I'm so fucking sick of you homos invading all of the good spaces us girls have. The Shall We Dat games are meant for WOMEN not faggots. Stick with yourr own shit
Okay, first. It's "Shall We Date" with an 'e' and your is spelled with one 'r'. Hope that helps.
Second, I don't like being told what I can and can't do, so guess what I just added to my Masterlist Hub?
You don't want me in these spaces? I'll just invite myself in and make myself comfortable. As a man with free will, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Guess I know what fandoms I'm making fics for for a while. Thanks for inspiring me, Pookie Bear. 💘💝💖💗💓💞💕
Soooo my ducklings, I am beginning to work through my drafts so that hopefully I’ll be opening my requests again ^^ It’s gonna take me a while, and I’m so so sorry that it’s taken me so long >2< I can’t thank you enough for sticking by me during my hiatus and slower upload schedule - You are awesome <3
- JJ x
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Leonardo Da Vinci:
Leonardo will need a little time to get used to the constant affection but, he’ll learn to love it as much as MC does.
He’ll be firm with his boundary of needing some space and time to himself but whenever he can, he’ll make sure to be with his girlfriend and make sure she knows exactly how he feels about her.
Leo is an excellent cuddler: He’s big and warm and his hugs always make his lover feel protected and safe. His embrace is especially welcome on cold winter days where snow coats the gardens with a blanket of frost, and always a little tighter on days where you’re feeling especially tired or grumpy.
Leonardo is a sleepy, sleepy man but that makes him an amazing cuddler. When he feels MC’s presence enter the room, he’ll simply open his arms where he lays in bed - not even blinking an eye open - and usher her against his broad, warm chest.
Arthur Conan Doyle:
He absolutely adores the attention, honestly he cannot get enough of his darling little bird and he cannot bring himself to say no to a good cuddle whenever MC needs it.
Arthur is a very hands-on lover so to have that energy reciprocated by MC? That’s paradise to him.
Arthur is a very fidgety cuddler, he’ll need to change positions a lot, his hands will wander both innocently and not-so innocently from time to time.
Morning cuddles are a must with Arthur. He normally goes to bed far after MC does so, he’ll always relish lazy mornings in with her, carding his deft fingers through their messy hair and nuzzling his face comfortably into the crook of his beloved’s neck.
William Shakespeare:
Will finds the idea of being with someone 24/7 a little daunting - its not that he doesn’t want to spend time with his girlfriend whenever he has the chance, not at all, he just needs space to himself sometimes.
However, he is extremely grateful to her for making him so feel loved and secure; he never had to ask how she feels about him because she always makes it clear that she is absolutely smitten with him.
Shakespeare is an anxious cuddler. When you first snuggle up to each other, he’ll be a little stiff and awkward but once he’s warmed up, his main objective is to just be as close as possible.
Ikemen Vampire: Arthur, Napoleon, and Leonardo with a muscular and strong Fem!MC (HCs) (Imagine)
Warning: a lil suggestive (barely), mostly comedy, not proof read
A/N: I saw Konig breaking someones back with his thigh and thought I should write the reactions of the Ikevamp guys :D (I tried hope its good, I wanna keep the fandom ALIVE) and its been so long since I've played heehee
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Arthur:
He obviously started flirting the second you popped through the door and you were patient and...mostly unbothered by it (but he was always on your nerves no matter what)
Imagine his surprise when you're walking him home from the bar and some robber tries to take advantage of a seemingly normal woman and a drunk man
And before he could even finish his sentence; CRACK, you just folded the man like a lawn chair..
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"Luv, I swear I'm fiiiine~" He slurps slightly, surprisingly being able to mostly walk straight but the Scotch sure did a number on him.
"You're not fine Arthur!" You pulled him along by his sleeve.
He stumbled slightly but allowed the action. He tousled french blue hair feel over his eyes as he watched his feet. You sighed softly as you walked along the street. Arthur looked up and stopped, causing you to come to a halt.
"What is it-"
"Bag now!" A man's deep voice growled in front of you as a dark figure emerged from the alley of the right.
Arthur's eyes went wide and immediately moved to get between you.
"Don't threaten her-"
SLAM!
Arthur's eyes were blown wide and you grabbed the man's arm and slammed him into the hard ground. The man groaned before he realized what just happened. He stared with wide eyes before scrambling up onto his feet and turning to run down the street.
Arthur was shocked and quiet before he burst out laughing and clumsily leaned on your shoulders as you both continued the walk home.
"Oh dear, You should've- should have warned me...Remind me never to, snort, piss you off..~!"
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When he sobered up he was shooketh, still laughed but did slightly shake in his brown oxfords
He did tone down the flirting and the lewd comments
Found out something new about himself though.. 👀
Theo makes fun of him, but only when you're not around because even Theo might be a little scared...
