#rarity - beauty bello

[starrysharks]

my little human?

some ref sheets i finished down below:

[voltagesmutter]

Leonardo x MC - Role-play.

Pairing: Leonardo x MC (F).

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Prompt:  Deep-throating || Role-play || Object Insertion

Warning: Roleplay, Outdoor sex, stranger’s scenario, dirty talk.

One of my finals for @alloveroliver​​ beautifully, wonderful, kinky, kinktober.

Thank you to @ikevamp-shrine​​ and @theinariakuma​​​ for beta-ing and all your help! 💛

The low, dim light of the candles reflected off the freshly polished bar. The scent of alcohol and the warming buzz of friendly chatter filled the spacious area. A young woman perched on the stool, day-dreaming as she nursed the glass of wine slowly letting the harsh bitter of cherry run down her throat. And whilst she sat alone, she knew company would be arriving soon. 

“Monsieur,” she beckoned forth the young man behind the bar, gesturing to the highly-priced bottle of scotch, one that had almost doubled in value due to the rarity of it. She made a two-finger signal towards him as he placed a glass in front of her. “Oh no, not for me,” she smiled softly towards him, “for him”. The tip of her index finger pointed towards a stranger who had entered the bar not long after herself; his dark grey hair shifting around his face as the ending strands, like kissed tips of wispy silver, shimmered under the golden light.

A playful smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she turned her head slightly to see the shocked expression on the man’s face, beating him to his game.  The gold of his eyes glinted as he raised his head to meet her face, lowering his head in a nod as he picked up the glass with his fingerless-gloved hand. Matching his gesture, she brought her glass to her lips before sipping it, her eyes sensually fluttering shut knowing he was still watching her. Just like he had been since the minute he arrived. 

“Ciao Bello,” a light-hearted voice that made her heart race and her pussy throb at the same time spoke beside her. The man she’d brought the drink for now taking the empty seat to her right. 

“Bonjour Monsieur,” she smirked leaning back in her chair, finishing the last of her glass and holding out her hand to signal for another. 

“Scusa but let me- as means as a thank you.” Gracefully pulling out a few coins in exchange for a new glass he watched the barman turn away, leaving the pair alone. 

“It is such a rare sight to see such beauty sat alone,” he paused, taking a swig from his glass before putting it down, “little lambs shouldn’t be out alone. A big bad wolf might just come and… eat them.” His eyes danced as the words came out of his mouth. 

She threw him a light laugh in amusement, “maybe this lamb just wanted to be caught by a big, bad wolf,” she leaned in to close the distance between them, her whispers brushing past his ear, “maybe this little lamb isn’t as innocent as you think.”

He let out a hum of satisfaction at her words, admiring her form as she sat back once again this time crossing her left leg over her right; his eyes falling to the way her skirt rose from her knee a few inches, giving him a teasing peek of her thighs beneath. 

She had dressed more provocative than usual in attempts to catch his eye- and it had worked perfectly: a white long-sleeved blouse tucked in the suede beige skirt, a matching coloured corset laced on top of her shirt. The choice of clothing had deliciously accentuated her figure in a fashionable manner for the time. A delicate balance of elegance and fashion whilst not drawing too much attention to herself, after all she was only here for one person.

The bar she was currently residing in was new, opening only a few days ago in the next town over. Her lover and her decided to set a challenge in their relationship, to see if they could go a night without being noticed as lovers. Role-playing and enticing as strangers for the evening. So far it was going well. 

“An innocent lamb? Maybe not.” 

His lips curved into his trademark smirk, eyes darting up and down across her body before focusing back on her face, “a fox maybe? Cunning and deceptive… so soft and playful, yet so…,” he lifted a hand to slowly place it on her knee, leaning into her, “dangerous.”

“Or maybe something more vicious. A vixen perhaps?” Letting out a low click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth he continued, “no you are far more enticing, a temptress.” 

“Hmm a temptress I may be but,” she pressed the toes of her left heeled shoe against his lower calf, slowly dragging it up the side of his leg before stopping and sliding it back down, “it depends purely on who captures my eye.”

“And I pray-tell that someone has caught your eye tonight?” He murmured, unable to stop his eyebrows from rising as he brought his glass to his mouth.

