#nishtharya

[venulus]

Hi! If you’re still taking alphabet asks? Can you do F and H for Leonardo and Comte? Thank You!❤️❤️

Hiya, Nish! 💜 I hope you meant NSFW alphabet. Otherwise, I’m sorry ;;;;

Fandom: Ikémen Vampire Featuring: Leonardo da Vinci & Le Comte de Saint-Germain Warnings: Sexual Content | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | Minors DNI

🌸 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It doesn’t matter whether you are the one in charge or not, Leonardo loves it when he’s under you

He loves to have you on top of him with your body flushed against him

It’s really intimate and he just melts under your gentle ministrations

He also enjoys fucking you from behind too

Have you heard of The Hound position?

He loves it!

He presses himself against you as he slides into you from behind

He starts by moving his hips at a slow pace, thrusting deep inside you

And eventually, he speeds up, and his thrusts become shallow and quick

He adores skin-to-skin contact

Not to mention he has easy access to your clitoris and breasts

Leonardo whispers dirty and sweet phrases in your ear before giving your earlobes a gentle nibble

He also licks the shell of your ears and gently blows air on them just to watch you squirm

🌸 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Leonardo has a fair amount of hair down there, it’s not a jungle, but he’s a hairy man

Hair doesn’t bother him, it’s the most natural thing to have 

So he doesn’t see why he should trim it

His hair is thick, dark and curly

He also thinks pubic hair is rather hot, so there’s no way this man would ever trim it

In fact, he’s more than okay if you don’t trim your hair

Not to mention, it’s your body, so he doesn’t really have a say in that

But he does like your pubes

He often plays with your pubes when the two of you cuddle naked after having had sex

🌸 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Unlike Leonardo, Le Comte prefers being the one on top

Having you underneath him gives him the feeling that he possesses some sort of power over you that no one else has

Not to mention that seeing you writhe under him riles him up

It will take a bit of persuasion from your part to get him to willingly relinquish that power

So if you want to top him, you better convince him

And if you want to dom him, well, that’s a whole nother story

If you’re persistent he will, eventually, humour you

Show him how good being the submissive one can feel and he might let you be the one in charge more often

Another thing he enjoys a lot is bending you over his desk and taking you from behind

Especially when you’re on your period

You just get so docile during those days and it drives him insane

🌸 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Le Comte doesn’t have much hair down there, so there’s no reason to trim it

After all, hair is the most natural thing in the world, pubes included

His hair is soft and thin and so very satisfying to the touch

He loves it when you play with his pubes as you snuggled up against him in bed

Just like Leonardo he doesn’t care if you trim, shave or wax your pubes

He’ll still go down on your regardless of your choice

And he makes sure to worship your pussy like his life depends on it

A bit of hair won’t be enough to scare this vampire away

Requests are CLOSED!

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[nafeary]

“Sun and Moon”

⚬ Pairing: Leonardo da Vinci/Reader

⚬ Characters: Reader, Leo, Comte, and Mozart

⚬ Word Count: 1.3k

⚬ Genre: Fluff, but also a lil bit of Leo being an edgelord

⚬ Warnings: none

⚬ Event: 500 Follower Milestone Celebration [Requests Closed]

✧✎ Prompt/s: Requested by @nishtharya

4. “You’re like the moon.” “Didn’t you say I was hot?”

14. “Gossip and cuddles? “Gossip and cuddles.”

✧✎ A/N: haha, did I say flashfics haha uhm... I’m sorry, but im physically unable to write things without plot, it seems. I hope you enjoy this regardless 💜💜💜 take care everyone, and drink water!

Snowflakes were brimming the edge of your wool hat, your fingertips numb and stiff as you pulled your mantle tight around yourself. Impatient footsteps were stamped across the white ground of Comte’s mansion, evidence of you foul mood. Things had been difficult enough, especially with the mansion’s butler having fallen sick, and now a vexing encounter with some disparaging men at weekly market had left you intensely frustrated.

As you huffed a billow of your breath into the air, you spotted the le Comte conversing with Leonardo, the latter rather apparent in showing his apathy. Your eyes met across the distance, molten gold slowly enrapturing your senses—they’ve always had the ability to annihilate even the most stubborn of negative emotions, yet you couldn’t help your frustration at the period-typical misogyny you had had to face.

Your lover promptly turned back to his friend, giving him a friendly pat on his shoulder before sauntering over to you. Le Comte nodded your way before disappearing inside the mansion.

“So,” you began once he stopped in front of your form, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around him and rubbing your icy fingers together in an attempt to spark some warmth. “what were you two talking about?”