Napoleon:
Despite your insistence to Le Comte that you don't need a 'body guard', Napoleon was still helping you run errands
Today was no other, you decided to help Napoleon teach the children since Isaac had work to do
A strange woman was talking to one of the young girls and was coaxing her to come along and Napoleon immediately noticed and stepped up, face firm but with an even voice...
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The laughs of children echoed through the little makeshift school yard. Napoleon was with a group of 3 boys and 2 girls, helping them spell new words in chalk. He had a soft smile as the children joked around. You were with 4 other kids playing hopscotch and learning math while doing so!
Napoleon looked up to see you confronting a woman who kept attempting to talk to a younger girl of the group, the youngest who was about 6 years old. His brow furrowed at the scene of the woman getting in your face.
"Wait here for a moment, Nunuche's" He offered a comforting smile and he speed walked over to you and the woman.
The 4 children that were with you ran towards the other five that were just with Napoleon, choosing to hide behind the trees nearby as they realized the situation. Napoleon was grateful for their quick actions of hiding because he wasn't sure how things would end up since the woman seemed angry and erratic.
As he neared he witnessed the woman grabbing your arm before you slapped her and kicked her knees, picking her up and throwing her into the street.
Napoleon was...surprised..You didn't look super muscular but somehow the muscles kicked in and your threw the woman..? Why was he even being made to be your body guard?! But he doesn't really regret it.
"Nunuche...that was...SNRK" He suddenly laughs and leads you back to the children and the woman scurried away. He'd report the woman after they finished, she was distinctive anyways and the children needed to finish their lessons too.
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He didn't really tell anyone what he witnessed except the Comte and Isaac
He thought it'd be fun to see how the others would find out and he couldn't hide his smirk as he thought about you intimidating others.
He calls you a strong nunuche sometimes when you're alone
...Also found out something new about himself hehe...
Leonardo:
You met him by accidentally stepping on him in the hall since his narcoleptic little butt decided the foyer was a good place to nap
You gave him an earful and somehow, he decides that's interesting enough for him to feel drawn to you
And today you two were in the dining room talking before the doors slammed open and Arthur was yelling at Dazai as Dazai followed him in holding a tea cup...with tea...trying to get Arthur to drink it knowing how Arthur feels about tea
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"ENOUGH YOU HOOLIGAN!" Arthur yelled as he backed away from the grinning Dazai as he held a tea bag.
"But I thought the British liked tea?" He chuckled as he looked to be innocently handing a tea bag to him.
Arthur broke and went on a rant about his lineage. Leonardo was...entertained. This was the norm but he could see the worry in your eyes as it seemed the argument was escalating.
In a matter of a few moments you got between the two men and pushed Dazai into the wall, pinning him. (Imagine Leo's face and the surprised Pikachu face). Dazai was surprised but smiles playfully.
"Toshiko-san has strength of a lion!" He grinned as he was still pinned to the wall.
Arthur took this chance to run...
After a stern talking to from Le Comte, Leo approached you with his signature sexy Italian man smirk.
"I didn't think the bella had it in her to summon the strength of 10 men."
He chuckled as he lit a cigar and walked away. Definitely something he would never forget in all his centuries of being alive.
After Note: Hope it was good, might do more characters but I'm tired now, enjoy!
Obsessed!soft yandere inkmen vampire men x chubby reader (poly)
Warning: groping , mention of sexual activity
Authors note: another 3am thought
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"Bro'er she begs for more and harder......"
Then then only Vincent saw your euphoric expression he stopped saying anything. Only your pleasure matters.. nothing else.
The fifth one was Arthur.... for his own surprise why he was so late... it happened after the day Theo brought you back.
He got more flirty than before.. Teasing you and asking if you like it rough??? But beneath being tease he was trying to supress he libido.... he can't even forget the way your chubby body looked marked ...
That night he asked for coffee and when you brought him coffee you heard moans from his room. You peeked in to saw him with his cock in his hand. Leaning on the desk his one hand that was working on supporting him on the desk crumpling the papers that were scattered on his desk .
Gripping the shirts end between his lips as he whimpered and moaned, his trembling hand pumping his leaking cock furiously. you gasped as you heard him moan your name and his eyes darted to you.. his blush darkened as he pulled you inside the room and locking it .
The coffee mug long shoved on the table. As he sat you down on the end of his bed kneeling in front of you... taking your both hands in his wet and sticky hands .... trembling ..... that you will reject him... that you hate him.... because Theo told them about your ex... he was a douchbag- cheater-abuser-a-waste-of-space...
Afraid that you will think of him as your ex due to him acting as a Playboy. His eyes filled with tears .... of longingness for you... his lips trembling as he started to placed wet kisses from your thighs to your ankle . He looked up while grabbing the end of your skirt.
