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Thank you for making a vlad version of the panic attack hc I literally love him and so glad he’s still being noticed!

No problem anon, I'm that you like it!

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Sorry to bother I adored your panuck attack headcanons and was wondering plesse van you do it for the other suitor as well ? 🙏 Thank you Have a wonderful day 😍

I wasn't entirely sure which suitors you wanted in particular so I picked 4. Have a wonderful day~

IkeVamp HCs: Panic Attack pt.2

Suitors: Arthur, Isaac, Comte, Vlad

Arthur

As frivolous as one may have the impression he is, when the time really calls for it, he will step up.

When the woman started to get anxious, he picked up on it immediately. Being as observant as he was, he noticed the telltale signs.

Jittery movements, agitated breathing, flushed face, all the signs of an incoming breakdown. The mystery author has had anxious patients before, it was nothing all that foreign to him.

Stopping a panic attack as it begins is no easy feat, so he knows its better to either prevent it, or damage control.

He would gently guide her away and sit her on his lap, rubbing her arms as he whispered soothingly to her.

"Let's breathe luv. Deep breaths, there you, my darling..."

He cupped her face and encouraged her to focus on him. When she calmed, he praised her and made sure she was alright, having her drink something warm and keeping an eye on her mood afterwards.

He would basically be the best comfort.

Isaac

Okay...he is a bit hopeless here at first...

He genuinely felt at a loss when she started to hyperventilate and quivering, behaving like a cornered animal ready to attack and defend herself.

To be honest, he had half the mind to find Napoleon, he always knew what to do but...

He couldn't allow another man to take care of his woman.

So, to the best of his ability, he tried to handle the situation himself. He took her to his room and sat alone with her, holding her hand. He hoped the quiet place would sooth her frayed nerves, drawing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.

He kept this up until her hand tightened around his, indicating she was regaining her control.

"Are you...okay now?"

He hesitated to tell her that seeing her like that had been scary, he had thought for a moment she was having a heart attack.

From then on, he would be just a tad more wary about things that could frighten or unsettle her.

Comte

He had seen so many tragedies, disasters, horrors that had jaded him to that sort of anxiety, to the point he nearly forgets that his cherie was not quite of the same metal.

When she started to fall apart, he reacted immediately, taking her in his arms when her legs gave out, shielding her in his embrace.

He had her listen to his calming voice, tenderly brushing her hair from her face as he pressed his forehead to hers, bring one of her hands to his lips.

His eyes never left her teary, wide ones as his presence started to ease her anxiety. Her vulnerability both hurt and touched him at once, feeling a surge of protectiveness.

"Mon diamant, your tears make my heart ache, tell me what can I do for you?"

Once he had her breathing calmly, he asked her if she wanted to leave, quick to comply when she says she does, cradling her to him as he wrapped her in his coat. As soon as they were at home, he has Sebastian make her a relaxing tea.

He would not leave her side until he knew she was completely at ease again.

Vlad

If he were to be honest, he himself was no longer familiar with the concept of panic and anxiety. Perhaps, after living so long, through the things he had, he was numb to that sort of thing.

That didn't mean that he wasn't quick to react when his love started to succumb to fear.

Trembling, whimpering, labored breathing, erratic movement.

Behavior that reminded him that his beloved was just a human being. She seemed to fragile and breakable.

Leaning down to her, he brushes her forehead, using his abilities to fill her mind with pleasant sceneries, flowery meadows and mesmerizing lakes, anywhere to take her mind away from what so frayed her nerves.

When she was calmer, he pressed his lips on her forehead.

"I am here, my flower, don't be afraid."

He would shower her with love long after the attack passed, simply because he felt she needed that extra bit of doting.

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IkeVamp HCs: SO wearing Another Suitor's clothes

How do they react when their s/o borrows clothes from another suitor?

Suitors: Theo, Isaac, Shakespeare, Drake

Theo

Oh no no no no no no no no. Cut. Stop.

He knows Y/N is not wearing that playboy's jacket.

When the dealer comes across his hondje one evening tucked safely in Arthur's jacket, one could see the author's lifespan dwindling with every passing minute that she wore it.

"What...the hell is this?"

Said author even saw fit to tease him about it, resulting in being chased around the mansion by his best friend/ future killer, until Vincent had to rescue Arthur from certain death and Y/N returned his jacket to him for his safety.

The reason she was wearing it in the first place? Arthur had left it when he was going out and Y/N kept it for him until she saw him again and, because she was busy all day, she had no desire to carry it around that whole time. So she put it on until she found the owner, only for Arthur to insist she kept it on for the rest of the day, because, in his words, she looks simply adorable.

No, that didn't make him feel better. His hondje should not be wearing any another man's clothing, let alone Arthur's.

End of story, no discussion, not up for debate.

And he lets her know that when he scolds her later, unplacated by her defensive answer of it not being a big deal.

This of course, results in him pinching her soft cheek as she squealed in protest.

"The next time I catch you wearing another man's clothes, you'll get a lot more than this."

The implications of his words are not lost on the woman.

Y/N's scowl was overshadowed by the blush spreading across her face.

Isaac

When Isaac was faced with the sight of Y/N fully dressed in Napoleon's soldier uniform, he wasn't sure what to feel.

He wasn't even sure how to call attention to it, sputtering a little when he saw her at first.

"What...what on earth are you wearing?"

When he did manage to bring himself to ask her, Y/N had answered that Napoleon had offered to let her wear it after she asked out of curiosity.

He wasn't entirely certain how he felt about that. He supposed there was no harm meant by it but still...

He wouldn't bring it up after that, and would try to put it out of his mind, but as she wore it the whole day, he couldn't help sneaking slightly sullen looks in her direction. She looked engulfed in the clothing...almost like she was engulfed in Napoleon.

No, not a pleasant line of thought at all.

When the two of them are finally alone by the end of the day, he plucked his courage and turned towards her with a huffy, but very embarrassed face as he cut off her sentence.

"I...don't like it much when you wear another man's clothes. Please refrain from doing so in future."

He said it all in one breath, his cheeks red, his face set in a frown he hoped was serious, as his beloved gaped back at him, blinking rapidly in confusion.

It was after all, a very random switch of topics. She hadn't even been aware that it was even bothering him. But she had to respect how vocal he was being in that moment, especially because open communication wasn't his forte.

"I know I sound childish but...it's just the way I feel..."

He locked eyes with her upon saying this, making her heart skip a beat.

As if she really needed another reason to fall for Isaac...

Shakespeare

Oh...oh this could be a problem.

When his mismatched eyes land on Vincent's scarf coiled around his muse...?

He is none too pleased.

The only reason she was wearing it, come to find out, was because Vincent had asked her to wear it, because he wanted to paint the pattern and needed her as a mannequin of sorts.

Then he allowed her to keep it for the remainder of the day as thanks and since she was comfortable in it, here she was.

Will stared back at her with an unreadable expression as she explained, not speaking until she was finished.

Once she is, he gives a perfectly calm smile, saying that it suited her. The smile made her a little bit...chilly though...

And he brought no more attention to it...but at some point, Y/N noticed she is missing the scarf.

She completed lost her mind trying to find the item and when neither she and the oh so innocent Shakespeare couldn't find it, she went home to Vincent, dejected and preparing to tell him she lost it...

Only to find Vincent wearing it.

The scarf might not have been lost anymore, but she certainly.

Shakespeare for his part, only smiled and answered her puzzled look with-

"Perhaps the scarf found itself longing for it's owner and thus made haste back where it belongeth....which is not upon the shoulders of my love..."

He's a scary one, that man. Y/N shuddered slightly as she gave her beloved a nervous laugh.

Drake

His fawn prancing around in another man's clothes? No.

Why Y/N had Galileo's cloak draped over her bare shoulders while she waited for him at the university was completely beyond him.

When he had initially seen her, he had blinked multiple times, asking why she was wearing it, the answer being that she had been waiting for him to pick her up as they planned, but she had gotten a bit chilly because of her dress being off shoulder and Galileo had seen her and gave her his cloak while he went to teach a class.

