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natimiles · 2 months

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Lazy morning with Comte

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Tags: scenario; morning cuddles; fluffy; no pronouns specified, but Comte calls you chérie; established relationship.

He’s been awake for a while now, but he wants to savor this peaceful moment with you. With his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped securely around you, he envelops you in his embrace, softly nuzzling his face into your hair from time to time.

Comte both feels and hears it when your breathing changes pace, meaning you’re waking up too. A soft yawn escapes your lips as you stretch, and your hand goes to his arm to loosen it from around your body, but he tightens his hold.

“Hm…?” you hum under your breath, turning your head to glance at your lover with a hint of confusion. “Well, bonjour,” you smile warmly as you realize he is awake.

“Bonjour, chérie,” he chuckles at the confusion on your face.

You turn the rest of your body to face him fully, giving him a peck on the lips. He holds you in place by the neck to give you a proper morning kiss, and you can’t help but giggle, warmth spreading through your heart.

“Have you been awake for long?”

“Not too long,” he replies, kissing your forehead.

“What time is it?” you mumble, propping yourself up on your elbow to glance at the clock. “It’s almost time to get up.”

“It is,” he replies, his arm gently guiding you back down onto the mattress and into his arms.

“I should get up already.”

“If you want to,” he smiles with such affection that his eyes crinkle.

“Yes,” you yawn, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand as you look at him with the same loving gaze he gives you. “This way, I can take my time getting ready before helping Sebas.”

“Of course.” He shifts his arm around you, adjusting his hold on your body.

You chuckle softly. “Comte?”

“Yes, chérie?” he entwines his legs with yours.

“Can I get up?”

He is still smiling at you, trying to disguise his true intentions of not letting you leave his arms so soon today.

“Excellent question,” he hums, pretending to ponder the answer. “Can you?” He peppers kisses on your face.

“Alright, I’ll stay,” you concede with a contented sigh, “But in a few minutes, it’s going to be an obligation, you know.”

“It never is,” he murmurs, trailing his kisses down your neck and nuzzling his face there. “I’m giving you the day off.”

“Comte,” you laugh softly as his lips tickle your skin. “I can’t do that.”

“I can.”

“I have lots of things to do with Sebastian. We’ll have a busy afternoon today.”

“Then it’s settled. You’ll rest at least in the morning.”

He abruptly pulls you closer, causing your body to collide with his, and he tucks your face under his chin as a squeak escapes you. Comte laughs and kisses the top of your head, placing one hand on your head and the other on your back, rubbing relaxing circles with his fingertips while ensuring to keep you as close as possible.

You huff, knowing it’s a lost battle.

You end up taking the whole day off.

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nuttytani · 3 months

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random comte headcanons

he likes it when you're the one who initiates physical affection like hugs, hand holding and kisses. it makes him melt like icecream on a hot day, it turns him into a giddy teenager experiencing love all over again.

he won't ever admit it but comte enjoys it when you play with his hair. lightly scratching his scalp with your dull nails and massaging the area behind his ears, it makes him sleepy.

comte thinks that your eyes are the most captivating thing about you, they show so many emotions! and your eyelashes, the way they frame your eyes so perfectly- which is why you'll always find him giving your eyelids a peck every now and then.

whenever he sees you wear his gifts, he feels joy. because that means you liked it enough. sure, comte might love showering you with gifts, that's just a habit he has acquired over the years and it's his way of showing love. but nothing tops when you actually put his gifts to use.

comte is the type of person who will always have cookies and biscuits on the side while he drinks tea.

he wears glasses while reading newspaper, even though he has perfect vision. comte just wants to feel a bit human, besides, you always compliment him when he wears those glasses.

#tani writes!!#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #comte de saint germain #ikemen vampire comte #ikevamp comte x reader #ikevamp headcanons #comte x reader

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shookspearewrites · 2 months

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Yandere(ish) Comte, "My Charlemagne"

Hello my little ducklings! I'm sorry I fell off the face of the Earth for such a long time - Tbh, there's been a load of changes in my life lately and I am just always so busy now that I'm starting my new career >2< I cannot put into words how fucking much I have missed you guys and writing and ikevamp as a whole!

I've just celebrated 1 year with my partner (Mr JJ says hi, say hey to him in the comments ^^) and I'm doing 9 til 5 every day at my work placement so that's my life update, let me know how you've been!

Anyways, I've fallen in love with the song 'Charlemagne' by Blossoms and I wrote this piece while listening to it on repeat on the train - Hope you like it!

-JJ x

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The gentle Comte's sharp golden eyes mirrored his protruding fangs as they pierced through the darkness hanging in cold Parisian air, violence brewing within his usually still core. Usually the lilting, soothing sound of the sweet mademoiselle's laugh would bring a smile to his handsome features, instead now there blossomed a deep scowl, a growl tearing from his throat as another man dared to rest his hand upon his lady's cheek - A man the Count thought of as an old friend, nonetheless. The nobleman snarled at the swirl of cigarillo smoke that hung thick in the air, circling the young lady like a halo as it slowly rose and was no doubt clinging to her clothing, staining it with another man's scent where her delicate, floral perfume should prevail. Where he should be able to smell her delectable blood, like nectar, flowing beneath her impossibly blemishless skin, waiting with baited breath until he could devour her. Her laugh, her blood, her love should've belonged to him, not another - now the dear Comte was no angel, but a Goddess like her deserved nothing less than he and he alone. He didn't like to admit that he was a jealous man, but the evidence was all there: Bloodlust on the tongue, a violent rage brewing in the gut and heartbreak pulling taught the strings within. Comte couldn't bare to watch the romantic scene unfolding by the river bank underneath the sky adorned with flickering stars for another moment. He took a short, sharp swig from the ornate hip flask he carried and turned on his heel, his body heavy like lead, weighed down with torment as he began to return home. Alone.

Time is the only true purgatory.

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cloudcountry · 6 months

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Hey aubs <3

Saw the ikevamp reqs and i keep thinking about how germain was my favorite, but back when i played his route wasn't even out (sadge) so i was thinking if you could do me a solid* (you always do and are such an amazing author fr fr <3)

So i was thinking, can you do me frienemies-to-lovers germain and gn! vampire "hunter"! reader? You can make it whatever prompt you feel like <3

HAVE A GOOD DAYYYY <3

*it's ABSOLUTELY no pressure, you can absolutely delete this req if you don't wanna do it

SUMMARY: you run into comte (or rather, he runs into you) after you kill a vampire.