“Mmhm maybe, there is definitely someone mysterious, tall, and handsome who’s in my sights,” her voice held steady as his palm on her leg slowly pushed further until it hovered just beneath where the material of her skirt lay.

“I can only hope that my compagna is prepared. You seem like a wild one,” he grins. She laughs with a breathless chuckle, sharing a drink at the build up of pure sexual tension. He watched the dip of her throat as she swallowed the moorish red liquid, the pink of her tongue darting out to wipe away any remnants of it upon her lips before popping the pads together with a wet noise.

Slender fingers peered inside the burnt-brown of his coat to pull out a cartoon, pulling out a long cigarillo. The familiar scent of orange mixed in their scenes. Placing the narrow smoke between the white of his teeth revealing a glimpse of the hidden fangs that rarely came out, he lowered his face to the candle nearby for the warmth of the flame, inhaling to pull the smoke through before exhaling. A thin cloud wavered between the two of him releasing a familiar scent. What he never anticipated was for her to wrap her fingers around the tobacco clad smoke and pull it to her lips, dragging deeply before exhaling out. 

 She had tried one of the cigarillos before, but it only led to her choking and coughing on the spot as the smoke burned her lungs. This time she was smooth, one fluid movement that could fool anyone she smoked them daily- a process of learning with Arthur after she came to him on tips of seduction.

“I like the taste,” she hummed softly, taking another draw and holding it between her middle and forefinger on her right hand. In a smooth movement she pinched it with her thumb, knocking the growing ash off into a small ashtray on the bar with the tip of her forefinger. Exhaling as she returned it to its rightful owner, a look of awe upon his face. Leaning in as she placed the item between his teeth, like it originally had been, she whispered lowly so only he would hear, “but I like the feel of it in my mouth even better.”  He groaned raspily, following the unintentional sound of approval with her phrasing and actions with a deep chuckle.  Her persona tonight was beyond different to her normal one. It was  mature, more seductive. He could see the evidently clear want in her eyes, as she could with his. 

This game they were playing proved to be exciting and arousing on both of their parts. Her taking more charge; acting as he had called her earlier, ‘a vixen’- a side to her that she very rarely let out. The mixture of their plan and the warming buzz of the alcohol being the confidence booster she needed to push herself.

“You know, just because you buy me a drink doesn’t mean you’ll get me into bed,” she teased with a wink, enjoying seeing a tint of pink grace his cheeks. To think, the jack of all trades’ almost flustered by her sudden boldness of words… how invigorating.

“Oh I have no intention of taking you to bed.” The hand on her leg pushed just beneath the material of her skirt to give her thigh a squeeze; the other brushing a strand piece of hair behind her ear as he leaned into the shell of it, “no I don’t think I could make it that far. I have every desire and intention to take you against the wall outside.” 

 -

“Mmm!” 

Her moans were captured by the leather of his left palm while his right hand trailed up the back of her thigh; his fingers pressing over the damp cloth of underwear with a low groan humming against her neck. 

“You're already so wet,” his grumbles tickled against her neck, his lips latching onto the sensitive skin. Wet kisses sucked over and over until her breathing turned into rapid, short breaths against his hand. Her teeth playfully nipped at the skin of his fingers, shaking her mouth to free it from his gentle hold.

“Of course I am, didn’t you notice the rain when you arrived?” Wishing she was facing him to see the way he responded to her brattiness- a first for her, but the feeling of his smile against her neck was enough of a reaction. 

“Cheeky girl,” he chuckled, making her gasp as he nipped at her neck, a blossoming mark forming just above the collar of her shirt. Her hands fell to rest flat on the brick wall in front of her, his body pressing tightly up against hers as his coat hung off his broad shoulders enough to protect their bodies from view. Being hidden from sight in the faint glow of the street light behind the bar and protected by a cloak of night around them, his free hand hastily undoing the corset on top of her shirt.  Pulling the thin cotton from her skirt allowing him access to her torso, cladded-leather tugged at the sheer material of her bra until her breasts spilled free, resting heavily in his palm as he cupped one of them, letting her nipple roll and be pinched by his forefinger and thumb.

Her moans filled the night air as he pushed her underwear to the side letting his long digits glide up the wet of her slit as she parted her legs wider- a silent invitation for him to delve in further. His lips once more found her neck, this time leaving a trail of heated kisses along the base and working up to reach her jaw as two fingers coaxed her arousal, pushing into her. 