An innocent enough answer...but he still didn't like it. The surprise faded away from Drake's face as his expression went flat, sending a chill down his lover's spine.

Suddenly he smiled cheerfully, after being silent for a beat.

"Say, little fawn, why don't you let me hold Galileo's cloak, and you can just cuddle with me instead?"

He said it with such a sweet, persuasive tone that Y/N didn't need to put much thought into shrugging off the cloak and trading it for the comfort of Drake's arms. She lay her head on his chest as she was wrapped in his warm embrace, his hand caressing the top of her head. He then pulled her head up to meet his suddenly serious aquamarine eyes.

"...It's just a cloak, but it's like he's laid claim to you. "

He smirked a little, almost rueful as he stroked her cheek.

"I won't hand over the privilege of protecting you to anyone. Even if its just from the cold."

The man is a pirate, through and through.

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Like Strawberries

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Yves x Fem!Reader(Not MC)

Word Count: 3068

Summary: After a fun, sensual night, Yves seems to want a repeat, but is too...Yves to ask. So of course, Y/N, more than happy to indulge him, just needs to give him a little nudge.

Tags: Female reader, NSFW, nipple play, Yves being horny, reader is a tease

Minors DNI

"...He's doing it again..."

Y/N thought to herself as she wondered when the Fifth Prince became so...besotted.

Ever since she became his lover, or rather, ever since she met him, she knew that Yves Kloss was what everyone called "a mercurial cat" and he displayed that in almost everything he did. She knew that and loved that about him. It’s what made him so endearing after all. He was a little unpredictable, he was moody, he was somewhat fussy at times but oh so loving. Though recently, the feline prince seemed to have garnered a new…fascination.

It would rarely happen at first. She would feel burning eyes on her and then she would look towards the source, only to find Yves quickly looking away and pretending to do something else. Or would be a bit more touchy and affectionate with her, especially generous with hugs and kisses. It happened more than once, and while she was far from irritated, she had to wonder what had him so fixated on her as of late? Did he want something? Attention perhaps? Y/N had a feeling that even if she asked him directly, the easy-to-fluster Yves would not give her a straight answer. While she had no clue what exactly brought this behavior on, it wasn’t as though she could ask anyone else for an opinion, likely because she was the only one who really noticed the surreptitious gazes her prince threw her way whenever they were more or less alone.

…Yes, just like the one he was giving her at the moment. Those deep blue eyes were locked on her, much like a fascinated cat on a piece of string. If she turned to meet that gaze, he would immediately look away, so this time, she knew to feign ignorance. But maybe this was her chance to investigate a little, to see what had peeked his interests so. Ever so carefully, ever so discreetly, she glanced out of the corner of her eye towards her beloved, trying to follow his line of vision. The prince in question, while baking alongside her, had his head tilted ever so slightly to the side, his eyes trailing up her body in an almost appreciative way before seeming to pause around her chest area. He lingered there for a moment longer before those luminous eyes moved back to the task in front of him. His cheeks flamed up a little as he seemed to mutter to himself inaudibly. Y/N found herself blinking. Was he looking at her chest? Why? She wasn’t wearing anything too out of the ordinary. A moderately modest dress that was open on the collarbone, but that was it. Her perfume was the same as always. She racked her brain for anything that could indicate a reason for his sudden interest in her bust. Then she remembered, a few nights ago, under the covers of his bed, he had been very…very enamored with her breasts then. To a point she could bear no more as he continually teased, pulled and played with her sensitive nipples until she was nearly in tears from the intense pleasure. He really had put her through it that night, but in all honesty…the lady found nothing within herself to genuinely complain about it. There was no point denying she had enjoyed every second of it and had been thinking about it every now and again. Is that what had his rapt attention lately?

‘And I thought Jin was the boob man…my goodness, Yves…’ She couldn’t help but think, suppressing a giggle. Though it seemed like a new fascination the prince himself was discovering, which she thought was cute in a…lewd kind of way.

Sudden as it may be, she hardly minded her lover admiring her body. In fact, she enjoyed the attention, and could very much indulge him if he asked. She would not be averse to having him do to her what he did that night again, though…given how skittish the Fifth prince could be, she couldn’t help but worry that asking him upfront will result in him pulling away out of embarrassment. Or reluctance. But given his now apparent interest, she guessed that he may be as eager to repeat that evening as well. But how to bring it up? She glanced at the mercurial prince as he worked. Asking him directly may be the quickest option…but she could at least try and have some fun with it, no?

~🍓

Y/N fluffed her hair as she watched her reflection in the mirror that early morning. Was this going a little overboard? Yes. Was she doing it anyway? Yes. This was not quite like her, but she couldn’t help the excited giggle that fought its way past her glossy, peony tinted lips. She had woken and taken a bath in sweet scented water and had done her hair into a lovely updo. She was a woman on a mission today and her secret weapon hung tight to her body. The lady didn’t usually dress so…boldly but she couldn’t deny that she looked and felt amazing. Desirable. Irresistible. The dress she had picked for this endeavor was certainly a daring one. A mostly simple pink dress that flowed down to the floor, just barely grazing it because of the heeled shoes she wore to appear just a little more statuesque. The dress was long sleeved, a semblance of modesty to ‘compensate’ for the lack thereof in the area that was most obvious. The dress had a visible plunging neckline reaching down to tease the defined line of her sternum, offering a generous view of her inner side breasts. The corseted bodice pressed down on her chest, perking up and giving a tempting swell to her breasts. Not overly revealing to the point of discomfort or indecency, but just enough to be aware of it. She twirled in the mirror. The fact the dress was in Yves’ color was a nice touch in her opinion. She didn’t really dress up often, especially not like this, but doing it now, she couldn’t help but enjoy herself a little. This would be a very interesting day indeed.

~🍓

Ah, part of her had begun to second guess herself from the moment she saw Rio’s reaction when he came into her room a little later. Though she talked herself into leaving her room, encouraged by her stunned attendant’s ensuing praises-who needed a hype man when she had a Rio?- after he had picked up his jaw from the floor. She received similar reactions from others as she went about the palace. A raised eyebrow from Sariel, a smirk from Nokto, a playful whistle from Jin and many, many compliments from those who laid eyes on her. Now for Yves…

When she got to the office of the domestic faction, she hesitated at the door. This was Yves after all, his reactions to things could be a bit…unpredictable. This could backfire quite badly, spooking him so bad that he avoids her like the plague, worst case scenario. But then again, because this was Yves, he would just critique her appearance, whether it be because of her use of makeup or how her hair was styled and not even really take notice of her all that much. It could happen. But then again, given how everyone else seemed to have very much appreciated her thus far, she at least knew she looked good. She just hoped Yves thought so as well, as this was all for him.

“Come on, Y/N, show time.” She muttered to herself, fixing the collar of the dress, pushing her breasts a little higher, picking up the tea tray she brought with her as an excuse to be there, before knocking on the door and opening it with a pleasant greeting.

“Good morning! Pardon the interruption!” A bright, polite greeting to the room as she stepped in, her heels clicking against the floor lightly.

Silence. Absolute silence. All faction members' eyes were on her, Leon blinking repeatedly, his lips parted in awe, Licht faring no better, his head tilted in confusion. Jin, who had already seen her earlier, had his hand over his mouth to stifle down a laugh at the reaction of the others. And Yves…well…his reaction could be most easily summarized as: 

“???”

Then…

 “!!!”

Followed by…

 “…”

“D…Did I break him?” She wondered if she had ever seen Yves look so flabbergasted. She pushed aside her concern when she felt just a prickle of pride at having rendered 3 of Rhodolite’s princes speechless. It was a boost to the ego, that much was certain. People typically associated femininity with weakness and fragility, but how could that be, when this was the effect one woman could have on multiple men?

“I should do this more often, this is fun! But I shouldn’t let the power go to my head, hihi…” She couldn’t help but think as she simply simpered, delicately walking further into the office.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I thought you might enjoy some tea this morning.” She turned to face them, smiling blithely as she pretended to be oblivious to the shocked atmosphere. 

