#we need more comte content

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Oh we are so BACK

When I tell you I saw this and died. HELLO?????

I keep hiding my face lahshjsdhjgfsaf HE HAS NO RIGHT. NO RIGHT AT ALL BEING THAT SEXILY INTENSE AAAAAAAAAAA

Anyway, I should probably try to make some attempt at describing the event since. If I don't I'll just be barking/crying/hiding my face for the next twelve hours.

Basically--and I'm not sure this is going to be across the board, but it held true for Napoleon and Sebastian at least--each suitor has a birthday event this year instead of a separate story. Comte's won't be released until tomorrow, but they have posted a preview.

From what I gather, he talks a little bit about himself and reveals parts of his past that haven't come to light in the game yet. There wasn't really enough to convey a coherent narrative beyond attending a party, but the line displayed here does get across the larger theme:

Comte: (I don't need momentary pleasure or ephemeral affection any longer. Now that I know love, there's nothing but you.)

He talks about how the aristocracy have thrown parties and extravagant celebrations for his birthday for most of his life. But none of it has ever really made him happy, largely because he knows that they are attempts to strengthen and broadcast power relations within high society. While I don't think he means it's entirely devoid of well wishes, I do think he sees it as a nexus of influence--and thus, by nature, impersonal. And honestly, I don't think he's wrong about that; the higher the echelon in social standing, the more it requires performance to maintain the position.

That being said, there is a fascinating flashback where he remembers a pureblood telling him about how falling in love with a human is an experience of another caliber entirely. My understanding is that Comte was still a fairly young vampire at the time, so he didn't really understand what the person was getting at. It seems like the other pureblood was trying to convey the difference in feeling, perhaps the fact that humans are more grounded in accordance with how they live--the reality and necessity of change.

After reading this--and the recent 5th bday story--I can absolutely see how change is something Comte has a complicated relationship with. He's known a certain way of life for so long, has constructed a sensibility of distant, rational maturity. After all the heartbreak of his youth, and two very acute traumatic events in his life, I can see why he'd be so afraid of broaching any kind of proximity with another person. Because on some level it's so much easier not to put your feelings on the line, to never have to fear devastating loss. And that's to say nothing of the worry of being unable to measure up on behalf of another person, of letting them down.

I'm so excited to see the rest of the contents, but something about the preview made me equal parts giddy and enamored (all I do is kick my feet with excitement LOL). I think what gets to me with Comte is that he truly does love companionship as a place to rest, a place where he can be honest about himself and his feelings without fear of ridicule (and the same goes for MC). In a world increasingly obsessed with surface level performances of power, status, and emotion, it's hard not to feel his exhaustion to the core.

Also, because these lines at the end more or less destroyed me in the best possible way:

MC: ...The you who had nowhere to belong no longer exists. In much the same way...Abel, I belong to you. Comte: ... Comte: I wish I could say to myself all those years ago, the me who kept indulging in such paltry things. Comte: Until you meet MC, you will never know love... The warmth of MC in my arms filled me with such joy I was near tears. (I don't need momentary pleasure or ephemeral affection any longer. Now that I know love, there's nothing but you.) The moment my lips found hers, the sweetness lit a fire deep in my body. Comte: These cute lips that melt against mine, the heat of your skin, the love that envelops me in your embrace--always leaves me so deeply in love with you.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp spoilers #LETS GO ABEL UNPACKING ALL THOSE COPING MECHANISMS #**pats the couch next to me** CONFIDE IN ME #but in all seriousness i really do love how raw his relief and happiness feels #to have spent all of those years trying to subsist on emotional crumbs and numbing himself #and mc is so real for just gathering him in her arms and holding him tight QUEEN MOOD!!!! #i really really really love that general recurrence in his stories too #of how he always feels so isolated and out of place even when he's surrounded by people #yet all it takes is mc saying 'you belong to me--just as I belong to you. you're never truly alone :>' #to make him both overjoyed but also unhinged with so much love for her--to feel alive #also man........MAN..... #him looking back at who he used to be vs who he is now #im so caught between memeing like 'you know what that is? growth!' #but also lowkey weeping from the fact that he feels loved enough to look back and fully admit it wasn't quite happiness #that he was just surviving the only way he knew how--not really living #ABEL THE THINGS YOU DO TO ME #CMERE LOVER BOY #comte propaganda #fangdad propaganda #baguettosaurus #literally october was always my favorite month but its even better now that it just becomes a comte-loving festival for me #truly all the joys of monsterfking all tg

[writingwhimsey]

How about 13 with Napoleon? 🥺 Did i hear mating season?? 👀

Thank you for the request! This one was fun! Hope you're ready for some super spicy Napoleon who wants nothing more than to mate with you over and over again!

Smut is In the Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Napoleon

Prompt: "Get back down here, we're not done yet."

NSFW 18+ content

Mating Season

I walked into Le Comte’s study. “Sebastian said you wanted to see me?” I asked as I stepped inside.

“Ah, yes, come have some tea with me, ma cherie.” Le Comte greeted me with a warm smile. “I just had something I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Oh?” I asked, sitting down in a chair opposite Comte as he poured tea for the two of us. “What is it?”

“Well…it’s more of a warning I feel I should give you.”

“A warning? About what? Has there been something happening in town?” I asked, worried.

“No, nothing like that.” Le Comte replied. “I just thought with spring being in the air, I should tell you about something that can happen to vampires, at least for those who have found someone they love.”

“Yes?”

“Sometimes…during spring after, finding a lover, some vampires…experience a…mating season if you will, during the spring.” Comte explained.

“Mating season?” I asked.

“Yes, female vampires will experience a, something like a heat and male vampires will go into …something like a rut. Experiencing very intense desires to be with the one they love and possibly conceive a child.”

“Are…are you saying this might happen with Napoleon?” I asked, my eyes going wide as my cheeks reddened.

“It’s possible, but the desire might not be as strong with a lesser vampire as it would be with a pureblood vampire.” Comte said. “But I thought you should know so you can be prepared.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Comte.” I replied.

Comte and I chatted a few more moments before I was returning to my chores. My mind couldn’t help but to wander to my conversation with Comte. Nor could I stop myself from thinking what it might be like if Napoleon did experience this rut, mating season thing. We had been discussing the possibility of having children recently…and if he really wanted to and had such an intense desire…could I ever really resist? I don’t think I could.

I found myself in the room Napoleon and I shared, putting away the days laundry and changing the sheets. I was bent over the bed, smoothing out the sheets when I felt two strong, familiar arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me closer and I felt his nose nuzzling against my neck.

“Napoleon…”

“Mmmm…nunuche, you…smell extra sweet today.” He breathed into my ear.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Was this what Comte was talking about. “Oh? I haven’t done anything special.” I replied.

“No, new perfume?” Napoleon asked, sliding his nose along my neck as he breathed in my scent.

“N-no…”

“Then…it must be you, nunuche.” He said, placing a kiss on the side of my neck. “It’s quite an intoxicating scent.”

“N-Napoleon…” I gasped as yet another delightful shiver made its way down my spine. “I-I need to…finish up my…work for the day.” 

“Mmm…you can always get back to that later, nunuche.” Napoleon replied, his voice practically a purr in my ear. His hand moved to undo the top few buttons of my shirt. He was then opening my collar so that he could place nibbling kisses along the side of my neck and shoulder. “I can’t possibly think of letting you go right now.”

“Mmm…ngh…” I moaned with each kiss. “W-what can…you think of doing then?” I asked, my voice coming out raspier than I intended.

“Mmm…you.” Napoleon answered. “I can’t help myself…all I want to do is make love to you…and perhaps…get you pregnant…I can’t help but to think you would be even more beautiful carrying a baby we made together…”

His hand was slipping inside my open shirt then, moving to fondle my breasts even as his lips continued their sweet attack on my neck and shoulder. It seemed he was being affected by the mating season Comte had warned me about…but my mind was starting to become hazy and all I could think about was Napoleon’s hands and lips on me and how much I wanted him. Besides… he was the man I loved…I did want children with him…and he did make it sound rather nice…

His other hand slid down my thigh and then up under my skirt. He pushed my panties aside and then slid his fingers to stroke my sensitive bud. “Ahn…N-Napoleon…” I moaned as I found myself grinding myself into his hand, seeking further stimulation.

“Mmm…you’re already so wet for me.” He murmured in my ear as he moved his fingers back further to slide into my slick heat. “You want me as much as I want you.”

“Yes…Napoleon…yes…please…” I found myself begging, wanting him to fill me and pound me into the mattress.

“Then who am I to say no?” Napoleon said before bending me back over the bed and lifting my skirt. He ripped my panties off and then I heard him unbuckling his pants and then they were hitting the floor. I didn’t have anymore time to think before I felt him slipping inside me.

“Ahn…yes!” I moaned at the feeling.

Napoleon began to thrust, leaning down over me, continuing to kiss me even as he tore my blouse off, allowing him to plant kisses over my back. “You’re…so beautiful…and you feel so good…” He murmured against my skin between thrusts. 

“Mmmnn…yes…ah…Napoleon…” I moaned as I felt that white hot heat building up inside me, winding tight like a coil before finally snapping and sending me over the edge.

Napoleon soon joined me in release, spilling inside me.

I had just started to catch my breath when Napoleon suddenly flipped me over onto my back. He practically tore off the rest of his clothes and mine before throwing my ankles up over his shoulders. I was moaning as he once again slid inside me and began to pound me into the bed,

Again and again, we changed positions as his hands mapped my body and his lips lavished me in affection. Both of us finding release multiple times. I had honestly lost count. I had just rolled over, from having ridden him, lying on my back and panting as I tried to catch my breath.

Napoleon leaned over and kissed my shoulder delicately. “Mmm, I love you.” He murmured.

I smiled. “I love you, too.” I was then turning to look out the window, taking note of the position of the sun. “Oh…it’s getting late. I should go finish my chores…” I had started to get up, but Napoleon grabbed me by the wrist.

I turned to look at him, a questioning look on my face. “Napoleon?”

“Where do you think you’re going, nunuche?” He asked, a devilish grin on his face.

“What…”

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.” Napoleon said as he tugged on my wrist and pulled me back into bed, his hands moving to my hips and bringing them to meet his own so that he was once again sliding inside me.

“Mmm…Nap-Napoleon…” I moaned. It appeared my emperor wouldn’t be letting me go for at least the rest of the day…chores could always be done later…tomorrow perhaps…or maybe the day after…I might not be able to walk tomorrow.

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[eventinelysplayground]

A Little Nudge.

This story was inspired by an idea from @yanderepuck and @fang-and-feather, @onegianthotmess you also thought it was interesting. I pull a tiny bit from the very recently released your choice story they released but as usual you don't have to have read it to enjoy it's just a nice tie in. I will be writing an abridged smuttier version from MC's pov later as my smut inspiration has dwindled atm and this was already long. Worried about his friend Comte (with help) decides to use Leonardo's family and jealousy to try and give him the final push he needs to finally bite Mitsuki. WC approx 3635 and I used a cute page divider by @cafekitsune in it to give the eyes a break.

Leonardo walked down the hallway and knocked on Comtes door.

“Yes?”

Leonardo entered his friend's room making sure the door was closed before he spoke.

“Cara Mia said you were looking for me this morning, said you looked unhappy.”

“Yes but I don't think I looked unhappy.”

Leonardo had known Comte a long time and he could tell by now when he was faking that smile. Was a bit jealous too that Mitsuki knew him well enough to pick up on it too.

“What's going on?”

“I didn't want to mention it but it's just getting out of hand again.”

Leonardo took the thick stack of letters Comte handed him and sighed while sitting down on the sofa.

They've started writing again? What the hell do they want from me now?

Leonardo broke the seal on the top letter and skimmed its contents. He got through about half the pile before he stood up and tossed them into the fireplace.

“I take it their contents were the same as always?”

Leonardo ignored Comte and lit the fireplace.

I knew they'd never give up bothering me completely. Too obsessed with getting more purebloods and increasing ‘family prestige’ but so soon, and trying to convince me to take a pureblood mistress? They really don't care about anything or anyone else, those narcisistico…

“Are you really that surprised?”

Leonardo turned his attention from the fireplace to Comte.

“I don't know your family well but from what little I do know about them it's hardly surprising to me that they haven't given up.”

Ya, maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part that they'd finally leave me alone.

“It's what was in the letters that was surprising.”

“Oh?”

“Mainly they want me to take on a pureblood mistress now, even a good candidate.”

“That sounds very hypocritical of them.”

“Esattamente…do me a favor, don't mention this to Mitsuki. The last thing I want is for her to hear about all of this.”

“Of course, you have my word as a gen…”

Comte's words were cut off by a soft knock on the door followed by Mitsukis voice.

“Comte, I have something for you.”

Leonardo sat back down on the couch and wrapped his arms along the back of it as if nothing had happened.

“Come in Cherie.”

“Oh Leonardo, I can come back later if…”

“No need to Cara Mia we were done talking.”

“Oh, okay then.”

Leonardo watched as Mitsuki studied him for a moment before turning her attention to Comte.

“This was just hand delivered for you, there's one for you too Leonardo.”

Leonardo kept his gaze on Mitsuki as she handed Comte an envelope then fished another out of her pocket and handed it to him.

This is Adams seal, probably an invitation to some damn party of his.

“Leonardo, is everything alright?”

I knew those eyes of yours were trouble, but I don't want you finding out about any of this. I don't want you worrying about anything, I just want to see you smile.

“Well Cherie it looks like we need to get you a new dress!”

“What?”

“This is an invitation to a party Friday night from a mutual friend. We don't have a lot of time, I'll make an appointment with my friend for tomorrow morning so be ready to leave after breakfast.”

