#ikemen vampire fan fic

[aquagirl1978]

Cruel Summer - Vlad x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of the Summer Days Sultry Nights writing event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess . This fic was inspired by fanart of Vlad created by @ana-thedaydreamer of a shirtless Vlad at the beach - sorry, I couldn't find the link to the work but it is glorious!

Pairing: Vlad x Reader

Prompt: a walk on the beach & barefoot in the sand

Tags: fluff

You didn’t like summer.

Correction – you hated summer. The long days of summer meant spending time indoors counting down the days until cooler weather, avoiding the cruel heat and everything it brought, from sunburns to bug bites. 

And despite all that, when Vlad had invited you to spend the day at the beach with him, you happily accepted. 

Because going anywhere, doing anything was always better with Vlad.

You took a sip of strawberry lemonade, its ice cubes nearly melted in the heat, doing little to quench your thirst. Fanning yourself with your book, you soon realized there was no relief from the brutal summer heat, even under the shade of your large umbrella. 

"Hey…" Vlad called out your name, his soft, sweet voice distracting you from your misery. "It's much cooler over here."

Shading your eyes with your hand, you looked out towards the shoreline where Vlad was standing, the water barely reaching his knees. He reached down and cupped his hands in the water, splashing some on his face. He stood back up, smiling at you with the sun high above him, droplets of water sparkling like diamonds on his skin. 

You licked your lips as you gazed at Vlad, respectfully admiring his sculpted abs and chest. Your eyes drifted, shamefully lingering at the narrowing of his waist while thoughts danced through your head. Happy thoughts that caused heat to rise to your already warmed cheeks.

What made this summer day so cruel was that you couldn’t act on your thoughts. You couldn’t slip your hand under that thin band of fabric and touch Vlad. Feel him. And see if he was feeling the same exact way you were. 

But the beach you were on was not secluded and actions like that had to wait until later. Much later.

You rose from your chair, your feet sinking into the soft sand, hoping your knees wouldn’t bend and go weak. The hot sand burned the bottom of your feet as you quickly made your way to Vlad. 

“You’re right,” you said with a smile as you reached him. “It is cooler here.” The cool waves were refreshing as the water lapped against your ankles, the soft sand sliding between your toes as you looked up at your lover. 

“Let’s go on a walk,” he suggested, taking your hand in his, the salty sea breeze mussing his pale hair.

Fun will have to wait for later, you told yourself as you walked away with Vlad, summer proving, once again, just how cruel she truly was.

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[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

(Prev. Shakespeare Dream Anon here but I decided to no longer remain anonymous lol)

It is nice and reassuring to learn I am not the only one who has Ikemen Vampire dreams. Shakespeare is my favorite suitor. Oddly enough, I have had the total of four Ikemen Vampire dreams, and only two of them have had Shakespeare in them. I’m so excited to finally talk to someone who understands what it is like to have Ikemen Vampire dreams, so I apologize in advance for the long ask.

The only reason I can recall them so well is because I have started keeping a dream journal. I like to keep my dreams for stories and fan fiction ideas to use later on (though I struggle with writer’s block and I haven’t written anything in long time lololololol).

The first one had Ikemen Vampire show up as a side plot line. I was shopping at a garage sale, and I found Ikemen Vampire 3 for the PS2. I don’t own a PS2 nor did I own one in the dream, so I was very sad. I still bought it because I wanted to find someone who had one. The cover said it was the special fireworks event version, and that it was a whole game with new routes with your beloved characters. I was so excited when I woke up from this dream because I was like “FINALLY I HAD IKEMEN VAMPIRE DREAM”. I also woke up wondering what the second Ikemen Vampire game must have been and what the third game even had.

The second dream sent me back in my sophomore year of high school pre-COVID. I was on the bus, waiting to go to school, when I saw Sebastian come on the bus. The person sitting next to me was my best friend and also another Ikemen Vampire player. (Sadly, they only existed in the dream ;-;) We were both flipping out. I bumped into Sebastian into one of my classes (because he was younger and back in high school too?), and he invited me to come visit the mansion. From there, I (totally) accidentally realized everyone was vampires, and I agreed to help out around the mansion. Unlike MC, I could seriously walk home afterwards and return to my normal life, but I become best friends with Sebastian, and I didn’t want him to take care of a whole mansion by himself especially when we had school work to do.