“My, what’s the matter? You all look like you’ve gotten a shock.” Leon was the first to recover.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. I think you’ve given us all a bit of a shock.” The fourth prince chuckled good naturedly as she smiled in return, placing a hand on her heart delicately.

“So sweet, thank you, Leon.” Her eyes moved to Yves who, for all intents and purposes, was now a statue and had been since she walked in.

“I think…I broke him. Oopsie…” She walked closer to him, touching his arm, causing him to jolt out of his stupor.

“Waaah!? Y..Y/N, I…” The blonde prince cleared his throat before composing himself.

“Sorry. You just look so…breathtaking, I didn’t know what to do with myself.” Her heart fluttered at his words. Being told she was beautiful was always a great feeling, but there was something about hearing it from the man she loved that put her on a different level of happy. If Yves said she was beautiful, it meant that it was the truth and nothing but. This is what spurred her on her quest still as she flushed slightly, as she peered up at him.

“Maybe a hot cup of tea would help clear your head?” Yves looked back at her, his eyes adamantly fixed on her face and not on the cleavage she was practically pressing against him.

“Mm. Sure, I’d like that.” He answered cooly and frankly not he, Licht, Leon, Jin, or even Y/N herself expected her following question. She leaned a little closer to him, a sultry smile crossing her pink lips as she subtly gave him a better glimpse of her cleavage as it pressed against the inside of her dress. She had foregone any jewelry apart from earrings because she wanted nothing to distract from her smooth skin, which proved to be the right choice now, given the effect it had on her beloved. Her beautiful eyes watched him from under her lashes as she posed a seemingly innocent, yet shamelessly suggestive question.

“Would you like some milk with that?” 

Licht had to pick up Yves’ jaw for him.

~🍓

It wasn’t until the evening that while she was on her way to her room, she was whisked away to Yves’ room instead.

“Come with me.” Was all he had said as he pulled her hand. Her heart danced. Was this it? Was she getting what she wanted? She had not left his side that day, because he insisted on her being within sight. To keep her company he said, but she knew it was also to fend off any other who saw her in her seductive, dolled up glory. She had also been ‘unintentionally’ working his nerves the whole day, just waiting for the moment that he would crack. It seemed now that he had indeed cracked. Once in his room, he closed the door and immediately the kissing started. She reciprocated instantly, winding her arms around his neck as she pressed against him, sighing ever so softly in his mouth. They parted for just a moment before meeting in another kiss. And another. And another. When they separated for air, both were panting, their cheeks flushed a lustful, flustered red as they locked eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” She giggled at his honest statement.

“Oh? Is that all you’ve been wanting to do?” His lower lip seemed to stick out a bit as he pouted slightly, averting his eyes.

“No. There’s something else I’ve been wanting to do to you lately.” He gently caresses her sides as her heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

“Yes…?” She encouraged, trying not to seem overly excited. He looked towards her bare skin and then to her eyes.

“Is it alright if I play with you here again? I enjoyed it last time…” He trailed a finger down the line of her sternum, his eyes a little misty with desire, a red hue making its way across his face. Y/N didn't think it would be very mood appropriate if she were to pull away and break into a happy dance right then and there. Instead, she moved to his ear, her lips brushing his ear.

“Do what you want with me.”

~🍓

Yves’s lips trailed down from her lips to her neck, pausing to suckle her skin. She kept her eyes closed, wanting only to savor the sensation as she lay on her back while Yves lavished her with attention. His hands trailed her body, her provocative dress discarded on the floor somewhere, she couldn’t quite remember, nor did she particularly care at that moment. All she cared about was Yves and his dexterous hands on her skin. She mewled when she felt his hand cup her breast, running a thumb across her areola until the bud hardened. Once it was fully hard, he pinched it.

“Oh!” A shiver racks down her spine at the sudden pleasure. She felt his lips curve against her neck as he repeated the action, gently tugging on the bud and rolling it between his fingers. She mewled as he teased the other with the same kind of attention, wanting even more of it. The quick stabs of pleasure going through her body began to quicken with every tug those long fingers give her hardened nipples, right after a pinch would immediately come a pull, then a twist until it felt as though he were playing her like an instrument. She felt like the violin that he excelled at so much as he plucked and flicked her ‘strings’.

“Ahhh, nn! M..more…” She whimpered softly as her hands went up his arms and gripped his shoulders. The response she got in return was a quick and simultaneous pinch of both nipples before the prince in question raised himself slightly to look at her. Those deep blue eyes were slightly darkened from desire as he looked her over before settling on her perky nipples. A slight smirk crossed his lips at the sight of them. They looked like strawberries, red and sweet, ready for eating.

“You’re so beautiful.” She felt that same warmth in her heart as she smiled sweetly at him past her pleasure.

“Oh Yves…” Her soft, love filled sigh soon gave way to a sharp cry as he suddenly twisted a nipple harshly, almost painfully. Though, the stinging sensation is quickly soothed by his wet tongue sliding over the abused bud, giving long, slow licks to ease the ache he just caused. The switch from pain to pleasure made the woman squirm as she rested her head against the pillows, her eyes fluttering closed. 

“Yves…ahh..” She sighed as his lips closed around the mound and startled suckling on it. She leaned her head back as the pressure increased steadily, the bud being pulled by his lips and occasionally flicked by his tongue. That same muscle swirled around her areola, taut with stimulation and only getting tighter as Yves continued to tease her flesh, his fingers skimming her hips and her thighs/ Her thighs squeezed together as the damp heat increased. She bit her lip, her skin heating everywhere he touched her, her own hand slipping into silken blond hair, the soft strands falling between her fingers. Those fingers tightened their grip when Yves found her neglected breast and gave it a firm squeeze. Yves pulled away from her breast, making her pout slightly, only for him to suddenly take the other nipple into his mouth, sucking furiously at it as his hand fondled and massaged the opposite breast.

“Ohhh…” She moaned long and sweet, her back arching towards her lover as his tongue played with the hardened peak. Her eyes met his for a moment, both misty and unfocused from desire and adoration for the other. He removed his mouth slowly, giving one long brush of his tongue and his blue eyes narrowed slightly as his knee slipped between her legs, her thighs clamping down in it for much needed friction. His elegant fingers brushed her cheek.

“I can’t get enough of you…you drive me wild, Y/N…” His adoring whisper was punctuated by the tender caress of his fingers against her skin. He lowered himself and nuzzled her collarbone like the affectionate cat he really was, her hands coming up to pet his hair lovingly, despite being clouded by passion.

“Goodness, you really are such a greedy sweetheart…My sweet hungry kitty.” She cooed softly, teasingly, before she gasped when Yves glared at her and shifted enough to take a vulnerable nipple, the nearest one to him, and gently bit down on it, his tongue then flicked it before removing his mouth for a moment to whisper in her ear, the warmth of his bare skin spreading on hers.

“Well it’s you who did this to me. I, Yves Kloss, demand you take responsibility for being the best thing that ever happened to me.” He purred as he nudged her legs apart. Y/N’s bit her lip as it curled into a seductive smile, formed equally of love, excitement and need as she allowed herself to be engulfed into the bliss of the mercurial cat.

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Starting to think ikevamp JP is lacking because we have no new cards of this man and it's been a hot minute since they released him. Why are we lacking so much

Anyway. May have had this idea as soon as I woke up. My best smut ideas happen first thing in the morning and I couldn't tell you why. But uhhh major degrading some CNC and we might be back on that somno shit

You bite down hard on the ball gag in your mouth. Your moans and screams muffled. Drool dripping down your chin, getting the sheets wet. You're squirming so much it's like you're trying to get away but Drake had a tight grip on your hips.

"Come on, little fawn. Cum one more time for me," he was starting to lose his breath.

One hand tightened while his other leg go, reaching under you to play with your clit. You squirmed and screamed more, but he kept your ass in the air, rutting into your cum filled hole.

"Cum and I'll finally let you rest," his voice wasn't filled with promise.

