Hi all, I’m Kaze, 25+, you can find me writing about otome boys and crying over my wallet as I go to various collabs and events. Originally from the UK, I now live in Japan!
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one fluffy, one dirty, one wildcard for Nanamin!! I love him so much ;3;
CLINK CLINK, this meeting of the GREAT TASTE CLUB is now in session!!! 🥂😍 You and me both! He’s so good! I just have to hope my love for Nanami redeems my absolute hoery for Sukuna.
(Requests are open through May 1 if you’d like to get one in, reader!)
He’s a clean...
Nanami is an adult man, and he’s ruthlessly sensible about the things he thinks grown men should take pride in: flowers or other gifts on anniversaries, walking on the street side of the sidewalk, planning for trips together (...as, you know, cursed spirits, armageddon, etc. allow). These things are so assumed and scheduled they may come off as uncaring, but the truth is he cares and respects deeply— it’s part of why Gojo’s antics piss him off, Nanami thinks the respect is crucial. He thoughtfully picks out which flowers to give you. He would never agonize over them, that would be a waste of time, but he is careful to look for things you like, and for the quality of an arrangement.
He 100% gets you a very fine watch for your birthday in a style you like, and buys a coordinating one for himself. He’s not gushy about it, but stick around and you will notice a pattern of paired gifts like that. ♥️ Gift him things he might be able to put on a desk (a home desk. home desk.) one day, like a high-quality compass made of brass. He’ll grin. Just watch carefully for it so you don’t miss it.
Mean...
(under the cut)
...Puppy-attracting machine.
He is the EXACT type of human that cheerful, dumb animals (like Itadori I KID, I ♥️ Yuji) gravitate toward. Make this man walk through a vet clinic or shelter or groomer’s and he is going to come out like he just katamari-ed a room of happy animals. He did NOT, he did not give them so much as a look, but they just love him and flock to him right away. They know he is good. They know he is not likely to break and give them pets but they have to TRY because they know it would feel like heaven if he so much as thought about it. 100% lets them cling as long as the clinging is not interfering with anything. He has a general soft spot for domesticated animals and feels responsible for them in a broad sense. Nanami would have a cat if he could.
So about that Mean...
Oh my god, he’s not mean, at all. He’s not suddenly much nicer or anything, but he’s not mean! He’s a pretty vanilla (PREMIUM vanilla) kind of guy, but he enjoys a good ass slap—giving, not getting, but if you’re close you can rub his butt and maybe give it a little love tap when he gets out of bed— and a modest amount of shibari (no suspension) for you both. He’s not a man that needs to shake out his stresses in his sex life in any way, he views them as distinct. When he’s with you, he’s with you, for both of you. ♥️
Buttttttttttttttt, if you ask him to wear some ropes under his clothing for the day, and he doesn’t have a reason to say no... he’ll give you a long, long look and then tilt his head toward the chest where you keep everything.
Title: On Your Knees
Author: @kazesuke
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Character(s): Comte de Saint-Germain, Female MC
Rating: E- Explicit
Warnings: Lots of smut, cock-warming, shibari, oral sex, dirty talk, doggy style, cunnilingus, body worship
Prompt: Kink
Summary: 5 times she was on her knees for Comte and one time he gladly knelt for her.
1.
Comte sighed as he perused the many letters he received on a daily basis. Shifting a little, he felt the warmth of her mouth tighten momentarily around his cock. He stroked his fingers through her hair in silent apology for any discomfort but she hummed softly, sending a streak of pleasure along his hard cock.
Her legs had to be aching by now. She’d been beneath his desk for a long while and he still couldn’t believe how readily she’d agreed to go along with his request. Her hair whispered soft against his fingers as he stroked and pet, his cock swelling as she sucked gently. He gave a tug when it became too much and felt her shudder around him. Comte had already filed that little detail away for later.
He returned to his letters, groaning this time in irritation at the content, some request from a far off cousin who’d gotten into trouble with the locals <i>again</i>. Comte rocked his hips, replacing the frustration with pleasure, feeling the slide of his cock into her pretty little mouth. He moved slowly and lazily as he composed a reply in his head, his hips stopping to regain concentration while he wrote it. He chuckled softly at the disappointed whine from under the desk.
