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violettduchess · 2 months

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Hello Vi! I have a request for you, only if it inspires

Tutor AU! With one or more of your fave suitors tutoring you for your upcoming exams;

Leonardo, Comte, Gilbert, Leon, Silvio and Clavis!

I'd love to see what you come up with ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: I had a very immediate idea for Comte so I went with him for this request!

Comte x Reader, Tutor AU/ Modern AU

WC: ~1.9k

The library looms large as you hurry up the wide, slate-colored steps under a sky exhaling its last breath of evening color. The stars are slowly blinking into existence, determined to shine before they are hidden behind the slow-moving blanket of clouds heading their way. You would pause to enjoy the ephemeral moment when dusk ebbs into night.....

Except Comte is inside, waiting for you.

You’re still not sure how it’s come to this. Comte as your tutor. Your mind travels back several weeks….

Several weeks ago:

One minute you're balancing an armful of books along with your backpack and several bags of uneven groceries that are seriously testing your stubborn decision to do it all in ONE trip. The next, however, everything is falling onto the polished grey tile floor of your building’s lobby, the objects seeming to leap like lemmings out of your arms. As you stand there, staring defeatedly at the scattered mess, lost in the gravity of your poor decision, the elevator doors you were originally trying to reach slide open and like the pearly gates unveiling an angel, Comte de St Germain steps out, in the process of buttoning his elegant camel-colored coat with one hand.

Before you can say a word, he takes in your forlorn expression, the embarrassing pile of your things at your feet, and he is by your side, kneeling, helping you gather up your stray apples and the mini-boxes of cereal you are probably way too old for but love anyway. Your cheeks flush as you stammer a thank you.

You know him more by reputation than actual acquaintance. He lives in the sprawling penthouse at the apex of your building, the crowning glory of the gothic structure, and is usually spoken about in whispers and sighs by the other residents:

“Comte? He’s a museum director downtown.”

“I hear he is a world-famous antique dealer who has made millions.”

“He’s gotta be a tech-millionaire with all that dough.”

“Well I know someone who knows someone who swears he’s a member of the royal family of some tiny European country.”

“I don’t care what he does. He’s got to be loaded to live up there.”

“I hear he’s never been married.”

“My cousin’s best friend’s neighbor's babysitter says he’s divorced from someone super famous.”

“You know what he is? I'll tell ya. Drop dead gorgeous.”

This mysterious man with eyes the color of desert sands is on the ground in his expensive suit and coat, helping you gather your plebeian things and oh, do you want to melt into the floor and disappear.

Until……

He stops, holding one of the books you had been juggling, a surprised expression crossing his classically beautiful face.

“‘The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’ by Edward Gibbon. Fourth edition.” He seems impressed, curiosity flaring to life in the mesmerizing gold of his eyes.

And you take that lifeline, words stumbling over themselves across the knot of your tied tongue as you explain you are a graduate student, majoring in history, mentally preparing yourself for the avalanche of final exams heading your way.

And how he smiles, his long fingers tracing the embossed lettering along the spine of your book, borrowed from the local library. Entranced by the movement, you can't look away from his hand, reverence hushing his voice as he explains how he works for a museum (Points to the woman in Apartment 15B for getting that one), how he also studied history.

And then one thing leads to another and your rambling about the stress of your exams and crunch for time has evolved into Comte St. Germain, the mysterious Bruce Wayne of your building, offering to tutor you.

The Present:

And now here you stand, the night of your final session, heart prowling, turning circles in your chest like an unruly feline.

Taking a steadying breath, you continue up the steps and head inside, enjoying the sound of your heeled boots across the polished wooden floor. Past towering shelves filled with books you go until you reach the narrow iron staircase in the back, the one that spirals upwards to the second floor. Your feet follow the path they have gotten used to over the last few weeks, through the racks, down a narrow gangway until you reach the small cluster of tables at the western corner of the library, the ones underneath the imposing arched window that allows you a clear view of the darkening sky and the pale orange glow of the streetlamp across the street.

Comte looks up from the book he has been reading and offers you a smile, at once familiar and exotic.