WARNINGS: none!!! :D

COMMENTS: UM THIS ISNT QUITE ENEMIES TO LOVERS BUT . I THINK IT TURNED OUT OKAY ^^; not beta read because im lazy if theres typos DONT READ THEM THEYRE NOT THERE

Your vision goes blurry as you’re thrown against the wall of a dingy alleyway, sharp nails digging into your skin. A loud hiss and hot breath against your neck make your heart jump in your throat. Grasping at your wooden stake, you smack the back of it against the vampire’s head, sending them reeling. Taking the chance, you kick them up against the opposite wall and drive your stake through their hand.

Their scream of pain smells like blood and flesh.

You aim a well-placed kick at their head, knocking them to the concrete, and they still. The sickening crack of their skull meeting the pavement gains no reaction from you.

You reach down, yanking the wooden stake out from their hand. They don’t move.

You raise it over your head and bring it down, stabbing straight through their chest.

A raspy breath escapes the body as their muscles twitch, and they fall still once again.

“I see you’re out and about again, mon chérie.”

You don’t even acknowledge the familiar voice as you stare down at your most recent kill. Despite what people in the business say, you know you’ll never quite get used to this.

Not killing the vampires, and certainly not the vampire that’s taken to following you around on nights like these.

His name is Comte de Saint Germain, and the tension between you two has always been palpable.

“Indeed I am.” you finally respond, turning to face his towering silhouette. It’s at times like these when you’re fully aware that he is, indeed, a vampire, despite what the upper class of France may believe.

It’s not that you’re wary of him because he’s the type of beast you hunt.

You’re wary of him because he hasn’t stopped you yet.

“I’m assuming that poor soul attacked an innocent.” he mused, stepping closer to you in order to examine the body.

“They did.” you answer curtly.

Comte hums. He kneels next to the body and murmurs something under his breath.

You reach for your stake.

“There’s no need for that.” he turns back to you as if sensing your movement smiling up at you.

The smile is tense. Fake. Meant to make you let down your guard.

You grip your stake harder.

Comte stands up, not a single speck of blood or dust on his clothing. He’s facing you, the smile on his face still plastered across his lips.

“You should consider taking a more peaceful approach next time. You never know what the vampire you kill could be suffering from.” Comte says, and although his voice is soft there’s a steely edge to it.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you reply coldly, eyes narrowing as you wait for the slightest movement.

He makes no move towards you. Instead, he chuckles and disappears into the night, and you’re left in the alleyway with blood-soaked clothing and a racing heart.

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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Fill free to deny this request! But can you do Jonah, Isaac, Vincent, and comte with mc having a cat that isn't the best, and the cat is kinda mean? (Ex, biting and scratching if you try and be near her. Growling and hissing at other pets, and will hiss if you walk by them in the walkway.) My apologies, English is not my first language.

hey sorry it took me a literal year to write this...

IKEVAMP AND IKEREV REQUESTS CLOSED

Jonah: Jonah is a little cat-like and mean too, though he gets super pouty that your cat doesn't like him. Why wouldn't it? He's perfect! Would cry if your cat ever warmed up to him.

Isaac: Isaac is terrified of your cat and wants nothing to do with it. If your cat stays away from him, he will stay away from your cat.

Vincent: Look, I can't explain why, but your cat would tolerate him, I know it. Everyone and everything likes vincent, your cat included. Even if not at first.

Comte: He is the epitome of perfection and patience. He understands and will do his best to not bother your cat. Chances are though, at some point your cat will start to like him.

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 2 years

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Hi! I love your Ikemen vampire Hc's, and I wonder if you could make one about a Mc similar to Nezuko like... She has the bamboo and everything.

YES! Omg thank you for the ask I literally love you! So I had to do a little research on her, since I'm not too familiar with the character so I'm sorry if this is a bit off. I just tried to match her personality and wardrobe. Hope you like it!

Enjoy!~~

Ikevamp headcanons~ With a reader that is similar to Nezuko

Warning : None, except I haven't managed to watch Demon slayer, so I'm sorry if this is a bit off

Pronouns used: GN, generally just you, thought it can lean towards a more feminine version

Comte

our favorite rich baguette man

Now, he's been alive for many many year

He's seen a lot of things but this is new

when you stumble into the mansion he's supper confused

Is this a child? Nope, not a child. Why the bamboo mouth piece? Not human though, the eyes suggest otherwise

He's not Arthur, but he's observant

he's still very polite, but he's trying to figure out what you are

And then it dawns on him

like he's sipping his tea and his like

*Slams tea cup* ooh my...

He pulls you aside to talk about what you eat

after all he know, vampires drink blood, demons eat people

he's just about to ask you nicely to leave when you can for everyone safety

but

you say you don't eat human

???

Ok, well then

He happily welcomes you into the mansion

He finds your childish appearance rather endearing

thinks the mouthpiece is especially cute

BUT..guess what, one day when you go for a stroll you are ambushed by and upper rank demon

when he sees the after transformation

he's knocked off his feed

and when you whoop the other demons ass

congratulation you're stuck with him for eternity

"Who knew ma chèrie can be so powerful"

Leonardo

this sleepy man

he's like Comte almost, except he figures it out a little sooner

and then he straight up goes and asks if you plan on having any citizens for breakfast

You know he has a strict no drinking blood rule

so he takes this very seriously, as he's afraid it will cost a life whether turned or dead it doesn't matter

So when you say you don't do that he's like: great!

And never brings up the fact that you are a demon ever again

fist of all he loves the entire outfit

he really does

it's so different from his norm, he can't help but be curious and amazed

Now when he sees you in action, he just smirks and has this shit eating grin on his face the whole time

"My, my cara mia, you are so fierce"

either way, he loves you and is charmed by the fact that after everything, you are still rather human, you smile and cry and he's glad that you still have that

Isaac

was very curious about you from the get go, but just kind of watched you from affar

you seemed so small and sweet, like what could be wrong with someone like you

and the Comte told him

at first he was like:

???

and then was like:

!!!!!!!!!

and then he was confused again

why do people keep breaking physics and reality

like this should not be happening, but then again neither should time travel and vampires

now he has a lot of trouble controlling himself around human blood

so when he sees you handling it like a champ he's amazed by your willpower

and when he sees your demon form

apple boy might just bust a blood vessel looking at you

"My goodness y/n, that was...incredible, what else can you do?"

Very curious

Sweet boy

Arthur

so you know how Isaac is like watching from affar

not this mf

nope

you come through that door and he's already noticed a bunch of things and managed to deduce, that you are, despite the cute appearance, not human

and now he's interested

Pesters Comte about it until he gets and answer

when he finds out he just looks at you, and the back at Comte and then back at you

He's confused

he did not picture a demon to look like that

so now you have to explain everything to him

he;s in awe and after finding out he starts treating you with even more respect then before

does ask about your food, aka should he be prepared to cover up a murder

But you tell him it's not the case

when he sees you in all your glory when you got in a fight with another demon

floored

"By Jove, dove, I was not expecting that from someone as cute as you. But I must say, I was quite the pleasant surprise."