“Patience, ma chérie. I still have many more <i>frustrating</i> letters to reply to.” He groaned at her swallow of reply. “Naughty girl,” he added softly, eyes tracking across the page but his thoughts filled with her.
2.
Moonlight was beautiful, eternal like so few things were, bathing his beloved’s skin in cold brilliance. The rope, harmony in its difference, warm and heavy in his hands as he wove it around her body in intricate patterns he’d learnt over the many centuries. Pink blossomed across her skin, her chest heaving faster with each pull of the rope sliding against her slick pussy.
Comte tied the final knot, tracing the rope and watching her shiver. “Perfect,” he breathed. Comte hooked a finger beneath a length of rope and met her eyes, dark and warm, before he tugged. Pleasure suffused across her face and a moan tumbled past her trembling lips, the flood of pleasure clearly catching her by surprise. He kissed her cheek, a chaste press of her lips in complete contrast to the unrelenting tug of the rope in his hands. She moaned and trembled, back arching as she pushed her body closer to him.
He longed to touch her, certain in the knowledge she didn’t know just how much he tortured himself teasing her like this. Keeping his touches to the bare minimum, just a little stroke, a quick tug when all he wanted to do was drown in her night after night until he’d claimed all she had.
Comte drew back, settling his hands on her knees, her legs bound beneath her as he idly stroked patterns. Beautiful, she was so beautiful.
He ducked his head, tongue flicking across her nipple and drawing a quiet gasp before he took it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue, hot and wet around it, sucking and holding back his amusement when her hands jerked and dragged the rope against her sensitive pussy.
She’d soon learn.
3.
“Open your mouth.” The words settled into the quiet air of the room, his voice barely breaching the silence. She knelt before him, her cheeks flushing as those words registered. She slowly opened her mouth, watching his cock twitch in anticipation.
The rustle of his clothes sounded loud in comparison when he stepped closer, the tip of his cock rubbing against her tongue and then sliding into the wet warmth of her mouth. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her, holding her gaze.
She opened her mouth wider and something deep inside him flared with desire, but he held back, slid his hips forward and watched his cock disappear. Keeping absolutely still, her eyes slid shut with a soft moan that vibrated across his skin.
Comte rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, letting his cock slide in and out of her willing mouth until he rested the tip of his cock on her tongue. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he began to stroke, feeling the pleasure rush through him. He groaned and shivered, setting a lazy pace while already imagining his come splattered across her tongue and slipping down her throat.
He breathed her name and her eyes fluttered open, the pure heat in her gaze enough to send him over the edge. Comte stroked hard and fast, coating her mouth with his come and watching flecks escape onto her skin. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, moaning quietly at the taste.
4.
Comte did feel a little mean to bother her while she worked, but he knew scrubbing the floors was one of the more frustrating jobs she had to contend with. He crouched down behind her. “Chérie,” he murmured before placing a warm hand on her lower back, leaning his head on her shoulder.
“Comte, wha-?”
“I couldn’t help but stop to talk to you.” His fingers moved in comforting circles, slipping lower and skimming over her skirt before moving to places more innocent. “I know this is a very hard job, but I also know you enjoy being on your knees for me.”
He spoke in barely a whisper, not wishing for anyone else to hear his words to her. Comte chuckled at the pink that spread across her cheeks. “Just think of me, watching you clean, the way you work so hard, the sway of your body, enticing me to do things that will leave your cleaning the last thing on either of our minds. As much as I enjoy the view, I much prefer you spread beneath me.”
Comte nipped her earlobe, catching the sharp gasp of her breath before he got to his feet and straightened, patting her on the head. “Good work as always, I’m looking forward to dinner and dessert this evening.” When she turned to him, he gave her a soft smile but knew she would still see his passion for her. “Make sure Sebastian doesn’t keep you too late, hmm?”
She nodded and he turned, walking quickly away before he really did take her away from her task.