“Oh god.” Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her fingers twitching against the brick wall in search of something to grasp onto as he thrusted his digits in and out of her tight folds. 

“I’ve never felt you so wet,” he mumbled into the shell of her ear before sucking on her lower lobe with a dirty grin, “don’t pray to your fantasy figures, there is only me.” 

Her breast bounced softly in his hand with each thrust of his fingers inside her. Her hips pushed down to grind against his movements in a desperate seek for more as she mewled in his hold. The sound of her arousal was clear in the air even beneath the layer of her skirt as he added a third finger, curling them in a manner that left her jaw dropping and knees almost buckling.

“I want you to come on my fingers,” his voice growled riddled with lust, a more baritone octave to it than his normal Italian twist. 

 “I-I want, oh fuck, to come on your cock.” 

The pit of her stomach dropped, a white heat beginning to rise in its place as his fingers curled against the rough patch inside her, making stars dance across her vision.

“Scusa!” He groaned against her as her walls clenched down, “who taught you to speak like this?” 

“You,” she moaned, earning herself a smirk to know how much her words and actions were affecting him as his fingers pulled from out of her to circle her clit. Pushing her hips back to feel the strong strain of his erection still hidden beneath the layer of his leather trousers, her breath hitched as his hand pulled from her chest to bunch up her skirt, exposing her wet folds as he tugged her underwear to the floor.

“Cheeky little thing you are.” Giving her ass a little tap and watching it ripple, he hastily unbuckled his trousers, freeing his red, pulsing cock leaking with need against the plump of her behind. 

“Please, I-,” she whispered, pushing herself out in offering, gasping to feel the wet of his head already pushing against her. 

Curses both left their lips as he pushed himself into her, holding the curve of her waist as he thrusted shallowly until her cunt swallowed him whole, pulling him into the depth of her tight folds. 

“Oh fuck, yes!” She moaned, her eyes tightly shutting as he took no hesitation to begin thrusting into her. 

Bending her slightly so his chest was fully pressed against her back, his tongue lapped circles over the pulse of her neck. The need to bite was heavy, but he was always able to withstand. He pulled her back with every thrust, burying himself to the hilt each time in rapid movements until the lewd noise of slapping skin took over the silence.

Her back arched off of him, one hand reaching behind her to seek purchase in his hair, tilting her head to finally meet his eyes. Both of them saw nothing but lust, panting against each other's lips as they finally kissed for the first time that evening.

“Yes! Yes, yes… there, oh, yes!” Moaned between her parted lips and into his mouth. The hold on her waist shifted her forward slightly and onto her toes as he continued to pound into her, the change of angle hitting perfectly inside her; her walls already clenching down each time he pulled back in an attempt to keep him buried inside her, she continued, “I-I’m close!”

“Say my name… ngh, when you come,” groaned through harsh breaths as his fang glided against the weak spot just beneath her ear causing a shiver of electricity to crackle down her spine. The hand bunching her skirt dropped as he held it up with the hand on her waist, bringing his free hand under the waistline of her skirt to rub tight circles over her swollen clit. 

“Monsieur!” Unable to hold back the high pitched whimper in her voice, she tried her best to keep up the play at hand. 

A growl came from behind her, “Properly, my naughty cara mia.” 

The minute he called her ‘cara mia’ they both knew their little game was over.

Giving a particular rough thrust- one that paired with the movement over her clit and the sucking nips to her neck was enough to push her over the edge.  

 Walls clamped down as tiny pockets of white burst repeatedly over her vision, ‘Leonardo’ falling over and over in voice-raising cries of pleasure until her jaw slacked open into an  ‘o’. Heat surged  from her head, spreading through her chest and pulsing from her core as she came, body curling as her fingers scratched at the wall.

“Good girl, cara mia,” he praised removing his hand from her clit once he was sure he’d prolonged her release enough, soon gripping her waist with both hands as he sought his own release. A new form of heat flooding into her as he groaned against her shoulder, her name on his lips as his hips stuttered against her, emptying himself into his lover. 

 -

“You look cold dolcezza mia,” Leo said, taking off his coat and pulling the young woman into his lap, wrapping his coat around her. Her damp underwear still in his pocket- a safekeeping of their passionate night.  He held her close as she rested her head upon his shoulder, the carriage ride home allowing them both a good rest before setting foot in the mansion. 