His hands trembling as he begged "please". You said nothing as you hugged him ....he hugged you back falling on the bed with him peeling your clothes one by one your bare body beneath him as he worshipped every inch of it...
In the morning after the sensual night you woke up.. you only remembered being overstimulated by him as no amount of orgasming was enough for him. As he was pleading with each of your oragsms that one more ...and that would be last . Your womb was too filled that your belly hurted. And the culprit was looking at you smiling from his desk wearing glasses.
He told you that he had asked Sebastian to give you half day off . As you are feeling under the weather. He helped you up and kissed your forehead. Wrapping you in the sheets and carrying you to the le thermal.
Vincent and Theo already there they smiled at each other and you.
You whimpered as Theo pulled you into his chest roughly and shoved his fingers into your sore hole. Vincent smaking him told that you need rest. The rest half hours gone as the three of your lovers washed every inch of your body and showered you with their love.
Nepolean was the sixth one, you always thought he was hot as he flirted with you in the most gentlemanly manner. You also started to go to teach the kids with him. He used to show you off as his lover. And one day while returning it started to rain.
You two some how got to the mansion all while his eyes lached at your perky nipples as he took off his cape and wrapped it around your body. You unwrapped it to return to him. Your room was few steps away from his.
As soon as the cape got off your body and he saw your white shirt sticking to your wet body , your pudgy tummy , your full breasts. And as he eyes gone down his mind went totally blank... your navel...... has sucked the shirt a little and it looked so hot ...
"Fuck"
His thumb unconsciously pushed into your navel hole through your shirt and then he heard you calling him. Hair wet , goosebumps on the arms and pretty blush on the face.... fuck.... if you would have been his betrothed or even his empress while he was alive he would have never let you out of his sight...
He grabbed your hand through the cape you were holding out to him and pulled you inside his room ... his lips were on yours as you tried to suck for air... as he peeled your dress off your body. Soon you were sitting in his cock inside you .
Your eyes filled with pleasure and shame . He hugged you close and and asked what happened. You tried to get off him saying Nothing but he pinned your hips there. You cried as you told him.... how your ex never let you top him as he used to say that you are too heavy.
You sobbed as he gritted his teeth. Cursing the man ; he pouted saying how jealous he is of the said ex.... that even with him streching you so pleasurablely right now you are remembering that dog . Wiping your tears as he moved your hips slowly. Telling how he can even eat you out that your ex never did to you as Arthur told them.
His tip hitting your cervix ever time he thrusted . You passed out on him as you two came together. You woke up wearing his shirt while he was still inside you.... limp ... with a knock on the door your eyes opened. You felt a gloves hand massaging your scalp as you opened your eyes to see Sebastian smiling down at you.
Probably came to wake Napoleon up. He kissed your forehead that made your inside clench around Napoleon and he groaned in his sleep. You whimpered as you felt Sebastian rub you overstimulated l little button. Your body twisted as Napoleons arms tighted around your belly.
You clenched around him as you came , panting you whimpered as you felt Napoleon bite your shoulder.
"Seems like my empress is still not satisfied...."
Sabestian pecked your lips and then sucked your juices off his gloves ,telling you two that the breakfast would be ready in an hour, and left the room.
Napoleon rolled with you beneath him on your tummy and started to thrust into your sloppy hole slowly and sleepily. Kissing here and there .... Increasing his pace ruthlessly . You were too tired to do anything other than buring your face in the pillow and moan.
Nepolean didnot liked that at all he hold your neck and lifted your face from the pillow turning your head and kissing you.. you moaned as he pounded into you, and then he came deep inside of you. You were pouting as you felt him loosen his grip and then laugh heartily.
You asked what happened but he only looked at you dreamily, the look was that of longing.... he pulled out of your sore hole sitting back on his knees looking at you .....your body wrapped in his shirt you red and puffy hole dripping his juices. His cock twiching when he cursed under his breath.....
" woman.... you really know how to drive men mad..... "
He sat on the bed leaning into the pillow piles........ as he watched you dress up and leave the room. He cock twiching painfully as he closed his eyes and smiled a tired smile.... he need to get up if he wants to see you at the breakfast.....
Tags: english is not reader’s first language, but I didn’t specify which one it is; some insecurities about it; fluffy; romance; cuddling; lots of kissing, but somehow none of them are on the lips; established relationship; spoilers from his route?
Notes: I wrote this because sometimes I go into a “my english sucks” and it’s like I can’t do anything properly. That’s when I need to remind myself that it’s my second language. I try to think “I don’t know all the words in portuguese, so I won’t know all the words in english”. It kinda helps. Sometimes.