5.
His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her body back into him as his cock sank deep inside her. Her sweet cry filled his ears and he hid his satisfied groan in her shoulder. Comte draped across her back, feeling every inch of her, warm and soft. Her hips rocked back, meeting his hips with each thrust, her moans muffled into his pillows.
“Ah - chérie-” he groaned. “You feel wonderful.”
Her skin felt warm beneath his palm as he cupped her breast and squeezed. His fingers slipped to her nipple, pinching and twisting while she bounced slow and steady against his hips. Comte groaned into her skin, nuzzling into her skin and inhaling deeply. The sweetness of her filled his nose and the thrum of her pulse called like a siren in the night.
She couldn’t know how she truly enticed him every moment of every day. He pinched harder, desperate to sink his fangs into her, desperate to bite with teeth alone, but he didn’t trust himself. Instead, Comte tugged and twisted mercilessly, feeling her squeeze tightly around his cock, drawing him in. “Beautiful girl, wonderful girl,” he whispered into her skin, fingers slipping to her wet and swollen clit.
She trembled beneath the touch to her sensitive bundle of nerves as he stroked with each hard thrust. Her pussy tightened, squeezing and fluttering with pleasure that he felt shake her smaller frame.
“Come for me.” He spoke the words against her ear and felt her body give in.
Her pussy squeezed hard and he barely managed a few more thrusts into her exquisite heat before he tumbled over the edge right alongside her. Comte spilt every last drop into her greedy pussy even while her voice pitched higher as she became more sensitive.
Comte finally stilled, buried inside her and panting softly. He pressed soft kisses to every patch of her he could reach, hearing her soft sighs of contentment. “I hope I didn’t go too hard,” he hummed, unable to resist teasing her.
He saw her blush as she huffed softly. “No, you didn’t, I’m fine.”
He chuckled and her body squeezed in protest, a soft gasp escaping her “No? Then I’ll have to try harder.”
Sebastian would have to forgive him. His excellent butler would be without help tomorrow.
+1.
He could drown in the fire of her eyes. She sat tall and proud on the bed, her stocking-clad foot resting on his thigh. So close. Not close enough.
She smiled sweetly but a not-so-innocent edge he never saw in the daylight tugged at the edges of it. Sometimes Comte wondered if he dreamed it.
Her fingers, still soft and delicate despite all the work she did for them, settled beneath his chin and tipped his head. Their gazes met and he surprised even himself by blushing. Comte worshipped her, showered her with gifts every opportunity he got, liked to fluster her at every turn, and yet….
Truly a goddess. A bright spot in a house of darkness and second chances. He’d be jealous, if not for the fact that she’d been gracious enough to choose his bed and his company to share.
Her thumb brushed electric across his cheek bone, feeling the heat beneath it. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Comte always had, ever since he’d first seen her in the Louvre. He’d found himself unable to take his eyes off her.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She smiled, hiding her blush in her movement and the rustle of her negligee, drawing his attention as her legs parted. The thin, gauzy fabric fell away, revealing the glistening lips of her pussy.
Her fingers grasped tightly in his hair and she dragged him forward. Comte moaned when she pressed him close and he immediately began to lick and suck. She tasted heavenly, her essence sweet on his tongue as he licked and swallowed her juices like a man starved. His cock ached and bobbed eagerly between his legs but just as he enjoyed teasing her, well, she liked to pay him back.
She moaned above him, sighing in pleasure, dragging him up to her clit. Comte teased and traced the bundle of nerves, knowing she drew closer and closer to her orgasm. Her fingers teased through his dishevelled hair, tugging lightly on the strands as her thighs trembled.
Her hips rocked and she pressed him impossibly close, used his mouth as if he had no say in the matter, and he felt all too happy to worship her in any way she pleased. He devoured her, her thighs pressing tight when he heard her tumble over the edge, only stopping when she dragged him away from her slick skin.
Comte groaned softly in disappointment but her flushed face soon filled the void. “Patience, naughty boy.” And he shivered as she turned the familiar nickname back on him. “We’ve barely begun.”
