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Title Credit: vermilion_aura
Story Type: Fanfiction, One Shot
Genre(s): Erotica, Romance
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Arthur Conan Doyle + OC
Warning(s): Sexual material
Summary: Arthur is in a mood and hits a wall with writing as a result. So, he decides to pay a visit to the only person who is able to calm it and possibly inspire some new ideas.
Comments: This is the other Ikemen Vampire one shot that I wrote alongside Working Up a Sweat. I can't neglect my main man, Arthur when he is who he is. Hope you guys enjoy it!
He finished writing the last of the story he was currently working on and put his pen down, leaning back against his chair. He removed his glasses, setting them down on the desk and ran his fingers through his hair. He had been in a mood all day, and not even his usual comforts of writing stories and coffee calmed that restless mood. Whenever those failed him, there was always one person to calm it.
His mind conjured up an image of a familiar, beautiful face accompanied by long, loose, wavy caramel brown hair, matching eyes that were as warm as honey, and a smile that always brightened his day whenever he saw it. He then began to fantasize her teasing him, and it only made the mood feel worse. He wanted to pin her to either a wall or his bed, hold her wrists down on either side of her, lift her skirt up, rip her blouse open and take her.
The heat boiling within him surged to that of an inferno, and after breathing out an irritated sigh, Arthur stood up from his chair and left the room, heading towards the chamber of the woman that not only teased and taunted him, but also the release he needed. Now that he thought about it, she could probably inspire another tale for him to write.
She combed her long, caramel brown curls before setting the comb down on the vanity and preparing herself for bed. For her day off, she decided to have a lazy day and thus, spent a good majority of the day between lounging in her chamber and enjoying the sunshine and gentle breeze in the garden. Due to her man being busy with another story, Daniela didn’t get the opportunity to spend any time with him, much less see him. It wasn’t a total loss, for she was sure she would see him first thing in the morning. Hell, it didn’t hurt to have a day to herself every once in a while; there were moments when a woman needed alone time.
She pulled the duvet back on the bed and loosened the sash on her robe, ready to crawl into bed and go to sleep when a sharp knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. She quickly pulled her robe over her body before approaching the door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Arthur. May I come in?”
Her heart leapt at the sound of his voice, and she opened the door, her caramel eyes coming into contact with the familiar sapphire eyes of her man.
“Are you done writing for the day?”
“I am, and I just had an itch to see you since I haven’t seen you all day today thanks to work.”
With a small smile, Daniela stepped aside so that he could walk in, which he did without hesitation. Once he was inside, she shut the door behind him and turned the key to lock the door. She kept her hand on her robe to keep herself covered as she turned around to face him. Her heart stopped dead in its tracks when she saw the expression on his face as he turned towards her.
“Why are you covering yourself, my darling Dani? You have no reason to hide from me when I’ve seen you in full.”
A smirk soon crossed his lips, and she knew that smirk anywhere. He only gave her that smirk whenever he wanted to have some fun, and she begged to wonder how long he had been in one of these “moods” that she came to know so well.
She barely sucked in a breath and hardly had any time to react when he reached for her wrist and pulled her close to him. Arthur walked back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and sat down. His hands then moved to the curve of her bottom, giving it a light squeeze before bringing her even closer to him. Her legs spread apart for him, and she was soon straddling his lap, placing her feet flat on the sheets. Even with their clothes in the way, Daniela felt his arousal, and she was certain that he could feel how wet she was too.
“Already soaked for me, are we, luv? Guess it’s time for me to strip you out of these pesky clothes that have been obscuring my view.”
Acting on impulse, she crossed her arms over her chest, only for him to quickly seize her wrists and pull her arms down at her sides.
“You won’t be hiding that sexy body from me, darling. I suggest you stay completely still,” he purred, watching as the fabric of her robe parted to reveal her nightgown. Her body stayed completely still, obeying his command as he pulled her robe off her shoulders and down her arms, letting it hit the floor. Her nightgown appeared to come completely undone before his sapphire gaze, the straps already beginning to hang off her shoulders.
She gulped, her cheeks growing warm and flushed when he licked his lips, and she fought to stay still when he grabbed the skirt portion of her nightgown. He gathered the fabric in his hand and pushed it up, revealing her leg, and he placed his palm on her thigh, her skin soft and smooth to the touch. Unable to not move any longer, Daniela grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hungrily. Arthur slipped his tongue into the cavern of her mouth, taking in as much of her sweet taste as their tongues performed a sensual dance.
He was forced to break the kiss abruptly when his hands grabbed her dress and pulled it up over her head. His breath hitched at the sight of her delicate body, and he wasted no time latching onto a perk, hardened nipple while he twisted the other one between his fingers. She arched into him, her hands finding his back and crumpling the fabric of his shirt. In one swift movement, she was on the bed, her hair splaying with him hovering over her. He wasted no time stripping himself out of his clothes, loving that heated gaze she was giving him.
Her breath hitched in her throat when he freed his hardened length from the confinement of his pants and then quickly pulled her panties down. The sight of her nude body added to the pounding of his already racing heart, and as much as he wanted to be inside her, he wanted to touch her first.