“But we haven't even decided if we're going yet!”

“Of course you'll attend, if not with Leonardo then with me. I can't let an opportunity to dress you up go to waste.”

Libertino, but it's a good way to distract her for a while.

“It's fine Cara Mia, you know how much he likes to play dress up.”

“Really? You don't mind going?”

“It gives me a chance to show off my stunning wife in a beautiful dress, then the fun of taking you out of it.”

Leonardo grinned as he watched Mitsukis face turn a bright shade of red.

I love the expressions you make, how even now I can make you blush like that. You have no idea how crazy you drive me.

“Then it's settled, you best go and inform Sebastian now so he can make any preparations he needs to.”

“Right, of course. I'll see you both later then.”

Leonardo waited until Mitsuki left to let out a sigh and glare at Comte.

“This is when you say thank you Leonardo.”

“Hehe I'll thank you after I see how hard her dress is to get off.”

***Friday Night***

Leonardo was in a foul mood, he had been ever since his discussion with Comte. As if the letters and having to attend the party weren't bad enough, he barely had a minute alone with Mitsuki since. If it wasn't more work around the mansion it was something to do with her dress, a dress that Leonardo hated. Oh it looked good on her, it fit her like a glove and showed off her best assets just enough but it was too much to his old friends taste for comfort, and the laced back! He'd almost put up a fight over it when he first saw her but when she turned to face him and he saw her bright smile he just melted. Add to it all the compliments she got from Comte and the others as well as all the other men stealing glances at her and he was past jealous.

“Leonardo, I'm honored you came. I know balls aren't exactly your thing, and your lovely wife! It's a pleasure to see you again.”

Adam inclined his head towards them and Leonardo slipped his arm around Mitsuki's waist pulling her close.

“Adam, it's been a while. Nice party you've thrown.”

Just then a woman came along and took Adams' arm.

“Excellent timing my dear, this is an old friend of mine Leonardo…”

“Leonardo? I must say I've heard plenty about you but never thought I'd get the chance to meet you. And this must be your wife, the human woman, how cute is she!”

Scusa? You make it sound like she's my pet or something you…

“Well I think we've taken up enough of your time for now, please enjoy yourselves.”

Leonardo kept his eyes on Adam and his wife as they walked into the crowd. Just as he was wondering what the hell was going on with this week Mitsuki gently placed her hand over his. He looked down at her and she was staring at him like she could see right through him.

“Are you okay? If you don't want to stay we can…”

“I'll be fine Cara Mia, I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. I’ll go get us a drink and then how about a dance?”

There it is, I love your smile. I've said it before but I'll do anything to keep seeing that smile.

“Really, okay then!”

“Wait here like a good girl for me okay.”

Leonardo couldn't help himself and planted a quick kiss to Mitsukis forehead then headed for the punchbowl. Before he could reach it though an acquaintance of Comtes stopped him and insisted on talking.

This guy just keeps on going. He’d probably talk me to death if….what the hell is he doing here?

Leonardo had caught sight of Mitsuki. She was talking to a tall man with dark hair Leonardo knew all too well.

“Scusa but my wife seems to be trying to get my attention.”

Leonardo knew his tone was harsh but all he cared about was getting back to Mitsuki. As he got closer he started to hear snippets of their conversation.

“I'm very happy with Leonardo.”

“Well if you're happy just being a distrazione momentanea who is anyone to tell you differently.”

Quello stronzo è fortunato che siamo in pubb…

“Cesare.”

Leonardo saw Mitsuki flinch at the harsh lilt to his voice while a haughty grin spread across Cesare’s face.

“Ahh Leonardo, I was just getting acquainted with your wife. I have to say she certainly smells divine.”

“Watch your mouth Cesare or…”

Leonardo placed himself in front of Mitsuki blocking her from the other man's sight which only made his grin wider.

“Cara Mia I want you to go find Comte and wait with him until I'm done here.”

Leonardo glanced over his shoulder at Mitsuki.

Please Cara Mia. I don't want you near this guy any longer, just go find Comte like a good girl.

As if she had read his mind Mitsuki nodded her head and began to walk away.

“It was nice meeting you, Cara Mia.”

You're pushing it too far…you trying to get me to punch you?

“Her figure’s not bad, better in motion certainly. I wonder just how ‘good’ she is?”

“I swear to God Cesare I don't care where we are if you say anything else…”

“You'll what Leonardo? Kill me? We both know that's not possible or we would have done it by now. Besides, am I really the one you should be worrying about?”

“Scusa?”

“I know you Leonardo, much as I dislike admitting it I know you better than most and that dress isn't your taste or style and from her fidgeting I doubt it's hers either. So it must be someone else's, and the colors complement Comtes outfit quite well.”

Damn, you would notice that wouldn't you. I've always hated how observant you were.

“Don't scowl at me like that, think of it as a friendly warning from your cousin.”

“Fine, say you're right, just what is it you're doing here?”

“I came along with an invited guest, seemed a good enough way to spend the evening.”

“You know that's not what I meant.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment, two eerily similar sets of golden eyes searching each other before Cesare shrugged.

“When I saw you I became curious, it's been hundreds of years since we've seen each other. I must say nothing much seems to have changed, bit disappointing really. The familia will be happy to hear it though.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“That you're the same as ever and they worried for nothing. You did manage to send them all into a mild panic when they heard you were marrying a human. Nonno had to remind them it was just a matter of time before she would die and you got over this human obsession for good. Zia wasn't so sure, worried you would just bite her. Can you believe it! I laughed so hard I nearly collapsed! You committing to anything for more than a handful of years, it's ridiculous. I told her there was nothing to worry about because you don't have the conviction or courage for it and clearly I was right.”

I don't have the courage for it? Can't say you're entirely wrong there. Guess it was your big mouth that encouraged them to start sending letters again.

“They'll be happy to know I was right and then after you've got this little fetish out of the way you can conduct yourself properly.”

“What did you jus…”

“Leonardo.”

Leonardo's words halted and the command and malice in Cesare's voice.

“You've had more than enough time to play around and indulge yourself. Once she’s gone you will do as our familia tells you, glare all you want but it's not going to change. Like I said, you're still a coward when it really matters and that will never change.”

Leonardo clenched his fist at his side.

“You best run along now before your friend steals your plaything out from under you.”

Cesare inclined his head and Leonardo turned to see Comte and Mitsuki laughing and dancing together.

Normally I don't care if you want to flirt with her but not tonight old friend. My heart and my ego can't take any more.

Leonardo made his way over to the edge of the dance floor waiting for the music to finish. As soon as it was over he took Mitsuki by the hand and pulled her close to him.

“Leonardo?”

“Come on Cara Mia we're going home.”

“Oh okay.”

Don't look so sad Cara Mia

“Already Leonardo, you haven't been here very long?”

“If I stay any longer there may be an incident.”

“What happened, is there anything I can do?”

“I already took care of it, let's go home.”

Comte watched as Leonardo led Mitsuki out of the ballroom and once they were out of sight he headed over to a quiet corner of the ballroom.

“Bonsoir Comte, I was just telling Adam here what a delightful evening this has been.”

“Just what exactly did you do Cesare?”

“Don't worry Comte, I mostly followed your rules.”

“Honestly I'm surprised you even agreed to help us.”

“Even though it was my idea I have to agree, I thought you hated Leonardo.”

“You thought right, I only agreed to help you because it benefits me. Leonardo had always been the favorite when we were children and even being a bastard they had high hopes for him. As he grew older though that changed and they started focusing on me. They never could entirely give up on him though, even now that he's running around with some human plaything.”

“I do hope you didn't really call her that.”

“Not to her face. Look, the point is if he turns her then that's it, the familia will have no choice but to give up on Leonardo adding anything meaningful and I get to keep everything that's rightfully mine.”

“No wonder Leonardo stopped dealing with you, you all sound so… charming.”

“Oh we're all assholes, I just don't hide it. Why you and Comte are doing this as his friends is beyond me.”

“Because we're worried for him. Mitsuki was ill back in the winter and Leonardo was beside himself. If he ever loses her…”

“Plus he seems to be wavering in his conviction slightly. A little nudge won't hurt anything.”

“You certainly like to meddle in others' lives don't you Comte? This will be your only shot so I suggest praying it works.”

As soon as the carriage door shut Leonardo pulled Mitsuki into his lap.

“You alright Cara Mia?”

“I'm fine. Who was that man Leonardo?”

I knew that was coming. You're going to worry all night if I don't tell you but you'll just be upset if I do.

“I'm sorry if I upset you, he said he was a very old friend of yours and he didn't seem to be lying…”

Don't blame yourself Cara Mia, none of this is your fault.

“You're right, Cesare is a lot of things but he's not a liar.”

Leonardo leaned his head back against the seat and sighed.

“We’ve known each other since we were little, used to play together and get into all sorts of trouble.”

Leonardo saw the confusion on Mitsukis face, he pulled her closer and kissed her softly on the lips.

“As we got older we grew further apart and it stayed that way until the day I cut ties with my familia.”

“He's family?”

Leonardo let out a self-deprecating chuckle before he noticed Mitsuki's falling expression.

“Don't take everything that he said so seriously Cara Mia.”

“You're the one that said he never lies.”

“Doesn't mean he can't be wrong.”

Leonardo looked into Mitsukis eyes, normally they were so bright and full of happiness but right now all he could see in them was sadness.

“Frowns don't suit you.”

Leonardo ran his fingers through Mitsukis hair then pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. He licked along her lower lip and as her lips parted he pushed his tongue forward seeking out hers. Leonardo felt her hands on his chest and then he heard her soft moans. Leonardo broke the kiss and whispered huskily into her ear.

“I can't take you how I want here so be a good girl and wait just a little longer.”

Leonardo grinned at her nod.

When they reached the mansion Leonardo took Mitsuki straight to his room. He locked the door while shrugging off his jacket then he pulled her to him, capturing her lips in a forceful needy kiss.Ever since I met you it's like I've been caught up in a storm, god what you do to me Cara Mia.

“Let's get this dress off you.”

Leonardo kissed Mitsukis ear then made his way slowly down her neck while his agile fingers worked at undoing the laces of her dress.

“Leonardo…”

Leonardo felt Mitsukis arms snake around his neck and one of her hands twine in his hair as she pulled his head closer to her. He let out a low moan and ripped the rest of the laces then yanked her dress down.

“Sorry about your dress but I can't wait any longer.”

Leonardo quickly stripped off their remaining clothes and finally had Mitsuki laying naked beneath him. He ran one of his big hands slowly down her body enjoying the feel of her soft skin, delighting in the sight of her growing needy and wanton at his touch. As his hand traced along her thigh he felt her hips buck.

“Don't…tease me…”

Leonardo spread her thighs apart pushing one of her legs up. He planted a soft kiss to her knee then made his way down towards her center while his fingers slid into her wet core.

“Mmm! Nngh!”

“Keep moaning like that and I could get lost in you.”

Leonardo moved his fingers deeper inside as his lips reached her sweet spot. He watched her throw her head back in pleasure while her hips bucked against him.

“Leonar…ahhh!”

Leonardo pulled his head back, his fangs had descended and he was on the verge of losing control from it all.

I can't lose control, I won't..

"you don't have the conviction or courage for it."

Leonardo let out a low growl at the intrusive memory and then he found himself staring into Mitsukis eyes. Those bright eyes were so full of love and desire for him and he found himself remembering a recent passionate night.

IF I was going to bite you, where would you want those waves of pleasure to splash down?

If you were the one biting me, I'm sure anywhere would feel good.

Are you telling me I have carte blanche to do whatever I want?

For the most part…

Leonardo slid his fingers out and Mitsuki whined in displeasure.

Sorry Cara Mia but I need you to be able to think as clearly as you can right now.

“Mitsuki look at me, do you remember what we talked about a few weeks ago?”

Leonardo waited as Mitsuki propped herself up on her elbows and her eyebrows knit together in concentration. Wanting to hurry her memory along he opened his mouth wide so she could see his fangs before he placed another kiss on her thigh.

“I remember.”

“Do I still have carte blanche?”

“Do whatever you want with me, Leonardo.”

Leonardo studied Mitsuki for a moment, looking for any sign of hesitation or concern. When he didn't find any, a mischievous grin lit up his face. He got back on top of Mitsuki and kissed her more passionately then he ever had before as he thrust himself inside her. As their hips moved together he watched her head fall back against the pillows and a breathy moan escaped her lips.

“It only hurts for a moment Cara Mia, are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Leonardo kissed his way down her neck and collarbone to the swell of her breast and then he pierced her skin and sunk his fangs in deep. Her blood tasted better than he ever imagined and it felt so warm as it coated his tongue and traveled down his throat. Mitsuki screamed out his name as she wrapped her arms around his broad back. Her skin was hot and he felt her walls tighten and spasm around him as the climax hit her hard.

“I love you Leonardo.”

Hearing those words Leonard thrust deeper into her before breaking his hold on her breast as his own climax hit.

“I love you too Cara Mia, for eternity.”

Leonardo saw Mitsuki smile at him briefly before her eyes fluttered shut. He licked his lips clean of her blood then ran his tongue over where he had bitten her before moving to lay beside her. Leonardo held Mitsuki for a long time before getting up, dressed and heading to the balcony. Half way through his cigarillo he heard familiar footsteps behind him.

“How was the rest of the party?”

“The usual.”

“Interesting choice of words.”

Leonardo blew out a puff of smoke and stared at his old friend.

“Comte”

“Yes Leonardo?”

“I've been thinking. All this week seems like things just kept happening to get me riled up, the letters from my familia, all the time you and Cara Mia we're spending together, the extra housework.”