I also wanted to cuddle my physicist. I miss him :(
With your back against the wall, you let Isaac lean against you, his back resting against your chest. He fits comfortably between your legs, enveloped in your warmth, your scent, and the soothing sound of your voice close to his ear. After a hectic week, this is exactly what he needed to unwind — and the same goes for you. With your duties for the day finally done, all you want is to spend time with your beloved and recharge.
The book in his hand, for once, isn’t about physics or astronomy but a thrilling mystery novel you both chose to read together in your free time. His hands are in charge of turning the pages, while yours are busy — one gently carding through his brownish-pink hair in a soothing caress, the other wrapped around his torso in a warm embrace.
“Okay, you can turn it,” you murmur softly.
Isaac does as you say, and you begin reading the next page. However, your focus is soon interrupted when you notice the slight movement of his head as he turns to read the next page, while you’re still in the middle of the first one. You frown, biting your lip, and let out a quiet sigh. But not as quiet as you thought, especially considering your chin is resting on his shoulder and your face is close to his ear. The physicist turns his head slightly to the side, peeking at you from the corner of his eye while you’re distracted, frowning and biting your lip.
“Is... everything okay?”
“Hm?” You snap back to reality, meeting his cherry-blossom-colored eyes as they gaze at you. His words slowly register in your mind, and you offer him a sheepish smile. “Ah, yes. It’s just... I’m sorry, I read way slower than you.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he replies softly. “I don’t mind waiting.”
“I know, but... are you sure you don’t want to read it separately? You’d be able to finish it faster.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I… like having this moment with you. Also, the book is in English, and it’s not your native language, so it’s understandable that you read it slower than me. But like I said, I don’t mind waiting.”
“Alright,” you hum, offering him a small smile as you lean forward to give him a light peck on the cheek, making him faintly blush in the most adorable way. “Thank you for being patient with me.”
Isaac returns the smile and turns back to face the book, waiting for your signal to turn the page and fall back into what you were doing before.
However, even as you both fall back into a rhythm, Isaac can’t help but keep thinking about the conversation. He knows you still get insecure about it sometimes, even after all this time in the mansion and dating him. He also knows you too well, and he’s sure you’re still thinking about it.
When you give him the signal to turn the page, instead of doing so, he turns around to face you.
“Is it okay if we stop for tonight?”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” you reply, assuming he’s tired and wants to sleep. It was a tiring day for both of you, after all. A tiny part of you also wonders if he’s tired of having to wait for you, but you try to push that thought away.
Isaac places the bookmark in the middle of the book, gets up to set it on the coffee table near his bed, and turns off the lights. You wait in bed for him, expecting him to lie down so you can cuddle by his side. But instead, he sits beside you, wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you onto his lap sideways.
“Huh? I thought you were gonna sleep,” you say, confused.
“No, not yet,” he shakes his head. His right hand slides up to your hair, twirling a lock around his index finger and bringing it to his lips, giving it a reverent kiss as he sighs.
“Oh, are you hungry?”
“No, that’s not it either.” He reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers. “I just want to hold you. I-I... thought you would like that…” His voice grows quieter as he speaks, but he tries hard to keep his confidence.
His hand moves from your hair to your shoulder, pulling you into an embrace as he observes you, paying attention to every little reaction to make sure you’re comfortable. He notices the surprise that flashes across your face for a brief second, followed by the faint embarrassment that washes over it.
“Oh… Yes, I’d like that.”
Isaac may not be good at reading other people, their intentions or what they need; but he quickly mastered reading you. He knew that even if you went back to reading, your mind was still occupied with those silly thoughts. As your partner in life, he always wants to make you feel better, to help you see that there’s no reason to feel insecure about it, that he truly doesn’t mind waiting for you, and to show you just how much he loves you. Words aren’t always necessary in these moments — he had learned that. So, he does what he thinks is best: he holds you as close as he can.
His fingers slide from between yours to gently curl around your wrist, guiding your hand up to his face. Pink eyes scan the palm of your hand, tracing the small scar you got because of him. His thumb brushes softly over it as he stares intently, a part of him still feeling bad and guilty about it. But then, you flop your head onto his shoulder with a little huff that tickles his neck. He shifts his gaze to look down at you, watching the pout on your lips and admiring how adorable you look.
“If I can’t feel bad about delaying you or anything, you can’t feel bad about the scar either,” you say.
“They’re very different things,” Isaac frowns.
“No, they’re not. Not to me.” You purse your lips and frown back at him, and he knows this is a battle he won’t win.
With a sigh, he concedes. “All right, all right... if you say so,” he smiles softly. He brings your hand even closer, until his lips touch the scar, reverently and adoringly placing a sweet kiss there. “I suppose it is only fair.”
You don’t say anything, but he feels your head nodding against his shoulder.