“Ah, there you are, chérie. Ready for our final session?”

Something inside you constricts at the thought that this is the last time you will be here with him like this, tucked away in the surprising intimacy of a large public library, listening to his honeyed voice as you discuss not only history, but also the mundane: what music he listens to when he goes on long drives, his favorite type of wine, the best tea for a rainy Sunday morning. And it isn't just his speaking….Comte listens. He really listens when you talk, when you ask questions, when you give an opinion. He rests his chin on his hand, head tilted ever so slightly, his entire attention focused on you, whether you are explaining the fine points of one of the many Treaties of Paris or doing your best to convince him that dipping your French fries in your milkshake really does make them taste better.

With the glow of remembrance in your smile, you slide into the seat next to him, running your fingers along the soft grain of the elegant wooden chair as you settle in.

“Ready as I'll ever be,” you say, returning his smile while looking at the array of books he has spread out across the table. “Let’s do this.”

“Oui,” he says as his smile curves into a grin. “Tonight we’re focusing on art for your art history final. You already sent me the list of pieces your professor wants you to know for your exam so we can work our way through those.”

You breathe in, trying not to get distracted by the warm, earthy scent of his cologne.

“Professor Leonardo is great but it’s such a long list….” Your shoulders slump at the thought of tackling everything on it. And then you feel Comte’s hand there, on your forearm, warm even through the soft material of your blouse.

“Then let us begin.”

He spends hours, guiding you through Girl with the Pearl Earring, The Birth of Venus, Las Meninas, and Water Lillies. You wander through the great masters like an enamored visitor in an enchanted garden, listening as Comte helps you to remember what you have learned about the paintings as well as unlocking secrets you have never heard before. He leads you through the design of the Colosseum, the Parthenon, Hagia Sofia, Notre Dame, his voice a golden thread that spins you across the architectural wonders. And now, in your final hour of study, he opens the book of sculptures. You visit Rodin’s Thinker, Michelangelo’s David, the Venus de Milo. And finally, you come to the last sculpture on your list: Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova.

“Ah…” He pulls the book closer, the photograph of the sculpture filling the page. “This….is a masterpiece of….” He glances over at you, brow lifted as he waits for the answer.

“Neoclassicism…but with strong elements of the Romantic, given the subject matter.”

“Bien joué.” The praise falls from his lips softly, slides over you like melting wax, sends a jolt of heat across your skin. He doesn’t seem to notice as he flattens down the pages with both hands, his bright eyes roaming over the image.

“So you know the story of Cupid and Psyche?”

You try to remember what Professor Leonardo explained in class when he had introduced the sculpture. “She opened a forbidden jar and was put to sleep as punishment?”

Comte nods. “Venus forbid Psyche from opening the jar. It supposedly held Divine Beauty. Psyche could not resist temptation and instead of beauty, she was overcome by the Sleep of Innermost Darkness.” He grins slowly. “Very dramatic. Cupid sees his lover unconscious and pricks her with an arrow, awakening her. This sculpture captures that moment.”

Outside the library window, the streetlamp glows a soft orange. A light rain is now falling, making the light seem as if it is dancing, shimmering against the night.

“Just look at the lines,” he murmurs. He takes his index finger and slowly begins tracing the line of Psyche’s body. It follows the curve of her torso as she stretches up towards Cupid. “Her arms reach back for him.”

You lean in, closer to Comte, watching the path his finger makes along the glossy page. Your heart is suddenly hammering a woodpecker’s song against your breastbone.

“Her hands are in her lover’s hair, the gesture so familiar, so loving.” He traces down the line of Psyche's neck. “And here….she is bent back to him, so exposed and vulnerable, tilting to look up into his face. What do you see there?”

His voice winds itself around you, wrapping you in golden vines of warmth and want. You need a moment to find your own. When you do, it is only capable of expressing itself in a breathless whisper.

“Tenderness. Joy.”

He nods slowly, trailing his finger down Cupid’s strong arm. “And what do you see in him?”