Leonardo moved to stand beside Comte.

“Then tonight Cara Mia's all dressed up to your liking, complimenting your colors when I happen to run into Cesare. It all seems a little too coincidental now that my blood lust is gone.”

It was subtle but Leonardo saw Comte flinch slightly and he smiled a wry smile before stomping out his cigarillo.

“I better get back. I want to be there when she wakes up, see if she smiles at me the way she did before she closed her eyes.”

Leonardo heard Comte let out a relieved sigh as he walked towards the door. Just as his hand reached for the doorknob Comte called out to him.

“This is when you say thank you Leonardo.”

Leonardo let out a chuckle.

“Not with how tedious that dress was to get off.”

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[lorei-writes]

Okay! Not sending this in the "I want you to write it way" unless you actually want to but more in the "I just have to share this because it's taking up too much brain space" kind of way.

Okay, so, Napoleon centred crack oneshot (extremely self indulgent so don't mind that) where mc takes all of the residents to Egypt for whatever reason because plot convenience and does not want Napoelon to come along because Egypt campaign and everything and, after a lot of bribery and a few tears and one mc because weak to puppy dog eyes, is convinced to let him come along under the condition that he needs to not fall out of a Tok tok (a three wheeled vehicle we have in Egypt that goes really fast because the drivers don't care about the speed limit) going as fast as possible around a roundabout (I do not recommend, I could not feel my legs for a solid few hours after doing this very same thing) and it's all just filled with a lot of screaming, a surprisingly proud mc because Napoleon isn't weak and would probably manage because he isn't an idiot (mostly) and ends with a weird kind of fluff where mc treats him to crepes and nice Egyptian desserts ✨

I promise that this makes sense in my head

Anyways, take care of yourself and remember to drink water and eat actual foods 💜✨

I hope you are aware that it's been almost TWO DAMN YEARS, but. But. I said I would. SO I FUCKING WILL.

Enter at your own risk.

Napoleon Gen Fic Crack

Content Warnings: none

Thoughts: also none

"No!" Mitsuki roars, quite unamused by the entire situation. Suitcases have been packed, Arthur has -- somewhat successfully -- managed to condition himself to deal better with sun (ah, those Englishmen and their sulky weather -- they do fry fast!), Sebastian has prepared a bathtub-worth of soothing lotion. Everything neatly in order, everything ready for them to depart. However, one obstacle remains. And he was not Bon a(bout) part(e)ing.

"No!" Mitsuki roars, quite unamused by the entire situation. Suitcases have been packed, Arthur has -- somewhat successfully -- managed to condition himself to deal better with sun (ah, those Englishmen and their sulky weather -- they do fry fast!), Sebastian has prepared a bathtub-worth of soothing lotion. Everything neatly in order, everything ready for them to depart.

However, one obstacle remains. And he was not Bon a(bout) part(e)ing.

"Mitsuki, I promise, I'll be good."

"EGYPT CAMPAIGN, 'LEON. EGYPT. CAMPAIGN."

"And Syria," Napoleon mutters, fiddling with his thumbs.

"Did you say anything?" she presses, positively ready to bite. (Reverse vampirism, if you will; or perhaps rabies -- that much is still unclear; vampire-transferred rabies?).

"I don't want to be --"

"You don't want to be?!"

"HOME ALONE!"

Oh, there it is again! And he is not even aware of all the risk of the potential thieves, and the seasonal-hallmark-movie-bestowed duty of having to meticulously set up ever-increasingly-ridiculous traps! What is there to complain about?!

Mitsuki groans.

Mitsuki gasps.

Mitsuki grabs her own head in her very own hands, and tears at her hair. At this rate, she'll either go white or bald. "FINE," she shouts. "COMTE. CREDIT CARD."

"... Ma cherie?"

"CASH."

"... Why?" Not that he is not ready to spoil her at any time, but now, this is a little abrupt.

"I need a toktok, a roundabout, an Egyptian driver, cushioned walls, and a glue trap. ON YESTERDAY."

Leonardo covers his mouth.

***

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [redacted] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [insert more "AAA"]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [some more "AAAAA", don't be shy]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[now in bold too]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[give Napoleon a wave!] AaaaAAAaaaaAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaAAAaaaAAAAA!," Napoleon shouts. Nevertheless, he bravely, heroically even clings to his seat. He can't feel his feet -- no, scratch that, his entire legs -- and his hands. For all he knows, his fingers may be bleeding. Or sweating. Both profusely. The experience is nothing like anything he has ever experienced before. Not even the attempted invasion on Russia.(Arguably because of the seasonal mismatch, but this poor narrator does not have enough credibility to judge that much).

And there he is. Victorious, at last.

Napoleon falls face-first into dust. Comte did not have enough time to introduce asphalt roads to XIX century France. (The construction crews were all booked until the end of July). He lifts his gaze, Mitsuki staring down at him with stern eyes.

"You pass," she sniffs, a singular crystal-clear and mountain-spring-cool tear rolling down from the corner of her eye. "Come now, we shall dine."

"Mitsuki?" Napoleon asks.

"Crepes first, 'Leon. The dessert comes last," Arthur shouts from below one hundred layers of sunscreen. Very well. If the ghost of the mansion says so, that must be the law.

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I'd say I'm sorry, but I don't enjoy lying.

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[scummy-writes]

╰❧ About

Hello, please call me Scum! If that is too direct for you, you can call me Scummy as an alternative.

I am 28, I go by she/her pronouns, and I use this blog to post my fanfiction as well as my general fandom ramblings and such. I am primarily interested in Ikevamp and Ikepri, though I generally like other eng cybird games as well.

I am pretty explicit at times, and primarily write smut, so I do not want minors following me.

My main account is @strawberry-scum. I do not recommend following it, however if you want to properly block me, you need to block that account as well as this one.

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✧ I enjoy gentle femdom, and so loose aspects of that (if the fanfic is not centered on that) will sometimes pop up

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✧ Due to liking Gilbert, I'm now able to have a character I feel like I can explore kinks and themes that I felt like I couldn't with Isaac. Unfortunately, Isaac is the outlier in my normal flavor of faves from before the cybirdie games.

(I will not write noncon)

✧ Always happy to answer qs about my fics or blog

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✧ I am unsure of how others view me, but I am rather anxious and shy, so I often do not talk to people. Love to talk to others!! I do not mind (polite) asks and such.

✧ I can't figure out tone often with the use of anon, and in general I don't do well with 'overfamiliar rudeness' with people I do not know. So please no playfully rude messages on anon...

✧ I treat everyone as equally as possible. More specifically I do not believe there are '#1 fans' of charas, I don't think a follower count = fandom respect levels, etc etc.

✧ I've had this blog since 2017, and I've been writing for longer than that. I like being creative, even if I struggle a lot. I am lucky enough to have my writing in a physical zine, and that is gouda enough for me.

✧ I consider this a writing AND fandom blog, and that is why I will make posts about fandom, as well as the games I enjoy, beside my writing. Unfortunately I am more than just my writing, so my blog will reflect that!

✧ A lot of my interests outside of these games deal with horror and heavier themes, so this is primarily why I don't recommend following my main!! I rb horror fanart sometimes and have more personal posts on there.

✧ I used to create for My*me, but I no longer wish to participate with that fandom. If you ever have specific questions regarding my fanfics from that time, feel free to ask, but keep in mind I may not always want to answer.

─── •✧ Last Updated 02202023

#may be updated in future #about

[natimiles]

Come a Little Closer | Chapter 3

Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Words: 3071

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, just to make it more clear; Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simping over you.

It’s been a few days and you could see Mozart was trying to respect your boundaries. He still complained sometimes, but didn’t sit in between you and Arthur or cleaned your hands when you touched. A tiny progress, but one nonetheless.

As dinner time approached, you were relieved that MC was there to help Sebastian. It was nice having another person around, you’d be late in assisting the butler otherwise. You were certain he didn’t mind managing the entire mansion alone before, but he appreciated the assistance. You were entrusted with cleaning and organizing the parlor. How these vampires managed to make such a mess with their mere presence in a room was astounding! Putting the last deck of cards in its place, you hummed contently, your hands on your hips while you proudly looked around. Too bad it’d probably last for only a day.

“So you’re here,” Mozart said, only his head peeking into the room. He never set foot inside the parlor and apparently had no intention of changing that statistic. “Are you busy?”

“Hey, Moz,” you said, turning and walking over to him. “No, I just finished here. Do you need something?”

“Yes, I need you to listen to this song and tell me what you think.” He allowed you space to exit the room and close the door behind you. “Can you help me, or are you going to help Sebastian with dinner now?”

“MC is with Sebastian today, so I can help you.”

“Great!” He smiled widely — or as widely as he could.

Arriving at his music room, he sat at his piano bench, and you dragged your own bench to his side. Mozart had asked Comte to buy you one, as you spent a lot of time there with him. The patron ended up buying you a piano as well, even though you just wanted a place to sit. You closed your eyes, listening intently to every note he played until it softly ended.

“I really like it,” you said and smiled. “But if your face is any indication, there’s something you’re not liking.”

“Yes, there’s a part that doesn’t sound good enough. Can you guess?”

“Mmmm, knowing you, I think you don’t like this one,” you pointed to the sheet music. He nodded. “Well, it’s all really good for me. I think you could play it in your next performance even.”

“You always say it’s good.”

“And you keep asking for my opinion,” you both chuckled. “But I mean it everytime.”

A soft knock on the door interrupted your little chat. “Herr Mozart?” MC called from outside.

The musician huffed before saying, “Yes?”

The door opened just a bit, and she peeked inside the room with a soft smile on her face. “Hey, YN, you’re here too. I came to tell that dinner will be ready in 10 minutes.”

“Thank you, MC,” you said. 

The woman gave you a thumbs up and closed the door. Through your peripheral vision, you could see that Mozart wasn’t pleased. His music room was even more sacred than his own bedroom; he didn’t like others in there. He was already upset that the new guest was the one delivering meals and interrupting him on a daily basis. He had even considered stopping his compositions to attend all the meals in the dining room, just to avoid having her there.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to be nice, you know.”

“Are you gonna start with that again?” He sighed. 

“Well, yeah! MC is helping everyone and she’s always kind to you. Why can’t you treat her the same?”

“I don’t like her.”

“You didn’t like me when I arrived. Hell, I broke a glass of rouge on your crystal-clear white floor on my first week here! You almost killed me that day, but here we are now.”

He chuckled softly, as if recalling a fond memory. “You were quite a nuisance, but I don’t know, you showed me you were a good person. And you gave me all those chocolates, so I forgave you for the mess you made here.”

“Chocolate maniac,” you teased, poking his ribs. “But seriously, you gave me a chance. Can’t you give one to her?”

“I don’t trust her.”

“You didn’t trust me before.”

“She has no self-preservation,” he said, crossing his arms. He looked like a child throwing a tantrum. “She followed a stranger, without even knowing his name or where he was going.”

You deadpanned at him. “Are you serious right now?”

“Ugh! She’s insufferable.”

“She’s my friend,” you gave him your best pout. “If I trust her, can’t you too?”

“Are you trying to use my love for you to convince me?”

“Yes. Is it working?” 

“It would work better if your ability to judge people weren’t clouded by your relationship with Doyle.”

“I’ll humbly accept you calling him by his last name instead of any curse,” you said with a smile. “But seriously, can’t you try? For meeee?” You grabbed his hands in yours and gave him your best puppy-dog eyes, blinking at him.

“You really have to stop doing it,” he said with an annoyed sigh, but you knew he was caving in.

“We can go out, I’ll be there to help you… We can double date! That way you’ll see Arthur is not as bad as you think either.” 

“What’s a double date?”

xxx

Could you have explained to your brother what a double date really was? Yes. Did you? No. 

You just told him that you, Arthur, him and MC would go out to a coffee shop. Your little sibling charm worked wonderfully, or maybe it was because you said he could keep an eye on you and Arthur… He agreed too quickly when you said that. The important thing is that he agreed, but you’d have to sit by his side in the carriage, to help with his anxiety; he almost asked for you to hold his hand, but he didn’t want the other two asking stupid questions. The ride downtown was unusually quiet, interrupted only by your sporadic comments about the differences between the past and the future with MC. Your boyfriend sulked throughout the ride because he wanted you by his side, yearning for the moments when he could wrap his arms around you.

“Wow, this place is lovely,” MC exclaimed with a wide smile, her eyes twinkling as she took in the place. 

It was a small and discreet coffee shop, but really comfy. The exposed brick walls, the wooden flooring, the turquoise counter on the back (filled with all kinds of treats), plush armchairs aligned around white-round wooden tables and the warm light provided by the chandeliers... It all created the perfect setting for a cozy date.

“I know, right?” you said with the same expression. “You should eat their chocolates, it’s divine!”

“There’s chocolate?” Mozart asked, trying to sound nonchalant but you saw the glint in his eyes.

You guided everyone to a table in the corner and pulled Arthur to sit by your side. Mozart didn’t want to be near the writer, so he quickly sat by your other side. It was good, he could directly glare at Arthur in this disposition. You four ordered and you tried to bite back a laugh when Mozart ordered every chocolate dessert he laid his eyes on the menu.

“You like chocolates, Herr Mozart?”

“What other reason would I order it?” he said curtly. 

You pinched his arm under the table and muttered, “Be nice.” Arthur stifled a laugh supporting his chin on the palm of his hand.

Mozart glared at you and your boyfriend, but decided to answer MC appropriately to make you stop bothering him. “It’s good with coffee.” 

You wouldn’t let him maintain that kuudere personality or whatever it was, not today. You had a mission, and you’d complete it!