Get your mind out the gutTer-

Theodorus

mean mf

respectfully stop calling me a dog

is very scepticle

and when unsurprisingly you get along great with Vincent he's also a bit jelly

what he finds out your a demon his first reaction is

"BrOER-"

like he wants to protect Vincent and you both have to calm his ass down

you explain to him how you are not a threat

he only really believes you when you protect him and Vince from another demon

and when you tell them you did it because they feel like family to you he start falling for you

would not admit it but really likes your style

thinks the kimono with the asanoha is ✨artistic✨

"Don't be silly Hondje of course you didn't surprise me, I always knew you where a little street dog, always getting into fights"

sIR....

Vincent

sweet angel

since you're both caring sweet and cute you get along instantly

you end up telling his yourself

bc how could you not trust someone like him

and he never thinks any less of you

when you save him he's so much more amazed by you

doesn't even have to ask if you'd eat a person or no he just knows the answer

he asks if you want to talk about your transformation experience and offers to talk about his

really wants to paint you

actually sketched out a drawing of your demon form

"Look, don't you look beautiful here, would you mind helping me out while I paint this?'

Mozart

he's a little weirded out at first

I mean you look like a child

you stutter and sometimes speak muffled by the bamboo thing in your mouth

he thinks you have the brainpower of a child

but you are no child

so he just pretends he doesn't care and sneakily observes

when he finds out he's actually a little scared

he finds out about your eating habits or rather lack thereof from Comte

and then he calm down

when you save his ass is is amazed and humble

what and powerful being you are

once he's off his high horse he stats noticing things

like how even if you look small you are kind and actually rather adorable

"Oh well, i suppose I could let you listed, you look to cute meine liebe"

Napoleon

get ready to be instantly adopted

he's like: big brother mode activated

but as you get to know each other it stops being big brother mode and rather oh shit I have a crush on this curious being mode

He finds out bc you tell him, and while you're at it you also tell him you don't plan on using anyones bones as toothpicks when you're done with them

and he's like:

ok...can we cuddle now?

let's be real, he does not care

especially since you are not a danger to others

when you save him he's like

cute ANd powerful

a true queen

he fully respects you and thinks you are amazing

sometimes accidentally treats you like a child, but it's never with the intention of hurting you

he just thinks you're really cute with that pink kimono and mouthpiece

"Nunuche, don't play around now, it's time to go to bed."

Dazai

im sorry did someone order one sad writer?

someone give him a hug

he thinks you are the most fascinating little thing

the kimono and haori have him literally dead

he thinks it looks beautiful on you

though he first notices all the little things

like how you pay attention to others

how you sometimes stutter when you speak

and then he finds out you're a demon and he's like

nope not possible

so casually asks you

and you confirm it and now he's actually not as confused as he thought he's be

like now the eyes make sense

when you tell him about how you don't eat people he smiles at you

"I never though my Toshiko-san was capable of such an act in the first place

when he sees your demon form he blow away

he has a whole lot more of respect for you now

he thinks you truly are amazing

Jean

not sure he'd take the news well

like he hears demon and is like

imma just get the holly water, Comte i did not sign up for him

but this changes when you save him

he's floored, amazed and has so much respect for you now

he actually starts seeing you as a person and starts noticing things about you

he's still hesitant but he starts to open up

he ends up being really sweet and shy about the whole situation, since it's so new

is still afraid that he'll hurt or taint you and needs reassurance that he is worthy of you

"Y/n...I cannot express how grateful I am for everything you've done"

Sebastian

forehead flicking demon butler

just accepts it

oh this cute girl is a demon, ok, proceed, nono really, continue

he's seen enough ok he doesn't care anymore

when you save him and he sees your demon for all he can do is chuckle

"Never though I'd be saved by such a cute girl like you"

he's honestly very sweet and respectful

minus the forehead flicks

is relieved that you don't eat human because now he can relax knowing he's off the menu

And that's all bc I'm sure that is all the bs you can take. I'm very sorry if this is not what you where thinking of but I hope you enjoyed it^^

See you in the next one

~Lia

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gunraekae · 6 months

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a day in the mansion for you

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents x reader

>a/n: for context, i'm the sort who enjoys seeing the casual interactions between the residents and the mc, so these are some hcs on what I imagine a day looks like for you. i sorta placed this as being in the first week mc arrives, before anything too serious happens, but you can interpret this whichever way you choose!

also apologies, i wasn't able to write for every single suitor as i haven't played most of their routes yet! I'll do a follow-up post when i finally finish them :))

Napoleon

Restrains Jean when he attacks you in the middle of the night

Comte enlists him to guard you and show you around Paris with Vincent, being the one that you trust the most in the beginning

Accompanies you and Isaac to the école, to help you be more at ease in the town

Part of your morning rounds: you wake him up

Part of your evening rounds: you talk about each other’s days, has dinner with you if you haven’t

Arthur

After asking Sebastian to fetch him Rouge, he prevents you from escaping (sorta does a reverse psychology thing)

Rightfully blaming himself for your dislike, he charms you with his intelligence through the lounge games; he wins a conversation with you and apologises on your date

When you encounter him on your town visit, the two of you are caught with a mysterious case that employs the two of you in your mystery solving adventures.

Part of coffee addicts: your best customer, kisses you for every cup of coffee you bless him with

Part of breakfast gang: either there because he didn’t sleep or there because he slept too early

Leonardo

Spooked by the first night in the mansion, you lock yourself in your room until lunch, only to realize that Leonardo had stood guard outside your door the whole night

Remains quite protective, he calls himself your companion; finds you cooped up in the library and takes you with him on town visits

Part of coffee addicts: will come later, but will always be there

Part of your afternoon rounds: he magically finds you when you’re sad and will find some random event to cheer you up with

Jean

Starving and not in control, he unknowingly attacks you on your first night and incites you to escape

Overwhelmed, self-conscious, and wary, you spend much of the first week’s evenings in the library. To your shock, Jean is also there, learning how to write. Believing that it may be best for the two of you to reconcile, you teach him how to write.

Helps you as much as possible with your chores, especially if it’s reaching high places or something that requires strength.

Joins the residents in meals because of you

Listens to Mozart’s pieces with you

Part of your morning rounds: you have to remind him to eat

Vincent

Sympathetic to your predicament, he comforts you and shows you around Paris with Napoleon, being one of the few that you feel safe around

Invites you to a picnic with Theo

Enjoys your singing in the gardens while he paints and will frequent the outside the more you do it

Part of coffee addicts: might experiment with different roasts and enjoys it, but will like his coffee as black as possible

Part of breakfast gang: really only there to join Theo in the morning

Comte

Like a good sugar daddy, he takes you shopping and constantly spoils you. On the second day, he takes you to the town

Will ask for tea on the daily and constantly checks in on you; a most protective father figure, he keeps the residents in check

You’re his automatic partner any time he has to attend a social event (and of course he takes you shopping before). You’re his rumoured partner, and Comte does not quell those rumours he keeps them up.