Your thoughts are bright butterflies, sparks that fly up into the haze of your mind and explode in little pinpricks of light. Blinking, trying to control the overwhelming wave of attraction that threatens to pull you under, you reach out and touch the same page, your fingers scant centimeters from his.

“He’s…..adoring. The way he holds her head, his fingers touching her face. And he’s smiling at her, affectionately. Openly.” Your gaze drops down to where Comte’s finger points to Cupid’s left arm. You clear your throat and continue. “He covers her breasts with his arm, shielding her from the viewer, and yet that one hand holds her in a way that’s….it’s so intimate. It feels somehow more intimate than if we would see her bare.” Your voice is a whisper, soft and woven through with delicate wisps of yearning. “He touches her as if he’s done it a hundred times and still revels in it…..” You trail off, pressing your lips together, unable to go on.

Comte’s fingers brush against yours and you turn your head, startled to find that your faces are so very close. Outside the rain gently rolls down the massive glass window. The streetlamp flickers. Comte’s gaze is a steady golden sun.

“He adores her,” he murmurs, his voice rolling through you. You feel his fingers move, covering yours on the page.

“She marvels at him,” you answer quietly, your fingers curling around his in response.

He leans down ever so slightly, his mouth so close you can feel the warmth of his words on your lips. “He dreams of her……”

“.....and he is what makes her waking sublime…” The words are hardly more than the breaths between heartbeats.

His mouth brushes faintly against yours, the softest touch, a silken feather, a velvet caress.

“....He wants nothing more…..” His hand tightens around yours, his chest rising and falling with the contained power of his emotion. “...than to kiss her….”

“He should,” you say, soft as a nightingale welcoming a summer evening. "He should kiss her."

And he does, pressing his lips against yours as the wave that has been looming ever closer pours down upon you both. One hand rises, gripping the nape of your neck with tender ardor. You plunge your free hand into the soft wilderness of his tawny hair, opening your mouth to taste him.

Your other hand? It is still tightly holding onto his, a promise you won’t let go.

An echo of Cupid and his beloved Psyche.

Pysche Revived by Cupid's Kiss- Antonio Canova, 1793

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arthurs-puppygirl · 3 months

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Le Comte was out here serving Le Cunt with that hairstyle ✨😮‍💨

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aquagirl1978 · 4 months

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Auld Lang Syne - Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Ny last fic of 2023 - Happy New Year's Eve! Day 6 of my 12 Days of Christmas. Also part of my New Year, New Celebration follower celebration.

Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader

Prompt: kiss on the hand

Word Count: 353

Tags: fluff with the tiniest hint of spice at the end

“You look absolutely ravishing tonight.”

Comte was standing next to the carriage, his hand extended to you as he waited for you to make your way down the mansion steps.

You were alight with excitement as you held the hem of your new ball gown, careful not to trip in your new shoes. You paused as you slipped your gloved hand into his; his dazzling smile hid the hedonist lurking underneath the elegant black tuxedo.

“After you, ma chérie,” he said. Lifting your hand to his lips, he brushed a chaste kiss across your knuckles. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as he flicked his eyes up, his golden gaze burning with unbridled desire.

It was cozy in the carriage when Comte slid into the seat next to you. With your bodies pressed together, the heat from his body quickly radiated to yours. When he placed his hand on your knee, flames of passion ignited in your core.

“I thought we'd start the celebrations early.” Comte reached for the bottle of champagne that was chilling in a bucket of ice on the seats across you. He opened the bottle with a loud pop, causing you to giggle as the champagne bubbled from the top of the bottle. Comte quickly filled two glasses, and handed one to you.

“Bonne année, ma chérie,” he whispered.

“Happy New Year,” you whispered back as you clicked glasses. The champagne was light and sweet on your tongue. However, the cool liquid trickling down your throat did nothing to cool off your body.

By the time your glasses were drained, you had arrived at your destination.

“We're a bit early,” Comte commented as he took a peek outside. After shutting the curtains closed, he leaned his face dangerously close to yours, his large hand slowly sliding up your thigh.

He dipped his face a little closer, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss. He pulled away, only a millimeter or two away – just enough to tempt you to lean in and kiss him.