Your hands dig into the bed and you bite harder. You aren't sure if you can cum anymore, the bottom half of you feels so numb from all his relentless thrusting.

His fingers rubbed harder and you let out another muffled scream. You try pulling your hips down against the bed but he only pulls you up higher, your torso almost vertical.

"I'll fuck you all day, fawn. Having my cock in your hole is a delight," he smirks.

His voice is so smooth. So sultry. It makes you want to do anything he says.

With your body at a new angle, his cock is hitting you in ways it wasn't before, sending new waves of pleasure through your body.

You start moaning again. Clenching around his cock again. Your body going limp for the nth time tells him that you did cum.

Your eyes are fluttering, forcing yourself to stay awake. Drake pulls out of you before slowly letting your body drop to the bed.

He's panting, but not nearly as hard as you. He rubs your ass, watching you.

"Look at all that cum drip out of you," he chuckles and leans over your body to get the gag off. "Such a whore."

You're able to breathe better once it's off. You try rolling to your side but you're so sore.

"Don't move too much," he lays beside you, pulling you into his chest. His touch is much gentler now, petting your hair and speaking in a soft soothing voice. "You don't hurt anywhere too much, do you?"

You just shake your head, still not sure if you can use your words. He kisses the top of your head, assuring you that he loves you.

After letting your body relax you try getting up. You had to get cleaned up before going to start on breakfast. It was going to be a long day since you essentially got no sleep.

~~

As you are in the kitchen preparing some lunch you hear someone come in, but your back is towards the door.

"Sebastian can you-"

Arms wrap around your waist, making you jump.

"Try again," Drake kisses your cheek, holding you close to him. "How are you feeling?" He takes a piece of fruit that you are cutting and eats it.

"Exhausted. All thanks to you," you huff in jest. Today is going to be long but everything before felt so good.

"You enjoyed it," he smirked and took another piece. His hands rested on your waist. "Besides that will mean you will sleep good tonight."

"I'm hoping to pass out right after dinner."

"Guess I'll have to have dessert alone then," he sighs, being a little dramatic.

"What were you thinking of having for dessert?"

"You of course," he purrs in your ear. Your cheeks flush. "I could still have you for dessert while you're asleep," he presses his body against you, his hands sliding down.

You bite your lip to stop a moan. His face gets closer, his lips barely touching your ear. "I've always wanted to fuck your sleeping cunt," you don't seem to be against it so he keeps going. "Sleepy girls make the best fleshlights," a whimper came through your lips. "I'll be sure to stop by your room later."

One of his hands reaches around your front, lightly rubbing you through your clothes. You hold onto the counter. Your legs shake, still sensitive from earlier.

"Make sure you aren't wearing anything that blocks that hole of yours. I want to be able to slide right in," he kisses the top of your ear and takes another piece of fruit before walking away.

You're still shaking, feeling yourself getting wet from thought already. "Goddamn it," you moan softly.

~

Just as you thought, the day was long. But you're sure it dragged on even longer after what Drake said to you. You can still feel his hands all over your body.

Are you even going to be able to sleep now? Or are you going to be too excited about what's going to happen? Are you going to be able to feel it? Will you wake up?

You keep asking yourself these questions as you walk back to your room. You were falling asleep on your feet while cleaning dishes so Sebastian let you go early.

You close your door and look around your room. Is he really going to come? Did he really mean it? It feels a little embarrassing to want to be fucked in your sleep.

You get changed, putting on only a shirt just like he said. You feel a little nervous but just because you aren't sure what to expect. You turn your light off and crawl into bed.

You had nothing to worry about. The moment your head hit the pillow you were out. Your body was so happy to be resting.

After some time Drake came into your room, making sure he locked the door after him. The bit of moon light coming through the window is enough for him to be able to see your body.

He walks over and gently brushes some hair out of your face. "So innocent looking," he smirks and pulls the blanket down to see if you obeyed him. "Too bad nothing about you is innocent," he lifted up the shirt slightly and saw you were bare underneath.

"You want it just as bad as me, don't you," he gets his clothes off, leaving them on the floor, getting onto your bed. He rolls you flat on your back like a rag doll. "You get to sleep, and get fucked. It's like a win-win."

He slides his hands up your body, lifting your shirt over your chest to expose you more. "You're a treasure any pirate would steal."

He spreads your legs wide, wasting no time in sliding in you. He has to bite his lip so his moan isn't too loud.

"You're having naughty thoughts about me, aren't you?"

He smirks and gets one of your legs onto his shoulder. First he pushes deep into you. As deep as he can go. He swears he's deeper with you asleep. Once he has you warm him for a bit he starts thrusting.

As much as he doesn't want to be, he starts out gentle, not knowing if you will wake up easily. You stay motionless, nearly oblivious to what is going on. He gets more comfortable and speeds things up, then getting rougher, and rougher, and rougher.

Eventually he's not even worried about waking you up, he's just thinking about his own pleasure. He has both your legs over his shoulder, putting your body into a breeding press.

You might be asleep but your body is reacting. You moan here and there. Your walls clenching around him. He thrusts into you full force. He's not able to control himself.

He sees your eyes start to flutter. Maybe he is being a bit too rough. He can feel your body start to wake up but it doesn't stop him. All he does is put his hand over your mouth. Your eyes open moments after. Your vision is still blurry but you can see him. As your body wakes up you feel him everywhere.

You try to moan but it's muffled.

"Go back to sleep, fawn. I'm almost done with you."

You have no clue what time it is or how long he's been in you, but with the way he's panting between his words he's been fucking you for some time.

You try to moan again but he presses harder against your mouth. His thrusting never stops, never slows down. If anything now he's being rougher because he doesn't have to worry about waking you.

You whine a little, it can barely be heard over the slapping of skin, but he glares at you.

"Keep making noise and I'll shove your underwear in your mouth."

You can't tell if it's because you're still partially asleep, but something in you wants him to do that. But you stay quiet. Eventually he removes his hand from your mouth so that he can hold you down better.

Drake is pushing your body into the mattress as best he can to stop your body from jerking forward with every thrust, even if watching your tits bounce is a highlight.

Your eyes keep fluttering, slipping in and out of consciousness.

"That's right. Go back to sleep. Little fuck toys work better when they're asleep."

You bite down on your tongue as you reach your climax. How many times have you already reached it though? Has Drake? Something about not having a clue makes you wetter.

Getting even more slick enables him to go faster. Your eyes shut and you tilt your head back.

"Ahh..hh... Drake!"

He covers your mouth again. He starts panting, getting closer, his cock twitching inside you. You ball your fists up into the sheets just in time to feel his cum fill you.

He bites his lip to stop from getting too loud with his moans. After riding out his high, making sure he's emptied himself into you, he pulls out and lets your legs fall on the bed before falling down beside you.

He's panting harder than you this time.

"Fuck," his chest heaves. "I wish I asked you to do that sooner," he chuckles.

Drake pulls you in to cuddle before closing his eyes now.

"Why don't we actually rest now. If I'm dead on my feet two days in a row Sebastian is going to scold me more."

"His scoldings might be the worst," he rubs your back gently. "I did tell you back to sleep though."

"As if I could with how rough you are."

"You wouldn't want it any other way," he kisses you and pulls the blanket up, covering you both.

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp drake

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Honestly, it's not a surprise when you finally fell pregnant. You halfway expected it due to having such a strong sexual chemistry with Silvio. You've talked about the idea of kids a handful of times with him and you've learned enough that he didn't always say what he meant. From what you gathered, it seems he'd like the idea. Funny thing is, Rio knew before you did of you becoming pregnant, even though you've kept it a secret from everyone. He said you had a different "glow" to you on top of your usual beauty. Always the flatterer, classic Rio.

He asks you if Silvio knows yet and you shake your head, he left on a voyage for shipping supplies for the shipyard before you had the guts to tell him, the nerves winning over. Rio looks at you with the kindest smile, pulling you into his embrace gently before pulling back and asking if there was anything you needed or wanted to do. For now, just some soothing tea and to go for a nice walk. You wanted to discuss surprising your lover of the news once he's back home. And that's exactly what you two do.