Part of your afternoon rounds: you have tea with him

Dazai

After cooping yourself up in your room, Dazai is the second you confide your troubles to. He’s always attuned to your emotions and understands your mental health struggles; always ready to lend an ear (because he’d rather everyone be happy before himself ahh) He’s almost invasive with how aware he is of you

Another frequent player in the lounge games, he doesn’t play seriously and is only really there to bring everyone’s mood up; don’t include gambling though, because he gets sorta crazy

Part of breakfast gang: horrible sleep schedule has him join the morning

Part of your afternoon rounds: any time you have errands in the garden, he’ll join you

Theo

Partly due to his brother, and partly out of his own heart, he enlists you as an apprentice and they get to know the town

To bridge the gap between you and Arthur, he invites you to the lounge after dinner to play games

Teaches you the ropes of living in Paris: warns you, keeps you aware of current events, probably even helps you with your finances

Part of coffee addicts: likes your experimental sweet lattes

Part of breakfast gang: always present in the morning because he has to

Isaac

Cooped up in his room as well, Sebastian asks you to deliver his food to his room, believing him the most harmless. Isaac awkwardly welcomes you in his own way, accompanying you and Napoleon to their école

Also a frequenter of the lounge games, he attempts to impress you and win a date against Arthur

Part of breakfast gang: has to be there for his job, but enjoys whatever you make

Part of your evening rounds: sometimes he’ll be outside with his telescope, observing the stars. Once you felt comfortable, he asked you to join him

Mozart

Most intimidated by him, Sebastian forces you to deliver lunch to him. He’s cold, fussy, but would rather spend time with you than anyone else. Whenever he needs feedback or an audience for a piece, he’ll ask you first along with Jean.

You’re his automatic partner any time he has a performance, partly because you comfort him in carriage rides, partly because he just wants you around

Part of coffee addicts: crawls to get coffee from you

Part of your evening rounds: you have to remind him to sleep

Part of your breakfast gang: organized routine but also terrible sleep schedule

Shakespeare

You met him after he gave you and Vincent tickets for one of his upcoming plays. When he approached the two of you, he gave such good banter and was so amicable, you swear it almost sounded practiced (haha)

He’ll sometimes join the residents for dinner. He’s begun to join a lot more often because having you around made Arthur and Theo much less hostile. After dinner, he makes a practice of talking to you in private, endlessly charming, but oddly invasive—like he’s studying you

Any time he has a new play, you're the first to get invited to watch it. Sometimes, if he's particularly frustrated or uninspired, he'll ask you to come to rehearsals with him.

You and Vincent sometimes visit him in his villa to make sure he's not writing himself to death.

Vlad

A sweet florist you met in town while you were miserable in the first week. He gave you a flower to cheer you up and was the epitome of charming, so charming in fact, that you accidentally revealed you lived in the mansion. Once you’ve revealed that fact, he began seeing you every time you were alone in town (for no ulterior motive at all)

General HCs for All!

Writes you letters daily/weekly; a habit picked up after the first night and seeing how spooked you were

Help you and Sebastian as much as they can; they can obviously clean up for themselves and even cook when they feel inclined

More residents have meals together than ever before; your presence sort of unites them and they’re super grateful for that

You’ve achieved the point where every resident is together during dinner

Birthdays, special occasions, and achievements are celebrated because you organize them for everyone

Since Halloween is your favourite holiday, the residents make an effort to dress up for it

Valentine’s Day is a bit of a mess, with you making a gift for every resident

White Day was used by the residents to give you their gifts, and it’s overwhelming, to say the least

They’re huge gossips, so any and every update on you is spread like wildfire to everyone. Good luck having an off-day

Dazai is the first to notice, being the most emotionally intelligent

Leonardo is the quickest one to take action, quite literally scooping you from whatever you’re doing to cheer you up

Napoleon is also another quick one to constantly check in on you and look for you if you come home too late

Sebastian usually keeps track of who you’re with or where you are if you guys are separated

Buys you random presents, usually connected to something between the two of you, but also sometimes follows current trends

Isaac buys you a hairclip he thinks looks darling on you

Dazai buys you a notebook to use as a diary, especially after noticing your journal’s almost full (and no he totally doesn’t peek in your writing)

Jean will always find something in town to bring to you in your night lessons

Comte… do I even need to say anything

Supports you in anything you pursue (I believe the canon says that you’re starting out as a writer, so I’mma use that)

You keep notes of your every day in your diary, sort of like a vlog and a lot of the snoopy residents read it. Eventually they suggest that you publish some of it

Being a huge fan of literature, the authors organize a writer’s night where you come up with a prompt and they share how they’d write it

If you ever end up writing something, they’re the first to hear and are your biggest fans

You’re a frequent guest teacher in Napoleon’s and Isaac’s école

You always thought you weren’t good with kids, but seeing how much the children like you reassured you

Napoleon teases you on how much you say you dislike children but secretly enjoys the time with them

Isaac is extremely grateful for how much you like organizing his lesson plans

if you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading! i hope you have a wonderful day and leave a like/reblog <3

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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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duckyfann9871 · 8 days

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I want to be a vampire too: rant

played 2 routes of ikemen vampire so far. I love the game, but both times I have wished that there was an option to join them as a vampire at the end.

I don't understand why becoming a vampire is posed so negatively in the game, but whenever it comes up in the routes it's coded like it's a terrible option that MC doesn't want to do.

Well, au contraire! If I had a chance to become a sexy vampire in a mansion full of other sexy vampires I would take it ... especially if the person I was in love with was also a vampire. If both are vampires doesn't that mean more time you get to be together??

TLDR I want to become a vampire at the end of my romance and I haven't had my way yet,

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tayovampr · 9 months

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How Gossip Spreads Through The Mansion.

ikemen vampire headcannons

( warnings? ) none. ( notes? ) THIS HEADCANNON CONTAINS MY OC. just a few thoughts about how these vampires are extremely nosy and love to spread false information unknowingly :0

It all begins in the kitchen. As the coffee brews for the mansions residents, our lovely helpers: Sebastian, Mitsuki (Y/n) and Temi seem to be cooking up some trouble…

Mitsuki would unintentionally reveal something that happened thorough out the day. Maybe it was something she overheard while shopping, on the balcony or watching Napoleon and Jean spar. She always tells Sebastian and Temi what she hears about the residents—since Sebastian has that interesting hobby of his.

