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#ikevam charles-henri
lorei-writes · 9 months
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Reading through Charles' route, I keep on getting the image of a wind chime that rings out a siren's song...
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candied-boys · 6 months
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I made a silly little Charles dressed as Louis with tiny Louis! But I couldn't colour Louis white 😭
This picrew has so many hair and clothing and colour options!! I bet we can make all our bois!
If you want to play, reblog!!! :D
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kura-sen · 3 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHARLES.
Another year another slay, I'm happy to be able to draw him and do something for this lovely, silly and not-so lonely anymore boy. All happiness shall I give him, and all my might should too. This year's fanart has been a challenge to me, I was really messy to organize my favorite day of the year, but here I am, happy as always, and thankful.
Happy birthday babygirl <33
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ragfam · 9 months
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I am so normal about anime boy Charles-Henri Sanson. So very regular.
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cyncallenreese · 2 years
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𝔾𝕆𝔻 𝔽𝕀ℕ𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕐! 𝕀 𝕎𝔸𝕊 𝕎𝔸𝕀𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 ❤️
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𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚂. 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚅𝙻𝙰𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚂𝙷𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆 (♡´艸`) 𝙱𝚈𝙴 𝙱𝚈𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃... 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝚈 𝙴𝚇𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴... o(TヘTo) ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
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sortaotaku · 1 year
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Had a good gacha day again!
Image: A Brand New Year
This time on my 2nd alt acct lol. Charles isn’t one my husbandos but this was a cute picture 😁
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wylottus · 2 years
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does anyone knows when we'll get Charles route?
aliás, algum br por aqui?
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acrispyapple · 2 years
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Ikevam JP: Act 2.5 PV
i hope it’s really angsty Σ(°o°)
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weird-profiterole · 3 years
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🎃Happy Halloween🎃
Don't repost, only reblog
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saintebae · 3 years
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pseudofaux · 3 years
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I'm partially embarrassed to request this hence the anonymity but I couldn't pass up asking for Ikevamp Charles abs body worship? Either or him doing the action to or reader to him. Actually reader granting Charles some sexy under table worship while seated at dinner sounds hot. Faust and Vlad get so much love he gets left behind I feel like. If you don't know his characterization well it's ok. I'll probably write something hot myself when my sexy imagination kicks in. Which oh boy I think it has. Love ya lots Pseu! You're writing is impeccable as always. :)
Ohhhhhhh, this is a really good idea and I think you are right on all counts! Originally I was going to have him seated with someone and open this with the other person (Faust?) asking “Where is she?” (🥵), but I think Mssr. Sanson could reeeeally benefit from some words during worship, so this is just the two of them. Please enjoy! And I hope when you write what you are inspired to that it makes you really happy. Or that it already did!❣️
(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot to be filled in May and likely June, too! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)
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The castle’s dining chairs are upholstered with silk, because... well, what else would be in Vlad’s beautiful home? That silk is fitted over very fine, full stuffing, and the arms are carved wood, dark and polished. The waxy scent of the polish gets in Charles-Henri’s nostrils in this place. He doesn’t mind it, but he is surprised how unavoidable it can be, even over her perfume. Even over what she is doing to him.
Which is, carefully and reverently, making him insane.
Her pretty skirt is spread out over her knees and the floor like a tent, the circle of it impeded only by the legs of his chair. And her mouth is on him and murmuring endless love. Her words might be silly if anyone were to write them down, but it’s like she took them right out of the darkest, loneliest places of his brain, and she doesn’t trip over them, so he is under her spell and her lips, and he does not want to get away.
“You’re delicious,” she says, so sweetly he laughs.
“You can’t taste me the way I can taste you,” he reminds her. She just hums like she is at the top of the food chain and fondles his balls like she is on the lowest rung of society. He shivers, not for the first time.
“You are,” she insists, sucking a tiny kiss onto his hip, “Delicious.”
“Whatever you say,” he mumbles, so pleased he is jittery. His soul knows and fears that any moment this attention could be snatched away, and he wants it but he can’t depend on it...
“So smooth,” she whispers, her harmless fingernails scraping down what she can reach of the inside of his legs. She knelt there a few moments ago and opened the front of his trousers like it was nothing, and she has been touching him and mouthing him and speaking to him ever since. Charles doesn’t know why this is happening (Did Vlad order her to do this, as some kind of reward for him?), and he won’t rely on it, but he is enjoying it. The way he bobs beside her cheek is proof enough of that.
Surely she feels it? She is gripping him.
“This part,” she whispers, squeezing him and beginning to tug, release, stroke with a practiced touch, “This is so wonderful. The things you do to me with it. I’m so happy I can do things to you, too.”
His fingers drum on the table like he’s playing a sonata. “You can’t,” he says. It’s weak. He’s weak. “You don’t have the power... to do anything.”
She chuckles from the place in her throat he wants to touch when he comes. And maybe she will let him, since she seems to be pulling all the things he wants out of his head tonight, here in this empty dining room. Even if he couldn’t feel all her kisses-- and he can-- he can hear them.