He used his knee to part her legs, creating a niche for his hips as he crawled on top of her and pressed his muscular form down against her. His hands stroked up and down her sides, feeling her soft, smooth skin and taking it to memory. One hand moved down further until it found the junction between her thighs, while his other hand reached to cup her breast. He breathed heavily against her other breast, his eyes taking in her euphoric expression before beginning his pleasurable assault on her.
Daniela could barely contain the gasp that flooded the perimeter of her chamber as the pleasure soared through her nerves. He planted kisses all over her breast and nipple, his hand kneaded her other breast, and he pushed two of his fingers inside her core, stroking her slowly.
“Oh, Arthur!” she exclaimed, her fingers digging and clawing at the bedsheets below her. Her cry was music to his ears as he pumped his fingers faster into her and began sucking her breast and nipple with each kiss. She felt her muscles clench around his fingers, and she let out a keen moan resembling his name when she convulsed.
The mystery author pulled his fingers out of her, which were coated with her juices and licked them clean. He loved how divine she tasted, and he savored it before hovering over her again. She gasped when the tip of him brushed her inner thigh, and before she had the time to react, much less brace herself, Arthur was inside her in one, quick movement.
She moaned again as he buried his face into her neck, wrapping her arms around him and digging her nails into his back. She tried to move, but he kept her pinned to the bed, wanting to set this at his own pace until they were both exhausted to even move from the bed.
His thrusts were rough and hard, and her walls squeezed tighter and tighter around him with each movement. She gasped when she felt his fangs graze her skin, and a moan followed afterwards when he sank them into her neck, sucking her blood in sync with each thrust. When her walls clenched around him in full, Arthur gave a final thrust, rocking the deepest pit of her core as her blood coated his tongue.
She blinked a few times to fight off the urge to pass out, her fingers moving up to tangle in his hair.
“You were in another one of your moods, weren’t you, Arthur? It’s one of a select few reasons why you would come in here and make love to me right off the bat.”
“Sharp as ever, my dearest Dani. I was in one of my moods, and it was during my writing session today. You know, you are the only one that can ease me of these moods. I honestly want to be in more of them. It’s all the more reason I have to make love to you, especially when I need a push of inspiration.”
Daniela let out a chuckle and shook her head.
“You would never get any work done.”
His eyes made contact with hers, a smug smirk crossing his lips and making her yearn for him again.
“Who says I can’t multitask between writing and pleasuring you?”
With two one shots posted, all that is left is my Persona 5 one shot to post. Keep an eye out and check back!
Story Type: Fanfiction, One Shot
Genre(s): Erotica, Romance
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Arthur Conan Doyle + OC
Warning(s): Sexual material
Summary: Arthur is in a mood and hits a wall with writing as a result. So, he decides to pay a visit to the only person who is able to calm it and possibly inspire some new ideas.
Comments: This is the other Ikemen Vampire one shot that I wrote alongside Working Up a Sweat. I can't neglect my main man, Arthur when he is who he is. Hope you guys enjoy it!
He finished writing the last of the story he was currently working on and put his pen down, leaning back against his chair. He removed his glasses, setting them down on the desk and ran his fingers through his hair. He had been in a mood all day, and not even his usual comforts of writing stories and coffee calmed that restless mood. Whenever those failed him, there was always one person to calm it.
His mind conjured up an image of a familiar, beautiful face accompanied by long, loose, wavy caramel brown hair, matching eyes that were as warm as honey, and a smile that always brightened his day whenever he saw it. He then began to fantasize her teasing him, and it only made the mood feel worse. He wanted to pin her to either a wall or his bed, hold her wrists down on either side of her, lift her skirt up, rip her blouse open and take her.
The heat boiling within him surged to that of an inferno, and after breathing out an irritated sigh, Arthur stood up from his chair and left the room, heading towards the chamber of the woman that not only teased and taunted him, but also the release he needed. Now that he thought about it, she could probably inspire another tale for him to write.
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She combed her long, caramel brown curls before setting the comb down on the vanity and preparing herself for bed. For her day off, she decided to have a lazy day and thus, spent a good majority of the day between lounging in her chamber and enjoying the sunshine and gentle breeze in the garden. Due to her man being busy with another story, Daniela didn’t get the opportunity to spend any time with him, much less see him. It wasn’t a total loss, for she was sure she would see him first thing in the morning. Hell, it didn’t hurt to have a day to herself every once in a while; there were moments when a woman needed alone time.
She pulled the duvet back on the bed and loosened the sash on her robe, ready to crawl into bed and go to sleep when a sharp knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. She quickly pulled her robe over her body before approaching the door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Arthur. May I come in?”
Her heart leapt at the sound of his voice, and she opened the door, her caramel eyes coming into contact with the familiar sapphire eyes of her man.
“Are you done writing for the day?”
“I am, and I just had an itch to see you since I haven’t seen you all day today thanks to work.”