“Hey Sebastian, Temi?” Mitsuki calls out to the two as they washed the dishes. Sebastian was scrubbing, Temi was rinsing, and Mitsuki was drying and polishing.

The two turned their heads to look at their friend, wondering what was the matter.

“I was in Comte room earlier helping him open up some letters, and that’s when I came across this one letter. Now mind you, it was scented, had a very prestigious emblem on the wax and included a dried rose in it.” Mitsuki began.

“Le Comte gets letters like that all the time.” Sebastian responded. “Was there something special about it?”

“Well, it clearly came from a girl. And when Comte read it, he was so happy! I mean I never saw him like this before, but it makes me think if he has a secret lover—” Before Mitsuki could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Temi, who had accidentally dropped a plate into the sink, causing the water to splash up at her.

“Secret lover?!” She exclaimed in disbelief. “What makes it worse is that it’s believable…”

“What if she’s a vampire bombshell who was childhood friends with him and lives in a gothic castle lavished in red and riches? I can’t compete in that race…” Temi grumbled afterwards. Sebastian however looked at the two thoughtfully.

“Well, we’ll do no good sitting here pondering. At dinner let’s go ask Le Comte ourselves.”

Most of the times, it’s something tame. No big deal, and not needing of attention. But as always, if your trying to keep a secret in a mansion full of nosy vampires with supersonic hearing—you better believe this game of telephone will spiral out of control.

Isaac, surprisingly, is the main catalyst for this disaster. Jean coming in a close second. ( I mean, you can see it in some events when it’s almost always these two mishearing something (*´▽`*) )

But it would always be unintentional! Isaac would just walk past an open door and when he heard something shocking, he couldn’t help to stop and get a closer ear. Jean on the other hand wouldn’t stop. He would take the bits and pieces he heard and formulate them in his mind, completing the story for himself.

‘Comte has a lover?’ Isaac thought to himself as he listened in to the conversation. ‘Why has he been hiding it from us all this time? Well—I could understand. I hope he introduces us to her…’

‘That rascal!’ Jean grit his teeth when he heard the news. Although heard would be a stretch. ‘Playing with Temi and Mitsuki’s heart even though he has a women of his own. I will get him to confess…’

And now we have three stories. The truth, an assumption, and a incomplete statement. Which one will travel throughout the mansion quicker?

Jean obviously tells Napoleon and Mozart. It slips out during their sparring lessons, and he tells Mozart on a whim—since they’re friends.

“Wait so—Comte is married?” Napoleon exclaims, as he puts his sword back into its hilt. Jean nods, sitting down of the ground to catch his breathe.

“He has refused to tell us about his secret lover for this long. It makes you wonder what else he has been keeping from us…” Napoleon loosely claims, wiping the sweat that adorned his forehead.

Jean however was thinking in his head, that he was right all along not to trust him. “That shady man…”

With Mozart, he looked a bit confused. “There is just no way Comte is married Jean, did he tell you himself?”

Then for Isaac, the words accidentally slip when he was getting teased by Arthur and Dazai. Of course, these were the worse people to tell out of everyone in the mansion.

Arthur applauded Comte on his fruitfulness. Claiming that it takes skill to hid a lover for so long. While Dazai takes this information with interest. It just so happened when he was scaling the windows, he overheard Mozart and Jean’s discussion.

For Dazai, he didn’t really believe this. As he saw in the music room, Jean wasn’t sure who he heard this information from. But being chaotic as Dazai is, he naturally wanted to be included in the fun. So he often changes up the story.

“How sly of Comte, it seems that he has not only hid his secret wife, but the fact that she will be moving in to live with us soon. Isn’t that great Ai-kun? Lovers reunited at last.” With these words Dazai left, not daring to explain anything.

“Move in with us? By Jove, you would think that old man would tell us before making the decision?” Arthur comments with a sigh.

Dazai doesn’t tell anyone else after that. He is more interested in seeing how this spreads and which one would reach Comte’s ear first. Arthur however tells his best buddy Theo. Theo tells Vincent and Vincent tells Shakespeare. By now the rumor has morphed into something unbelievable.

“Comte is a pathological liar who is hiding his wife from the residents and is planning to make her move in with them because she is expecting soon.” Don’t ask how.

Leonardo hears about this from Temi, who asks if Comte had a lover. Leonardo laughs and answers not anymore—wondering why she was asking.

“Are ya worried about “Comte’s” love life cara mia?” Leonardo jokingly asks.

Although he was joking in that moment, it just confirmed his suspicions that something was spreading in the mansion. Throughout the whole day Leonardo was hearing bits and pieces of a story that including Comte—so it was time he saw the truth for himself.

When he gets to Comte’s room he wastes no time to ask him about it.

“Have you just been in your room all day? Looks like you don’t know what’s happening outside.” Comte looks up from the papers he was sorting at Leonardo, a confused look on his eyes.

“Outside?” He asks, to which Leonardo takes out a cigarillo and begins to light it.

“Yeah…something about you being a compulsive liar who is hiding his pregnant wife from us—it gets a bit tricky because half are saying she’s gonna move in with us, and half are saying your gonna move in with her.”

Comte is just astounded. He just stares blankly at Leonardo…an awkward laugh sounding from his throat. “…Really?” Is all he could muster, as Leonardo begins to laugh.

“See I knew it wasn’t true. But you know might as well confirm before I do damage control right?”

Comte was still shocked. After all he’s done from the residents, was this how easy it was for their views to change—and when did he get a pregnant wife?

“For these being the great men I choose to revive…I wonder how great their intuition really is…” Comte mumbles to himself.

“Well, let’s go straight if things out. I’m fairly certain I know who started this.” Leonardo claims, laughing to himself. “I want to know where the story changed too.”

The residents were all gathered for dinner, the main goal being to clear up the misconceptions. Each person was made to go around and tell what they heard and what they believed, and from there they traced it down to Mitsuki, Isaac and Jean.

Mitsuki explains her thinking to Comte, I’m which he clarifies that he has no secret lover and that the letter was just from an old friend he saved years ago.

Everyone breathes out a sigh of relief. It looked like none of them were ready for a new arrival. And some, specifically Mozart, wasn’t particularly fond on a baby crying and running around…

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sunshineyuuji · 1 year

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Surprising Facts

IkeVamp suitors with an s/o who randomly says interesting facts

Characters: Leonardo Da Vinci, Isaac Newton, Arthur Conan Doyle, Le Comte de Saint-Germain, Johann Georg Faust

Warnings: maybe ooc since I don't know their personalities well, bad English (?), some facts may be a little disturbing (Isaac's part), gn!reader/fem!reader.