“It’s perfect. You are perfect, Charles-Henri,” she says. She kisses the tip of him and her lips come away sticky. She gives it right back to him when she mouths all her praises all over again down his length. “Smooth... so handsome... so very strong... delicious.” She breathes in through her nose, tucked down by his groin, and it’s such a deep inhale that it tickles him and makes him feel like she is trying to take him in every way she can. Does the hair above his cock tickle her nose? She doesn’t flinch.
“I like the way you smell,” she says as she sighs out the breath. It’s hot and damp against his already-agitated skin. Dreamily, she adds “But I love the way you feel. Want you in my mouth.”
What can he say to that? He’s not afraid of her, there’s nothing she can even do to him, but what she is doing to him... if she stops, he feels like his mind will break, and not in clean slice but in a terrible rendering with tears and uneven edges. This entire situation is so dangerous, it’s dark and lusty and makes him feel so good he doesn’t feel safe trusting it. But he can play along. He can always play along.
“Take me in your mouth, then,” he says. He wants it to be dry, but his eagerness bleeds out of him like the juice of an overripe squeezed fruit and makes it sound like a challenge, like he’s not just playing along over her head but playing with her. Thankfully, she takes the challenge, her wet mouth opening around him and sliding down like she is determined to play, too.
He puts his head back against the dark, polished wood of the back of the chair and groans at the feel of her on him. Can love exist in a mouth that is not speaking? Can he shove himself into the deepest part of her throat? Has she ever done this before? His mind is all questions and sensation, centered on how she sucks at him as she pulls back.
Her hum is accompanied by a slight sway. It looks like she is dancing, sinuous. Seductive.
Charles slides his hands off the table, smoother than a snake, and puts them in her hair. “Is that all you wanted?” he whispers to her. She shakes her head with a closed-mouth smile. “Then have more,” he hisses, and pulls her close. He doesn’t even touch the seam of her lips because she opens for him so readily, and that thought and her plush tongue make him groan again. He pulls her (and she goes, easily) all the way down, until her body rebels and convulses around him, then he pulls her back. “More?” he asks. “More of that?”
He is not prepared for the way she rasps a needy yes, or for the way his hands have to chase her head as she goes back to her work. When she pulls away her spit clings to him and it is thick with his early seed, a glimmer in the dimness of the room. “I always want more of you,” she promises before she goes right back down. And as she moves her head down his length and pulls off with wet pops and smacks, she keeps talking, keeps saying so many of the things he’s been wanting to hear. Not needing. Only wanting. but he has been wanting.
She swears under her breath, and slurps, and calls him manly. The base of each of her palms finds the front of hips and holds him tight while she moans on him. “I love this,” she tells him. “I love you.”
It shoots through him like a downfall of arrows. He should be cut open but he only shudders and tries to figure out how to urge her on without betraying how badly he wants her to keep going. Shouldn’t she know, isn’t that why she is doing this?
“Wish I could just stay here,” she sighs before taking him wet and deep. She makes some noise that feels like a gargle around him, like his cock is in a mineral spring, and his cum soaks her windpipe and her mouth as she slowly pulls back without a single cough. He would miss it if he did not feel quite so euphoric from all her words. They might be dangerous, but that’s because they were so good.
“Delicious,” she whispers with a wet, white smile. The pink of her tongue is paler under the coat of cream she seems so proud of. He stares, unwilling to blink, as she slowly moves it over her lips. When she is done she hums like she has just had a wonderful meal, though he was the only one at the table with a plate. Even if it was for show.
Her gasp when he hauls her up and throws her onto the pillow of her skirts on the table is really all he needs to live, he thinks. He takes her on the table and keeps his ear right by her mouth and his mouth right by her ear, so he can murmur all the possessive filth she’s risen to his surface like floodwaters. And catch everything she might say, too. Just in case she says anything else as he’s pounding her into the dark polished wood, pushing the scent of wax into her skin.
“You like me,” he chants several times. “Delicious.” Her earlobe has no taste of its own, but it is the most wonderful texture in his delicate bite. Some day soon he’ll give her the holes for several new earrings, he thinks. But for now he’ll fuck into her all the things he’s not going to say, because for now he is just playing along. He can always play along. Or so he tells himself.
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candied-boys · 4 months
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Look at the silly lil bean
Why is his outfit so complicated 😵‍💫
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kura-sen · 2 years
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Guess who it is again
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alice-revolution · 3 years
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happy b'day charles
admin fluffy ( ◞・౪・)
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cyncallenreese · 3 years
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Baby! Just my precious bby TT^TT ❤
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Don't worry I'll give you all my love and affection that you deserve ❤
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bespectacledbun · 4 years
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Ikevamp names + their meaning {Part 3/3}
Cards used are the Act 2 cards by courtesy of @ladygacha! Thank you Annicka~ ✨ 
These edits are made by me. Please do not crop or repost these without my explicit permission, thank you! I used Faust’s last name because his given name, Johann, has the same meaning as Jean’s name
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