“I think we have a few minutes to kill before we have to go in.”

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spooscribbles · 1 year

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Grabbed him by his silly fake tie and said get in there bread boy

#manipulating the sand with my mind to make it go into his teacup #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp fanart #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire comte #ikemen vampire fanart #ikemen fanart #ikemen Comte #ikemen series #cybrid ikemen #spoosart

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lichtluv · 5 months

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∘₊✧─────── ˟*̥✧*̥˟───────✧₊∘

𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩

𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...

𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

∘₊✧─────── ˟*̥✧*̥˟───────✧₊∘

↬𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙.

#i love this man sm #moodboard #ikemen moodboard #ikemen #otome #cybrid #cybird otome #ikepri #ike #cybird #ikemen vampire #ikemen comte #ikemen vampire comte #ikevamp comte #comte #comte de saint germain

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misty-moth · 4 months

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#musical card bonus #ikemen leonardo #ikevamp leonardo #ikemen comte #ikevamp comte #ikemen shakespeare #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp #ikemen vampire

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lovely-seeing-you · 7 months

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Everytime i look at this screenshot from will's route i end up cackling

LIKE MC HAS A POINT COMTE! YOUR FIRST BORN IS A PSYCHO AND HE SOMEHOW MANAGED TO WIN MY HEART!

#ikemen vampire #ikemen shakespeare #ikemen comte #ikevamp comte #ikevamp shakespeare

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 10 months

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Warnings: Likely incorrect french, short fic, Female reader on period.

Request: No.

Words: 461.

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"Ma Chérie?"

Comte ignored the large waft of blood that hit his nose the moment he opened the door to your shared room, quietly stepping in and closing it behind him. The floorboards creaked under the shuffling of his shoes as he slid them off, seeing you curled up in bed in a tired heap of pain and misery.

"Oh dearest," He sighed out, sitting down on the bed next to you. Without saying a word you rolled over and curved around him, face buried in his lap. "Have the cramps started up again?"

"Yes." Your answer was muffled against his pantleg, though he heard it all the same. Brushing his fingers through your hair you groaned out, relaxing under his touch as he gently scratched your scalp.

"I've brought you hot cocoa. Sebastion made it was a tad bit more chocolate. Just in case you where craving something sweet."

Comte helped you sit up, bringing the warm cup he'd set on the nightstand moments ago to you. Holding the cup with a firm hand you raised it to your lips, taking a long sip. Breathing out with a steady sigh you offered a smile.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I'm only here to make you feel more at ease for the moment."

"You're too good for me."

"Nonsense. I treat you good because you deserve to be treated good."

Comte pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, walking around to the other side of the bed and carefully climbing in as not to spill the cup in your hands. He offered you an embrace with outstretched arms, pressing another kiss to the top of your head when you'd leaned into his arms.

Pulling you close his hands slipped down to massage your lower back and hips, making you sigh at the uplift of pain.

"Is that enjoyable? I hear women cramp here." Comte murmured, breath ghosting over your ear. His fingers kept moving, pressing into your hips to rub out some of the pain.

"Yes." Your words came out a steady sigh, "Very nice." You murmured, he chuckled against your neck, pressing soft kisses across your collarbone. You took another sip of the hot cocoa, comfortable as can be in his arms.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I do not know, Chérie. I wonder what would have happened had you not have walked through that door."

His lips pressed against your cheek this time, his fingers coming up from your hips to pull some hair behind your ear before continuing to massage you.

You may have still been in pain, though with Comte the pain was just a bit more bearable.

#x reader #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire #ikemen comte #comte de saint germain #fluff

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weird-profiterole · 1 year

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No one asked for it, but here is Comte in a DILF t shirt.

@yanderepuck please tag Lulu, Tumblr doesn't want me to

If you can't read correctly, it says "I don't know what that means but my kids bought me rhis shirt"

Don't repost, only reblog

#ikemen vampire #cybird #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikevam #ikevamp #otome #otome game #ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen vampire comte #ikevam comte #ikevamp comte #ikemen comte

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ifthiswingscouldfly · 8 months

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POV:

You touched Le Comte

You hands:

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen comte #ikemen vampire comte

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shatcey · 1 month

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INTERLUDE (romantic ending)

I love it so much! Shuji, they don't realize how lucky they are to have you.

