girl." He replied, grinning before heading for the door. "Ya better eat. I ain't takin' ya back ta yer buddies in bad shape. Wouldn't do well fer Shojumaru if the precious Oda Princess was hurt too bad."
"I hate him so much." I muttered as I looked at the door. I then looked down at the tray of food Hiroyoshi had brought in. Dammit the food actually did look and smell good…and I did need to help build my strength back up. The only way I was going to break free. "Damn pirate."
TW/Kink: Vampire bites/cuts, blood, and praise kink.
WC: 2,136
Ikemen Revolution Fanfic
Oliver’s sharp teeth dented the smooth flesh of her thigh. Alice lurched as a second bite landed closer to her center. Despite his nibbles, the skin remained unpenetrated as he teased her further. His lips were cold against her bashful skin, making her jerk with every inch he neared her desire.
“You’re such a good girl,” Oliver’s husky voice filled the dark bedroom. “Keep your legs spread for me.”
As much as she wanted to, Alice held back from scampering to slam her legs together in a coy manner. She cracked open her eye and peered down to watch his next move, her fingers digging into the sheet. His pale skin was glowing like marble in the ethereal light of the moon that spilled into his bedroom. His silky skin stretched over robust masculine features like a scarf pulled over solid metal.
“Mmngh.” She wiggled as his tongue tantalized the outer lip between her legs.
“You like this?” His sharp teeth ran along the skin, stopping at the junction of her thigh.
“Y-”
His teeth sank into her skin beyond her puffy lips. Her leg jerked, and he smirked against it, holding her limb down as the blood met his parched lips. “Hm? Well, do you.” He asked, letting the liquid bead onto the skin and roll down to the white sheets.
“Yes!” She bucked off the mattress.
Oliver used his tongue to lap up the trails of blood that spilled out of her. Alice’s chest heaved faster while her skin leaked precious lifeforce from the two parallel holes. His finger roamed her pussy before finding her eager entrance. He sucked and nibbled her skin while lapping up the blood, like a predator toying with his prey.
“You’re doing so well, but” he pushed his forefinger into her slick core. “You’re still so tight.” He spoke between long licks of his tongue. With his mouth stained red, he licked the pierced skin. The holes healed in an instant with the help of his tongue.
Oliver’s eyes met hers, and she could swear he looked more like a lion about to pounce than a man wanting to make love. His shoulder flexed pushing her legs up and apart. His hands held her thighs causing her feet to lift off the bed.
His tongue teased her clit, like a snake sensing the air, and his eyes never left her blushing face. He loved to see her like this, dusted in a pink haze all over her skin. She was very much alive and fragile, bringing out more protective instincts in him that he would ever admit.
He kissed her pussy like he would her lips, using his tongue to delve beneath the folds. Without rhyme or reason, his mouth met her pussy over and over devouring what he could of her arousal. Alice came alive under him, squirming and bucking her hips into his face.
“Say my name,” He managed, keeping his lips and tongue roaming her core.
Her back pushed off the bed in a slight arc with a moan. “Oliver…”
He growled into her core, eliciting a vibration to her clit with his voice. “Again,”
“Oli-ver” She gasped, bringing her hand down to mix into his brown locks.
He rocked his hips into the bed, letting his precum leak out onto the sheets. He couldn’t stop the lewd moan that flew out of him from hearing her cry out his name and sounding so desperate for him. His teeth nibbled her clit a few times, making her helplessly whimper. Her desire overflowed and dripped from her pussy down to the bed.
Oliver chased after it, licking the sweet nectar all the way down her middle. His tongue ran in circles over her ass, rimming enough to make her legs spasm next to his head. He then ran his teeth along her cunt, using his tongue to tease every part he feared he had yet to taste.
“Mm, Oliv-” Her breath hitched, feeling his tongue immerse into her quivering entrance. His fingertips pushed into her thigh at an almost bruising force, yet he held back from damaging her perfect skin.
He would blush, if he could, at how breathtakingly frantic she sounded trying to speak his name. His shoulder blades flexed holding his weight up to please her. Alice’s hair was already a mess haloing around her head. The pillow had long since been forsaken, and the sheet was a mess, stained with her collective desire and lifeforce.
He ran his tongue in one long stripe against her clit, finally focusing on the engorged, neglected nub. “Do you like that, baby girl?” His gaze met hers while he let go of her legs. Her heels dug into the mattress, and she met his unwavering stare. His eyes were like the morning fog that settled over the ground, twisting and moving with the early breeze.