A few days later, his ship docks back into town where Rio and you were already there in a carriage waiting. The moment you see the ship, Rio is already ready to open the door and help you out, watching as you run to where the boat anchors down. Silvio was at the deck's frame with a leg dangling and arm resting on his knee, a smile spread to his lips the moment he saw you running. He goes to stand and jump down, climbing down the wooden walkway once placed and was ready with arms open as he normally is for you to run into his arms. It has become one of the many rituals for you two whenever he gets back home but today was different. Almost simultaneously, you both spoke at the same time after tearing apart from the hug that you both had a surprise for each other. Surprise etched your features while a smug smile stayed on his. Why didn't he seem surprised?

"You're pregnant, huh?" Well, there goes the surprise! You nod sheepishly, asking how he knew before you were able to tell him. He explains how you've had a glow about you, been feeling sick recently and been moodier than usual. It's things that are hard to not notice when he's with you all the time. And he admits that he lied to you. He didn't leave for a shipment but to buy and get supplies of the finest quality for the baby. He admits that he wasn't sure what the gender would be so he kind of went overboard with the things he got.

That left your heart swelling and tears reaching your eyes. You hug him tight to you, refusing to let go as he gently returns the gesture, not long after sweeping you off your feet and into his arms. Says you shouldn't be walking around in your state, got to be taking better care of yourself and luckily, you have him. His words were proud and confident. A kiss was shared and easily finished once Rio approaches you both and excitedly exclaims, "I'm going to be an uncle! This is the happiest day of my life!"

Little did you know, Rio knew the whole time and in secret, Silvio and him spoke. Silvio needed advice on what babies needed to which Rio happily agreed, says not to mention a word of it to you and that he never asked for his help in the first place. If anything, the brothers were more excited about it than you were yourself which was saying something because you were plenty excited too. Girl or boy, you knew whichever the baby ends up being, they would have loving figures to dote on them once the time came. Snuggling into his arms, you couldn't be happier.

[klutzyroses]

Lets goooooo, I'm ready!!

I woke up to the best news ever and I don't know how to react 🥹

Not gonna lie, with ikerev and then ikegen shutting down, somewhere along the way i got really worried about the future of ikevamp. Maybe i shouldn't have been as worried, but i couldn't help it. So i felt a great relief when i saw the notif and then an overwhelming happiness...

I SERIOUSLY DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY IM SO??? LET'S SCREAM!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA

WE'LL GET SO MANY NEW MOMENTS OF OUR MONSIEUR DE WAHAHA!!!! HE'LL SLEEP IN LATE, LAUGH AT SOMETHING MC DOES, MAYBE COOK SOMETHING, WE'LL SEE HIM TEACH THE KIDS, AND HE'LL BE THE WORLD'S HOPELESSLEST ROMANTIC!!!! all while saying he's not good with words and at the same time speaking his heart out in the most poetic way-

I mean, i know NOTHING about the sequel but those are musts!!! And we'll get to learn so many new things about him and and

Im so happy i could cry 😭 I'll cry, watch me!!! It's not the first time he's made me cry happy tears!!!

[klutzyroses]

Happy birthday my babygirl 🫶🫶🫶

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #ikevamp

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IkeVamp HCs: Beautiful Reader

How do they react when they meet a reader who is one of the most beautiful women they have ever seen?

Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Galileo, Drake

Napoleon

When the woman lost in the halls of the mansion met his gaze, he knew being the woman's protector would be the chore to end all chores.

In this day and age, women already weren't safe. Much less when they looked like they were handcrafted with love and care, the way she did.

He wasn't looking forward to it.

And he himself, though not aloud, found he was curious about the stunning stranger who'd stumbled into his life. He'd seen beautiful women before, but she was on a completely different level.

"I'm going to have my hands full with you, nunuche."

He ruffled her hair with a smirk as she merely blinked at him in confusion.

He would definitely be aware of many eyes on her, admiring, lusting, but they wouldn't get near her when she was with him.

Beautiful as she was, Napoleon knew the risks of letting her be alone for too long...but there were only so many complaints he could have when he was in the company of such a gorgeous madonna. There were worse ways to spend his time.

He's not telling her that directly though. Not in those exact words at least.

Arthur

When he first laid eyes on the maiden fair, he knew life in the mansion would be just a little sweeter.

He had no qualms about saying that to her the first time they met.

"Well now! The stars are shining just a little brighter tonight. Such a bonny lass you are."

His urge to tease her only grew when she reacted with a timid averted gaze, her lovely cheeks painted pink.

He commonly made sure to compliment at least once a day, usually referring to her as the 'Lovely Y/N'.

The author was commonly surrounded by women, but whenever she went anywhere with him, most of them kept their distance, intimidated by the ravishing lady by his side, regardless of the nature of her relationship with Arthur.

"I'm afraid that nobody holds a candle to a heart stopper like you and anybody with eyes knows it."

"Arthur!"

Teasing her just see that cute blush on her beautiful face would be enough to make his day.

Galileo

He wasn't one to generally take much notice of women, though the particular girl ambling through the halls of the university didn't escape his notice.

Galileo knew women could be pleasing to the eye, of course, but that was a fact of life, not something that actually touched him.

But she was objectively the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he found that slightly disconcerting. Almost as disconcerting as the fact that said woman was not paying attention to her surroundings and was to trip on a loose tile.

He moved quickly, catching her shoulder as she stumbled. When she turned to thank him, her beauty hit him full force from up close as he took her in.

She was a vision of loveliness, an earthly Aphrodite. Her lips parted and her cheeks reddened in embarrassment, only adding sweetness to her visage. She suddenly spoke in a soft tone.

"Erm...thank you sir...that was clumsy of me."

Her voice broke the spell as he let go of her, stepping back. If she had any effect on him, it certainly didn't show.

"Be more careful."

Was his only response before leaving.

He will find himself thinking back to that lovely face from time to time, often when the word 'beautiful' happened to cross his mind.

Drake

When he called to the lone woman passing by the Seine, intending to invite her into his boat, he didn't expect anything out of the ordinary. But when she turned around, his eyes widened as he blinked in surprise.

"Wow. You're beautiful."

Those were the first words out of his mouth, his head tilted in near confusion as the lady blushed at his forwardness.

The man was a sailor that traveled the world and seen different places and people, so he knew a beautiful woman when he saw one. And her? Breathtaking. She could make the hardest of pirates fall at her feet.

When he managed to convince her to take a ride with him, winning her over with his friendly disposition, he playfully told her that getting such a beauty into his boat was risky because alas, he may not return her, much to her amusement.

"Sir, I would appreciate being put on solid ground at some point..."

"Haha, just kidding. You're just so pretty, I want to keep you."

He said with a bright smile, but he was only half joking...

Drake would definitely want to steal her away. Pirates don't just let go of treasure.

🌸

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The gentle stag Lovely surprise

The gentle stag Lovely surprise

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Keith x MC                                                                                           

Tag: Established relationship Birthday Fluff

Word Count : 725

Author’s Note: A special birthday deserves a special surprise, like a kiss from his lover that awaited his return admiring the country she take as their home. As soon as he comes back they did not shy away from confessing their feeling to each other, basking pleasantly in the warm hug of their love. 🥰

Side Note: All the images were found on Pinterest-Google and I was unable to find the source, please if any of you know the owner tell me and I will provide to give the artist the credit for the image.

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was a frizzy winter morning, one of those she would have desired to spend snuggled in the covers, but duty calls and so she was up so early, waiting impatiently for the return of her husband.

She stifled a yawn leaning in the softness of the sofa lazily admiring the town stretching before her eyes, each corner bustling with noise while the early birds sang a sweet melody, she would have never got tired to listen to,  chirping happily as they flied carelessly around the trees, chasing one another in the shy tepid rays of the rising sun,

The roads were filled with chit chats and clatter of horses' hooves on the cobblestone, a suffused music came from the vast land of the countryside, a shepherds’ song followed by the tingling bells of the animals with their verses seemed to accompany the song.