The third dream was just me dating Shakespeare and having a total fanboy freak out when we did normal couple shit together.

And I already told you my fourth dream. There is a lot more to the plot of the fourth dream. Like how the antique car roller coaster was actually against FBI regulations, but it isn’t Ikemen Vampire related.

I’m curious as to the other Ikemen Vampire you have had if you don’t mind sharing! I hope your Napoleon dreams go well. I believe he is your favorite suitor, so I hope more come your way!

Oh, hello there!! 👋🏻

Hahah, indeed is great to meet another person who is obsessed with ikevamp enough to have weird dreams about it 😂 and omg you're so lucky to have Shakes in all of yours! Don't apologize, you have all my attention about this topic <3

See, you're doing the wise thing by writing them down, mine are either turned into fics or forgotten 😂 and i only started doing that this year oops

I hope you get rid of that nasty writer's block soon! I hope you dream about something really fic-worthy so it gives you the needed push, or maybe you get inspired by something else - don't rush it, it will happen eventually im sure ❤

OK THIS DREAM ABOUT IKEVAMP AS A CONSOLE GAME IS INTERESTING AF. i can almost feel the vibes of being inside this dream and even the cover of the game somehow?? with that firework event?? like those cards where they wore yukatas , i think there were fireworks in the background.... now i feel nostalgic for something that never happened

AND THE SECOND ONE TOO?? this is a whole made up universe combining irl and the game's world and yet it works out so fine?? it's not a weird dream is someone's carefully thought AU fic HKJHKJHJKK no but seriously, i love the idea of the door working fine to the point where sebas can go back and continue his education if he wishes or for mc to freely go back home, i enjoy reading about this in fics... i can imagine this one so well too 😭😭

LOL the third one 😂😂 after the two previous ones this is a nice change of pace as if your brain is simply rewarding you

OKAY I DIDN'T EXPECT THE FBI TO JOIN IN. wow. we're back with the crazy dreams then 😂😂

ok now i'm feeling dumb because i have nothing to contribute to this 😂 im going to type "dream" into my groupchat conversation history and see if i actually forgot about smth interesting but i doubt it 😂 don't expect much from me, i just woke up from a dream where ducks were falling from the sky and i wanted one to land on my outstretched arm and got sad that none did 😂😂

ok i found one "i dreamed about Comte singing"; one "i dreamed about being in a poly relationship with comte and Fenrir" and three "i dreamed about napoleon but i don't remember any details" 😭😭

im sorry that ive nothing interesting for you, i'll make sure to let you know if i do though, i tend to dream a lot these days (so much for the quality of my sleep tho, today too, i feel like i didnt as much as blink the whole night) and THANK YOU for sharing all of this, i really like talking about stuff like that and your imagination is wild and beautiful even when you sleep 😂❤ HAVE A GREAT DAYYY, come talk whenever you want to, for whatever you want to talk about!

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Welcome, dearest customer...

This bakery is open to cater to your needs...

About the baker: Hello everyone! You can refer to me as Cookie or Cass. I am 18 years old and uses she/her pronouns. I've been writing fanfiction for two years now (can you imagine that? For someone with a short attention span, that's quite a feat!! ^_^)

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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:

@dilfosaur

@dear-mrs-otome

@aaviav

@kashimalin

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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[ikemenlibrary]

Pretty Little Thing (Ikemen Vampire)

Pairing: Charles-Henri Sanson x Belle (MC)

Day 2 of @voltage-vixen​ ​‘tis the season for smut! Prompt: Wrapped and bonded in holiday ribbon

Summary: She found another use for the ribbon she was using to decorate the castle with 

Warnings: nsfw, pure nastiness below the cut; minors dni - hints of a dom/sub relationship, degradation kink, orgasm denial

“Look at you,” she cooed, her nails scratching slightly as they traced up Charles’s bare chest. “Tied up all pretty for me.” Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor and Charles had to stop himself from shuddering as he felt her body stop up by his head. “You’re a perfectly wrapped toy, all ready for me to play with as I please.”

Charles was laying on his back, his arms tied with a bright red bow right below his protruding cock. His eyes were covered with another piece of holiday ribbon and his mouth was as gagged with the final piece that his partner had found whilst decorating the castle. When she said earlier that she wanted to save some of the ribbon, he thought nothing of it— now, it was the only thing he could think of.

