Its me Dio!

“You’re terribly certain that you’ll be allowed more than just a taste.” Irene turns her head to peer at him over her shoulder, cheeks still rosy with her blush. She’d scoop a bit of the dessert, placing it into her mouth. Any venom and stubbornness in her gaze immediately melts as her eyes flutter close, a heady moan escaping her. Before his very eyes, the dessert would disappear in record time after the first languid bite.

“I could shower you with sweet words and promises but I feel actions would be alot more convincing~” he vanished right before her eyes only to be behind her once again with his lips to her neck, covering it with soft teasing kisses. “Let me have you fully, in anyway I want and I promise to make you feel even better than when I drank from you~”

She was really getting tired of him doing that.

His lips were on her neck again and her heart skips a beat at the soft kisses. A deep part of her betrayed her, silently begging for the feeling of his teeth again and causing goosebumps to erupt across the skin he kissed. A shiver runs through her, and her breath catches in her throat as he tilts her head towards his own. She stares into his eyes, then her eyes fall to his lips before returning to meet his gaze.

He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Luna “Amazing! She didn’t even put up a fight! At least she knew better because I’m sure that would have been the end of her~” he got very close to her, holding her tight and kissing her neck softly. “I love how you assert yourself, oh and that glare you gave that guy was lovely, I wanted to see how fast he ran off but that pushy harlot was being too much. Even when I was single her type always bothered me.”

This wasn't the kind of audience that she had in mind. Not for where his hands were going, arching her back into his touch as his fingers trailed up the curve of her spine. She wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his shoulders, hard enough to where he could feel it through his jacket--a hint as to what she wanted him to do to her, in due time.

"... Let's go. Somewhere private." She sighed, hooking her chin onto his shoulder as she whispered in his ear. The implication obvious, as she was already looking for an escape route down the hall.

It didn’t take long for them to stand right before a door, which one didn’t matter as Dio could barely contrail himself. It was locked but that didn’t stop the vampire, he was able to easily open it and get them inside, closing it behind them. “No one should bother us here but…we may be close enough that they will hear of things get…loud~” as he spoke he moved his hands up and down her body, feeling her up very comfortably, knowing she was his and he was hers. “Now shall we?~” with those words he pulled her into a deep passionate kiss, their tongues dancing g intimately as his hands felt up her firm rear more roughly.

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"Ugh, so much for avoiding this party." Jesper huffed, holding his glass of wine. It's his fourth one so far. He stood around the corner, watching many people dancing along with the music and chatting.

With how much Jesper loves being on the wealthy side, there's one thing he hates about it. Parties and being formal about it. Despite doing a good job, sort of, as a mailman, he still has to look his best to his father's friends and his friends' friends.

Sentence starters that are flirty. Change pronouns as you see fit.

Com-MUN-ication Meme

🥰 I secretly admire you

🤓 I don't dare talk to you, but I enjoy reading your threads

👋 I just came to break the ice and say "Hi!"

🙂 How are you, mun?

🤔 I want to write with you, but I don't know how our muses might interact

💡 I have a plot idea for our muses

😕 I want to ship with you, but our muses have never interacted

😔 I want to ship with you, but I don't know if you're interested

❤ I want us to be mains

💞 I want us to be exclusives

💍 I want us to be ship exclusive

💘 I want to discuss romantic ships with you

💚 I want to discuss platonic ships with you

🖤 I want to discuss hate ships with you

💜 I want to discuss familiar ships with you

😇 Can you write a starter for our muses, please?

😄 Can you send me some memes, please?

💖 I love you, mun!

🌟 You're my favorite blog

😊 We should talk more OOC

😓 There's a thread I'm waiting for you to reply, but I don't want to feel like I'm rushing you

😬 I want to send you a meme about (x), is it okay?

❣ I want to write fluff with you

👄 I want to write romance with you

🔥 I want to write smut with you

😭 I want to write angst with you

😱 I want to write horror with you

🤩 I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING WITH YOU

sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark

sender let's receiver orgasm after edging them for a long time

sender gets on their knees and lets receiver slide their thumb into their mouth

sender pulls receiver's head back and calls them a 'good boy/girl/insert moniker here’

sender tells receiver to sit on their face

sender tells receiver they're not wearing any underwear

sender kisses the back of receiver's neck

sender whispers in receiver's ear they want to get out of there

sender grabs receiver's neck/ throat

sender pulls receiver on their lap

sender touches receiver under the table at a nice restaurant

sender trails fingertips up receiver’s bare thigh

sender breathes on/licks the shell of receiver’s ear

sender ghosts fingertips along receiver’s skin, eliciting goosebumps

sender leaves a love bite on receiver’s shoulder

sender pulls receiver into bathroom stall/dressing room/closet for a moment of passion

sender rips off an article of receiver’s clothing

sender delicately removes an article of receiver’s clothing

sender draws invisible shapes/words on receiver’s flesh with their fingertip or tongue