The sweet aroma of bakery and cooking wafted in the frizzy air of dawn, eliciting her an idea or two about certain recipes she desired to bake with him, even though she already pictured the mess the palace kitchen would have been in after they finished.

A scenario that was not unlike to happen, as it already had, making her giggle at the image of his lovely husband grey's hair covered in flour as he looked at her like a puppy caught in the rain, knowing far too well she would have hugged him and reassured him with ever so sweet kisses ... and later when they were alone in the bedroom even more than that.

A smile raised to curl her lips as soon as the pleasant scent of musk and wood reached her nostrils, the same perfume she would have recognized amidst a thousand, affection wrinkling her eyes as she turned to greet him.

"Welcome home."

"I am sorry to have woken you up so soon, you could have slept a little longer."

"Thank you but  I wouldn't wish it any other way, or else I would have missed the spectacle the dawn was."

His ever gentle fingers adjusted the velvet jade shawl around her shoulder as he took a seat next to her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close as she nuzzled into his chest.

A rush of boldness ran in her as she raised her face to cup his face in her hands, staring in his gorgeous amber eyes glimmering with surprise as she leaned to brush a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Happy birthday Keith."

The smile curling his lips was so bright and pure she felt an urge to steal that ray of sun only for herself, but he moved first melting his lips on her in a sweet slow kiss they savoured each other with.

Favourite flavour because to them both their love tasted like Home.

Reluctantly he pulled away, brushing his finger ever so gently over her cheek leaving an achingly tender kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you. It is now you are here with me."

His smile mirrored her own, while his eyes reflected all the love and devotion he felt for her alone.

Swiftly he took her in his arms, laying with her on the bed determined to show off his love to her until the stars would have come out again, solitary audience to that spectacle that was their alone to indulge in behind closed doors.

Gently he pulled away looking straight in her eyes, losing himself in the contemplation of all the affection reflected in them as he bent over to brush his nose with hers revelling in her soft giggles.

"I love you so ma douche biche."

"I love you too mon cerf, all of you."

His heart burst with warmth at the unconditional love spreading from her words, but he did his best to convey his own happiness wrapping his arms around her as they basking a little longer in their soft hug, brushing gentle kisses on her hair making her giggle, music he would have never fog tired to listen to, feeling his heart swell with affection as she nuzzled in his chest.

That day he would have made more than sure to show the depth of his feeling to her, his one and only Queen, deepening that feeling that bound their heart together for nothing was stronger than the mighty power of love.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince keith #ikepri keith

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Ahh, long time no see, welcome back!😍😍😍

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.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire comte

[klutzyroses]

Excuse me, I'm binge reading everything you've written. It's all so good! 🤍🤍

Awww, thank you for the kind words, I appreciate it!

[klutzyroses]

Ironic, Poetic And Beautiful

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Drake x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,094

Summary: Y/N is pregnant with Drake's baby and she can't help but think if he understands the irony of that. And if he'd be okay with it.

Tags: Female reader, fluff, Spoilers for Drake's route, pregnancy, morning sickness, post Drake's route, reader having a lot of thoughts while cuddling

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The beautiful woman moaned tiredly, leaning back against the man she loved as he sat on the couch, catching her breath while the nausea subsided. She had not really wanted to kick off the morning by throwing up while Drake held her hair back, but the little one inside her had different plans. At 12 weeks, the morning sickness was very much going strong, in fact, it was kicking her ass like she owed it money. That was part of the reason she had agreed to live in the hideout that Drake once shared with his companion, Galileo Galilei. Mostly to be close to him and also because there was little sense in staying so far away from the father of her baby. And both the residents and Drake himself agreed that it wouldn't have been in Y/N's best interest to be traveling back and forth all the time…mostly because the previous carriage rides had sent her nausea and aches through the roof. Thus she packed her things and was living out the pregnancy with her beloved sailor and the father to be. She sighed in comfort as his hand rubbed soothing circles into her soft belly, his voice low in her ear.

“Feel better, little fawn?” His silky voice sent pleasant chills down her spine and calmed her nerves as she relaxed against him further, opening her eyes to look up at him with a faint but genuine smile. 

Her smile was returned, aquamarine eyes softening as the early morning’s soft gold rays reflected from the windows into the limpid irises, bringing out the warmth and love in his gaze. Her heart melted at the sight. There was once a time when Drake’s eyes were cold and empty, dark like the bottom of the sea, piercing like ice shards. She once shivered and quaked under that sharp gaze, but now, he looked upon her with care, like she was the precious treasure he had expressed that she was. And now she carried his child within her, a testament of their love and how far Drake had come, from the destructive, hateful pirate that he once was. She giggled to herself, she was sure that he himself wasn't entirely aware of his own growth. He'd always had such little faith in the kindness of others, as well as his own, even if she could see it plain as day. She knew that because she remembered how wonderful he was when she told him she was pregnant. At the time, she genuinely feared that he would run for it. Vanish out of her life, passing through it like a storm, leaving her in pieces.

'He's done it before, after all…' The melancholic thought struck her briefly, but dissipated when she thought of his reaction. She had never seen such a bright smile on his face as he picked her up and spun her around, his eyes brighter than the sky that day. It was then that she had realized that her fears, while not unfounded, were in fact, unnecessary, because he had fully accepted her and their baby, claimed them both as his own. She had since promised herself to trust him more. She bit her lip to keep her smile from growing larger, to little effect as she cuddled closer to him, listening to his heartbeat.

“Mhm. We’re okay now. Sorry…” She murmured, a bit sheepish, as she had woken Drake up with her retching earlier that morning and he had found her curled up on the floor, her hair a complete mess and her face pale. Not her finest moment, but she got cuddles out of it so...

“Whatever you’re apologizing for, it's okay, little fawn.” He shook his head with a wry smile before placing his hand on her stomach, feeling the beginnings of a bump starting to peek through.

“Hey kid, you’re being too rough with your mom, having her be sick everywhere.” He teasingly tickled her belly slightly, making Y/N laugh and squirm.

“Be nicer to her. Okay, Baby Drake?” His voice took on a softer tone, his thumb gently caressing her. Y/N blushed sweetly as she was soothed by his presence, by his touch, by his warmth, by his love as his words took pause in her mind.

Baby Drake. First born of Francis Drake, the dhampir and…last of the pureblood family. How funny fate could be. Remembering how she once witnessed the life of her beloved, she understood why family was a touchy subject to Drake. After seeing the frankly shocking way his supposed family treated him and his mother, she had been very hesitant to tell him of her pregnancy. But seeing how much he already cared about his child, she was confident that the hatred so prominent in the prejudiced household would not spill onto her baby. Thank goodness for that, though she herself could not help but note something funny about the whole thing.

In his pursuit of revenge, Drake had stolen the spear used to kill his mother and wiped the purebloods that shared his name off the map. None was spared if she recalled. She had witnessed him putting an end to the head of the family- who she wouldn’t have minded getting into the ring with, she had a pair of boxing gloves waiting, but that was probably the hormones talking- with that spear. Effectively ending the Drake lineage…save for himself. The only one remaining of the family of purebloods, a dhampir, the ‘stain’ on the noble house. She had to wonder what they would think of the fact that he was expecting a child…

Okay, she knew fully well what they would think of it, and what they would do about it, she saw it with her own eyes. She tensed up, feeling a wave anxiety at the idea of anyone putting her child through what Drake was subjected to. It made her sick to her stomach- for the second time that day- to even imagine it, though it wasn’t plausible. The Drake family was gone.

'But is it really?' The thought suddenly occurred to her as she glanced down at her stomach. Francis Drake was the last Drake…but that wasn’t quite accurate, was it? Her baby was a Drake. So the way she saw it, Drake ended the bloodline…and started it anew. She wasn’t sure what her child would be. Human? What was the half of a dhampir called? Either way, the noble purebloods, who so loathed the humans that were beneath them, were to be survived only by a hated dhampir and a human. The only way anyone would ever know the name ‘Drake’ existed was because of the dhampir child they persecuted. She felt a hint of smugness snaking in her chest. Oh, the irony.