“Nothing too important, cara mia.” He’s apparently taken notice of your shivers, warmth spread across your skin, when he clasped your hands in his; then, he started to squeeze them, kneading your skin with his thumbs until you felt the uncomfortable stiffness gradually wear off.

He brought your hands close to his face, pursed his saccharine lips, and started to blow on them. A sensation fizzled to life in your lower tummy, akin to a hearty soup warming you from the inside.

Leo guided your threaded hands to his chest while gazing at you beneath his dense lashes. “He merely informed me that the ball tonight was canceled.”

Ah... the ball. A friend of le Comte’s had invited Mozart to play at that ball—which would have been tonight—and the master of the mansion insisted on his attendance. Society and tradition invariably got their way, thus causing you to be appointed as his entourage. None of you were elated at this development, and you were certain that Leo was reluctant to let you attend a ball as someone else’s sweetheart... pretend or not.

But he’d kept quiet, enjoining you to enjoy yourself while requesting Mozart to look out for you. As much as you appreciated his consideration, you had contemplated the decision to attend regardless—but the occurrences today had officially soiled your mood.

“I see... truth be told, I wasn’t in the mood to hang around nobles, anyway.” And truly, you’d much rather curl up beneath your lover’s blanket, asking Leo whether he could whip up that minestrone that was the epitome of soul food. Perhaps even telling him about those men’s revolting views.

Bits of snow began to powder his ashen hair, reflecting the light of the moon as they slowly melted. The frosty flakes in stark contrast to his calming expression, they prompted you to lift the corner of your lips, not wanting to look too cold and mad under his warm gaze. “I see. Is there anything you’d like to do, mia principessa?”

He shed his mantle, gently pulling it over your shoulders in a graceful arch. “Gossip and cuddles?” You hated how needy you sounded, yet there was no use concealing the desire to spend time with your beau. Leonardo would waste no time figuring out your hidden emotions, either way.

“Gossip and cuddles, it is.”

“—and they had the audacity to tell me that I ought to cover my cleavage further over the day. What’s the point of doing that if evening wear shows of racks left and right, anyway?”

You’d been ranting about the ways of the 19th century for a good hour now. In between a few tears of vexation—especially looking back on the more hurtful comments they’d thrown your way—and plenty furious curses here and there, Leonardo had prepared you some minestrone. After only a couple of spoons, you could already feel the crease in between your eyebrows subsiding.

Now, his arms were protectively wound around your stomach, molding the marbles of your spine against his chest. Being the big spoon was his favourite thing, that much he’d admitted. Not that you were complaining, of course—the warmth his hugs shared was incomparable. “Thank you for listening to me. I’m sorry if I bored you.”

“Nonsense,” he whispered in response, pressing his soft lips against the shell of your ear, and continued peck after peck until he reached your temple. “They had know right judging you based on your appearance.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, the only sound disturbing the peace resounding from the little cocoon Lumiere had curled herself into, adorable quiet mewling making you simper from ear to ear.

You recalled the earlier fortunate events, halting at the sheer convenience. Pursing your lips in thought, you were more than certain that Leonardo must have asked Comte to excuse yourself from the activity upon seeing your distress—he could read you like no other, after all. He must have already known to your desire not to attend the festivities.

“You know, Leo? You’re like the moon, in some ways.”

He playfully nibbled your ear, prompting you to flinch in surprise, vermillion staining your cheeks. “Didn’t you say I was hot? Just yesterday, you were claiming that in between your pretty gasps—”

Swiftly, you turned around, lightly pinching his arms in the process. “I get it. Let me talk.” As serious as you were trying to come across, you couldn’t help a few giggles from slipping past your mouth, his wide-eyed expression, and that surprised pout lacing his lips, just too satisfactory.

“You’re always incredibly attentive and caring. No matter what, you never fail to watch over your loved ones, just like the moon never fails to guide us through darkness.” Just the way he immediately got to work to make you feel better, without ever having been asked to do so, filled you with a sense of belonging.

Your stare fluttered past the window revealed by the drapes, the moonlight sparkling in alabaster droplets that poured from the kohl sky.

“Beyond that, you never reveal your true intentions—even if you’re directly called out, you just... manage to stay in the shadows without ever admitting that you were looking out for someone.” You’ve gotten used to your lover’s innovative ways—both in helping people out, and hiding that that’s what he was assaying to achieve.

“And you shine so so bright, Leonardo. Especially when you choose to step into your moonlight, celebrating with the people around you instead of merely watching them live from the shadows.” At this point, you were aware that your were trailing off, the cogs in your mind turning slower and slower, as though they were treading through syrup.