“Yes, he does!” You interjected with a smile, pretending to study the menu to avoid noticing the glare he directed your way. “We can say I bought his love with chocolates.”

“Mmm, I can understand that,” MC laughed. “I love chocolates too. I used to make and sell them to help pay for college.”

The chocolates piqued Mozart’s interest, but he refused to show it or say anything, annoyed for being dragged there and the people chatting loudly. 

“Oh, that’s nice! What did you study?” you asked.

“I have a degree in Tourism,” she said. “I had a travel blog and ran an agency in the future. Well, sort of an agency, since it was just me.”

“What is… all that?” Arthur asked curiously. Mozart was curious too, but he’d refuse to ask anything to her.

“Well, in my degree, I studied the world, the countries and their cultures, to put it simply. And a blog is like a diary, but one that everyone can read.”

“Why would you have a diary that everyone can read?” The musician blurted out, unable to hold his tongue, apparentlyt.

“It’s not for personal matters,” she giggled. “I wrote about my trips. For example, before coming here, I was on a trip to Paris. When I got home, I’d write about the sightseeing, good restaurants, and the hotel I stayed in. Then, whoever was interested in that would contact me, and my travel agency would help them to travel there.”

“You must speak lots of languages!” You beamed at her.

“Yes and no,” she giggled. “I know the basics of some, just so I don’t get into trouble on my trips.”

“Which ones do you speak?”

If Mozart was sure of something, it was that you, Arthur and MC talked a lot. His head was spinning and you three didn’t seem like ending this conversation anytime soon. When the four of you walked out of the coffee shop, he thought it was time to go back to the mansion, but you weren’t satisfied yet.

Walking side by side in the streets, you pointed out every place you thought MC would like: the sightseeing spots, the good stores, and where you and Sebastian bought food. At times, you’d turn to Arthur for guidance, considering he had been a resident longer than you. Excitedly, you gestured towards the square plaza and tugged at your boyfriend’s arm, dragging him to a group of people gathered around a man playing a violin. In your excitement, you left the other two behind. You were so enthralled by the people dancing that you didn’t notice MC was distracted, gazing at a window shop.

She was looking at jewelry, enchanted by their beauty, which shimmered in the sunset light. They were so different from the ones in her own time. When she turned around to call you, she realized you weren’t nearby anymore.

“They are dancing over there,” Mozart said. He didn’t like being left alone with MC and thought about going home alone, but he felt a twinge of guilt when he noticed her looking as though she might panic, thinking she was left behind.

She startled when she heard him, thinking she was all alone and lost. She turned around quickly to look at him and then where he pointed with his head. “Wow, that’s a lot of people! I suppose you stayed back to avoid being too close or touched by anyone,” she said. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and she added, “YN and Sebastian told me you don’t like people touching you.”

“I don’t like people I don’t trust touching me. There’s a difference.”

“I suppose,” she smiled. “Not exactly what I heard from Mozart in my time.”

He scoffed and crossed his arms. “I know,” he said, looking at where you were dancing. Your request echoed in his mind, and he let out a low groan. What you wouldn’t ask for with a smile, that he wouldn’t do crying; or whatever the saying goes. “Sebastian and YN have told me about it. It’s really strange, the things you people have made up about my life.”

“At least you really are a good musician.”

“Good?” he asked, sounding a little offended.

“Well,” she said, prolonging the word. She put her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels. He fixed an intense gaze on her, and she couldn’t bite back a laugh. “You don’t have to kill me with your eyes, Herr Mozart. You’re an excellent musician, the best I know.”

“You ruined it a little, because I think you don’t know other musicians.” The smug smile on his face was a new sight for her. She was only accustomed to seeing him grimacing, frowning, or rolling his eyes. It was a pleasant change, she wouldn’t deny.

“Now you’ve got me,” she said with a smile. “But it’s still the truth.”

Mozart and MC chatted without realizing it. She shared details about her life, her likes and dislikes. He talked — he talked —  about his music and his desire to compose a masterpiece. You and Arthur watched from a distance, grinning. If it took you two a little longer to reunite with them and return to the mansion, it was purely coincidental.

xxx

MC should’ve seen this coming. She had decided to make some chocolates to thank Mozart for keeping her company the other day. So, when she, you, and Sebastian went downtown to buy some things, she asked where she could buy what she needed to make those chocolates. However, the sweet aroma was too strong and enticing for everyone else in the mansion, even though they just had breakfast. They all asked for some, and she ended up making more than she had initially planned. 

She finished cleaning everything, after all, she wouldn’t leave the kitchen in such a filthy state, and filled a tray with chocolates, organizing them as best as she could. She looked at the little box beside it, took a deep breath, and then grabbed it, leaving the kitchen. She didn’t know why she was doing it; she just felt like thanking Mozart somehow, as he had been nice to her a few days earlier. No big reason, she was a kind person. Yes, that was it. Then why was she nervous to know if he’d like it? Was it because she now knew he loved chocolates? Well, that was the main reason she thought about making them, as she was sure he’d like them. But what if he didn’t like hers?

She noticed the music room was unusually quiet when she stopped in front of its door. Was he even inside? She leaned closer to the door, straining to hear any sounds. The only way to be sure was to knock, so that’s exactly what she did.

“Herr Mozart, are you in there?” She asked from outside, not daring to open the door. If he wasn’t there and she entered the room, she’d be in trouble, and he’d complain and glare at her for the rest of her stay in the mansion.

MC heard an indistinct mumble, followed by his answer, “Yes.”

She opened the door and peeked inside, finding him in his usual spot by the piano. Encouraging herself mentally, she closed the door behind her and walked over to him.

“Hi! I, uh, got you something,”  she said, lifting the box to his eye level, mentally cursing her unsteady voice. What was wrong with her? While Mozart could be intimidating, she had never been afraid of him before.

He raised an eyebrow at the small box and then gazed at her without moving a muscle. “And what is that?”

“Chocolate,” she said, a timid smile spreading across her face. His eyes widened and he swiftly snatched the box from her hands and eagerly flipped it open. “I made it myself, like I used to.”

“You made them… for me?” He asked, a light in his eyes that couldn’t be hidden. “Why?”

“'To thank you for the other day. For keeping me company and, um, being nice,” she explained, slightly flustered. He continued staring at the chocolates, so she kept talking. “I was making it for you, but then everyone saw it... Well, Napoleon saw it, and suddenly, everyone knew about it. I ended up having to make extra chocolates for them. Theo sounded like he was threatening me, but YN said it was just his way of saying he’d love to have some, apparently he has a real sweet tooth. I’m actually impressed the news didn’t reach you.”

His gaze turned to her, a little frown on his face. For some reason, he didn’t like knowing everyone was getting chocolates as well or that Theo was… acting too much as himself with her. However, he’d just push this weird feeling aside. “I didn’t leave the music room after breakfast.”

“Ah, then I guess that’s why! I’m actually glad they didn’t spoil the surprise,” she giggled. “Well, I need to go help Sebastian with lunch. Thank you again and I hope you like it.” She bowed a little and went away, leaving Mozart alone.

He looked at the closed door for a few seconds, then turned his gaze back to the blank music sheet and the box in his hands, narrowing his eyes. Picking up one of the chocolates, he analyzed it before taking a tiny bite. His eyes lit up, and he put the rest of the piece in his mouth. He thanked every divine entity that he was alone when he hummed in satisfaction, closing his eyes.

He’d appropriately thank her later, because he had manners, but she didn’t need to know that those were the best chocolates he’d ever eaten, even if he couldn’t understand what was so special about them.

She didn’t need to know he was thinking about the ‘double date’ his sibling arranged. She didn’t need to know that when she knocked on the door, he actually jumped out of his skin and cursed himself for being distracted for so long and unable to compose something, anything. She didn’t need to know he didn’t eat all the chocolates in one sitting, but he saved some for later. She didn’t need to know he was still thinking about how all those vampires were so nosy that she had to make chocolates for them too — and how it made him narrow his eyes even more.

She didn’t need to know he was changing his mind and that she wasn’t that bad after all.

MC in-game understands every pet name they address her, even if it’s in their mother language. She even understands the name of Mozart's owl! And considering she had a travel blog and stuff, she might know at least the basics of lots of languages. If she understands Shakespere talking, she can understand anyone Such a smart cookie 🤍 

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[ikesenwritings]

I saw your hc request open. Can I request for Arthur's babysitting his baby with the ikevamp boy while mc and comte is not home because of some business. Can you start with the scene where mc was at the room getting ready with Arthur and mc ask if he's okay babysitting their babygirl. and add on a scene where Arthur's baby lost when the other was busy with the baby supply and they found her at Mozart's room while he was there playing a lullaby for her. and mc coming back home saw Arthur talking to the baby and went to sleep because of tiredness with mc kissing him ><

A/N: I’m so sorry this took forever!!!! I had a lot of fun writing this one :)

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[HC] Arthur with his baby when MC and Comte are out of the mansion

Content Warnings: None

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m out for the day? Le Comte told me that it was okay to reschedule.”

As she asked Arthur for confirmation for what seemed like the dozenth time that morning, MC was sifting through the drawers, looking for something to bring her outfit all together

“Don’t worry, poppet.”

The writer appeared behind his beloved and dangled a maroon ribbon in front of her face

“I found it,” Arthur whispered and tied a bow into her hair.

His hands then came into view, a gentle caress along her cheeks as Arthur turned MC’s face around and pulled her close to him

A string of kisses as quick as his heart beat for MC on her lips, nose, and forehead

“Like I said, it’s okay. You deserve this. Allow the old man to treat you for the day. God and everyone in this mansion knows just how marvelous you are in everything you do—helping Sebas, raising our beautiful baby, and looking out for this old chap.”

“I guess you are pretty old,” MC quipped, a gentle smile resting on her face.

“Oh, that’s what you chose to take away from my words of encouragement?”

Just then, the sound of their baby crying alerted both parents

“Go, MC. I’m sure Le Comte is waiting for you. I’ve got this.”

After the two bid goodbyes and exchanged quick I love you’s, Arthur took care of his baby girl—a spitting image of her mother, thank the lord, he always thought

It was now the late afternoon, and after six hours of babysitting his own daughter, Arthur looked quite disheveled, almost like he was beginning to lose a game he’s never lost

And we all know, he’s never lost

Just how did MC manage to do this?!

Arthur was always always sure to carry the same amount of weight, if not more at times, when parenting but there were days when he would venture out into the city and when he returned to the mansion?

MC looked fine as a fiddle!

Maybe MC was a little right in having her hesitations, perhaps Arthur needed a little more time before looking after the baby by himself…

But for god’s sake, he was a doctor in his past life!

Surely, Arthur can survive the rest of the day intact, thinking of new ways to entertain the nine-month-old baby and keep her from crying or spitting up or…

CRAWLING AWAY

Oh, guy was in panic mode

Remember when Arthur was always calm and sensible when solving all those mysteries with MC?

Throw that out the door. Far. Away.

Arthur swiftly put the milk down on the kitchen island and hoped that his baby girl would magically appear on the floor even though he’s circled the perimeter of the room five times already

“What in heaven’s name are you doing? Are you trying to catch a rat?”

“Newt, my old boy! I require your assistance. I seemed to have misplaced my daughter…”

“What?!”

“She’s very adept at crawling!”

“Can she crawl up stairs? Or rather down?”

“…I’m not sure…bullocks…”

Picture this: five men—one, who really is about to have a panic attack if they don’t find the baby—in their silly garb scouring the mansion, looking for an adorable little girl

The five men in question: Arthur, Isaac, Vincent, Theo, and Napoleon

“Wait… do you hear that?”

Napoleon stood atop the stairs, his hearing fully dedicated to the goings-on down the long stretch of rooms

“Napoleon, it’s just Mozart,” Theo answered after a moment.

On cue, a string of nonsense in the form of babbling erupted from not too far away, and the boys made a beeline for the musician’s practice room

But with Napoleon, who was leading the march, knew better than to burst into the room like a bunch of Neanderthals, and halted just before Mozart’s door, causing the others to knock into each other like dominos

“You can come in. I heard those obnoxiously loud footsteps coming a mile away.”

Arthur entered the room and relief melted his anxious frame like butter on a pan, a rather audible sigh escaped his lips

There she was

His baby girl sitting on the floor beside the piano, clapping and attempting to sing as Mozart siphoned through his 12 variations of Ah vous dirai-je, Maman

“How long has she been here?!”

“Not long, twenty minutes maybe… she’s quite cute, Arthur. But as politely as I can, get her and all of you out of my practice room.”

“Touchy touchy, Wolfie.”

“Honestly, Arthur, stop bothering the bloke,” Isaac insisted.

By the time MC returned to the mansion, it was half past nine and Arthur was well on his way to passing out

Upon returning to their shared room, MC found Arthur and a wall of pillows barricading their daughter on the bed as he lazily mumbled stories of Kit Holmes, a new character he deemed more admirable than one Sherlock Holmes

MC’s heart could burst at the sight!!

“Arthur, I’m home, my love.”

MC cradled her baby for some time before placing her in the crib, leaving Arthur to fall in and out of sleep as she got ready for bed

When MC finally rested beside her husband, she noted, “You look pretty spent. Did you have an exciting day, Arthur?”

“Mmm, very.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

There was only love in her expression as MC gazed upon Arthur’s face, his closed eyes and slightly parted lips making him look so at peace

She placed a soft kiss on his lips before grinning, “A little birdy told me you lost our daughter in the mansion today?”

Arthur’s eyes shot wide open

“Mozart? No. Leonardo. Those damn pureblood powers of his.”

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Ikevamp OC: Olga of Kiev Prologue introduction:

Just so you know, I try my best to make it long and enjoyable. If there is grammar mistakes, do let me know~! Enjoy!