His lips leave your palm, slowly making their way to your wrist, creating a soft, warm path on your skin. Isaac is blushing hard now. He can feel the heat rising to his cheeks from being this boldly affectionate with you. But when he feels your whole body shudder in his embrace and hears a content sigh escape your lips, he swallows any lingering shyness. He loves you, you love him, and you’ve been together for a while now. He can be with you like this, without fear or embarrassment. Besides, he still wants to hold you and to reassure you.
The physicist decides to go on, turning your hand in his grip so your palm faces him. He kisses the scar again, then moves his lips to your thumb, kissing it from base to fingertip. He looks down at you, and the soft smile on your face is enough encouragement for him to continue. He gives your index the same treatment, then your middle finger, your ring finger, and finally, your pinky.
When he’s done with them all, he slides his hand back up, fingers intertwining perfectly with yours again, and lowers your joined hands onto your lap. A comfortable silence settles between you two as the hand on your shoulder slides to your back, drawing abstract patterns up and down. He puts some pressure in spots he knows you like, alternating between gentle caresses and small massages.
Isaac loses himself in the moment, feeling you relax in his embrace, your breath tickling his neck. You end up relaxing too much, your body melting and calming in a way that only your lovely, sweet, and adorable lover can provide. You only realize your eyes are fluttering shut when your head, even though resting on his shoulder, slips forward and your forehead meets the side of his neck. The action also brings him out of his thoughts, and he looks down just in time to see you trying to stifle a yawn with your free hand, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“We should sleep, it’s late,” he whispers. You nod softly but don’t give any hint that you’re about to lie down and sleep comfortably, so he knows he’ll have to do it for both of you. “I’m going to move us, okay?”
You nod again, and Isaac slowly falls to his side, your back hitting the mattress and your heads sinking into the fluffy pillow as he holds you close. He adjusts his leg so it’s not crushed between your body and the mattress, avoiding any discomfort for you. His arm settles around the curve of your neck, and he holds you tight, in an embrace that makes you feel safe and relaxed. You yawn again, your eyes closing, and this time, you don’t fight them to stay open. You let your body rest, feeling cozy and warm in his arms.
Isaac watches you for a moment. The rise and fall of your chest, your peaceful expression, the soft and cute snore that escapes you sometimes — despite your insistence that you don’t snore. He smiles to himself, savoring the quiet, content moment as he holds you close.
“Good night, darling,” he whispers.
With a content sigh, Isaac kisses the crown of your head and closes his eyes to rest with you.
Would you love me if I were a worm? Featuring ikemen vampire cast. (With gender neutral reader)
(a/n: when you have too much free time and need your hands to be occupied. Some random bullshit begins to form on your notes)
Napoleon
He finds it funny, why would you turn into a worm?
After seeing your frown tho, he says ok ok yes I will love you
Mozart
Makes a disgusted face and turns you down
First of all, you won't turn into a worm. So why should he answer?
"if people can turn into vampires, why can't I turn into a worm?"
He kicks you out of his piano room
Dude has some thoughts to organise
Leonardo
Laughs at you and says, "what will you do if I say no?"
Pretends to forget about it but after some hours, he comes back to you
"no matter how and what you are or will turn into, I'll still love you"
Arthur
"is this some sort of trick question? Well the answer is obviously yes, my love!"
Vincent
Thinks deeply about it and smiles at you
"of course, I'll still love you. I think you'd make a cute worm too."
Theodorus
Scoffs at you and calls you an idiot
Why would you turn into a worm?
And by chance, you DID turn into one, how was he going to take care of you? There's so many worms out there in the world. What if you get lost and he gets some random worm instead and you, are lost and out in the cold, ready to be squashed by big feet.
Dazai
Uno reverses you instead
Now you're trapped
Would you love him if he was a worm?
Gets sad if you don't answer quickly enough
Sebastian
"I am not doing this right now. If you're free, wash those potatoes instead. I'm already busy as it is"
Stays silent for a while and then sighs
"no matter what, I'd love you always and forever"
Comte
Chuckles a bit at the thought and immediately replies yes
He'd give you a good environment to live in. Some really nutritious soil and compost. Maybe a tiny rock for you to play with
"Comte, you just need to say yes... No need to.... Elaborate on what else you'd do"
"Alright. Well, would you love me if I were a worm?"
Shakespeare
Is fascinated that you even came up with such a question
His answer is yes
But at the same time, he's coming up with scripts that include a dramatic romance between worms. For his own pleasure
Vlad
Says yes immediately.
Thinks you'd look like a cute worm
Maybe he'd put roses next to your habitat or in it.
Charles
"of course! In fact, we can both be worms together! We'll be a happy worm couple"
He's actually taking the idea too seriously and goes ahead making worm habitats and gets a book on "how to raise a worm"
Faust
"I'm not sure. Though I suppose researching on a worm wouldn't be that bad"
Seeing you look unimpressed, he just chuckles while patting your head
CW: Fingering, Artistic Liberties with History | NSFW
Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle / Female-Bodied Reader
Prompt: Abandoned Mansion (caution!)