Slowly, his body began to respond to your admittedly embarrassing musings, yet his eyes were the last thing you managed to focus on before succumbing to your exhaustion, a stunning gold that beheld you as if you were his greatest treasure.

As you let your head fall onto his chest, he could feel his unconscious slipping to and fro like an ocean tide as he whispered a honeyed, “ti amo, cara mia,” into the tangles of your hair, the universe never seeming so in orbit.

“If I am indeed the moon, you are the sun—so bright, I’m afraid I might appear to tenebrous.”

Tag List of the most wonderful sweethearts (just message me if you’d like to be added <3): @juminly @kisara-16 @sweetlittlemouse @thesirenwashere @nad-zeta @delicateikemenmemes

[gossamer-sky]

Leonardo has probably gone and fallen asleep in Napoleon’s bed before and Napoleon doesn’t notice and they end up taking a nap together. Mc sometimes joins.

Yes 

Leo just slipping into the room because Napoleon’s bed is criminally comfortable no wonder the man has to be kissed out of bed goddamn and this happens often enough that Napoleon isn’t the least bit surprised when he rolls over only to find the genius sound asleep (he’s especially content with mc sprawled at his other side)

(I’m cheered up but you can still send me your ikemen headcanons)

[contemplativepervert]

It’s time to bully Leonardo😍🤚

it looks like his coat is cosplayin curtains

[leonardhoee]

Why am I getting specific hate in this fandom from people I’ve never interacted with before?? Tf did I do to y’all LMAO

[drdevoraak]

Can you make a mood board for Julian Devorak with red black and sliver as the color scheme?

HELL 👏

YES 👏

[gossamer-sky]

R,S,V for Leo please? Thanks💜

Faust requested as well

💝💝

Leo

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- Generally, he weighs the pros and cons of every decision carefully before making up his mind, however

- With you in his life he’s found himself becoming more risky and impulsive than ever before

- You make it difficult, with the smug little smile you flash in his direction when you know you’re being naughty

- The way you press your hips back into him when he’s close, looking at him with heat in your eyes

- How can he be expected to maintain composure when faced with all that?

- He doesn’t, he’s fucked you in every room and on every surface of the mansion at this point

- He’s quite sure you could convince him to do anything and he’s not upset about it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- He’s not a goddamn quitter so you better be ready

- Already has incredible stamina but endeavours to improve upon it for you

- He’s real fucking good at pacing himself, will switch up his rhythm mid-fuck if he knows it’ll make him last longer

- Takes great pride in the way you whine at this

- Will not stop until you’re close to tears, burying your face in the pillows and just wailing

- You think you may have actually died and this is heaven

- You’re going to have an interesting time attempting to sit down the next day

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- He’s not loud exactly, but he’s always making noise

- He talks all the time, teasing you, goading you

- This eventually evolves into describing how you feel inside, how amazing you look stretched out on him

- You get so flustered, and then he just starts talking about that

- Your very favourite though, is when he gets close

- He starts moaning, not bothering to hide his pleasure from you

- Broken fragments of Italian and Latin falling from his mouth

- It gives you such a power trip that you make him wild enough to lose a bit of the eloquence he usually exudes

Faust

R = Risk

- Projects the image that he’s very against risk taking and indecent behaviour, looking down on the idea with a judgmental frown

- When really he’s the exact opposite

- The thrill of touching you in public gets him harder than fucking rock

- His mind is nearly overflowing with all the depraved, sinful things he wants to do to you

- And he’s going to follow through on every single fucking one

- You better realize what the hell you’ve signed up for now; once you start fucking with this man, you’re never going to be the same

S = Stamina

- Seems to have limitless, otherworldly self control

- He can play your body like an instrument, coaxing the most beautiful reactions out of you without even breaking a sweat

- You’ll come two to three times in a row, to every one of his orgasms

- His every touch is deliberate, consuming

- Even when he sinks his fangs into you, he still drinks with tightly bound restraint

- You sometimes shudder and come again just from feeling his steady, even gulps at your throat

- He leaves you wrung out and exhausted, delirious with pleasure

V = Volume

- Quiet quiet quiet

- He barely makes any noise even in the heat of the moment; just exhales harshly and drops his mouth open on silent gasps

- For all that he’s soundless, his hands squeeze twice as hard, as if the excess energy has to be released somewhere

- It’s almost embarrassing how loud you are in comparison, but he adores it

- If you try to hush yourself he’ll give you a look

- Will increase his efforts tenfold to make you moan, and it works oh my god does it ever work

- Smirking, whispers against you, “Sing for me, little bird”

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