[ aftercare ] ― what are they like after sex? any specific routine they have for themselves or their partner that they like to do? [ body part ] ― what is their favorite body part? what kind of body / parts would they like their partner to have ( e.g. big boobs, long cock, etc. )? [ cum ] ― what does it take to make them come? can they come multiple times in one sitting or do they need longer breaks? [ desires ] ― what turns them on? what do they like to have done to them most? what do they like to do to their partner most? [ experience ] ― how experienced are they? how many different partners did they have? [ first time ] ― what was their first time like? when did it happen? did they enjoy it? [ grooming ] ― do they shave? do they have a preference for their partners when it comes to body hair? [ horny ] ― how high is their sex drive? do they have a lot of sex or is it a more occasional thing? is sex, in general, important to them? [ intimacy ] ― how are they during sex? do they prefer a more intimate / romantic approach or a more casual one? [ joker ] ― tell one random headcanon that wouldn't fit anywhere else on the list. [ kinks ] ― what is their biggest kink? are there any kinks they haven't tried but want to? are there any kinks they have tried but learned are not for them? [ locations ] ― what are their favorite locations to have sex? are they a risk taker where people could walk in on them, or do they prefer to keep it private? [ masturbation ] ― do they masturbate? if so, how often? [ no go ] ― what wouldn't they do? what turns them off? [ oral ] ― do they prefer to give or receive oral? anything specific they enjoy / don't enjoy when it comes to oral? [ positions ] ― what are their favorite sex positions? is there something they typically default to? a special position they've always wanted to try? [ quickies ] ― do they have one-night stands? if so, how often? [ rounds ] ― how many rounds can they go before having to take a break? how good is their stamina? [ secrets ] ― do they have any dirty secrets? if so, what are they? [ toys ] ― do they on toys? do they use toys on themselves or like to use them on their partners? [ underwear ] ― what type of underwear do they typically wear? do they own lingerie? is there something specific they like their partner to wear? [ volume ] ― how loud do they get during sex? do they prefer a partner that's louder or one that's quieter? [ watch ] ― do they like to watch their partner masturbating or having sex with someone else? do they like to be watched? [ xxx ] ― do they watch porn? if so, how often? anything specific they like to watch? [ yearning ] ― what do they typically do to get people to have sex with them? do they let it happen naturally or are there things they like to do to turn their partners on? [ zzz ] ― how quickly after sex do they fall asleep? are they usually tired after or full of energy?

The blonde places a hand on her cheek, a gentle warm touch as he looks into her eyes, not saying anything out loud but speaking volumes with a look, not one of pity but of admiration, she had suffered and still persevered but not only that she had not let the pain of the past stop her from opening up to someone new, someone like him. “Thank you for that…” he says softly knowing the significance of what she had shared with him.

The blonde then let out a sigh as he heard her question “That sometimes the one that can hurt your life the most…is yourself….” As she played with his buttons she can see more of the scar on his neck that goes all the way around. “For as greedy and untrustworthy some people can be…being unable to accept genuine love is one of my biggest regrets from my past. I had ambition that clouded my judgement, hate that fueled me, goals I needed to achieve under any cost….and it did cost me more than I care to admit…” he then stopped, eyes looking away as he gathered his thoughts and continued.

The answer catches her off guard.

Not the parts about ambition or regret. Those, she understands well enough and has seen frequently. Ambitious people always seemed to collect regrets the same way dancers collected old injuries. The two often arrived hand in hand. It's this the last part of his answer that catches her interest.

The worst thing anyone ever did to me was forgive me.

For a moment, Kitty simply stares at him with her blue eyes wide, her face cupped in his hand. Then the fabric she'd been absently fussing with slips through her fingers as her attention catches on something else entirely. The scar circling his neck-- her brow tents, seemingly in a small display of worry, but is quickly shaken away. Why should she care for a wound that's already healed on a man she barely knows? She couldn't be that attached to him after simple conversation, could she? Instead, she moves, shifting slightly in his lap-- not leaving, but angling herself a touch backwards and out of his grasp.

Curious thing.

❛ Well, that's horribly cryptic. ❜ The observation escapes her before she can stop it, drawing a soft laugh from her a second later. The sound is warmer than the words that were uttered. ❛ You can't just say something like that and expect me not to spend the better part of the evening wondering what it means. ❜

Her fingers return to his collar absentmindedly, smoothing the fabric this time rather than tugging it apart. The gesture feels oddly domestic for a woman sitting in a near stranger's lap and that realization alone almost earns another bought of laughter from her. Now, she lets herself wander back to his line of questioning.

What did she enjoy most about performing?

❛ Mm. . . the control. ❜ Her nose wrinkles immediately afterward and she scowls to herself for but a moment, as if admonishing herself. ❛ That sounds awful when I say it out loud. ❜ A breathed sigh that could pose as a chuckle follows and she shakes her head.