The rain was watering down a beautiful mansion with pillars and courtyard. The animal grazed around and inside the stables. Chickens clucked as h the ry pecked to and fro. Who could have wonder as in the drawing room is a woman. She was staring down the window, as raindrops trickle down.

Sighing, the lady light blonde hair flowed behind her. Her creamy white lace nightgown trailing behind. Eyes red as roses and cheeks with a hint of life. Her Phoenix eyes half lidded as she trailed through the hall. The vases of Chinese porcelain situated at each side. The purple satin curtains shudder in her presence.

Windows with intricate openings and hard silk fabric covered the walls. The hint of sandalwood incense drizzled out. With the pale woman lightly treading inside.

Soon her eyes sharpen when seeing the content of two letters. One with a stake and rose. Another with feather pen and a waist watch. Stiffly walking forward, as if she had don’t do many times before. Her lithe slender hands picked both letters, skimming as her eyes tighten.

Her lips thinned, with emotions oozing out. Soon a knock was heard, she turned her head to meet another woman.

A tender and small stature in white robes with a shawl. Her black dark purple iridescent hair cascading down. Her lips plump like hearts and apricot eyes. A smile was greeted with a trouble face.

“Chị, it’s night. Why are you so troubled?” The woman face tightened more, “a human girl has entered through Comte’s door.” The other woman eyes widen, but quickly gained composure. “I’m sure he is helping the poor child. Come, it’s time to sleep Olga.”

Olga sighed, placing one dark and neutral letters down. She quickly was ushered to bed. “Have you taken your rogue?” Olga nodded. “Yes, I have. Have you, Ỷ Lan?” Ỷ Lan nodded, “Mn. Sleep, I will take care of the departure. Soon we will meet with Comte.”

Olga sighed, never knowing a human can get through that blasted door of that Frenchman. It will be an interesting event, especially if her great-grand nephew has plans. A dangerous plan, nonetheless a plan.

Hopefully this party will be over, and soon she will see what if this girl. Never knowing a path she never took nor the oath will take.

Introduction to the MC who is referred to MC or you can place your name onto MC if you wish

MC was quietly dusting off the bookshelf, not knowing vampiric noblewomen will enter the mansion. Especially after Vlad and Comte have finally agree to host it over here.

She did note that both purebloods were surprisingly flustered and anxious. Especially Vlad who almost killed Arthur and Charles for messing up one of the decor.

Even Mozart and Jean seem to come out more with Isaac mumbling jittery. Wellington was seen to soar even more with Napoleon and Alexander.

She has even noticed that Sir Worth have even helped Arthur from Vlad tendency

Comte was still ever in his office with Leonardo seen smoking less. Even his room was halfway clean.

MC sighed as she walked down the hall, nodding towards a busy mind Van Gogh. Theo was mumbling with paintings and papers in his arms.

“Theo, do you need help?” The scowling banh Gogh brother turned over to Mc. Sighing, he gruffly nodded. “Any help will do Hondjie. Just need to deliver these to Vincent along with commissions. Now that Sebastian is busy, I have to run some errands quickly.”

MC nodded, quickly taking the content and cradle it securely into her arms. He smirk slightly, patting the woman hand. “Good hondjie, now run along on then.”

Huffing, she rolled her eyes as she went off to Vincent room. As she finally knocked, a muffled come in was said. Vincent face was gruff with concentration and precision, not looking as MC placed the content onto his desk.

She smiled at Brush who chitter to her back. Looking at the portrait were four women, unfinished.

“Who are they, Vincent?” He turned over to smile at the woman. “Not just anyone, these are gifts for our guest.” He went back to painting a eye so red and vibrant. As if the eye of a blonde woman captivated her eyes. Shaking her head as she turned to Vincent. “I’ll be going now, good luck with the painting!”

Vincent hummed a thank back before frowning slightly. As MC closed the door behind her, she noticed that Mozart was rushing with Salieri towards the piano with chocolate in hand. Paying no mind, she continue the hall away before bumping to Sebastian.

Sighing, she quickly did the task at hands for the butler. Rushing down the halls as she went, she almost bumped into a woman.

Just before she could even regain a balance, a hand shot out to balance her. Quickly looking up at a startle woman in a Russian dress.

Eyes vibrant and enticing, lips plumps, and skin as milky as cream. MC eyes snap out of the trance, quickly excusing herself before the regal beautiful woman.

“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry!!!” Bowing multiple times before a chuckle is heard.

“Ah, you must be the girl I’ve heard so many times. Come, take a stroll with this old lady” The middle age women smiled at me. Her eyes twinkling like red sapphires.

MC felt a blush crept up before nodding, unaware of the stares from around the courtyard. Soon a shout was heard, “Babushka!!” Vlad soon strolled out with a wide grin. The sapphire eye woman smiled gently towards the man.

Both the man and woman embraced each other. Vlad noticed MC, smiling sincerely before the woman. “Mc, this is my babushka. Olga of Kiev.”

Olga of kiev?! MC eyes widen at hearing the famed Saint name. “T-the Saint Olga of Kiev?!” Olga chuckled, slightly slapping behind Vlad head. “Yes, I am Olga. I apologize if my greats-grandson has caused any trouble.”

The woman smiled gently at her. MC nodded, tense. Before realizing something. “Isn’t there three more either you your holiness?”

Olga roses an eyebrow at the word holiness before sighing. “I’m nothing holy nor of divinity. As for the other, they’re on their own adventure in the town plaza.”

“Ah.” Olga then looked behind Vlad, “it seems the rest are waiting for us, come join us child. I would like to know you better.” MC nodded as she followed the regal lady with Vlad into the mansion.

Both women not knowing the very fate hiding for them both. Or so told, as the sun was slowly setting down. Three more pairs soon enter the mansion with souvenir. Ỷ Lan smiled, “it seems Olag will not be alone anymore.” The demure woman smiled as Định questioningly looked at her.

Zenobia chuckled, slyly looked at the two. “Well then, Olga shouldn’t be taking the girl all to herself now should she? Let’s make our entrance..ladies~!”

[Part 1 finished…part 2 of the Prologue continues…]

Tagging: @sange-de-romane @pieground @vio-simps-for-purple-characters @evil-quartett @a-chaotic-dumbass @spoopy-fish-writes

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[kazesuke]

I posted 130 times in 2022

That's 30 more posts than 2021!

10 posts created (8%)

120 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 109 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#obey me - 15 posts

#hnnnnng - 15 posts

#obey me lucifer - 13 posts

#ikevamp - 10 posts

#ace attorney - 7 posts

#ikemen vampire - 6 posts

#loki - 6 posts

#jujutsu kaisen - 6 posts

#ikevamp leonardo - 6 posts

#obey me levi - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 80 characters

#reblogging again cos i did get an ask for this but i totally mised it until now!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Nonnie who asked for evil!trio/MC would you like to throw another kink my way? 

Both were taken but we all know I need no excuse to write three/moresomes so I’m gonna write it anyway weeeeee

3 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#4

'Desperate', or any variation! For the ask game!

I did have desperate in some smut but here's some G rated desperate hahah And screw only a sentence, have some context lol

This is from the fic I started of Ema(MC)/Everyone and the how it happened! This section is with Arthur and Vic~

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“Well, Watson~ I believe we’ll find the dastardly author in the kitchen, don’t you~?” She laughed softly to herself and found her way down to the kitchen. “It looks like we were right, Vic!”

Arthur turned, full coffee cup in hand and toffee between his fingers. “Oh? Desperately searching for me, dear Ema?”

She shook her head. “You wish. Vic came to greet me when I came back with Napoleon and well it’s odd for him to leave your side.”

“True,” Arthur stepped closer, turning a stern gaze on Vic. “Now Vic, we both know Ema is rather lovely but it’s just not meant to be, old chap. You’re a dog.” He popped the toffee into his mouth and took Vic out of her arms.

“Arthur!” She huffed, cheeks flushing as she rolled her eyes. “You say that to everyone, I’m sure.”

“I- Vic!” Whatever Arthur had been about to say got lost in Vic wiggling out of his hold and leaping to the floor. Vic seemed to almost give a huff before he disappeared off. “Guess I upset him, see you later, luv.” Arthur cradled his coffee close and disappeared in a whirlwind.

3 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#3

Ask Meme for Kinktober

A little late for the beginning of October but I don’t really have plans for Kinktober this year as I failed so miserably the last two years :( But instead I’ll take the first 31 requests I get in my inbox using the kinks below! 

I will only take one of each but I’ll list more than 31 kinks so feel free to include a backup kink in case something is taken! 

So please include:

a ship (can be canon/canon or canon/reader) or character (if you’d like something solo)

+ kink (and backup kink if you like) 

in an ask! I’ll create a post to list the requests when they start arriving! 

Fandoms: Ikevamp Obey Me SLBP Bleach  MCU Any other fandoms on my AO3

KINKS BELOW

THIS IS NOW FINISHED!!

Combination of any of the above, or free day

Masturbation

Breathplay

Daddy Kink

Fucking Machine

Fisting

Double penetration in one hole 

Sex Toys 

Spanking 

Gags

Pegging 

Deepthroating 

Facesitting 

Praise Kink

Oviposition 

Orgasm Denial

Humiliation 

Frottage 

Sensory Deprivation 

Intercrural Sex 

See the full post

21 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#2

For: @chaosangel767

Pairing; Comte/MC, mutual pining Leonardo/MC and Comte/Leonardo

Rating: E

Content: Vaginal sex, mutual pining, angst

Author’s Notes: I hope you enjoy your gift! 

Their clothes fell away, some fluttering to the ground and some flying who knows where. Each revealing themselves to the other or allowing themselves to be seen made nerves rattle through her.

Warm, large hands, the same ones that would often tossle her hair affectionately, slid over her body. Exploring and tweaking once hidden places, warm breath fanning out across her skin before his mouth set to work.

She groaned at the warmth surrounding her nipple as he sucked and teased, his hand making sure not to leave the other neglected. She held him close, a moqn ripping from her throat as he nipped and soothed.

A gentle bite had his mouth leaving her cold as his hands traced every line and edge of her to meet the wet, slickness between her legs.

"Leonardo, please," Impatience had taken over as she rocked desperately into the teasing stroke of her clit, wanting so desperately to be filled.

His fingers tightened their grip on her trembling hips with a gentle smile up at her. “It’s ok, cara mia, I’ve got you.” His lips were soft, the sweet fragrance of his cigarillo filling her senses until she felt almost dizzy.

Her hands settled on his shoulders, squeezing and sliding over the strong muscles usually hidden behind soft clothes and layers or mystery. One slid down the broad back she’d admired for so long as the other tangled in his hair, giving a soft tug that had him groaning.

Her body slid onto him, twin groans meeting in the space they’d abandoned for breath as warmth and satisfaction swept through them. Leonardo guided her with warm, calloused hands, brows meeting as they breathed each other in and let the slow movements draw their pleasure higher. “I’m glad you didn’t give up on me, cara mia, I,” She kissed the words away from him, not wanting to dwell on the past. The longing and dismissal before they’d been drawn together once more.

Leonardo chuckled against her lips. “Yeah, you’re right.” He pushed her down, taking control as he buried into her neck, his hips snapping forward and meeting her body faster and harder. They were both close, she could feel it as they moved so perfectly. Just a little more and-

A loud noise jolted her awake and she blinked wildly at the wall opposite. She leant back only to hit her head on something solid.

“Be careful, cara mia, we don’t need you to get a concussion.” Leonardo’s sleepy voice came from beside her and she yelped in surprise, shuffling away before she was left blinking at him too.

“Um… What happened?” It wasn’t unusual for Leonardo to be sleeping… well anywhere but that didn’t explain why she was sat on the plush carpet too

“You don’t remember?” He laughed softly. “Well I found you asleep and I didn’t want you to get in trouble with Sebastian so I came and sat next to you. Make it look like I dragged you down in my sleep. I must’ve nodded off myself.” Leonardo gave her one of those warm smiles that made her heartbeat faster. Why did he have to be so damn kind?

“Thank you, Leonardo, I didn’t sleep very well last night so I must’ve sat down to do something and just…” She smiled sheepishly and he got to his feet, offering her a hand up.

“Well, I best not keep you off duty much longer~” He teased with a wink, voice a little too loud for the conversation to be entirely normal. “I’ll see you at dinner, cara mia.”

He squeezed her hand before he let go and headed past her down the corridor.

When he rounded the corner and disappeared from sight, she sighed and let her head drop onto the cool surface.

“Ma chérie?” Comte’s voice drifted softly to her before a warm, careful hand rested on her shoulder. He tugged a little and she fell willingly into the hug he provided, sighing happily at the hand in her hair. “Did something happen?”

“Not particularly. I was tired and fell asleep. It seems like Leonardo joined me in case I would get into trouble with Sebastian.”

“I see.” His words were simple and calm but she knew he understood the deeper conflict as she buried into his chest. The man in her arms she loved so deeply, had loved in some way since they had met on that fateful day. Yet Leonardo had been the first one she tried to ask.

The refusal still echoed in her mind. He would live forever and she only fleetingly, longer someday Comte had promised her but not enough. Never enough. “I’ve spoken on both our behalves many times but he refuses to believe me.”

He chuckled helplessly and kissed the top of her head. At least she wasn’t alone in pining for the head-strong painter.

31 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

MC’s been trapped in the crane machine since Saturday but I freed a Lucifer one today! 

They’ll be joining all the Lucifers on my shelf 💖

31 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

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[more-than-a-princess]

@siamxshade​ asked:  ❝  i’ll be here the whole night okay? nothing will get to you while i’m here.  ❞ (Lupin_)

Staying the Night prompts - Accepting!