“Irony of what?” Oh. Had she said that last part out loud? Y/N looked up to the inquisitive gaze of the pirate with a slightly embarrassed smile.

“Ah…sorry, I was just thinking out loud…it’s nothing,” Her vague answer prompted Drake to tilt his head curiously, making her internally swoon from how sweet he looked, so sweet that she couldn't resist pressing her lips to his cheek, softly kissing it.

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind, or do I have to get it out of you?” His eyes narrowed slightly as he gave a sly smile, his fingers hovering on her sides with the silent threat of tickling. She squeaked.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you!” She huffed as he smirked at her. He always won. She hesitated for a second, it wasn’t exactly a happy subject, how was she supposed to bring it up?

…Oh well. Might as well rip the bandaid off.

“I was thinking about your family…Or, the Drake family. The purebloods, I mean.” She finished awkwardly as Drake’s expression gave way to surprise. She quickly spoke to clarify.

“I mean I…remembered what happened with…your mother…” She faltered when Drake’s expression grew blank, but pushed on. “And I couldn’t help but think about what they’d think if they saw you now…and that it’d be kind of…funny, in an ironic kind of way?”

“Ironic how?”

“Well…you, kind of…well, you got rid of them all.” She sighed, no point in skirting around it.

“And?” It didn’t really seem to faze him either way, seeing how his expression didn’t even stir. She occupied herself by looking down at her belly, which still had his hand on it.

“You’re the ‘disgrace’ on that family name, right? The mistake? Well…I think it’s funny that the child…the dhampir they thought was a flaw, is actually the only reason the name ‘Drake’ lives on.”

“...Huh?” His unreadable face became written with bemusement. She lifted her gaze to meet his.

“You wiped out the Drake family. That makes you the last one. But nobody would even know that last name if it weren’t for you. In the future, you’re the one who’s stamped in history, not them. You’re the one who made something of yourself. They were just a noble vampire family. Big deal, plenty of those out there. But you? You earned your greatness. It’s Francis Drake you find in the history books. Drake is your name, you just claimed it from the people who denied you. And I think that’s funny. Poetic actually.” She placed her hand over his, on her stomach, where new life grew inside her.

“And if that weren’t enough, the next generation of ‘Drake’ is going to be carried on by dhampirs and humans. That’s hilarious. You’ve permanently soiled their precious bloodline for centuries to come. That’s the ultimate revenge. And you, Francis the dhampir, accomplished that…” She smiled at him sweetly, a hint of mischief in her sparkling eyes as she tapped his nose with her finger. 

“By putting your baby…” She squeezed his hand on her stomach. 

“In my belly. So I guess what was on my mind, in essence, was just that…You’re incredible, Francis Drake. Thank you for being you, so incredibly you.”

“.....” She was met with silence and the stunned look he sent her way. She began to feel her face turn red. She got carried away. What business did she have to talk about his personal trauma in such an audacious way? She could only imagine how offended he-

“Pfft, hahahaha!”...Why was he laughing? She pouted as the broad shoulders of the pirate shook with badly suppressed snickering, moving away from him in a huff as she glared at him, indignant.

“You…you really thought of all that in 10 seconds? Your mind really wanders, huh?”

“Stop laughing at me!” He chuckles as his laughter dies down to beguile her with a smirk.

“And here I thought my revenge ended when I ended them…You just made it so much better. I never even thought of that.” Drake reached over, cupping her face and stealing his love for a kiss, which she readily melted into. He pulled back to look into her eyes, teasing.

“You’re more vindictive than you look, little fawn. Who thinks like that?”

“You do!”

“Heh, guess I do. I’m rubbing off on you, then.” He stole her lips once more, making her giggle as the expecting couple laughed between playful, mirthful kisses.

“So in other words, you’re my revenge, huh?” She blushed at the question, but bit her lip to suppress an ill-concealed smile. Not originally what her point was about, but she liked the sound of that. His happiness being the greatest revenge to those who hurt him so much.

“Yes…that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Her answer made a softer smile appear on his face as he kissed her again, much softer, much more loving and heartfelt, pulling away and pressing his forehead to hers, pulling her onto his lap as he enveloped her and their unborn baby in his embrace.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you. You and Baby Drake. My treasure, my beautiful revenge.” His tender whisper made her heart sing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, sinking willingly in the safety and comfort of his arms.

“We love you too, my incredible, fearless pirate…”

And she always would be there to make sure his never ending vengeance continued. That he would always be happy, that their child, and any future children, would be loved by their family, the real family she was building with the fearsome pirate.

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and my last request:

can i have ieyasu (ikesen) + 👔? thank you so much again, mo 💓

You're welcome! I loved your requests 🥺

[👔] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙸𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢…

IEYASU:

"...Just when I wondered where my scarf went."

A small noise of exclamation leaves you as you turn over in the futon to see Ieyasu entering the room. Not even the cozy nap you were in the middle of could dull your lively reaction to seeing the one you missed the most come back by your side early. Lately being away from Ieyasu has been hell. Hence the scarf. As good as the yellow-orange accessory looks on your beloved, he could go one day without it as revenge for making you lonely. Not that he had a choice...

"And why would you do that?"

He kneels by your side examining how you snuggle with his scarf tucked right under your chin, but he receives no reply. The more he looks at you, the more blush appears on his face. He sighs deeply and rises to his feet.

"Give me a minute to change and you'll get to embrace more than just that scarf. Everything as long as you don't resort to stealing more of my clothes, else I won't be able to show at War Concul at all. Well... I suppose that's what you want."

∎Steal My Heart!! - xxsycamore’s 1500 followers celebration event| 💌 event masterlist

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikesen ieyasu #ahh the sweetness #ieyasu you sweetie!

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Happy Valentine's day everybody!

#lots of kisses of love!

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Mo coming in with a bang, geezzzzz!🔥🔥🔥

❝ 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ❞

╰┈➤ ❤ You're overstimulated, and Napoleon is being a bully.

Napoleon Bonaparte/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Overstimulation; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Vaginal Sex; Teasing; Embarrassment; Crying; Dacryphilia; Dirty Talk; Begging; rough but also soft sex; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,048 • masterlist

a/n: I've been wanting to have a napo smut titled Crybaby for SO LONG NOW. Ever since that one event came out where he kept calling MC that. Knowing him, I think he might be into this...

"Napoleon… you're staring…"

Chest still rising and falling in labored breaths, you try to get the attention of the man seated between your legs, as he yet still fails to snap out of the trance on his own.

You know you can do this faster if you close your legs and devoid him of the view that so seems to interest him. But you don't -  on the excuse of the tiredness in your limbs.

The load of cum he'd put deep inside you just moments ago has now began to gush out and Napoleon's clear jade eyes, still clouded by lust, proudly follow the white rivulet down the curve of your slightly raised legs.

"I am."

He's shameless and blunt, knowing fairly well the effect it has on you. The embarrassment you're trying to evoke in him ricochets right back at you, as he makes you self-aware of the fact that you feel a certain way about him staring. At least enough to point it out.

Napoleon chuckles, easily making the tension dissipate as he leans down to place a peck against your pursed lips. He notices you trying to prop up on your elbows and is quick to gently push you back down.

"I'll take care of everything, just rest."

Still pouting because he's unfairly knightly as if he wasn't being a big tease just a second ago, you sink deeper into the soft embrace of the duvet, losing the inner fight too soon and letting yourself be pampered. Your eyes are closed by the time he returns, but you feel his presence as he climbs on the bed again.

You can't help the small shiver running down your lower half as your senses register a damp cloth grazing along your skin. The coolness it brings is not unwelcome on your overheated areas, and Napoleon is so gentle with you. He made a mess, it's only rightful for him to clean up after himself, after all.

You mewl as Napoleon's fingers brush past your clit. The added friction from the cloth makes his touch foreign and exciting to your sex, and you try not to fall too deep into the feeling because that's hardly the point. Even if the rational part of your brain understands that this is not Napoleon toying with you, the psychological part has other ideas.