To the commissioner:
I hope you really enjoy this, I had a looot of fun writing it! Thank you for commissioning us <3
Reimi woke up later than usual today. She didn't hear the normal hustle and bustle of the residents this morning. "Guess I missed helping out with breakfast, huh?" she thought.
Strolling into the kitchen, Sebastian had already started working on the peanut butter sandwiches for lunch.
"Do you need any help?"
"Not at the moment, but Leonardo wanted to see if you could assist him in tidying up his desk a bit. Apparently Lumiere accidentally knocked over a stack of papers earlier."
Taking that familiar walk down the hallway, she pauses in front of his room. She feels the heat rise in her cheeks when she remembers the things they've done together in here.
Knock. No answer.
"Leonardo?" Still nothing.
Turning the knob, she takes a peek in. "Guess he stepped out for a bit."
Looking around, nothing really looked out of place. For Leonardo's standards at least. Except one thing. There was a envelope on his desk, atop his usual mess of papers and notebooks.
For Reimi, it says.
Gently tearing off his embellished "D" on the back, she unfolds the letter.
To anyone else, it probably looks like random scribbles, like complete gibberish. To her though, she knows his secret...
Pairing: Kansuke/MC
Characters: Kansuke, Shingen and MC
Rating: E
Words: 2003
Summary: The warmth of her hand in his still lingered on his skin. By all accounts he knew that to be ridiculous and impossible. Yet he still felt the weight of her gentle hand.
Author’s Note ( @kazesuke ): Written for @jojobah526 on tumblr for the slbp-secret-cupid exchange!
I hope you enjoy this, it was great to get a chance to write Kansuke!!
AO3 link
The warmth of her hand in his still lingered on his skin. By all accounts he knew that to be ridiculous and impossible. Yet he still felt the weight of her gentle hand.
It shouldn’t have surprised him but her fingers had their own callouses. Where his came from fighting and protecting Harunobu, hers came from cooking and knives held too tightly or too long as she chopped and seasoned their every meal.
The blush hadn’t once left her cheeks all the way home and he had been glad for it. It appeared quite striking on her. His hands worked on medicine but his mind wandered to her in other shades of pink. Kimono or rouge or maybe nothing at all.
Heat stole across his cheeks and he refocused on the task at hand. He shouldn’t be thinking such ridiculous thoughts - not right now, at least. Even if he’d told her that her affairs were often on his mind. He didn’t need to think of those sorts of affairs.
Certainly not when the most that had been bestowed upon them was the warmth of each other’s hands.
He’d wanted to kiss her.
He wanted to kiss her until the pink stain of her blush became almost permanent, until she pulled him to her.
A shake of his head again and he finished the medicine, preparing it for Harunobu. If he hurried then it would likely coincide with a cup of tea.
It did, as it happened. He stepped into the room on shadows but she soon noticed his presence and turned to him with a flash of surprise before warmth stole across her expression and she smiled.
His eyes quickly turned to his lord and he offered the medicine in his hands. “You should take it now.” His tone firm, it left no room for argument as always.
“Exactly! Here’s your tea, Lord Shingen.”
Harunobu only laughed and Kansuke failed to see what he found quite so amusing but his lord grinned widely and took the medicine without issue - chasing it down with some tea.
“Thanks, both of you. What am I going to do with such eager nurses?” He laughed again and Kansuke still didn’t think it warranted that amount of amusement. But a lovely blush settled on her cheeks as she flustered and protested that she’d only brought him tea and really Kansuke had done all the work.
He’d have called it jealousy but he also knew he loved and cared for Harunobu too much to feel that. And yet a little something spiked through him that someone else had made her blush.
Hmmm.
She soon excused herself, promising to bring kinako mochi for Harunobu.
“You’ve always been a cautious one, huh Kansuke?” Harunobu spoke it like a question but it wasn’t. “You should live a little. Consider it an order.”
Kansuke understood the amusement in that at least and a little huff of laughter escaped him. “Yes, Harunobu.”
He found her at the end of the day when dinner had long finished and the sky had long darkened. He found her out on the veranda, the moon casting softly over her features.