Notes: hello~! It's great to write again! I hope you're all taking care. This is the first time I write anything that has to do with the Ikemen series, so I hope you like it (╥﹏╥). Also, this is a tiny bit too much inspired by things I say to my friends and family so enjoy this little random facts I know, te-hee~.

Leonardo Da Vinci

"Did you know that Samuel Morse, the creator of the telegraph and Morse code ran for mayor of New York, but was against Catholics and immigrants?"

"I beg your pardon?"

It's really fun to have them around, though he sometimes doesn't understand some of the facts they throw at him and asks them to explain.

He learns more about future events through their random facts than asking the other residents.

He gets caught off guard by some of the facts his s/o throws at him though.

"Nutmeg is a hallucinogen."

Sometimes tries to ask them things that he thinks may be difficult for them to know, but he always fails.

"Actually, Sudan has more pyramids than any other country in the world."

His s/o never fails to impress him and he loves that.

They’re just cute darlings full of knowledge! They’re pretty and smart!

Secretly wishes to surprise his s/o with something they don't know.

Perhaps his unconditional love for them.

"And did you know, tesoro, that I love you dearly?"

I'm sure they didn't know that one, did they?

Isaac Newton

"Did you know the human stomach can dissolve razor blades?"

"Y/N, please, PLEASE stop with the creepy information."

Look, he's glad they’re drenched in information, but WHY do they choose to tell him the creepy ones?

He knows some of the facts his s/o tells him, others are more modern so he asks them information about it.

But when it comes to the creepy ones...

"Acids can dissolve a body more completely than lye, liquefying even the bones and teeth."

"And why do you need this information?!"

Let's face it, it's a bit weird that they know that, but they’re full of information!

Although they always have one or two that make him smile.

"Did you know the world's longest marriage lasted 86 years?"

Isaac looked up at his s/o with intrigue.

"Why don't we break the record?" they smiled at him and laughed when they noticed his cheeks blush.

Arthur Conan Doyle

"There are four law books bound in human skin at the Harvard University Library."

"Bound in what?!"

It feels like a competition.

He wants to outsmart them in saying something they don't know, but never finds anything.

"Video cameras were invented in 1891."

"Mmm that was the movie camera called Kinetograph, but in 1888 Louis Le Prince invented a single-lens camera that created the first and oldest motion video in existence."

"Bloody hell, Y/N!"

Don't worry, there is one thing he can do that leaves them with no answer.

And that is at flirting.

"You may be a little know-it-all, but you're still my cute dove, aren't you?" he chuckles. "Oh yes, I always win in the game of seduction."

Always uses the little random facts they give him on books.

Like that one time when his s/o told him that hydrogen peroxide dissolves blood!

Comte de Saint-Germain

Let's be clear, this man knows quite a lot thanks to his time travels.

But that doesn't stop his s/o from saying a thing or two.

"It's interesting how people often paint you as a time traveler and an immortal being without knowing they're right. Isn't it ironic?"

Asks more about future events like wars that are soon to come or any type of information that calls his attention.

"In your time, which is the most famous book?"

"Currently the Bible. It's the most recognizable and famous book that has ever been published."

He always has this soft smile whenever they tell him anything out of the blue, either because of amusement or because he loves how they smile whenever they tell him any random fact.

It's adorable to say the least, and he will make sure to always make them feel proud of their knowledge.

"Ma chèrie is very smart and knowledgeable. I sure am a lucky man, aren't I?"

Johann Georg Faust

Let's be for real, he's a smart ass.

He knows quite a lot about alchemy and other stuff.

But what about modern stuff?

"You know, I wanted to watch the play that goes by your name. I read it though! Very tragic indeed."

"What are you talking about?"

Yeah, yeah, he’s smart and stuff.

Really cool.

But his face when they tell him something he doesn’t know?!

Priceless.

Even if he does know, he’s more surprised on the fact that his s/o knows that type of stuff.

For example:

“Did you know that injecting 35% hydrogen peroxide can cause inflammation of the blood vessels at the injection site? The oxygen bubbles that block flood flow and lead to gas embolisms, leading to the destruction of red blood cells.”

“May I know why you know this information?”

Secretly likes it. I mean after all, his s/o isn’t just some pretty face.

Doesn’t stop him from teasing you though.

“Your knowledge won’t help you get away from me now will it? Hm, thought so. Now come here before I make you regret it.”

Will make a quiz full of questions regarding history out of spite.

They pass flawlessly. (Yeah, just with random facts from the internet. Leave me alone, I did that once.)

“You are proficient with your little data. Well, I can't expect less from my partner.”

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nuttytani · 5 months

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Would you love me if I were a worm? Featuring ikemen vampire cast. (With gender neutral reader)

(a/n: when you have too much free time and need your hands to be occupied. Some random bullshit begins to form on your notes)

Napoleon

He finds it funny, why would you turn into a worm?

After seeing your frown tho, he says ok ok yes I will love you

Mozart

Makes a disgusted face and turns you down

First of all, you won't turn into a worm. So why should he answer?

"if people can turn into vampires, why can't I turn into a worm?"

He kicks you out of his piano room

Dude has some thoughts to organise

Leonardo

Laughs at you and says, "what will you do if I say no?"

Pretends to forget about it but after some hours, he comes back to you

"no matter how and what you are or will turn into, I'll still love you"

Arthur

"is this some sort of trick question? Well the answer is obviously yes, my love!"

Vincent

Thinks deeply about it and smiles at you

"of course, I'll still love you. I think you'd make a cute worm too."

Theodorus

Scoffs at you and calls you an idiot

Why would you turn into a worm?

And by chance, you DID turn into one, how was he going to take care of you? There's so many worms out there in the world. What if you get lost and he gets some random worm instead and you, are lost and out in the cold, ready to be squashed by big feet.

Dazai

Uno reverses you instead

Now you're trapped

Would you love him if he was a worm?

Gets sad if you don't answer quickly enough

Sebastian

"I am not doing this right now. If you're free, wash those potatoes instead. I'm already busy as it is"

Stays silent for a while and then sighs

"no matter what, I'd love you always and forever"

Comte

Chuckles a bit at the thought and immediately replies yes

He'd give you a good environment to live in. Some really nutritious soil and compost. Maybe a tiny rock for you to play with

"Comte, you just need to say yes... No need to.... Elaborate on what else you'd do"

"Alright. Well, would you love me if I were a worm?"

Shakespeare

Is fascinated that you even came up with such a question

His answer is yes

But at the same time, he's coming up with scripts that include a dramatic romance between worms. For his own pleasure

Vlad

Says yes immediately.

Thinks you'd look like a cute worm

Maybe he'd put roses next to your habitat or in it.