Notes: This is I think the third time I've ever written smut, so please bear with me. I also thought the title was rather cliche, but I liked it, so... I also think I got a little carried away. Whoops. And Mo, if you read this - I remembered that comment I left you on your fic about the Paris Green and MC freaking out and it immediately came to mind when I rolled this prompt with my dice.
Crossposted on Ao3 here.
Banners/dividers by @natimiles.
For @xxsycamore's event, Sexy Ikemen Summer!
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked, eyeing the abandoned building with suspicion. It appeared to have been an older, late-eighteenth century mansion. Ivy crept up the crumbling mortar like grasping tendrils, giving it a foreboding look.
“It’ll be fine, luv,” Arthur said, a cheeky grin on his face. “A little urban exploration never hurt anyone.”
“I would like to see the evidence to back up that stateme-” You were cut off by Arthur tugging you close and kissing you sweetly.
“Come now. I swore to protect you, didn’t I?” He tapped your nose with a gloved finger. “That includes the dangers of uninhabited, derelict places and all the things that go bump in the dark. You have absolutely nothing to fear as long as I am here with you, okay?”
You exhaled shakily and offered a weak smile. “Okay.”
“Besides,” Arthur added. “You do make a rather adorable damsel in distress.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, and he laughed, taking your hand and leading you inside.
One thing you had never quite gotten used to in this era was the sticky heat and lack of air conditioning. Even though the climate wasn’t too different from what you were used to, the fashion of the day was much more stifling. The summer sun was currently high in the air, beating oppressive rays down on the building. Fortunately, the mansion was still in reasonably good repair; the roof was intact everywhere except the far left wing, where the walls had collapsed in on themselves. It offered some protection from the heat, paltry though it was.
Arthur had, true to his word, faithfully stuck by your side. The vampire hardly even let go of your hand, giving you something to anchor yourself to. You were grateful for his considerate nature.
The sunlight shining through the cracked stained glass windows cast glittering constellations on the dusty wood of the parlor floor. Furniture draped in age-stained cream cloth was positioned in key places around the room. If it weren’t for the thick layer of dust and the obvious smell of decaying wood, you would almost think the owners were just out on vacation.
Arthur had done some amount of research on the building before bringing you here, aided by le Comte and his connections. As it turns out, the owners of this mansion had fled to America twenty or so odd years ago due to some sort of legal trouble. The Crown had seized the mansion to repay the family’s debts and it had remained uninhabited since. According to Comte, the left wing collapse happened a few months after the Crown took over the property, and they hadn’t tried to renovate or rebuild the structure. Ultimately, other than the left side, the mansion should have been perfectly safe - within reason for an abandoned building - for a first-time urban explorer.
He grinned. “Look at this,” Arthur said, using your joined hands to point at the desk in the corner of the room. It was neatly organized, a couple of books stacked on the side. A half-written letter lay on the workspace. A quill pen sat in a long-since-dried inkwell, the bottom of it stained black with India ink. “They really were in a hurry,” Arthur commented, pulling his tortoiseshell glasses from his pocket and setting them on his nose. “Let’s see…”
He blew gently on the surface, scattering the dust. Your eyes watered and you cough into your elbow. “Sorry,” Arthur murmured, rubbing your back lightly as he looked at the letter.
“To my love,
“I hope the day comes when I can see you again. Father says we must leave in order to stay out of prison, and I dread leaving you behind. I had desperately dreamed of the day I would make you my wife, but I fear we must place those plans on hold for now. Wait for me, my love. I will return for you.
“Forever yours,”
And then nothing. There was no signature. You frowned. “The poor dears.. I hope he was able to stay in contact. Or at least let her know what happened.”
Arthur studied the paper intensely for a moment, before looking at the books next to it. “I can’t imagine she wouldn’t know what happened. These kinds of things are rather big gossip in the upper echelons of society.” The hand on your back moved to your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Her family likely refused any further contact with him or his family after they left. Even if he continued to write to her, she probably never saw any of those letters.”
“That’s so sad,” you said, leaning into him. “It sounds like he really loved her.”
“If he loved her half as much as I love you, he must have loved her a lot,” Arthur replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “If you would like, luv, we can maybe try to deliver this letter to its intended recipient. There’s probably some other correspondence between the two stashed somewhere here, if we look for it.”
You looked up at him in surprise. He had a kind smile on his lips, but his eyes were serious. If it were something you wished to do, he would make it happen somehow. “I would, but,” you started to say. “What if it opens up old wounds? What if she’s moved on and this just brings it back up?” You sighed and laid your head against Arthur’s shoulder once more. He ran his thumb up and down your waist in soothing motions. “I don’t want to make things worse.”