“Yeah,” She moaned, pushing her unclad chest upward. “I like it a lot.”
“Do you want more?” One of his palms landed next to her hip on the bed.
“I want more. I want to feel you.”
His other hand landed to the side of her other hip with a thud. “All of me?”
“Your lips,” She spoke, watching his tongue tease the center of her ribs and move upwards. “Your… body”
He kissed the valley between her breasts languidly. “Don’t worry, I’m here” he cooed. Oliver moved his hands to either side of her head and rested on his elbows. His cool body hovered above hers, rock-solid yet smooth.
He pressed his length against her drenched pussy, sliding along the slickness. Alice wrapped her legs around his waist immediately. Oliver moved to kiss her, but he stayed out of reach, floating centimeters from her lips.
“Hm, “ He brushed his nose against the bridge of hers.
“Kiss me,” She pushed her mouth up to his. Oliver let their lips meet but only for a fraction of a second. He pulled back and kissed her cheek, then jaw. “What’s wrong?” She inquired.
“I’m-” He lifted his face to hers to give her a good look. Blood filled the cracked corners of his lips. He needed more from her, more blood, to sate his eternal thirst. “My kiss won't taste good to you right now, dummy.”
“I don’t care,” She cupped his cheeks. The hollow under his eyes deepened along with his smokey gaze. Oliver licked his lips in hopes to clean them.
He rocked his hips against her. His cock ran along the center of her body, pleasing her eager clit. Forgetting her request, Alice ground against him whining at his deft thrusts. Oliver reached down and helped guide his length into her clenching hole.
“Do you want me?” He teased the head of his cock in a circle over her slit.
“I want you,” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want you so bad.”
His chest moved along hers, sending an icy chill over her molten skin. He pressed himself inside her slow and steady. Her legs tightened around his waist, impatient for him to fill her up. Oliver pressed his lips to her chin, egging her to tilt her head back. With every slow movement he pushed himself into her she laid her head back into the pillow, exposing her neck him.
His cock constricted when his eyes met the noticeable jump of her pulse in her neck. The vein helplessly throbbed before him. He pressed his lips together, not yet satiated by his lover. His spidery fingers pushed the hair off her shoulder allowing him to eye her sharp collarbone.
The sheets ruffled around him while she flexed her whole body beneath. Oliver started with short thrusts while his eyes roamed the expanse of her skin. Alice’s hand came up to his back and smoothed her fingers between his shoulder blades.
“Faster,” She clenched he walls around his girth.
“Shh,” He nuzzled the side of her neck. “Patience, little one.”
His finger mapped the valley of her neck, scraping his sharp nail down her shoulder to her clavicle. The muscles around her shoulder flexed every time his thrusts would fill her aching cunt.
Oliver took his sharp nail and pressed it hard into the skin, running up the length of her collarbone. Alice’s lifeblood pooled around her neck and shoulder as he sluggishly sliced her. Mesmerized by the tiny red streams, Oliver's hunger roared to life. He hadn't realized how much his lips peeled up over his fangs, nor how his stomach constricted at the sight until a low growl resounded in his chest.
Eagerly, Oliver lapped at the streams of blood and suckled on the pools that collected around her chest. He licked a line up the column of her neck, then moved back down the lick the long slice he made in her skin.
“Is the ether still working?” He managed to say between filling his mouth with her blood.
The ether, a potion he gave her moments before undressing her, was to numb any pain she would feel from his feeding. In exchange, the pain would feel like a pleasurable warmth that was to spread over her body.
“Mhm, it’s working.” She squeezed his back, digging her nails into his skin.
Oliver’s hair lightly tickled her flesh as he fed, it was a stark contrast to the hard draws of blood he made from her tender tissue. His lips were covered in red, yet he managed to keep it from dripping down his chin.
Slowing down his trusts to nothing, he apologetically licked the wound. The skin sealed back together before his eyes, and Oliver cleaned up the area with his tongue. He moved his face off to the side and wiped his mouth on the covers. Red stained the sheets, appearing darker in the moonlight than it would in the sun.
Without further delay, their lips smashed together in a fiery passion. Alice's tongue moved into his mouth, tasting a hint of iron and salt. Oliver braced himself above her and began moving his hips faster with longer strokes.
“Oh god, yes…” She moaned into the kiss.