Kansuke had never had many thoughts about the moon but in that moment nothing but gratefulness filled him.
He sat down beside her and she offered him tea as though she had known he’d come. Maybe Harunobu had said something to her too.
“Lord Shingen mentioned having two cups ready this evening. Did you need something, Lord Kansuke?”
He needed her.
The warm smile and the soft glow illuminating her only cemented that further. He longed to sit with her and yet the cold had crept in to Kai, even more so than when he’d held her hand.
“You.” No gentle reminder of the weather slipped past his lips but, instead, the unaltered truth. “I need you.”
Confusion crossed her face for a moment. The answer probably sounded odd. She’d already guessed he needed her, just not in how he had meant it. Her gaze slipped from his but he caught the blaze of red that decorated her cheeks.
He reached out for her, far more intimately than he had dared before, and cupped her cheek, turning her face to him.
Whilst pink had been striking, the deep red sent fire to his belly and he pulled her closer.
He knew logically that people didn’t taste of anything, yet she intoxicated him from the first press of lips. A surprised noise slipped from her throat and he greedily took it.
Kansuke’s fingers slipped into silky strands, her hair loose after a long day’s work. She moaned and panted against his lips as she reciprocated and claimed him more fiercely than he’d thought she would.
He groaned softly, a quiet noise that even she would have barely heard, as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Kansuke quickly realised just how intoxicating she had become and he soon found her beneath him. Her hair splayed across the wooden boards of the veranda, her expression slightly dazed but wanting before he pressed his lips to the soft, delicate skin of her throat.
He kissed and licked and did whatever it took to draw the sweet sounds she breathed from her lips. Part of him felt satisfied in that alone.
But he still didn’t fail to hear the footsteps. Probably she had. Not yet at any rate.
Kansuke regretfully drew back. “It’s particularly cold this evening, perhaps we should retire?” He studied her for the slightest glint of hesitation in her expression.
Only a beat of trepidation passed before she found her resolve and nodded.
The short distance from the edge of the veranda to her room became a whirlwind of tea, cups and stolen looks. The door bumped a little against the wood frame as it closed just in time for measured steps to pass by her room.
The silhouette of some retainer that she would probably recognise but could not name passed by. He turned to her with a little smile and she let out a breath she’d been holding.
Adorable.
Kansuke kissed her again before she could say anything. All his life, restraint had been something he’d always had, but around her it scattered to the winds. Especially now their confession had been made mutual.
He settled himself between her thighs, pushing her back on to her already made futon, peeling away the coat she’d thought to settle on her shoulders. His mouth returned to her neck, groaning against her skin as he felt the unabashed hammering of her pulse.
She gasped as he slid his hand into her collar and he realised too late his hands must be cold. But the jump of her hips told him that maybe she didn’t care so much about the temperature. “I’m sorry, I suppose my hands are cold,” he apologised all the same.
She shook her head. “It’s fine.” Her tone sounded breathless and that spattering of pink had returned to her cheeks.
He choose not to mention it further as he pinched and tugged her peaked nipple. Her body as soft as he’d imagined.
“K - Kansuke-” she moaned his name and he had to claim her lips again. Her hands feverishly reached for the deep plum clothes he always wore and between the two of them it took them barely any time at all to strip away everything but his fundoshi.
His fingers tangled in her hair as he settled his weight on her just a little more. He desperately claimed and re-claimed her lips, barely giving her so much as a gulped lungful of air.
Her sleeping kimono had ridden up her thighs, her wet centre pressed to his bulging cock, and he felt the tremors and shudders intimately.
The noises against his lips would stay with him for the rest of his life - he knew that - as her voice climbed higher and higher and the rhythm of her hips faltered and trembled with ecstasy.
She came apart like the bursting of a thousand stars but twice as beautiful. She panted against his lips because he’d had to let them go to scour her face, to take in every twitch of pleasure and trace of lust that showed on her features.
Every expression appeared so easily on her face and he’d never found one more fascinating. His thumb traced her blush as her gaze locked onto him. Her blush deepened and she reached for his face, tracing his lips.