Thankfully, Sonia could operate a microwave and reheatable dishes. That was going to ensure she (and the member of the group who was tasked to stay with her that evening), would, at least, eat. They'd found themselves in two distinct predicaments at present: one, they were running low on money and the Comte was reluctant to give them any more. And two, there had been a potential lead in catching the criminals who had abducted her, with the intent of killing her and sending further messages to the Kingdom of Novoselic, and they'd needed to be investigated. As few knew where she'd been taken after her rescue, there hadn't been a suitable team in Japan built from her own family's security to take on the task, and thus it had been left up to the group she'd been living with for some weeks now.

The only thing they had in common was one single fact: Princess Sonia was not to leave the manor and its grounds. Not to help with the finances and certainly not to help with the confrontation of the very people looking to get rid of her. And as they'd all doubted that she'd stay put when told (rightfully so), it had been decided that one of them would stay and keep an eye on her. Or at least keep her company. But how that ended up to be Mr. Lupin, Sonia couldn't say. She set the final plate into the drying rack (allowing her to help with the dishes was one of the safer household tasks they could entrust to her), she dried her hands on a nearby tea towel before turning to face him, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Am I in danger here?" She asked, though her tone was an amused one as she smiled at him. "Goodness, I thought that's why you all wished for me to remain here in the first place: to keep me out of the danger I seem to encounter. Sometimes on my own accord, but I truly don't wish to add to your troubles at present so I shall adhere to these wishes."

Sonia hung the towel up to dry properly, something she'd seen Impey do now countless times and was finally able to mimic. St. Germain's Japanese manor (he apparently had homes all over the world, something that didn't surprise Sonia at all: her family was rather the same with their residences), while vast, also became more alive, noisy, with the absence of most of its residences. Foundations creaked, faucets dripped, the wind made tree branches rattle against windows and none of it seemed to perturb her. Instead, she glanced out one of those very windows, content.

"Honestly, I've never had much of a chance to be on my own, not truly anyway," She elaborated for him. "Not that I don't wish for your company, Mr. Lupin! That is not it at all. But even when I traveled to this nation for school, it was never really alone, or on my own so to speak. If I did not have security or other employees who work for my family around me, it was plenty of friends. A part of me is curious as to if I would easily be comforted through, or survive, a night alone but nevertheless, as I said, I like your company very much. So I am not worried in the least! Save for one crucial aspect."

Once again, a serious point brought up with a smile. More often than not, that was simply...Sonia. She had a knack for discussing the most grave possibilities with the utmost cheer. It wasn't an emergency...unless their attention spans were at risk. "How should we spend the evening here, the two of us? Unless you have work or other tasks you'd like to see to tonight in the manor. I'm sure I can find a book or television show to occupy my time before bed."

#more-than-a-princess answered #siamxshade #Non-Despair AU: The Princess of Novoselic #(Staying the night prompts) #(Maybe they drew straws to decide who got 'looking after Sonia' duty) #(Maybe they had to be -sure- Impey didn't win and annoy her) #(Either way they're in for a sleepover) #(Sonia's torn between not being uncomfortable because she's with Lupin) #(And being intrigued by all the random noises an old house can make) #(She's stayed in quite a few of them but never without a full staff! Fun!)

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Comte Drama CD Translations, Track Four: A Gentlemanly Escort

Once again folks, I am not a professional don't try this at home, these are just my rough transcriptions of each track in the CD because I need fodder for my simping. More beneath the cut, since most of these are pretty long, don't wanna clog anyone's dash:

So after Comte and MC go shopping for a dress, they leave for the party they're attending that night. This track begins with their arrival to the venue.

Every time we arrive at a ball together, it makes me remember when we stepped into your debutante side by side. There’s no need to thank me. …You were the one who dared to enter a new world, and that boldness attracted the people around you. All I did was lend a helping hand. …But I did enjoy decorating you with my own hands, styling your hair beautifully. The excitement I felt that night is still fresh in my heart… I was a little jealous when the eyes of the men all around you would linger, my dear. Come a little closer, I’d like to ward off their gazes. It’s best to show that you belong to me like this.

The way I went from awwww to clutches pearls lustfully 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 he is just the perfect mix of "that's adorable" and "oh. i like that--"

It’s time to dance. (When you listen to the audio he literally says: "HO? DANCE TIME" I'M DYING) My lady (OJOU-SAN!!!!!!), would you do me the honor of your hand…and join me for this dance? Come now, surrender yourself to an exciting and sweet night Beneath a dazzling chandelier, hands enfolded like this… Tucking our hips together, eyes on each other, stepping to the rhythm of the music, …my heart is always racing at times like these. (AWWWWWWWW)

I swear this man invented romance, what a smooth criminal. Although I can't lie, I love when he's charming 🥰 (I just love his honest self even more!)

Now, listen carefully to the waltz triplet/triple time… Un, deux, trois, un, deux, trois…on the first turn, turn right Yes…you executed that turn beautifully You seemed a lot more relaxed, spine straight. You did just as I taught you. Since we’re on the topic of dancing, men’s roles are often compared to frames. As a pair, they’re termed the Flower and the Frame The insinuation is that a man must lead a woman, who is the “flower” in order to make her movements shine as brightly as possible. So right now…my mission is to make you bloom the most beautifully on this dance floor. …I don’t think you have anything to worry about. You shine more beautifully than anyone else.

I love this bit just because I was like "lore. IS THAT LORE???? WOOOOOO GIMME THE L O R E" but also incredibly interesting when it comes to gender roles and Comte. Only because a lot of his content manifests at this fascinating crossroads: he's been raised under these sorts of conventions so, on some level, he acts on them without thinking. He also lives under the current impression that that's what people expect from him in the present to gain their approval. Yet, how he actually conceives of a significant other and how he is in private make for a disconnect by comparison.

(If I'm not being perceived, do I exist? Is honestly the uncharted territory that's saturated with so much intrigue for me when it comes to Comte)

Because when he feels comfortable being himself in more private settings/moments he calls MC his "life partner" (and is very adamant about regarding her in equal terms), and he tends to be the more relationally/socially/emotionally savvy of the two (which are qualities often relegated to women). I think I particularly enjoy the way he tries so hard to cultivate a working image of "a proper man" because he's just so accustomed to it for survival; he's doing it on a level of awareness and unawareness, all while believing something entirely different. It makes for such a vivid character study, a very realistic intersection of lived experiences and unspoken feelings.

Also. "You shine more beautifully than anyone else." stares into the distance with so many feelings. I just have such a fondness for the way he can be so silly and so smooth, but in the depths of his heart he's so truly in love. tackles him

Oh, the next turn is a bit tricky, so be careful. I’ll give you the signal…un, deux, trois, now, to the left… Yes, that’s it~ (HE’S HAVING FUN SOBS) My goodness…have you gotten so good at dancing I can hardly recognize you? Compared to when we first started, you don’t look away shyly as much as you used to. Every time I dance with you, I can see how much you improve Ah…I’m sure we’ve practiced quite a bit at home, but more than that, it’s the result of your endless effort.

I thought it was cute to see some of MC's growth here c: he's sweet to compliment her~

I would be honored…if you were trying to get better for the sake of dancing with me. I really enjoy dancing with you, too. When you’re in my arms, it makes my heart flutter to see you moving as smoothly as a bird flapping its wings. And every time our eyes meet, my heart tightens so sweetly in my chest. …None of my childhood tutors ever told me that dancing with someone else could feel this way. (HE SEEMS????? SO GENUINELY CONFUSED?????? TEARS IN MY EYES BABY NO) You’re the one who taught me the most important part about dancing Thank you

Aight but this was the part that hit me straight in the kokoro. So many things here I want to touch on (other than him ofc)

The way he seems so...genuinely, almost demure? In that first line? So 👉👈 about her trying to keep pace with him, trying to meet him halfway. It's even sweeter to me considering it's something that he really enjoys, so the idea that MC would want to learn because she wants to share it with him and make it more fun for him is so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 (personally I love dancing so this is a hard mood). Ig I'm so softe for how he's like 'not that that has to be the reason, but if it was I would be so happy.' (of course it's for you king, everything I do is for you because you're the sweetest 😚💜💜💜💜💜💜💜)

The way?????? He describes her enjoying herself??????? I. I'm not really sure if it's something specific to me, but I found it really moving. I don't know if it's the fact that he appreciates how much effort she puts into things, or this implicit like...recognition of her as her own person?? It's a little funny, it's going back to that contradictory idea I mentioned a bit ago. He's operating within the conceptualization of "the Flower and the Frame" but he's taken the conventional meaning and expanded/changed it, in a way. While he does recognize his role in it, part of it is operating more in line with the real parts of his personality: he thinks people who are talented and try hard at things are beautiful, and he likes to support them however he can. (There is an implication here that he assumes he's not special in quite the same way which makes me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 pls Comte, I think a considerate and mindful person is just as wonderful)

And then that last part. Like. Do you ever just want to stick your head into a volcano because that's where I'm at ladies and gentlemen. The absolute heartache????? The agony inside me, the way he seems so earnestly surprised that one of the few things he did enjoy could feel even better, that it could take on an entirely new meaning. That, where it was once a way to pass the time or entertain people, now it has become something charged with so much love. The way a relationship is being deeply in tune with someone, and how dancing together can bring out the full potential/another permutation of that building synergy. The way, for lack of better phrasing, he falls in love with her a little more each time they dance together. (JUST BURY ME IN THE BACKYARD AIN'T NOBODY GONNA LOVE ME LIKE THIS)

The little sincere "thank you" at the end, the very real gratitude to be able to experience that. That she would gift him that. GOD I AM SO UNWELL, RICH BOY STOP DOING THIS TO ME!!!!! "A heart is a heavy burden" ass mf 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'm sorry I'm just that meme where I'm carrying him away from all those purebloods/aristocrats that make him feel like life is just one elongated and tiresome performance. Let me love him Crybird I'm fragile

…that went by so quickly. (IM YELLING HE’S SAD ITS OVER) Dancing with you is so much fun I find time just gets away from me all together. Well, let’s take to the floor again later and enjoy a little break for now. Are you thirsty? …Then I’ll get us some champagne, so please wait here. ---

And now we interrupt Minnie's sappy pining with a champagne break, we'll be back shortly.

Although man, he's like a little kid when he gets to dance--it's so cute??? The way he gets so excited, the way he's so clearly sad it's over despite this probably being like the hundredth time.

The implications. How he mentions that an eternity seems insurmountably long (and even after he runs the mansion, he felt that way), but dancing with her makes "time get away from [him]." What if I disappeared mysteriously into the ocean never to be see again

And his consideration for her, taking a break even though he could probably go for another song 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Sorry for the wait…Oh, who might this be? ("O Y A?" OMFG THE WAY HE’S LIKE 'bicc. Who u.' CRYING HIS TONE CHANGES SO FAST) …I see. Alas, she is my lover. I’m sorry, but could you give up on seeking her for a dance? Tonight is a special night, and I don’t intend to share her with anyone. It seems I can’t take my eyes off you for a single moment, that you were propositioned while I was only a few steps away. (Comte: NO TALK MC I'M A N G Y) I shouldn’t have let you go for a moment, even when the song was over.

…I don’t mind if you find it overprotective. I have no intention of concealing my possessiveness towards you. I won’t let it go like I used to. I decided to be more direct about my feelings when we agreed to be together. No matter who it is, I intend to proudly claim you as my lover. (O//O) …More, come closer. There is still another man interested in you. I’m in trouble if I don’t protect my beautiful lover from the likes of these opportunists.

Comte possessive and jealous makes brain go brrrrr, I regret to inform you all that--[obnoxiously loud Windows error sound]. Honestly it's hot every time I got nothing more to add, horny longing, awooga noises, be still my beating [redacted] etc.

…I think I’m full of contradictions. (LAUGHS AT HIMSELF BUT ALSO MURDER) I want to show off my beautiful lover, but I also don’t want anyone else to look at you. And when I look at you, my heart is at war between reason and instinct. …It takes everything I have just to hold back. …Is it repulsive/do you regret us now? I wouldn’t hold it against you if you said something like that. Then…shall we take our leave for some time alone? I’m not joking, I’m entirely serious. I always want you…

First of all Comte, contradiction is my kink (apparently?????? I am The Bearer of the Curse) so write that down. Second of all--

I love MC having the same brainrot as Comte stans of like 'oh no you being just a smidge yan is actually ungodly sexy and exactly what I signed up for, so dw about it 👍🏼.' I applaud Crybird for giving the people what they want. Although it makes me a little sad when he thinks he's too much/needy, I always want to pat him 🥺💜 I know who I married Comte CMERE

Also it will never stop being funny to me the way he's deadass that meme of the dog with the tennis ball/frisbee. It's hilarious every single time. Comte is seriously out here like:

Comte: Meet MC? Meet my lovely wife whom I cherish and is beautiful in every way conceivably possible?

Person: I like her too

Comte: NO TAKE ONLY PERCEIVE!!!! NO PERCEIVE ONLY SCRAM!!!!!!

Like this is peak comedy 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I really do love how much Crybird has fun with the purebloods in the sense that they can be so mature but also a bit childish??? He's so adorably petulant and petty in these moments it's hard not to coo.

Also the way he always wants her like he hasn't seen her in 17 years every single time. I LOVE THE UNADULTERATED AND UNMITIGATED YEARNING!!!!!!!!!!!! I ALWAYS WILL!!!!!!!