Charles

"of course! In fact, we can both be worms together! We'll be a happy worm couple"

He's actually taking the idea too seriously and goes ahead making worm habitats and gets a book on "how to raise a worm"

Faust

"I'm not sure. Though I suppose researching on a worm wouldn't be that bad"

Seeing you look unimpressed, he just chuckles while patting your head

"I'm only joking. Of course I'd love you"

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fang-and-feather · 6 months

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Ikemen Vampire - Comte x Reader x Leonardo

Visions of Temptation, Day 5 Prompt: Spit-Roasting

Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore

This is not the fic I was planning to post for Comte's birthday, it's not an actual birthday fic, but I'm far from finishing the birthday one, while I had this one almost finished, so why not post it today...

It feels kind of strange to use Comte's name in narration rather than just dialog. Also funny how, sometimes, you write a prompt based fic and the actual prompt is one of the smaller parts of it

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Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to put yourself at the mercy of two purebloods, both very competitive despite sharing your love. They had agreed to try at least once, though, and you would take advantage of this rare treat. You had talked about it, and you knew what you were getting into. Each of them could be quite overwhelming by himself, but you thought you could handle both of them at once.

It was funny to think your bed was the most spacious you found for this. That the luxury usually associated with Abel did not extend to his bed, something you had noticed but never made itself so apparent. But at least there was a space for the three of us to have some fun together, and it was the best place for you, who probably wouldn’t be walking much the next day.

You had barely settled into your room, and they were already fighting for your attention. You were pulled onto Abel’s lap on the bed, with him kissing and sucking on your neck while unbuttoning your shirt.

“Are you still sure about this, ma chérie? You know we’re not good at sharing or holding back when we’re more possessive. I can’t promise we’ll be gentle with you.”

Even as he said that, he took his time undressing you, fingers only ghosting over your skin as he slowly left light marks over your neck and shoulders.

“I trust you.” And if you were to be completely honest, you looked forward to it. To find yourself sandwiched between these two powerful men you loved so much and be completely ravaged by them.

Leonardo sat by your side on the bed, and a hand on your chin brought your attention to him.

“You’re such a naughty girl, cara mia. Challenging us like this.” He must have noticed your unspoken desire to make such a comment, which made you a little embarrassed. You opened your mouth to reply, only to be silenced by an overwhelming kiss.

There was nothing gentle about the way Leonardo approached you. He practically devoured you, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he were starving and you were his favorite meal. You tried to kiss back with equal enthusiasm.

As soon as your shirt was out of the way, Leonardo unhooked your bra, only for Abel to cup your breasts, squeezing lightly, his kisses becoming loving bites, fangs barely touching your skin, but enough to give you that thrill of anticipation. You moaned into Leonardo’s kiss, clinging to him, and he threaded his fingers through your hair. You were starting to feel dizzy, and Leonardo barely let you catch a breath between kisses.

Still you tried to focus and started to unbutton his shirt, but you only fumbled with the buttons, too distracted by the hands toying with your nipples and the teeth nibbling at your ear now, Leonardo’s dazing kisses and his hand, now slipping under your skirt, nails lightly raking their path up.

You squirm and moan, torn between seeking more and trying to get away from the pleasure. But there was no getting away, and none of them seemed to have any intention of taking you yet, despite how hard Abel was getting under you, and the way his breath hitched when your squirming had you rubbing against him.

“So restless. Do you want us to stop, cara mia?”

All that came out of you was a louder moan as Leonardo rubbed you over your underwear, so you shook your head in response. It was a little too much, but you knew it would, and it’s not in a bad way. To have both your lovers’ attention on you made both your heart and body so full in the best way.

“Do you need some help?”

Leonardo didn’t wait for a new answer before your underwear was pushed aside and a finger was rubbing directly against your entrance.

The finger quickly slips inside, slowly fucking you, and that makes the pressure building within you worse. Leonardo only looks at you with a slight teasing smile, but, through your hazy mind, you notice that sometimes his gaze shifts somewhere else.

Despite you having gone still, Abel groans behind you, snuggling against your back and muffling these noises against your skin. His hands also stilled, and he only held you tighter. And with a little less stimulation, you notice that the way that Leonardo fingers you had the back of his hand rubbing over the erection under you, and he knew very well what he was doing.

“Leonardo…” Abel growled from behind you, “This is not the night to provoke me.”

“I’m just helping our principessa, since you seem intent on teasing her. Is this kind of accidental touch enough to set you off, amico mio?”

You had no idea what Leonardo considered helping, because a single finger at such a slow pace was more frustrating than helpful. Enough to warm you up, but not for anything else. And this exchange between them, that you had no idea if they were trying to fight or flirt, but, as hot as you found it, their attention was straying, and you were already too impatient.

“You two can fuck later, but one of you better take me now. Or do I need to do it myself?”

Leonardo chuckled, grinning at you. He was totally doing it on purpose, and you had fallen into his trap.

“Such a greedy girl. Is this how Leonardo’s been teaching you, chérie?”

“Don’t act like you’re all that innocent, either. As for you, tesoro, how can we resist when you’re begging us so sweetly?”

The remaining clothes were shed with a certain rush, but still between heated kisses and enticing touches, but no more teasing. At least not directly, but they still fought for your attention.

As soon as your own clothes were out of the way, you positioned yourself on your hands and knees on the bed, in a silent invitation for your lovers. You were aching for them so much, but asking again would be embarrassing. Although the way they stared at you wasn’t much better.

“Look at you, darling. So ready for us.” Abel spoke, caressing up your thigh, then squeezing one of your ass cheeks.

“You’re so sexy when you’re forward like this, amore.” Leonardo joined him at your side, his hand trailing up your back, making you arched into his touch.

You felt Abel slide behind you, two fingers pushing into you, and your body automatically reacted, thrusting back against him.

“Who said you could have her first?” Leonardo asked.

“I was the one who gave up my turn for this today. Besides, I didn’t hear her complain.” You were sure Abel was smirking back at his friend.

“No one asked you to do that. Besides, you never asked her.”

“Boys, don’t fight. You can take turns. Now come here, Leo.” Leaning on one arm, you reached out to pull him closer. “I’ll make this worth your time, too.”

Leonardo gave in, kneeling before you.

“Turns? You’re very brave today, aren’t you? Let’s see how much you can handle, then.”

Your only response was licking the cock before you slowly, from base to head, kissing the tip, then licking it as well, making him shudder. You loved to be able to see or hear your boyfriends’ reactions and the effect you had on them.

You whined when the fingers were removed from you, but Abel’s thicker cock quickly replaced them, and you let Leonardo’s slip into your mouth at the same time.

Being filled on both sides was as delicious and overwhelming as you expected. Abel fucked you slow and deep as you tried to suck Leonardo off, but each thrust pushed him further in your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, but it surprisingly only added to your pleasure.