But so does the man above you, encouraged by your lascivious sounds. He smirks and places his thumb right above the bundle of nerves at the apex of your folds, and drags his finger down slowly.

The moment the very edge of his fingertip comes in contact with your sweet spot, shockwaves strike through your core like lightning, making your lower half rise from the bed.

"Ahh!"

The smirk stays on Napoleon's face as he pretends to carry on with his task of cleaning you. His thumb grazes past your clit once more and you jump again, letting out a prolonged whimper.

He must be enjoying your reactions a little too much. While the sight of you writhing in pleasure entertains him every time he finds you underneath him, this time it's so much easier to pry them out, when you're overstimulated like that.

He knows better than to mess with you when you're spent and too sensitive, having earned his fair share of weak slaps against the arms or across his face for such indulgences.

Except, this time your protest never comes.

In the back of his head, he tells himself he's being way too cruel to you, but then he's reminded of your words. You're the one telling him time and time again not to hold back and to love you with all of his heart's intensity; and in the bedroom you're only more encouraging.

He flicks your clit with his finger once again, and your legs instinctively close against his arm.

And when you're being like that, he only falls harder for you.

The cloth is quickly discarded and forgotten as Napoleon makes himself more comfortable between your legs, like a big cat leisurely playing with its food until it's had enough. You peek from between half-closed eyelids, finding the sight of Napoleon's forearm sandwiched between your tightly shut legs. The muscles on it flexing because of the movement of his fingers where you can't see them; the vein running down the side of it becoming more prominent.

The sounds spilling from your lips are characteristic of the moments where he's fucking you so hard you forget to care about being too lewd; yet now he's doing so little and you're sounding so pathetic. Naturally, the back of your hand comes over your agape mouth in an ill-fated attempt to regain some of your decency. You subconsciously bite into the knuckles of it.

Napoleon eyes you with calculation among other things. He needs to be careful for the signs of you being too caught in it all to judge when it's too much, never taking the trust you put in him for granted.

He loves the way you squeeze his hand, even if it soon becomes numbing. He stokes your clit a little more to his best extent, the sensation now doing the opposite to you and making you part your legs wide, releasing him at last.

That only gives him an opening to attack, resuming his slow, firm strokes that make shockwaves run through you.

"Awww, you got wet again."

Your breath hitches, being caught by surprise despite how obvious it is that your body is bound to get aroused again under his ministrations. You watch in embarrassment as Napoleon cooes and gathers some of the lubrication you secreted and rotates his fingers in the air to show you the web-thin thread between them. With how well he cleaned you just awhile ago, your arousal now becomes only more prominent somehow.

When his thumb returns to your clit, it's slicked and the movement becomes more fluid, leaving you with no room to catch your breath between strokes. You let out more needy sounds as overstimulation and fresh arousal clash inside you.

"You're hurting yourself… Let's put that hand away."

Blinking in confusion, you need a moment to understand exactly what he means. As Napoleon gently guides your hand away from your mouth, you see the teeth marks you left on it. Napoleon's own hand follows your own until it falls safely to the side of your head, and he returns his gaze to yours.

There are physiological tears at the corners of your eyes.

Napoleon lets out a short and sharp laughing noise.

"Crybaby."

You toss your head to the side, only making the shiny dewdrops caught on your eyelashes more obvious to the man above you. Your lips are pursed in a permanent pout.

The warmth of Napoleon's hand on yours leaves you only to keep your left leg spread wide, as he quickens the pace of rubbing your clit. He strokes the overstimulation out of you, as your body gradually becomes more pliant and welcoming to his touch in a familiar old anticipation.

But for what it's worth, the slightly raw feeling at your core nudges those tears into finally spilling past your eyes.

Napoleon cooes at you again, leaning down until you feel his breath fanning over your cheek. He kisses your hot skin, his lips catching the tears. You wonder if your tears from pleasure arouse him.

"Crybaby."

He's such a bully.

Despite the obscene circumstances, he seems to find you nothing short of adorable, with the way he peppers you with kisses.

"My poor crybaby darling. What am I gonna do with you?"

The growing arousal makes you greedy and demanding, as you toss again, but this time in a provoking fashion. No, letting your body's language speak for you is not enough anymore, you need to spell it out for him.

"I feel so… empty…"

The momentary halt of his fingers gives him away, even if he pretends not to hear you. Your legs move frantically, switching between closing and opening in desperation. As horny as you are, your body will need more than that to be pushed over the edge. You have no choice but to try again.

"Napoleoooon… put it in… I need your cock again…please…?"

The small curve of that last word that emphasizes your begging does things to him, you know fairly well. He stares you down.

"How are you so sure that I can go again? Or have you been actually just trying to seduce me all this time?"

For a moment your eyes widen, finding reason in his question. Just because you're burning from the inside doesn't mean that Napoleon is also ready to-

The sensation of something hard rubbing against your inner thigh startles you.

Soothing is not the right word to describe this discovery, as Napoleon barely gives you time to rearrange your thoughts before he positions himself over you properly, guiding his swollen cockhead in.

Believing that your little midday love session was truly ending awhile ago, Napoleon had put on his trousers, even if leaving the belt to fasten only after he takes care of you. Now with the change of plans, he cares little about discarding his pants again, as fucking you on the spot is more important.

As a result, the buckle of his belt repeatedly clashes against the bed, the metal prong making a clinking sound that joins with the noises of copulation. Napoleon fucks you into the mattress, knowing he can go as fast and as wild as he wishes, neither of you bound to last long anyway.

The last traces of tears escape from the corners of your eyes that have watered one last time with the intrusion of his cock. Despite the sensitivity of your walls, your core remembers Napoleon's shape so well, greedily sucking him in as soon as he builds up a steady pace.

Your arms and legs lock around him, as if afraid that all of this is just another one of his tricks.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard— fill you to the brim—"

You all but scream against his chest as you can only receive his rapid pounding and wait for him to fulfill his promise. Your walls clamp down around him, desperately dragging him together with you in the pit of pleasure as you feel your orgasm approaching dangerously fast.

The noises of skin on skin fill your ears along with Napoleon's occasional swearing, cracking the composure of his otherwise not too filthy mouth. He slams his hips onto yours sloppily, losing all demure, and finally erupts inside you.

Reaching your peak together with him, you see stars behind your eyelids as Napoleon's cum paints your insides spurt by spurt. For a second among the euphoria you wonder if you feel so full because some of his cum from earlier was still trapped inside you.

The vice-tight grip of your arms around him turns into something softer, more reminiscent of an embrace. So does the hold Napoleon's strong hands have on your waist. As he settles you back down on the mattress from where you soared unnoticeably, your body tight as a string, you gradually begin to relax once more, melting together with him to a content pile of limbs.

Napoleon rains kisses on your face, from your forehead to the curve of your lip to your slightly damp cheeks.

"Now, what if I wanted to watch my cum leak down your thighs again?"

You can't believe him. Rolling over as if to avert your gaze in disdain, you turn your back to him.

He opens his mouth to bite back, preparing something along the lines of not deserving the cold treatment after how good he loved you, but he pauses. On wobbly legs, you arch your back and tuck your knees beneath you.

The sight is all but scandalous as Napoleon's load runs down your leg.

With forehead pressed against the bed, you let out a faux sigh, seeing how lost for words he seems to be.

"Just try not to get aroused again, Napoleon. Please."

Caressing the curve of your thigh up to your ass, Napoleon lets out a wry laugh, even if there's no actual bite to it.

"Look who's talking."

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Ikemen Vampire Yearbook

I has been holding this project since last year, and it kept stuck there. Finally I'm able to finish it 😍

One thing for sure is I love this Vampire family enough to give me motivation to finish this little project of mine, I will post some sketches of them in daily school as well, pls looking forward to it 😆

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#cybird #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #highschool au by anadreamart #i'd either be next to arthur by the window #or between theo and drake #or next to napoleon so i can leave the classroom fast #i was THAT student