Aight that's it for this CD track, but the upcoming one is the hank pank. Until next time everyone, hope you enjoyed this ???th installment of Minnie's Brainrot Hours.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp mc #not incorrect quotes #drama cd translation #**lies down on the floor** #do you ever just have so many feelings....... #i'd give my left kidney to dance with him just ONCE #'do you regret marrying me?' #comte if you ask me one more time i will not be held responsible for my actions #narrator voice: actions include “jumping him every waking moment and babying him” #“and/or redacted whatever the mood brings in the moment im not stingy” #but at the same time #**holds him gently in my arms** its okay gorgeous your vibes are immaculate and your companionship is invaluable #there's no one else but you for me

[writingwhimsey]

Hiya dear!

I saw your Smut is In the Air! event and I physically could not restrain myself for this.

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.” with Theo and a moderate spice level! Like, a 3/5 on the spice?

I might actually (not) die on the spot from happiness from this so.

🥰

Thank you so much for the request! I am happy to hear you were excited by this event and I do hope you enjoy it. Turned out a bit fluffy as well as spicy.

Smut Is In The Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Theodorus

Prompt: "I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips."

NSFW 18+ content below (not super explicit but very spicy)

Work of Art

I sat at the vanity in my room, getting ready for the art exhibition I would be attending with Theo. I sighed as I picked up the various makeup items Comte had purchased for me. I had asked him if he could find me something that was guaranteed to cover up anything. Of course, when I had asked him this I had had a giant hickey on the side of my neck, courtesy of my lover, Theo.

Naturally, Comte assumed that the hickey was why I wanted some kind of concealer..which with how frequently he gave them to me, it wasn’t a bad assumption really. But that wasn’t the only thing. There was the occasional pimple that popped up, but what I really wanted to hide were my freckles.

I had a small smattering of them on my face from being in the sun. Many more along my shoulders and others scattered various other places of my body. Though I knew it was somewhat silly…I couldn’t help but to be a bit self conscious about them. Depending on the beauty trends of the time and region…well they could actually be considered fashionable… or other places and times they were considered a blemish, an imperfection.

I sighed as I slathered on the makeup, careful not to get any on my dress. Thankfully I wasn’t going to be exposing my shoulders so there was no need to worry about those freckles. Just the ones on my face and the few that dotted my chest.

Once I had finished, I inspected my reflection, making sure that I had them all covered. I wanted to look my best at the exhibition tonight. I was going to be by Theo’s side after all and I wanted everyone that supported him to see he had a good partner. That meant presenting myself in the best possible way.

Once I had finished getting ready, I headed down the stairs to meet Theo. “You took a long time, Hondje.” Theo said as I descended the stairs.

I smiled at him. “It just took me a second longer to figure out my new makeup.” I answered.

Theo took my hand. “We better not be late. This is a big night for Broer and the other artists.”

“I know.” I replied.

We exited the mansion and headed out to the carriage. Once we were sitting down inside, Theo looked over at me, his blue eyes taking in my appearance. “Something seems different…” He said.

I shrugged. Though I knew. “Just a higher quality makeup…”

Theo moved in closer, his expert artistic gaze appraising me up close. “Your makeup is too thick, Hondje.”

“It’s not that much.” I replied.

Theo was then reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. “I can’t see your cute little freckles.” He said, lifting the handkerchief to my face.

I grabbed his hand to stop him. “That’s the point…and they’re not cute…”

Theo’s eyes went wide. “Hondje…why would you…why do you think that?”

I shrugged. “I just…I’ve never thought…and well, growing up the other kids made fun of me…”

Theo for all his teasing nature, listened to me with the utmost sincerity. “Hondje… not everyone has the artistic eye to appreciate true art.”

I blinked at him, surprised by his words. He could be a terrible tease…but when he was kind he was unbearably so. “Art?”

“Yes.” Theodorus replied. “Now, I need to wipe off this makeup off.”

“Why though?” I asked.

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.” Theo answered. “I can’t do that if they are hidden beneath all of this makeup.”

I didn’t stop Theo’s hand as he brought the handkerchief to wipe the makeup from my face. His movements were so gentle as he did so. As soon as he cleaned off a section, he was leaning in to place kisses on the freckles he exposed. Starting with my cheeks and my nose…the ones across my forehead.

“Better already.” Theo murmured as he continued to pepper kisses over my face. His lis were soon trailing down to the side of my neck. “Can’t forget this one.”

I felt my heart pick up its pace as his breath tickled my skin.

I felt Theo’s fingertip trail to the neckline of my dress, sliding my sleeve wider and began to kiss along my shoulder. “Mustn’t forget these either. They are some of my favorites.”

I let out a gasp at the touch of his lips to my tender flesh. “Hmm….Theo…” I half moaned, half whined.

“Mmm…and I must get these too.” He said, kissing along my collarbone and moving to the other side to kiss the freckles on my other shoulder.

“Mmm…Theo…you’re not playing fair…”

“I never claimed to.” Theo replied. He was then taking my hand and lifting my arm, removing my gloves before kissing the freckles that dotted my arms in places. “I love every single one of these freckles.”

“I just…don’t understand why…” I found myself saying.

“Because they are part of you.” Theo answered. “And I love every part of you.”

I melted right on the spot, completely becoming putty in his capable hands as he held me close, his lips still touching my my freckles. “Theo…”

“I plan to make you love them as much as I do.” Theo said, moving so that he was kneeling down on the floor of the carriage in front of me. He reached for my leg, lifting my skirts and then pulling down my thigh high stockings, revealing my leg to him. “I can’t miss these either.” He leaned in, kissing a freckle that was on my ankle, finding another on my calf, two more on my knee, another on my thigh.

My legs began to tremble as electric thrills of pleasure began to flow through my body from every point Theo’s lips touched.

Theo was then going to my other leg, starting with a freckle that was on the top of my foot, another at my ankle, three on my calf, and four on my thigh. “Hmm, you’re starting to think naughty thoughts, Hondje.”

“H-how can I not?” I asked, looking down to where his head was currently between my thighs, kissing the freckles along the inner thigh. “I mean…look at where you are…” My face was beginning to flush.

Theo grinned at me. “I know that there is another freckle between your breasts that I adore.” He said. “And a few on your tummy.”

“Th-Theo…w-we will…be there soon.” I said.

Theo grinned. “There’s enough time to enjoy some things.” He said, before bringing his lips to my inner thigh once again and a moment later I felt him moving removing my panties before I felt his lips and tongue where I wanted them most.

I brought my hand to my mouth, biting my knuckles to keep my moans from getting too loud and alerting the carriage driver as to what we were doing. I just hoped I could be composed and put back together by the time we reached the exhibition.

Taglist (I remembered on the initial post this time!)

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[roomnapkin3]

Faith Vs Spirituality

It continues to spring up again and again in my mind regularly. Maybe you’re especially interested in hypnosis, or reiki therapeutic, and even crystal healing and meditation. Spirituality just isn't a race, and it’s not about “getting ahead” of others. You’re not in competition with anyone — especially not yourself. “If you imagine that everybody is a toddler of God, we're all intrinsically valuable. So if you come across these folks, you handle them in a special way,” he says. Spirituality can also imply the method of creating the mind free from fears, worries and nonstop considering, and experiencing inner peace and bliss in one’s everyday life. Most folks accept the that means their families or lecturers hooked up to this idea and suppose no extra about it. They reside their daily life without going deeply into this subject. Another answer you would possibly get about spirituality definition – it means something to do with the soul and the spirit. There are seven chakras, which are the basis, sacral, photo voltaic plexus, coronary heart, throat, third eye, and crown chakra. Center for Spirituality chaplains serve students, employees, faculty, alumni and different members of the Nazareth group. A chaplain might help you to feel more peaceable and relaxed during times of high stress or uncertainty and assist you to feel more related with your self and your neighborhood. See the hyperlinks to the left for main articles and scroll down to "related content material from different sections" for evaluations of books on naturalized spirituality by Chet Raymo, Andre Comte-Sponville, William Murry and Eckhart Tolle. The source of hope just isn't that we count on to end by our own efforts the wrongs and evils we've perpetrated. Read up on the history and follow of several types of spirituality. There are some fairly clear ways during which religion and spirituality differ. Find the braveness to ask questions and to specific what you really need. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to keep away from misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely remodel your life. Instead of ancients tales about angels and Gods, spirituality encourages you to make your personal path and create your personal stories. Mary Evelyn Tucker notes the importance of faith and ecology connecting with sustainability. Due to the environmental crisis, perceptions of sustainability are changing. Religion and ecology, and the way folks experience ecospirituality, might contribute to this altering definition of sustainability. Duality Reviews helps meet our affective wants for both celebration and reconciliation. As Richard Dawkins places it in his book Unweaving the Rainbow, we have an "appetite for surprise," an urge for food for evoking the optimistic emotional states which are linked to our deepest existential questions. As psychedelics achieve ground as a potential remedy for psychological well being issues, there remains a pressing concern that sufferers in scientific trials could have adverse results to the medicine. We acknowledge God's forgiveness of sin within the destruction of sin and the spiritual understanding that casts out evil as unreal.

#Spirituality for Beginners #What Is Spirituality #Spirituality Explained #Spirituality Vs Religion #Beginners Guide to Spirituality #Spirituality Books #Spirituality Quotes #Spirituality Tiktok #Spirituality Tik Tok #Spirituality Journey #Spirituality Tiktoks #Spirituality Tik Toks #Spirituality Podcasts #Science of Spirituality #Spirituality Beginners #Astrology Spirituality #Sadhguru on Spirituality #Spirituality Meditation

[lady-moonbroch]

Leonardo x Comte x MC “Tangled Up”

Fandom: Ikémen Vampire Kinktober: Day 15 || Double Penetration Genre: NSFW +18 Word Count: 1,492 Author’s note: Hyello my dear darlings! The daddiest sandwich in Ikevam won me over the Theo/Arthur-sandwich in this particular prompt. But they’ll arrive too soon, I promise. Today I was suppose to deliver a fanart for the 16th day of Kinktober but I am behind my deadlines right now due to bad psychology so do forgive me for it please. Hope you enjoy this one and I will see you again soon with the next!

[The challenge] ~ @alloveroliver 

It was a cold night of October, the moon was hidden behind dark stormy clouds and the dampness lingering in the air was almost suffocating. Le Comte, Leonardo and I were attending a ball hosted by a prominent duke of France. It was as extravagant as they described it and the Count ensured that I was dressed to the occasion. 

He gifted me a red dress with an intricate laced front, low enough to allow a glimpse of my cleavage. The back was open reaching right above my waist, the sleeves long and the skirt enveloped my curves perfectly. I felt beautiful in this dress and proud to be escorting Le Comte and Leonardo, but the lustful gazes of the other men attending the ball as well as the jealous glances of their wives made me squirm self-consciously. 

I couldn’t count the times I had to refuse a man’s propositions for a dance whenever Le Comte or Leonardo left my side. But one man in particular was rather persistent.

“Why won’t you dance with me, sweetheart? You are escorted by two men. Three’s a company they say”. His suggestion was beginning to make me sick in my stomach and I instinctively took a step back.

“I already refused. Why must you insist so much? I don’t own you a dance or anything at all for that matter” I said as politely as possible, internally hoping for one of my two escorts interval.

“Do you know who I am, you promiscuous little girl?” he growled, his hand begging to reach for my arm. Before I could react Leonardo had stopped him at his tracks by grabbing his outstretched hand and Comte came and stood in front of me protectively. 

“I kindly suggest you leave now. Or else we won’t be as kind if you keep harassing the lady” Comte said. Both his and Leonardo’s eye glowed dangerously, fury and anger prominent in their gaze.

The man escape Leo’s grasp and stumbled away and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Come with us cara mia, it best if you take a break from all these hungry wolves” Leonardo suggested as Comte ushered me in a nearby room. I took a seat on the couch as Leonardo locked the door to make sure we remain undisturbed for a while. 

My heart was still racing, at first because of the man’s behaviour and then their eagerness to defend me. Comte caressed my cheek gently, but it did nothing to calm down my heart rate, on the contrary, it accelerated it.

“You are touching her too much tonight, dear Comte” Leonardo bellowed.

“Jealous of my affection for her old friend?” Comte replied while twining a lock of my hair between his fingers and bringing it to his lips. His gaze flustered me more than his actions and from the corner of my eye I saw Leonardo approaching with a severe look on his face. I turned towards him as he grabbed my hand and clutched it near his chest. 

“She isn’t yours to toy with..”

“Neither yours to claim, is she?” The two purebloods regarded each other with challenging looks and I bit my bottom lip at the delicious tension that began to build in the air. My breath hitched as they fought over me, my eyes remaining glued on them. They were both so irresistible and breathtaking at that moment that before I could think twice I took their hands and place a soft kiss on each of their knuckles.

They both turned and looked at me surprised, I let out a chuckled at the view of their stunned expressions.

“Please don’t fight over me. There’s enough of me for both of you, I believe”. My declaration made their eyes widen and I smirked.

“I want to thank you both, for taking such good care of me this evening” I purred as I unbuttoned the collar that held my dress and slipped it slightly off my shoulders, my bosom nearly spilling out.

“Are you sure about this, mon cherie?” Comte asked, but his eyes had a dangerously lustful glint as he observed me. I nodded and extended my hands to them to bring them closer.

Leonardo took my hand and claimed my lips passionately, my name stumbling from mouth as he kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwined. Comte took hold of my other hand and kissed his way aching slow, up to the nape of my neck and sucked  sensually on my skin.

I moaned against Leonardo’s lips before he moved down my neck with kisses. His hands tugged my dress down, letting it slip off of me completely, leaving me bare between them. Comte’s hand guided my face towards him and our lips engaged as Leonardo made his way to my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue and teeth.