Her fingers pinched his right nipple once before going to toy with the piercing in his left and Charles had to bite on the ribbon hard so that he stayed quiet. “So pretty,” she whispered. She hadn’t said it with the intention of him hearing but with his senses heightened, Charlie heard her praise clear as day and the satisfaction traveled from his ears down to his dick. It twitched, and she giggled, using her other hand to playfully bat at his cock. “You’re my pretty boy,” she said, relishing the way he responded to her affection.

Without another word, she moved around his body, straddling his lap. Her wetness pressed against his cock and Charles stretched his tied hands, wanting to reach out and touch her, but she playfully slid herself over his cock, just out of reach.

This time he moaned out, rendering her speechless for a moment before Charles could feel her smirking gaze on him. She reached up and tugged on the piece of ribbon in his mouth, pulling his head up so her lips could graze against his own. “Good toys are supposed to stay quiet.”

Charles hesitated for a moment, before struggling to speak against the makeshift gag. “I never said I was good.” She paused, her hips wiggling teasingly on his cock stopping. Then she moved, her warmth encasing his dick disappeared and Charlie felt her breast brush over his lips, his nose before the piece of ribbon keeping him from seeing her disappeared. He blinked in the brightly lit room and his eyes finally focused on the woman settling back onto his lap, still not allowing him to penetrate her, but encasing his dick in her wetness.

She smirked as their eyes met and Charles felt his cock twitch beneath her once again. “You’re bad?” She asked him.

He gulped. It was hard to swallow around the gag. “Very,”

“And do you know what happens to bad pretty boys?” She moved her hips and if he knew he’d get away with it, he’d have ripped off the bow on his wrists to grab her, flip her over, and fuck her into the mattress.

Charlie shook his head no and she laughed, it was a cynical laugh. One that should have scared him but instead aroused him even more than he already was. “Mmm, bad boys don’t get any orgasms.” Charles’s abs clenched as she drove the point home by dragging her pussy over his cock before holding it at her entrance. He was so close to being able to have her sink down, and if she did that, he’d be able to finally feel her wetness on his fingertips.

She made his head spin.

It was almost as if she was the one with supernatural powers because at that moment, she sunk down onto his cock, pressing her clit onto his extended fingertips and grinding down, her breaths coming out in pants as she used Charles to pleasure herself.

And despite the tears streaming down his cheeks as he held himself back from coating her walls in his cum, Charles was more than happy to stay that way and give her everything she wanted.

[theblinddatinggame]

Date #7

Happy happy birthday, dear! I hope your day is filled with lots of sunshine, smiles, sparkles and sweets <3

Written by: @ikemenlibrary

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: tooth rotting sweets and fluff

Back to the Dating Profiles

He was running late.

Correction, his job was running late, causing him to run late in the aftermath. So it wasn’t his fault, not really.Still, it didn’t matter, since every time he felt his phone buzz in his front pocket, he felt a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach.

He and Zeta had met on a blind dating app. They matched because they both liked each other’s profile; she seemed smart, spunky, seemed like someone with something interesting to say. Plus, she liked sweets, which was one of the best ways to work yourself into Theo’s good graces.

Theodorus and Zeta were supposed to meet at their university’s art exhibit that was going on during the week. As Theo was getting ready for the date though, he got a text from his best friend Arthur letting him know that there was a new pop up art gallery near a bar the pair frequented on weekends. Theo didn’t even hesitate to run on over to the location and scout out some new talent for his agency.

What he didn’t expect was that convincing them to sign on would take so long.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment,” Theo cleared his throat as one of the artists turned away from him to talk to another potential buyer and pulled out his phone while walking in the general direction of the bathroom.

He had at least 12 missed texts from Zeta, and more were incoming at the moment. Theodorus felt bad; he didn’t want to stand her up, he just loses track of time when he works.

At least she already knew that from his profile and would understand when he called her. Hopefully.

The phone rang twice before she picked up, her sugary sweet voice lined with a lemony sour tang of annoyance. “You better have a good explanation for not showing up, Theodorus!” Zeta humphed into the phone and Theo bit back a huff of laughter. It was cute.