As you got used to the position, Abel’s thrusts sped up, and Leonardo’s hands started to roam your body again, both of them offering words of praise and encouragement almost constantly.

Soon you could barely think, mind clouded with so much pleasure like you never felt before. You were thankful your moans were muffled by the cock in your mouth, because you doubted you could keep the noise to a discreet level.

You gave up trying to be more active towards them and let your boyfriends use you as they saw fit, letting yourself drown in the pleasure they gave you. And your reward was the most explosive orgasm you had ever felt, washing over you like a wave in a stormy sea, your mind going completely blank then, your whole body clenching. You almost choked on Leonardo before he managed to pull away to give you room to breathe, and you tightening around Abel made him moan your name.

You were only partly aware of the way he gripped your hips tighter, or that his thrusts became faster, more desperate, only coming around in time to feel him filling you. But he didn’t pull away, still holding your hips flush against his and whispering sweet praise to you.

“You still okay, cara mia?” Leonardo asked, caressing your hair. Willing your tired body to react, you only sucked him in response, giving him a playful look. “Good girl.”

With a hand on the back of your head, he started slowly fucking your mouth.

Still not pulling out of you, Abel started rubbing your clit, stimulating you towards another orgasm.

Neither of you lasted long after that, Leonardo pushing himself deep in your mouth and holding you still, his warm cum filling your throat, just before you came for the second time yourself.

Both of them finally released you, your body collapsing on the bed as your tired limbs gave out.

“Tired already, chérie?” Comte laid by your side.

“Where’s that confidence from earlier?” Leonardo joined you on the other side.

You rolled to lie on your back and looked at one of them, then the other, giving both a playful smile.

“Oh, I’m not that tired. I just need a moment. I promised you another round, didn’t I?” You leaned to your aide, kissing one, then the other. “We still have time for a lot of fun.”

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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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cloudcountry · 4 months

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SUMMARY: a handful of insecurities the ikemen guys would adore.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: happy holidays everyone!! i hope this makes at least one person feel loved by their fav <3 just know that this isnt a decisive list and that no matter your insecurity your favorite suitor would adore you to bits.

you might think that they're silly for adoring your stomach so much, worshiping any extra fat or polished muscle you possess. they revel in your softness, burying their face into your midsection whenever they get the chance, kissing the skin there when they wake up and resting a hand over your belly button when you two go to sleep. if you’re ticklish there, watch out, because they take great joy in poking and prodding you just to hear you giggle.

arthur, dazai, will, charles, luke, silvio, edgar, kyle, seth, loki, masamune, mitsunari, motonari.

they don't understand what’s so embarrassing about your body hair. to them, it adds a sort of human softness to your legs as they run their hands down your calves, feeling the slight prickle of where each strand begins and ends. they think it’s beautiful, smiling so softly as they cup your knee, rubbing their thumbs across your skin. they do the same to your arms, cherishing every inch of your body, just to remind you that even if you don’t like your body hair, they do because it's you.

leonardo, vincent, faust, clavis, zero, sirius, fenrir, mitsuhide, shingen.

your nose is often where their kisses land, sprinkling the bridge of it with their love and affection. they caress your face so tenderly as they bump their nose against yours, and you can feel the smile on their lips when they lean in to kiss you again. no matter what shape or what size, they will never stop thinking that your nose suits you just perfectly.

isaac, jean, leon, yves, sariel, keith, jonah, luka, dean, oliver, hideyoshi, keiji.

they think your acne and your scars are beautiful, even if you hate the way they look on your body. they insist it could never take away from your beauty, that you will always and forever be radiant, even with the red marks and the dull, faded scars. they’ll help you take care of them so you aren’t hurt, but they will never let you believe that you’re ugly. that word should not be associated with you, not when you have constellations speckled across your face and scars that are on their precious love and their precious love alone.

napoleon, sebastian, licht, nokto, alter keith, ray, dalim, mousse, yukimura, kanetsugu, kicho.

...and along with acne, they know you could never look prettier, especially not without your cellulite or stretch marks or anything in between. they trace the folds and warps in your skin with reverence because you are their love, their light, and their darling, and for as long as they live they want nothing more than to be able to hold you. because you are a human being who is worthy of love, if not for your humanity then because of your humanity.

mozart, theo, comte, vlad, jin, chevalier, rio, gilbert, lancelot, harr, blanc, nobunaga, ieyasu, ranmaru, kenshin, sasuke, yoshimoto, kennyo.

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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Hi there! Just found your blog and holy moly I love it. Could I request a fic with the ikevamp boys (Mozart, Comte, Leonardo, Will, Theo, and Vincent) with an MC who has a super dominating/confident (but not in a cocky way) personality? Thanks, love!!

IKEVAMP REQUESTS NOW CLOSED, DC REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Comte: It is well known that Comte has canonically said that he loves the idea of a woman who would step on him. He has the hots for them 100%! Though he knows that they are very much capable of doing things themself, he will still insist on pampering them in so many ways, but he will occasionally let some pampering come his way if they really want to. In the bedroom, I get switch vives from him. He loves to dom and take care of his partner, but he also enjoys them taking control and demanding things from him. He wants to be wanted.

Leonardo: I love the idea of him with somebody confident! He is definitely a very confident man in many aspects, but his power is a quiet, lazy type. It's there but is subtle, so I love imagining him with someone who has more of an outward confidence, the contrast is just *chefs kiss*. A lazy man, he will probably let you take control in the bedroom as well if that's what they want, but he def has some dom in him, and may just wanna power bottom every now and again.

Will: Will, I believe, isn't half as confident as he lets on. I find him to be deeply insecure. He loves their confidence, he is drawn to it like a moth to a flame, hoping that if he interacts with them long enough, that some of it will rub off on him. And I think with time, to some degree, it will! He is a total bottom you cant change my mind, tie him up. do it.

Theo: If game Theo is anything like IRL Theo, then he is a total sucker for strong women. His wife was a huge influence, turned him down several times before agreeing to marry him, and after his death, made sure that his and vincent's hard work wasnt for nothing, making vincent famous! This man loves confidence! His MC is one of the feistiest! Absolutely whipped for a confident and dominant lover. Though I think he would prefer to dom in the bedroom, he would probably be willing to negotiate.

I have no idea what to write for vince sorry.

#ikevamp comte #ikevamp le comte de saint germain #ikevamp le comte #ikevamp comte x reader #ikevamp le comte x reader #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leonardo x reader #ikevamp will #ikevamp william #ikevamp shakespear #ikevamp will x reader #ikevamp william x reader #ikevamp shakespeare x reader #ikevamp theo #ikevamp theo x reader

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