With a small smile, Daniela stepped aside so that he could walk in, which he did without hesitation. Once he was inside, she shut the door behind him and turned the key to lock the door. She kept her hand on her robe to keep herself covered as she turned around to face him. Her heart stopped dead in its tracks when she saw the expression on his face as he turned towards her.
“Why are you covering yourself, my darling Dani? You have no reason to hide from me when I’ve seen you in full.”
A smirk soon crossed his lips, and she knew that smirk anywhere. He only gave her that smirk whenever he wanted to have some fun, and she begged to wonder how long he had been in one of these “moods” that she came to know so well.
She barely sucked in a breath and hardly had any time to react when he reached for her wrist and pulled her close to him. Arthur walked back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and sat down. His hands then moved to the curve of her bottom, giving it a light squeeze before bringing her even closer to him. Her legs spread apart for him, and she was soon straddling his lap, placing her feet flat on the sheets. Even with their clothes in the way, Daniela felt his arousal, and she was certain that he could feel how wet she was too.
“Already soaked for me, are we, luv? Guess it’s time for me to strip you out of these pesky clothes that have been obscuring my view.”
Acting on impulse, she crossed her arms over her chest, only for him to quickly seize her wrists and pull her arms down at her sides.
“You won’t be hiding that sexy body from me, darling. I suggest you stay completely still,” he purred, watching as the fabric of her robe parted to reveal her nightgown. Her body stayed completely still, obeying his command as he pulled her robe off her shoulders and down her arms, letting it hit the floor. Her nightgown appeared to come completely undone before his sapphire gaze, the straps already beginning to hang off her shoulders.
She gulped, her cheeks growing warm and flushed when he licked his lips, and she fought to stay still when he grabbed the skirt portion of her nightgown. He gathered the fabric in his hand and pushed it up, revealing her leg, and he placed his palm on her thigh, her skin soft and smooth to the touch. Unable to not move any longer, Daniela grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hungrily. Arthur slipped his tongue into the cavern of her mouth, taking in as much of her sweet taste as their tongues performed a sensual dance.
He was forced to break the kiss abruptly when his hands grabbed her dress and pulled it up over her head. His breath hitched at the sight of her delicate body, and he wasted no time latching onto a perk, hardened nipple while he twisted the other one between his fingers. She arched into him, her hands finding his back and crumpling the fabric of his shirt. In one swift movement, she was on the bed, her hair splaying with him hovering over her. He wasted no time stripping himself out of his clothes, loving that heated gaze she was giving him.
Her breath hitched in her throat when he freed his hardened length from the confinement of his pants and then quickly pulled her panties down. The sight of her nude body added to the pounding of his already racing heart, and as much as he wanted to be inside her, he wanted to touch her first.
He used his knee to part her legs, creating a niche for his hips as he crawled on top of her and pressed his muscular form down against her. His hands stroked up and down her sides, feeling her soft, smooth skin and taking it to memory. One hand moved down further until it found the junction between her thighs, while his other hand reached to cup her breast. He breathed heavily against her other breast, his eyes taking in her euphoric expression before beginning his pleasurable assault on her.
Daniela could barely contain the gasp that flooded the perimeter of her chamber as the pleasure soared through her nerves. He planted kisses all over her breast and nipple, his hand kneaded her other breast, and he pushed two of his fingers inside her core, stroking her slowly.
“Oh, Arthur!” she exclaimed, her fingers digging and clawing at the bedsheets below her. Her cry was music to his ears as he pumped his fingers faster into her and began sucking her breast and nipple with each kiss. She felt her muscles clench around his fingers, and she let out a keen moan resembling his name when she convulsed.
The mystery author pulled his fingers out of her, which were coated with her juices and licked them clean. He loved how divine she tasted, and he savored it before hovering over her again. She gasped when the tip of him brushed her inner thigh, and before she had the time to react, much less brace herself, Arthur was inside her in one, quick movement.
She moaned again as he buried his face into her neck, wrapping her arms around him and digging her nails into his back. She tried to move, but he kept her pinned to the bed, wanting to set this at his own pace until they were both exhausted to even move from the bed.
His thrusts were rough and hard, and her walls squeezed tighter and tighter around him with each movement. She gasped when she felt his fangs graze her skin, and a moan followed afterwards when he sank them into her neck, sucking her blood in sync with each thrust. When her walls clenched around him in full, Arthur gave a final thrust, rocking the deepest pit of her core as her blood coated his tongue.
She blinked a few times to fight off the urge to pass out, her fingers moving up to tangle in his hair.
“You were in another one of your moods, weren’t you, Arthur? It’s one of a select few reasons why you would come in here and make love to me right off the bat.”
“Sharp as ever, my dearest Dani. I was in one of my moods, and it was during my writing session today. You know, you are the only one that can ease me of these moods. I honestly want to be in more of them. It’s all the more reason I have to make love to you, especially when I need a push of inspiration.”
Daniela let out a chuckle and shook her head.
“You would never get any work done.”
His eyes made contact with hers, a smug smirk crossing his lips and making her yearn for him again.
“Who says I can’t multitask between writing and pleasuring you?”
With two one shots posted, all that is left is my Persona 5 one shot to post. Keep an eye out and check back!
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