❛ I don't mean control over people. I just like knowing exactly what I'm doing. Every movement has a purpose. Every turn. Every little detail. I spent most of my life dancing before I ever stepped onto a burlesque stage, by the way. Ballet. Twenty years of it. I was very good. ❜

There is a softness to her expression now, something almost nostalgic and fond.

❛ When you spend that much time learning how to move, your body stops feeling like something that simply belongs to you. It becomes a tool. Something you've spent years learning to operate. There is something very satisfying about that, about stepping onto a stage and knowing exactly what you're capable of. ❜

Her gaze lifts back to his then, blue eyes bright beneath dark lashes.

❛ Though, ❜ she adds, a sly grin threatening the corners of her mouth, ❛ I do like seeing people get worked up whenever I perform. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy that part just a little. ❜

The confession hangs between them for a moment before her attention shifts once more, returning to her aura of calm as her topic focused more on her enjoyments rather than her pain.

Kitty leans into Dio once more, hips adjusting forward onto his lap, bridging the gap she had created. She's back to leaning against him, getting comfortable. Her hands slips up over his chest, landing to lay over his shoulders in an easy lounge. He's comfortable. . . obviously strong, too. It's not difficult to imagine this scene in a different context. But, she digresses and pivots back to their game.

Her voice is teasing, soft and playful. Perhaps he had the right idea to focus on lighter topics. ❛ What do you do? Besides telling women how pretty they are and be awfully cryptic while doing it, I mean. ❜

The blonde enjoys her closeness as he speaks “you become more interesting by the second Kitty. As well as more…alluring. You know what you want, what you enjoy and that is a trait I quite admire. You go on stage and use your talents and skill to make all who watch fully focus on you and you alone. You capture their hearts and hold it in the palm of your hand. Truly sublime~” he praises her an gently puts a hand in her back, slowly rubbing it, enjoying this moment.

“I hope we continue to get much closer as the night goes on.” The he makes a choice in his mind “before I answer that question let me be honest and elaborate…” his tone of voice gets a bit more somber as he recounts the regretful memory “I was truly a monster in my younger years. I did countless crimes, horrible things…I have more blood on my hands than anyone can imagine…one man tried to stop me…my brother. He is the one who gave me this scar on my neck and…he is the one who forgave me with his last breath…lamenting the way things ended up between us…those words haunted me for decades until I..just couldn’t take it anymore. I had done so much, hurt so many and for what? I didn’t know anymore. I lost my goals , my purpose…an perhaps that’s what I’m still trying to find”

After saying the truth he boldly kisses the top of her head and smiles “now to properly answer you.” He chucked lightly “I’m a businessman of sorts, one who engages in crime mainly. I run things from the shadows, gaining power and wealth. Thou I also have many hats as the saying goes. I can be a spy as well or a hitman. It depends on how I’m feeling that day or if I want to get my own hands dirty” after that he moved his other hand to her thigh and slowly moved it up to her hip, then her side and all the way up to her cheek so he could look into her eyes.

“You didn’t answer my question though, which leads me to believe you haven’t kissed anyone…a shame really. Your lips look rather soft. The kind that once kiss is never enough.” His eyes lingered in them, Dio wondered what he should do, steal her first kiss? No such thing would only anger her, besides he enjoyed it far better when it was a mutual moment. “There are other treats you can have besides cake my dear. I know what you’ve been doing or at least trying to do…I’m not making it easy am I?”

"...I-I don't know," she finally confessed, a bit begrudingly turning her head back in his direction. She sighed a bit dramatically, leaning on the table and supporting her head with her left hand as she propped her elbow on the coffee table.

"I've never had a boyfriend. And, like you guessed... I've never k-kissed anyone. Not because I'm an idol necessarily..." She paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm not used to having someone's attention like that... I-In person, I suppose. So I can't say if I would or wouldn't welcome your advances more easily... I would still be flattered, I guess..."

She took a deep breath and sighed softly. "Yes, I-I'm flattered, Brando-san... but I'm not the kind of girl to have a one-night stand or a brief affair. I... want something real. Like my parents had."

"And it will, one day, maybe. So I need to be patient... and wait. I'll know when it happens."

"...That said, I'm not against getting to know you."

Her expression relaxed, gaze softening and her frown becoming a smile.

"We're currently business partners, so why don't we make friendship the next step?" She then jokingly warned, "You should also be careful and make sure I didn't cast a spell on you to become infatuated with me."

“I’ve been alive for…a long time and I’ve been through many hardships. I’ve learned that when you feel something you haven’t felt before it’s for a reason and that I should try and hold on to that feeling, that’s what I’m doing now. I…want to be that person Hikari, the one you give your heart to. I don’t want a one night stand I want something more, especially now.”