“Even if she has moved on, it could give her closure,” Arthur pointed out. “But you are right; it could cause more trouble for them. Maybe we should leave it here?”
You mulled it over for a moment. “If I were in her shoes.. And you had moved away for some reason against your will, I don’t think I could really move on. Even if I was forced to marry someone else. I love you too much to ever forget you.”
Arthur was silent for a moment. “Then we should do everything we can to make sure it’s delivered. Even if it is twenty-something years late,” he said, voice quiet and somewhat choked. You went to move away and look up at him, but Arthur’s hand kept your head against his neck. His free arm wrapped around you and he held you firmly to his body. You gave up fighting him, and just locked your arms around his neck. “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
Arthur finally let go and stepped away from you, looking around the room once more. “Let’s see if we can find out who the lucky lady is, yeah? The game, my dear, is on!”
The two of you went looking around the parlor for any other correspondence between the pair. Coming up empty handed there, you moved to other rooms. Normally Arthur would have been able to make an educated deduction on which room likely belonged to the author, but with the state of disrepair the house was in it was much more difficult. Or at least, that’s what Arthur said - but you suspected he just wanted an excuse to lead you around the house by the hand for a little longer. Not that you’d complain about that.
The two of you looked inside a bedroom suite on the second floor. The door creaked open, revealing a lavish room, covered in linens matching those in the parlor. A thick layer of dust coated the room as it did everywhere else in the house. You carefully stepped over to another desk, this one facing the window that overlooked the long-overgrown lawn. Spread across it were several letters in varying states of completion. Some were well-worn, clearly having been read over multiple times. Those ones appeared to have a different author than the one found downstairs.
“Alyssa Bloodwell,” Arthur murmured. “That name doesn’t ring any bells for me, but Daddy Dearest knows just about everyone worth knowing among Europe’s elite. We can ask him when we get back. For now, though…” Arthur turned to you, a devilish smile on his lips.
“Arthur,” you warned him to no avail. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed you by the hips. Your arms snaked around his neck automatically.
He grinned. “What is it, oh darling love of mine?” He gave you an innocent peck on the lips.
“Oh, don’t even start, Arthur,” you protested, but made no motion to step out of his embrace. His lips moved to the side of your face and you reflexively tilted your head to give him access. “We can’t - not here.”
“Says who?” Arthur murmured seductively, nibbling at the shell of your ear. “It’s not like there’s anyone here to stop us.” He walked you backwards to a sturdy chest of draws against the far wall, and easily lifted you up onto it. “You’ve been looking positively delectable all day. I can’t help myself from wanting a taste.” He leaned in and kissed you more insistently, his fingers dancing around the ribbon at the collar of your blouse.
“You are incorrigible,” You responded weakly, already returning his kiss.
“But you like it, don’t you?” Arthur replied, grazing your earlobe with his fangs. “You dirty little thing.” He ghosted his lips down the side of your neck, pressing a kiss right over your pulse point, before mouthing the spot and sucking hard. You cried out at the sharp pain of it.
Arthur ran his thumb over the red blooming there. “Beautiful,” he said. “I would bite you, but then I’d have to carry you back to grab a carriage.” He ran his tongue down the column of your throat, his fingers gently setting the ribbon to the side and dragging the top of your blouse down. His other hand slid up your skirt, the thumb running back and forth over the flesh of your inner thigh. “And I really don’t want to have to explain that one to the constable,” Arthur whispered, his breath coming out in puffs against your collarbone.
The drag of his sharp fangs against the skin of your chest combined with Arthur’s fingers moving higher underneath your skirt caused your breath to hitch. His gloved hand pressed gently against your clothed sex, applying a small bit of pressure through your underwear. You let out a soft whine at the contact. He rubbed his fingers back and forth between your thighs while leaving love bites all over your exposed chest.
His lips kissed back up your throat, and he pulled away to look at you. Smirking, he pulled his hand from between your thighs and took the glove in between his teeth. Arthur slowly, teasingly, pulled it off of his hand, the now bare appendage returning to its former place between your legs.
“Arthur,” you whimpered as he slid the material of your panties aside. He dragged his fingers back and forth through the wetness gathering there, circling the sensitive nub at the apex of your thighs.
You threw your head back, a low keening sound escaping your lips as he continued to swirl his fingers between your legs. Arthur shot out his other hand to catch the back of your head.
“Look at me,” he murmured. You bit your lip but did as he asked, and he smiled. “Good girl.”
Arthur’s thumb brushed against your lips and then he leaned in for a deep kiss. “You’re so cute when you come undone under my fingers like this,” he purred. “You’re normally so put together.” You probably were a sight to behold right now - skirt hiked up to your hips, blouse untied and loosely draped under your cleavage, chest heaving - you were the very image of debauchery.