“I like it the most when you smile, Kansuke.” Heat blazed across his own cheeks, surely deep enough to match hers. Kansuke knew he smiled rarely but he couldn’t help himself around her.
It almost hurt when she brought smiles to his lips but the pain meant nothing compared to the way her eyes lit up. She laughed at his blush, at him, but it could never upset him.
He kissed her lightly on the lips and sat up to untie her belt and push the sleeping kimono open. Her legs were already splayed, each delicate leg hooked over each of his thighs and her pussy glistening enticingly.
She didn’t blush so much at his intense gaze because when he looked to her face, her gaze had wandered from his, taking in every inch of him and, undoubtedly, cataloguing the scars that littered his chest. Her eyes slipped lower and lower until surely she could tell just how much he desired her.
The slash of red and her eyes snapping up to his only confirmed it. He felt more aware of the smile he gave her this time. Soft and reassuring.
The one she gave him back looked as reassuring as he’d hoped his own had been so he supposed it had been successful. His fingers made quick work of his own fundoshi and surely the both of them were blushing before he moved over her again.
The skin on skin contact had his hips moving as he pressed light kisses to her lips before trailing down her neck. She breathed his name and his pace only increased.
Her release had all but glistened in the low light and he could feel the easy glide as he rubbed against her pussy - warm and wet against him.
She shivered and moaned beneath him, writhing and hips bucking again as the head of his cock rubbed and bumped against her already sensitive clit. “Good… You feel good,” he whispered into her skin, mouth moving to hers again. He wanted to see her come undone one more time beneath him.
She cupped his face, pulling him closer and he shuddered out a breath as their foreheads touched and she breathed his name against his lips. He could barely keep the slow but steady pace he’d started but her soft smile told him enough.
He let go, watching her as his hips sped up, grinding against her wet pussy. Shuddering breaths were all that left him, a deeper groan settling in his chest when she hooked her leg over his hip and dug her heel into his ass.
He spilt warm and thick across her stomach, her surprised gasp ending on a moan as she trembled and pulsed beneath him, pushing the last spurts of come from his dick.
Kansuke nuzzled into her hair as his body shivered with pleasure. Their chests heaved together, pulling and pushing in unison, hearts hammering as if trying to seek a home in the other’s chest.
He thought about moving but then she pulled him closer, down into the warmth of her embrace and he found he didn’t care about the mess. “I’m not too heavy?”
“No, it’s perfect.” He sunk into her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and breathing out everything he’d ever held in on a soft breath.
The stickiness and messy reality could wait at least a few hours or at most until morning as he basked in the afterglow, just as warm as the smiles she bestowed on him and only him.
thank you for all your Dazai posts, I love him so much and you write for him so well 😭 there’s just not even Dazai content around! I can’t wait until we FINALLY get his route in the Eng version. Thanks again <3
Aww, hey, thank you! You’re welcome! I am scratching my own itch when people ask for him, so don’t give me too much credit.
(。>‿<。 ) ♡♡
I am also READYYYYY for his English route! I’m hoping that when he’s more widely available there will be a creative surge around the character and we’ll all get more canon and more delicious fan content. Fingers crossed! This beautiful soft sadsack needs love real bad! (And I need more Bunta, never ever ever enough Bunta.)
You may have already enjoyed all these, but here are some of my favorite Dazais, in case you need to scratch your itch for that beautiful sadvamp, too siiiiiiigh:
anng 1 (annnnd 2, and also 3, which is one of my favorite pieces of art EVER)
Beni
cee’s sneakily, softly devastating Christmas scene *clutches chest*
kazesuke (this is my favorite Dazai fic and every time I so much as think about it I grin so dumb and big I feel like I should hide my face)
primeveras
Sara’s timestamp (soffffffffffffft)
Vaiva
Shrimpi posted a beautiful Dazai piece I would love to link to but it looks like she’s set sail for One Piece and taken down her otome art (BUMMER 4 THE WORLD, but I want to mention her because her work is really 💜💜💜 and she is so great!).