“See,” He sped up, snapping his hips against her center. “Good girls get rewarded. And you,” he nibbled her bottom lip. “You’ve been such a good girl.”
The praise sent a new flush over her cheeks, and Oliver's demanding hunger screamed in his mind. He reached down and pet her swollen clit, rubbing circles with his fingers.
“Ah! Oli-ver.”
“That's it…” He whispered into her ear.
The prior neglect he gave her clit made the nub ultra sensitive. The simple swirl of his fingers made her see stars. Her cunt clenched around his pumping cock, making Oliver groan in pleasure into the crook of her neck.
“I’m- I’m so-” Her body jolted with his fast fuck.
“Almost there, you’re so close.” He pressed his head against the side of her face, concentrating on his ministrations.
A strangled version of his name sputtered off her lips while her walls clamped down on him.
“That's it, baby girl.”
Her legs loosened their grip on his waist and fell to the mattress as her chest arched up towards his. Her pleasurable scream filled the room as her climax hit an all-time high. Her pussy hugged him so tightly he couldn’t hold back even if he tried. His cock throbbed hard with sudden release against her pulsing cunt. His gruff moans were strangled as he began to empty himself into her.
His hips sputtered, and his hand left her clit to dig into the thin sheet. Oliver’s body went slack on top of hers as his sudden release finally halted. Alice’s arms came up and hugged his icy body to her hot one, hoping to stave off her clammy skin.
He held Alice close, moving his hands carefully over her back. He turned her to her side, and they faced each other in the embrace. Despite his continuing hunger, he had his fill tonight. His lips were plump and pink while a rosy tint came to the apples of his cheeks.
“I love you,” Alice hugged him closer, moving her head to rest under his chin.
She did love him, he didn’t have a doubt. No one on this planet would let a monster like him drink from them in this fashion. At least the ether potion gave her pleasure instead of pain, yet she never judged him for what he was doing.
Oliver snuggled her closer with his strong arms. All predatory demeanor was now gone, while he stroked her hair in the afterglow.
Sooo... I started to think about an MC who after agreeing to live in the mansion begins to feel insecure because she is the only one without a "talent" and begins to sing about her wish to receive a "miracle"
Inspired by "Waiting on a miracle" (Encanto)
HVDHVSYVSUH MOZART IS SICK OF THE MUSICAL NUMBER BUT STILL MANAGES TO PLAY THE MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND BYE
Isaac was studying the operation of the gate portal and decided to cross during the new moon. However, something went wrong when he returned to the mansion...
Sebastian: Um, Comte. We have a problem...
Comte: Small or big problem?
Sebastian: Em... -holds a 4 year old Isaac- Does this count as small?
Sebastian: Come on Isaac, eat your applesauce...
Isaac: No!
Sebastian: Did you know that an apple a day keeps the doctor away?
Arthur, entering the dining room: Hey-
Isaac: -starts eating-
Isaac: ...
Dazai: Um... you want a beer?
Comte: He's 4!
Dazai: I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HIM
-in the park-
Theo: Where's Arthur?
Isaac: Over there -points to the writer who is with a couple of young ladies-
Theo: Damn that guy! Ugh, hey muis, I'll buy a math book if you do me a favor
-with Conan-Doyle-
Arthur: If you'd like, how about some dinner together-
Isaac: Papa!
Arthur and the ladies: ?!
Isaac: -hugs his leg and points back- Mama said if you don't get back soon, she'll kill you...
Arthur: Mama? -turns to meet Theo's death gaze- GULP
Ladies, confused: Papa?
Arthur: I-It's a misunderstanding!
Isaac, hangs like koala on his waist: Please! Don't take papa from me!
-Ladies left-
Arthur: Hey, w-wait!...signorine :(
Isaac: -with all his face full of syrup-
Leonardo: Stop giving Isaac pancakes!
Theo: Let him enjoy. Who do you think you are? His mother?
Leonardo: I'm his papa, thank you very much
Theo: So who's his mother?
Leonardo: Le Comte, obviously
Comte: Yea- wait, what?
Napoleon: I think I forgot something...
Jean: If you forgot, then it wasn't important
Napoleon: Yeah, you're right
-meanwhile-
Isaac, waiting in the children's park, at the midnight, in the middle of a storm: Napoleon? :(
I have no proof, nor do I doubt that Isaac and Jean would learn to write together