And the last line leaves the impression that this is both a prelude to routes that already exist and interlude to other routes that are yet to come…

Did they always spell his name as Saint-Germain? I don't remember…

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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: A day late but better late than never! I thought it might be nice to celebrate the anniversary of my first fic with the suitor who was the subject of it! Comte was my first Ikemen route ever and he holds a special place in my heart 💜

Prompt that won the poll: Pulling suitor by the tie in for a passionate kiss

Comte x f reader

WC: 875

The party in the remote country estate, several kilometers away from Paris itself, is over. It was a night filled with delightful music, warm candlelight, and the soft murmuring of people dressed in their finest clothes, drinking the finest wine and spinning across a dancefloor of the finest Italian marble. Your host, a gracious baron and friend of Comte’s, was warm and welcoming, greeting you with a smile on his mustachioed lips.

And how you seized the night, your skirt billowing like a glittering, golden cloud around your ankles as you turned around the dance floor, the amber jewels at your throat and ears drinking in the warm candlelight. Your partners were admiring, complimentary, and above all respectful because while they enjoyed the time in your radiant company, everyone knew who truly holds your heart.

When you and Comte finally danced together, the night held its breath. The casual possession in the lay of his hand at your waist, the way he held you just a hair’s breadth too close for propriety’s sake, the way your gazes locked with one another and held, a covalent bond, hydrogen and oxygen. The way you moved together, smooth as water, across the floor, grace in motion. And underneath it, the visible crackle of electricity in the slight part of your lips, the hungry gleam in his bright eyes. There was no hiding it. Some party-goers snapped open delicate folded fans, cooling the sudden flush to their cheeks. Some felt the grip of the green-eyed monster's fist, wishing they would be so lucky to have someone look at them that way.

You bid your farewells, arm in arm, before your carriage pulls up. The driver opens the door with a polite nod, doffing his hat to you both before setting it back down on his snowy white head. Comte climbs in first and then helps you up as you thank the driver. He’s hard of hearing and often just smiles and nods, but there is no one who knows the streets of Paris and the surrounding area better.

The door closes and soon the carriage lurches forward, over the stones of the baron’s long driveway before turning onto the road that will take you the long way back into the city. A small lantern hangs discreetly in the corner of the carriage, swaying back and forth, spinning shadows within the carriage’s plush interior. Comte, sitting across from you, glances down as he carefully removes his gloves. His handsome face is half-lit in soft, yellow light and half in wavering shadow.

“What an evening,” he says as he leans back against the plush maroon cushioning of the carriage’s walls. “I had heard wonderful things about the musicians Baron Gourgaud hired for tonight but they far exceeded any expectations. I must tell Mozart–”

You have other things on your mind. Sliding to the edge of your seat, eyes bright even in the dim lighting, you reach out and take hold of Le Comte’s chocolate-brown silk tie. Your eyes never leaving his, you slowly wind it around your hand, reeling him in, closer and closer.

“Abel….I don’t want to talk about the music.” One light tug and he is breathless, balancing on his own seat’s edge, the light in your eyes sending a shower of hot sparks cascading down his spine. The tie is now your prisoner, held tight in your fist as you smile slowly. “I don’t,” you whisper as quietly as a feather on the night’s breeze, “want….” You pull him even closer, your lips now a heartbeat apart, “...to talk at all.”

You pull one last time, firmly, and your mouths meet, the sparks flickering in both your veins exploding like fireworks, sending a flood of heat rolling between you. He is a gentleman but you know what lies beneath that controlled beauty, that intelligent gaze. You know what needs to be done to unleash something uncharacteristically reckless, something thrumming with licentious want. Keeping your grip on his tie, your other hand slides up into the tawny locks of his hair, fingers curling into its strands. He is now caught in your grasp, yours to maneuver as you will. You press your body against his, forcing him back onto his seat before settling yourself over him, your voluminous skirt spread out across the cushioned seating like a shimmering, golden blanket.