“But won’t you be cold?” She questioned nuzzling against him.

“I can’t be cold when I have you to keep me warm” pressing a kiss to her crown, he stroked her face as her eyes slowly shut, “ah- as much I would love to let you sleep, the carriage is not far from home.”

“Tired,” she protested as he poked her nose- a motion she did to wake him up whenever she found him asleep. 

“Besides my little cara mia needs to tell me when she learned to speak such tongue,” he chuckled, his laugh infectious as ever, making  her smile against him.

“I already told you,” her eyes opened as she peered up, pressing a kiss to his lips, “from you.”

“Hmm, I doubt that very much,” he teased, letting her head bury itself in the crook of his neck, enloping her in warmth with the scent of orange and sex. “You did so well this evening, my little vixen.”

“Thank you for indulging with me. I had fun.” Her eyes sparkled at the admiration he poured down on her with his smile.

“Anytime my love. It was rather adventurous to see you so bold, especially when you pulled me out of the bar and begged me to take you-,“ his sentence cut off by her hand playfully slapping his chest.

“You don’t need to repeat that!” Her face stained red; the persona of the bold stranger dropping as she melted back into her more bashful, teasing manner-the side Leonardo loved more than anything. He loved her utterly; entirely. His little human, his cara mia.

“Ti amo tanto,” she whispered with a yawn, moaning softly as he stroked her hair in a soothing manner. Both embellishing in their time they had together, two lovers purely infatuated with each other as their love reached out to touch the stars and back.

“Ti amo cara mia.”

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[the-darklings]

please i am begging,,, more ot3 content with john/v/santi in the role reversal au,,,, im so thirsty for it,, im parched,,,,

hhhngh YEAH ANON ME TOO

…

I do not like this. 

“That’s because you don’t trust him.”

Ares glances at you as if to say that should be obvious. Perhaps it is. But you do not share in her worry. Your second in command stays close to you regardless and the tension coiling her agile, small frame makes a faint frown tug across your mouth. 

“Darling, you do not have to fear for me,” you reassure her—a rarity. Usually, you don’t bother repeating yourself. “I am more than capable of taking care of myself. Besides, do you truly think Santino would allow Johnathan to harm me even if he were to try?”

Ares’ eyes flash but her lack of immediate response is enough of an answer. Eventually, she signs a reluctant. He would never. But he might not be enough. Not with his…attachment. 

For a moment the sound of her dress shoes and your heels are the only sound echoing through the otherwise empty hallway. 

“Then I have Hector and the others,” you remind her knowingly. It might have taken years of subtle unravelling but the Four are now more yours than they were ever your father’s. Gianna made sure that the same could be said about the rest of the guard. “Johnathan will honour his Marker and after tonight, Gianna and I will answer to no one. You do not have to worry. Lo Spettro and I have an understanding.”

The woman turns to look at you and the look in her bright blue eyes is knowing. He looks at you like he is not sure if he wants to kill you or eat you. 

A smirk curves your lips upwards and you lean into her for a second, ignoring the irritated twitch of her eyebrows. “They’re both a delight,” you confess with a sigh. “I’ve never been very good at denying myself things I want.”

Just make sure he does not hurt you like last time, she signs with another glare. Or I will kill him.

“Who knew you could be so sweet?” you mutter jokingly and chuckle at the sharp glare she throws your way. You’re glad that she feels at ease with you. Cassian tiptoes around your sister like he has a stick up his ass. According to your Gianna, however, he's anything but stiff in bed. Good for her. “Don’t worry about me. Just make sure everyone is in place and the path is clear. Tonight is the one night I need everything to go smoothly. We’ve planned for this for too long.”

The rest of the way is spent in amiable silence between you and you know that your Second will not fail you. 

You hear their voices first. 

Low, heated. 

They’re arguing and you make sure you announce yourself long before you appear. 

“I hope my delightful men are not arguing.”

You enter the balcony and pointedly ignore the thick tension between Santino and John as both men turn to face you. 

The double-take they both do at the sight of you makes you grin. 

Your heels click against the marble as you approach them slowly, letting them drink in the sight of you. Ares is beside you and her reaction of a silent scoff is telling enough. 