My cries of pleasure became louder as Comte discarded my underwear and began to expertly stroke my clit. I felt as if my body was on fire, the attention of two men simultaneously made me quiver with delight and I was more than willing to return their kindness.

Leonardo dropped even lower, placing himself between my legs and tasted my arousal, his tongue delving deeper in my core. I stuttered and moaned their names aloud as they both please my heat and drunk at the sight of my frustration for more.

“The one who warned you about hungry wolves became one himself” Comte chuckled at his own friend. The Italian replied with a soft laughter that sent pleasing vibrations in my body. Comte teased my earlobe with his teeth and nipped at the sensitive skin right below.

“I want to pleasure you two as well, please…” I plead, my body aching for more.

“Both of us, cara mia?” Leonardo challenged me. But I didn’t shy away and nodded affirmatively.

The two men looked at each other and smiled at my boldness before they stood up and stripped themselves of their clothes. I marvelled at their strong, chiselled bodies as well as their sizeable erections before I looked up and smiled at them. 

They both approached and stood before me, their tall figures towering over me as I knelt down. I smiled fondly at both of them I reached for Leonardo’s shaft. I slowly took him inside my mouth, almost all the way in as my other hand began to pump Comte’s member gently. I hummed, satisfied to hear their grunts getting louder as I alternated between them, licking and pumping their members deftly, teasing them strategically and drawing more pleasure out of them.

“Enough, mon chérie” Comte instructed as he pulled away. Leonardo reached and wiped the saliva from my lips, bending down in front of me to kiss me sweetly. Comte had come around behind me, taking hold of my hips and lifting me up. 

“Are you ready for us, ma belle?” He purred in my ear, my head nodding eagerly much to their entertainment.

Leonardo positioned his cock in the entrance of my core and pushed inside as Comte slowly lower me on him from behind. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, moans and whimpers escaped my lips and waves of pleasure crashing on me with force. Their sighs as they filled me up to the hilt met my ears like a harmonious melody and made me smile delightfully. 

“Cara mia, you’re so tight and wet” Leonardo moaned as he began to thrust inside me sensually slow in sync with Comte.

“You feel amazing, mon amour” the Count cooed as he plunged deeper and rougher from behind, our skins slapping loudly. I twined my fingers in their hair and cried out their names, my walls clenching on their shafts as they drove themselves in and out.

The hedonistic music playing in the ballroom masked all my moans and mewls from other guests, unsuspicious of our sinful tryst behind the locked door. Their grunts and quicken breaths barely registered in my ears as I was coming closer and closer to the edge. 

“Are you close, cara mia? Your thighs are trembling” Leo chuckled but his thrusts were sloppier than before, betraying he was closer to release much like me.

“Cum for us mon chérie, show us how much you enjoy this” Comte whispered in my ear seductively, his heavy breath caressing the shell of my ear. I followed his order through, my core pulsating, spilling my arousal on my thighs and coating both of my lovers as they filled me with their.

We panted for air, lost in a blissful haze , a tangled mess of limbs. Comte moved first, kissing the top of my head lovingly before he slowly stood up and got dressed.

“I believe it is time we show ourselves back to the ball or our fellow guests might become suspicious. We can continue our…little tryst..at home”

Two set our ambers eyes met and shared a knowing smile.

#alloverkinktober #ikemen vampire #ikevam leonardo #ikevam comte #ikevam smut #le comte de saint germain #leonardo da vinci #kinktober day 15 #claire's kinktoberfest #yee haw #we need more comte content #he's daddy material #and paired with leo is just purfection

[shookspearewrites]

OC Relationship Drabbles (Leonardo x Jane)

A little while ago I wrote a few drabbles of my one of my OCs Freda with her boyfriends Theo and Arthur; You can find that post here!  And so I decided to do this for all of my OCs, how exciting (❁´◡`❁) This one is Jane x Leonardo and y’all can find Jane’s character profile at this link~

Please note that drabble 3 contains some suggestive content but nothing explicit, please proceed with caution.

And you can find my OC Masterlist here!

- JJ x

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Jane’s bright forest green eyes blinked a few times, taking in the space around for the first time with curiosity, “You library is magnificent, Monsieur,” she spoke softly, taking one small step further into the room. The former Queen smiled ever so slightly, her delicate little hands clutching at the green velvet skirts of her dress in anticipation, jumping a little in place when she saw a broad, olive skinned man curled up underneath the coffee table in the corner, “Monsieur, is that man alright?”

Le Comte chuckled warmly when his golden honey eyes found Jane’s concerned expression, resting his warm hand on her shoulder carefully, “Leonardo enjoys taking his siestas whenever the mood strikes him. He doesn’t seem to care where he falls asleep, ma chere.”

“I gather so,” the lady smiled carefully, her gaze finding Leonardo once again, her pale cheeks flushing pink when the man’s eyes opened and he smirked at her, “Oh! I apologise for staring, Sir.” Jane turned her gaze to the floor to hide her blush and curtsied to him as he began to stand up, “Jane Grey. Queen Jane. ‘Tis a pleasure to meet you ... Monsieur Leonardo?”

“Si,” his voice was smooth and confident, alluring in it’s huskiness, “Leonardo Da Vinci, signora,” he took her hand in his own and kissed her knuckles affectionately, once again making the lady blush. Jane gasped softly as she heard his name. an excited twinkle bright in her wide India green eyes which made the Italian man’s thick brown eyebrows raise curiously, “Oh? Ya like that, Your Highness?”

“No non è quello,” she replied almost breathlessly, turning his hand over in her own to shake it excitedly, a grin spreading across her face, “È un piacere conoscerla Signor Da Vinci!“

Leonardo chuckled warmly, shaking Jane’s hand - which was tiny and pale in his own - in return, his eyebrows still raised as he glanced over at le Comte, “She speaks Italian?” He turned his attention back to Jane who had stopped shaking his hand but still held on to him, “Il piacere è tutto mio, cara mia.”

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“Leonardo, I need your help!” Jane called from the mansion’s foyer, her arms full and her tiger red eyebrows turned downward with effort.

Leonardo walked briskly from the direction of the kitchen and picked up the pace when he saw Jane, rushing to her side and scooping up the large white and ginger cat from out of her arms, his amber eyes softening when Jane’s expression relaxed, “Cara mia, what is this?”

The lady let out a sigh of relief, now only holding one tiny white Persian kitten, and she smiled a little guiltily, “I saw them on the side of the road and - a-and they looked so helpless, I couldn’t leave them, Leonardo-” She held up the impossibly small kitten against her cheek, flashing her boyfriend her best pleading puppy eyes, “We can handle just two more!”

“You said the same when you brought our pup home, Jane, mi amore,” he smirked at her, his big warm hand already stroking the fat Norwegian forest cat in his arms. He sighed, giving in - though, he knew that Jane could convince him to do anything, he loved her that much - “We can keep them. Lumiere needs more cats to play with.” Leonardo wandered closer to Jane and reached out to the kitten she held, “Ciao, gattino,” he cooed down at the tiny cat, smiling fondly at it, “Have you named your new little friends, cara?”

“Mhm!” Jane nodded happily, gently stroking the back of the white cat’s head with the back of her index finger, “This is Lady Katherine - I think she looks like a little lady and that,” she cocked her head in the direction of the big fluff ball that her boyfriend held, “That gentleman is called Piero.” And with that, Jane and Leonardo now had taken in four strays between them: Lumiere, Lady Katherine and Piero, their band of troublemaking kitties and Edward, their loyal Great Dane who acted like a big grey lapdog.

-

“Mhm, principessa,” Leonardo hummed lowly, his saffron eyes fluttering shut as he pressed a kiss to Jane’s cheek and they lay in bed naked, cradling each other underneath soft cotton sheets, “I feel like we should stay like this forever.”

Jane smiled tiredly as she snuggled up to her boyfriend’s side, sore beyond compare but unbelievably happy when his arms tightened around her small frame. The lady felt the blush on her cheeks - that had been present throughout their entire evening - deepen as realisation dawned upon her, “G-goodness me ... we just - Leonardo, do you realise? We just-”

“Made love?” He chuckled quietly, brushing Jane’s blushing left cheek with the calloused pad of his thumb, his brow quirking with curiosity when his gentle affection didn’t slow the racing of her pulse, “Somethin’ wrong, bellezza mia?”

The shy young lady shook her head smally, averting her big forest green eyes to look at anything else but her beloved’s inquisitive gaze, “But, we’re not married. Surely we shouldn’t have-” Jane was cut off by Leonardo’s mouth on her’s, his lips kissing away her worry slowly and carefully. When they parted, there remained a look of worry painted on her pretty face and that sinking dread in her heart.

“Do you regret it?”

Jane blinked, confused, “Whatever do you mean?”

Leonardo sat himself up and pulled his girlfriend up onto his lap, one of his large hands holding onto her slender waist and his other tenderly cradling her jaw. They held eye contact, the intimacy between gentle green and emboldened amber speaking volumes as their hearts beat as one, “Do you regret sleeping with me, Jane? Would you be happier if we waited until we got married?” Jane didn’t answer, stirring Leonardo to continue, a cheeky grin on his lips, “If so, I’d put a ring on your finger by morning.” 

“No,” the queen thought out loud, placing her hands on Leonardo’s cheeks and craning forward to give him a fleeting, butterfly light kiss. She felt the stormy seas in her heart settle and self-assuredness wash over her like fresh rain in the garden, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you,” Jane smiled softly at her boyfriend who squeezed her waist with both of his warm, capable hands and smirked at her, “And an experience so heavenly couldn’t be sin, of that I am sure.”

-

Jane giggled in the summer sun, gently holding onto her shopping basket as she spoke with her friend William Shakespeare. Her white summer dress seemed to gleam under the bright sun but even that looked grey compared to her radiant smile and anyone who saw her would surely say she was sweeter than the season’s finest fruits. Despite her joyful mood, Leonardo, her darling boyfriend, scowled when he spotted her from the other side of the town square conversing with such an unsavoury character as Shakespeare. The artist handed the now-fixed violin back to the little girl he’d been sat with and hurriedly strode towards his beloved Jane. The lady jumped a little when she felt a squeezing hand upon her side, but relaxed at the voice that followed, “Sorry to interrupt, but cara mia and I have plans now. Scusa, Will,” Leonardo almost growled the poet’s name before grasping his lady’s wrist and leading her towards a secluded alleyway.

“Leonardo?” Jane’s thin eyebrows raised in surprise and confusion when the couple stopped, with Leonardo having pinned her against a wall, “Leonardo what has gotten into you?” She put her hands up against his broad chest and pushed him back so she had room to properly observe his face, sighing when she recognised his darkened expression, “You don’t need to be jealous of him, cuore mio.” Jane gently cupped Leonardo’s cheeks with her delicate hands and she smiled sweetly when he nuzzled against her touch before burying his nose against her neck.

Leonardo sighed into her pale skin, leaving a few careful kisses on her neck before he raised his head, his expression a mixture of a wounded lion and a heartbroken schoolboy, “I know, Jane, mi amor.” The taller vampire smiled guiltily, standing back a little and anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, “Scusa. I just ...” he looked away, Jane’s rich Spanish green proving too beautiful, too much for his heart to handle, “I want you all to myself. I don’t want that scarafaggio crawling in here.” Leonardo placed his warm left hand over Jane’s heart, smirking smally when her pulse beat faster underneath his touch.

The lady smiled softly, throwing her arms around her boyfriend’s waist and snuggling up against his toned body, “Il mio cuore è tutto tuo.”

-

Leonardo chuckled warmly as Jane’s hand brushed his own when they both reached for the orange paint, “What are you painting with that shade, la mia tigre?” He squeezed her hand softly before withdrawing to grab a jar of dark green paint instead.

“Hm, you’ll see,” the former queen grinned confidently at her lover, sending Cupid’s arrow straight through his chest and filling his heart with overwhelming warmth and affection. They both turned their attention back to their paintings, comfortable in the warm sunshine that streamed through the windows whilst the radio played quietly somewhere in the background. Leonardo noticed Jane occasionally peeking up from over her canvas and gazing at him before turning back to her painting. Likewise, the pureblood was doing the same thing. Without much warning, Piero, the couple’s fat ginger and white cat jumped from his seat on Leonardo’s lap and onto the floor, knocking over several jars of paint as he padded out of the room. “Oh dear,” Jane sighed, kneeling down to clean up the bright splotches on the floor.

“Let me help, cara mia,” as he reached for a rag to wipe the floor, Jane swiped her index finger across her boyfriend’s cheek, giggling when his eyes widened in shock at the cool feeling of paint on his face. Leonardo glanced at himself briefly in the mirror, frowning slightly when he noticed the bright blue splotch on his olive toned skin, “Hey, not fair.” The artist smirked to himself as he dipped his finger into the puddle of sky on the wooden floor and swiped it onto Jane’s button nose.

The pair of them laughed at each other, continuing to splat paint onto one another until they were breathless, grinning in each other’s arms until Jane spoke quietly, “I finished my painting.”

“Oh yeah?” Leonardo stood up and walked around her easel to view a beautiful portrait of himself with the fluffy Piero in his lap. There was a serene smile on his face which matched the one painted in acrylics which he turned towards his beloved, “ ‘s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” The pureblood reached out towards his own canvas and spun it around to show Jane a portrait of herself in vibrant pigments, “Ah but, this doesn’t compare to the real thing.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and placed a warm kiss to her lips, making the lady gasp softly.

Jane muttered against her boyfriend’s lips, “You’re beautiful too, Leo.” And with that, Leonardo picked Jane up and carried her bridal style to the baths to help wash all the paint off of her porcelain perfect skin.

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