Arthur leaned back in for another kiss, his tongue moving against yours in time with his fingers as they pushed inside of you.
Your gaze drifted up, suddenly settling on the walls of the room. Your eyes widened and you broke the kiss. “Arthur,” you breathed, voice scratchy. “Is it just me or is that wallpaper green?”
Arthur groaned and he pulled away with a discontent sigh, his lips forming a frown. “It is, and quite a lovely shade of it. But I don’t see how the color of the wallpaper is more important than my hand.” His fingers deftly continued their work, and you bit back a groan. “Unless you are unsatisfied, and want something more?”
“Because,” you breathed, trying to ignore Arthur’s actions and failing miserably. “Green pigments from around this time period are made of arsenic. It’s poison.” Your thighs trembled as he pleasured you. You were so close-
-and then Arthur suddenly stopped and looked at you, bewildered. You whined at the loss of stimulation. “Really?” He looked away from you, his gaze flitting all around the room that was blanketed in peeling green wallpaper. Arthur’s cobalt gaze met yours again, a light panic to his eyes. “And they didn’t know this?”
“No! The paint was invented sometime in the early nineteenth century and fell out of use during the mid nineteenth century because people were getting sick,” you sighed, the ache in your belly slowly subsiding, leaving you feeling uncomfortable and wanting for more. “It was later used as a pesticide, until they realized that was dangerous, too.” You were somewhat regretting your choice to stop Arthur at this moment. Curse your brain for being safety-conscious even with an incredibly attractive man between your legs, who wanted nothing more than to bring you pleasure.
Arthur sighed, pressing a kiss to your lips. “We should probably continue this elsewhere, then,” he conceded, removing his hands from your thighs. You shuddered at the loss of contact and watched as he lifted his slick-covered hand to his mouth, sucking on the fingers. The lewd sight sent another flare of smoldering heat right to your belly. “When we get back home, you’re going to have to make up for leaving me hanging like this. I hope you’re ready for the consequences of your actions.”
Bonus:
After speaking with Comte about what you discovered while exploring (trespassing), you and Arthur found yourselves standing outside of a beautiful, well-kept mansion in the Parisian countryside. As you approached the gate, a butler, who was trimming roses nearby, placed his garden shears down and stepped over.
“Bonjour, Mademoiselle, Monsieur,” he greeted. “How can I help you?”
“Is there an Alyssa Bloodwell at this residence?” You asked.
The butler frowned. “Madame Bloodwell does live here, yes, but we were not advised of any visitors today. Was she expecting you?”
“Not exactly,” you replied. Arthur then pulled a time-worn letter out of his pocket and showed it to the butler, explaining, “I shan’t go into the specifics on how, but we came across this letter and believe its intended recipient is your mistress. We simply wish it to go where it belongs.”
The butler looked at the letter for a moment before nodding. “If you will, follow me,” he said and led you both into the mansion’s entryway, and from there to the parlor. “Please wait here, mademoiselle, monsieur. I will inform Madame Bloodwell of your visit and we shall proceed from there.”
After a few minutes of waiting, you looked up to see a woman in her late thirties descending the stairwell. “I am Madame Alyssa Bloodwell. I was informed you had correspondence intended for me?” she asked.
You curtsied and Arthur handed over the letter. She took it, eyeing it, and her hand dropped to her chest. “Where did you get this?” she said, breathless.
“We recently came into possession of it,” Arthur said, smoothly avoiding giving the details. “We did some detective work, and determined you were the recipient.”
Lady Bloodwell walked over to an armchair on uncertain legs and sunk down into it. “Louis,” she murmured. “I haven’t heard from him in twenty four years.” Her fingers caressed the fraying edges of the paper. “His family had been found to be embezzling money from one of the royal artisans and was disgraced. They fled Paris in the middle of the night and caught a ship to America. My parents forbade mention of him and the betrothal was called off. I ended up marrying a local lord, but.. I never did stop wondering what happened to him.”
You smiled sadly at her. “I’m sorry that we didn’t come bearing current news, but I’m glad we could at least bring you the letter. It’s obvious how much he loved you.”
“Thank you, cherie,” she said. “Please, is there anything I can do to repay you for doing me this kindness?”
You began to decline, but Arthur cut in. “If you don’t mind, could you answer a question for us as payment?“
She inclined her head.
“Did you ever move on?” Arthur asked, a serious look on his face.
Madame Bloodwell shook her head. “I love my husband,” she began. “But no. Louis was - is - special to me. I never stopped loving him, and I doubt I will stop until the last breath leaves my lungs.” She looked between you and Arthur, a content smile on her face. “I see such a resemblance between you two and myself and Louis. Monsieur, whatever you do, don’t ever lose her.”
Arthur looked straight at you and squeezed your hand. “I won’t.”