His hands press into your back, warm through the silk of your gown, his face tilted up like a man searching for answers from a higher power as he meets your demanding mouth. Right now, in this moment, there is no power higher than his desire for you. No divine call that could ring through his body like yours. You release your grip on his tie and he growls softly, your name now a carnal sound, before tightening his grip on you and burying his face into the curve of your neck.

Your last coherent thought, as you feel the scrape of his teeth against your skin, the possessive clutch of his strong fingers, the shift of his body as he pulls you even closer, is how very lucky you are that your sweet driver is hard of hearing and the way back to the mansion so very long.

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arthurs-puppygirl · 3 months

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woah………….. hey (≖ ͜ʖ≖)

#aye #ayyyye #I got my heels ready #ikemen vampire #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikevamp #cybird #le comte de saint germain #ikemen vampire comte #ikemen comte

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aquagirl1978 · 6 months

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My Cherie Amour - Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of Visions of Temptations 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore

Pairing: Comte de Saint Germain x Reader

Prompt: Day 9 - Praise Kink

Word Count: 574

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; praise kink; oral sex (suitor receiving); lingerie; deep-throating; female-bodied reader (referred to as "good girl"); spoilers (Comte's real name mentioned)

"Ma cherie…"

Gone was the kind and noble le Comte de St. Germain; before you now in his place stood Abel, a pleasure seeking hedonist. You stood facing him, wearing a rather revealing set of black lace lingerie he had recently gifted you, a shiver crawling down your spine as he dragged his palm up your bare arm. With a firm hand on your shoulder, he pushed your body down, a smirk spread on his lips as he watched you sink to your knees. Your eyes feasted on the outline of his bulge; your core flooded with warmth knowing he was already hard. You both fought to undo his belt, eager to free his erection from the confines of his tight pants.

His pants still on, you held his thick cock in your small hand. Your tongue darted out, wanting to sample a taste; Abel let out a low groan the moment your tongue touched his skin.

Wrapping one hand around his cock, he tangled his other in your hair. "Open," he said, more command than request, tracing your lips with the tip of his cock.

Your lips parted, your hunger needing to be fed the cock in his hand. Your jaw opened wide as Abel began to slide his length inside your warm mouth, eager to swallow every inch of his stiff shaft.

Looking up at Abel, your eyes were wide and doe-like as you gazed into his, your lips pressed against his groin as his balls smacked your chin, a rough reminder that his cock was buried deep, down your throat.

"Good girl," Comte praised, pleased to see you take his entire cock so well.

You kept your eyes glued on Abel’s golden gaze as your head bobbed on his cock. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked, your tongue twirling around his tip before sliding his shaft back down your throat.

Abel tugged on your hair, his groans growing louder as you sucked his cock like it was a lollipop. "Yes…" he moaned, the hedonist showing signs of becoming undone, "just like that."

His hips began to rock against your face as he pushed you tight against his torso, his hand holding you there. "Your pretty little mouth feels so good.”

Still gazing into his eyes, you attempted to smile, despite the thick cock fucking your throat.

"Arghhhh...." His body began to tense, his cock twitching in your mouth as he shot his seed deep inside your mouth, painting your throat white.

He pressed a gentle hand to the back of your head, not ready to be released just yet from the warmth of your sweet mouth.

You continued to suck his softening shaft, licking his entire length clean. After removing his cock from your mouth, you immediately wrapped a hand around his shaft, giving him a few quick squeezes.

Not to your amazement, you felt him grow hard again in your hand. When a drop of precum appeared on his tip, you dipped your face down, your tongue licking it clean.

Removing your hand from his cock caused quite the disappointed whine from Abel. Standing up, you rose onto your tiptoes and kissed Abel, your tongue probing his lips. Much to his chagrin, you broke the kiss too soon, and walked over to his bed. Once you were sprawled atop the plush, luxurious covers, you spread your legs, exposing yourself to your lover.

You were ready for more. So much more.

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