“Johnathan,” you greet the Baba Yaga, your dark shadow, and soon-to-be saviour with a slight curl of your mouth. You raise your hand, offering it to him and the man takes it in his gently, lifting your fingers to his mouth. His warm lips graze over your knuckles, his eyes dark and your grin widens. “Such a delight to see that you’re a man of your word after all. I did not wish to make an enemy of you. Your compliance will be rewarded.“ 

John doesn’t lower your hand right away, his fingers still around your own and you delight in the hesitation. Those eyes track your every breath and the hand holding your own could snap your bones with a speed that would leave others immobile. Well, with the exception of your handsome Viper, perhaps. 

“Do I have your word that once it’s done I can walk away?” he asks quietly and you appreciate that he’s still as direct as always. “No tricks. No games.”

“You have my word,” you agree easily and your fingers snake tighter around his own. That old flame still smoulders between you and you can’t quite stop yourself from adding a low, “But should you wish it, there is always a place for Baba Yaga in our ranks. Camorra will welcome you, Johnathan. All you need to do is say the words, bello.”

Oh, won’t that be something? 

The Boogeyman on his knees before you and Gianna, swearing his fealty to you and you alone. 

Something flickers in that dark gaze, and you know he’s thinking about it, too. Like he can visualise that exact same scenario. 

He’s worshipped you once. 

How different can worshipping between sheets be to service of loyalty? 

“I’m only here to honour my Marker.”

You suppose it will suffice for now. 

This will not end in a feud between you two at least, but you have no intention of letting him go that easily. Not when it would please your Viper if John were to stay as well. 

Speaking of which. 

Your gaze shifts to John’s right and those beautiful green eyes greet your own. 

Santino’s gaze is on your and John’s interlaced fingers but there is no jealousy there. Good. He’s always been smart. Though his gaze remains guarded, distant, sometimes he allows you just close enough. With your father dead, there is nothing standing in your way. You can ask him to be a part of your family. Finally give him a home and a place to belong. He may try and play off his deep-running loneliness as haughtiness and desire for space but you know better. 

Releasing John’s hand, you move closer towards him. 

“Hello, darling,” you greet him warmly, genuinely happy to see him. “Don’t you look delicious?”

“Amore,” he says softly in reply and his eyes take you in. “You are a vision.”

You hum in reply and lean closer, kissing both of his cheeks. He smells like a thousand different scents—something earthy and heady and dangerous. You have memorised the warmth and the smell of him. The only thing besides Gianna’s humming and John stroking your hair capable of bringing you calm, ease.

Santino’s fingers brush against your hip—nothing but a fleeting, feather-light contact but your slight smile quivers. 

Perhaps your victory in this very long game is finally in sight. 

“Do you like my chosen colours on this special occasion?”

Black and green. 

A fitting tribute, perhaps. 

The only things red about you tonight is the stretch of your ruby red lips, your Camorra heiress ring, and soon your father’s spilt blood. 

Neither John nor Santino reply but their silence and the intent way they track every twitch of your body are enough of an answer. 

One day you will get them to sort out their differences and the unspoken tension there. The hurt. 

One day. 

Footsteps draw closer and your head tilts. 

The Camorra Elite move as one. Dressed in that rich, elegant burgundy to mark the occasion, they approach the spot where you stand and stop a foot away. 

“Are we ready? Gianna and Cassian in place?”

Hector arches an eyebrow. “Have a little faith, my lady.”

Your mouth twitches at his dry tone. 

Your eyes go to John as do every other pair around. The Four watch the Boogeyman with varying degrees of aversion. They can still recall your past with the man and the marks form that time still linger.  

“You ready to go, old-timer?” Hector’s deride question sounds and John’s eyes leave your own, going to the Devil. “Won’t want you to break a hip. If we do this, we get one chance to do it cleanly.”

Oh, it only took seemingly a lifetime for that iron-like loyalty to become yours and not your father’s. 

But you always win. 

John’s eyes drag to you and for a brief second, they go to Santino, too. 

Yes, Jardani. Look and see. You can see a future right in front of you. Take it. 

But he still hesitates. His dead wife still lingers in his veins. 

Love can be such a cruel thing. 

But time heals and mends. He still feels for you both and you will pull it out of him eventually. 

Your eyes move over your family slowly, finally coming to rest on John and Santino. The later has moved to your side. As has Ares. Your protection for tonight.

“Don’t fail me.”

But they’re empty words. 

You already know they won’t.