“Stop barking at me for a moment, will you?” Theo leaned on the door of the bathroom stall he locked himself in. “Listen, I know I’m running late and I’m sorry if you thought I stood you up-” he was cut off by a toilet flushing.

“Are you in the bathroom right now?” Zeta asked, her voice rising in amusement. “Don’t tell me you planned two dates in one day and this first one was running late so you had to make up an excuse to call me in the bathroom.”

“Shush,” Theo’s voice came out a little harsher than he had intended and he internally cringed, making an effort to soften his voice. “I got caught up with something for work, I’m really sorry.” He sighed out, running his hands through his tousled hair. “I can’t leave without signing at least one of the guys here. Can I take a rain check if I promise to make it up to you another time?”

The other end was quiet, so quiet that if he didn’t hear the birds chirping or the wind rustling, Theo would have thought Zeta hung up on him. Finally, she spoke. “Can you send me your location?”

He was shocked by her boldness, but also felt a smile grace his lips. “What, gonna come do my job for me?”

“I have been looking for something to do in my free time after my homework.” Zeta teased. “Maybe if I can prove I do it better than you I’ll get hired on the spot.”

They shared a laugh together. Theo liked how it sounded.

“Alright, my location will be sent to your phone as soon as we hang up.”

“Well then, I better hang up. I’d hate to be late for my date.” Something on Zeta’s end was rustling and Theo realized she was probably gathering up her stuff from where she was sitting and waiting.

“Don’t leave me waiting too long,” Theo teased back. “Might have to punish you with no ice cream if you do.” “Theodorus! At least save that type of talk for in private.” Zeta laughed. “Seriously though, I’m hanging up now so I can start heading on my way.”

“I’ll see you before too long,” Theo said, but she had already pressed the end call button and he was stuck talking to the dial tone.

Pocketing his phone, Theo exited the stall, washed his hands, and went back to the main area to begin chatting up the potential new clients again. Theo always hated this part; he liked recruiting new artists but talking to them about the company was slightly boring and very mundane. He liked art, it was easy to understand in a complex way. He never had to question how a piece made him feel. People were different; sometimes they came off differently to him than they meant to and usually that ended up with someone’s feelings getting hurt (and they usually weren’t Theo’s).

“Hey mister,” a woman came up and stood next to Theo. “If you’re considering going with either this guy,” she jabbed a finger at Theo. “Or that idiot over there.” Pointed at a guy across the room this time. “I’d recommend this one right here. The other one is promising everyone the same thing and giving the same exact speech to each person. He’s just trying to recruit anyone.” She stopped to take a deep breath. “This fella right next to me genuinely cares about your success and wellbeing and has only spoken to you and one other person here. I’m just sayin’, I know who I’d choose.”

The potential client eyed the woman with sharp eyes before nodding his head and looking towards Theo. They quickly exchanged contact information and Theo thanked the man for doing business together.

“So, where’s my new job offer?” Zeta giggled, holding out her hand like she was waiting for Theo to hand her something. “Oh, I’m Zeta by the way.”

“You think I couldn’t tell after all that?” Theo raised his eyebrow with a small smirk playing on his lips. “I’m Theo.”

“I know. You told me you wore a cool hat when you were working so I obviously had to find the man with the dorkiest looking hat in the room.” Zeta tapped on the brim and Theo turned away defensively.

“Hey, I like my hat.” He objected.

“That’s okay, everyone has their guilty pleasures!” Zeta laughed again. She was so cheerful it almost hurt. “Mine is indulging myself with lots of sugar.”

“That’s not even a guilty pleasure, it’s a way of life.” Theo responded, still eyeing the pieces on display at the gallery.

“At least you get it. I went on a date with someone who hated sweets and even compared me to his father figure when talking about loving sugar.” Zeta stopped and pointed at a post-impressionism piece of art. “I like this one a lot. Makes me feel excited.”

“Excited?” Theo glanced at her with a raised brow.

“Look, I don’t know all the art terms you fancy art people do! I just know I like this one.”

Theo studied the piece. “It reminds me of my brother’s work.”

It was Zeta’s turn to raise her eyebrows. “Is that a good thing?”

“It’s great,” Theo responded, taking out a magnifying glass to inspect the piece closer.

As the artist approached, Zeta took a step back with her hands raised. “I’ll let you two talk. I’ll be waiting outside.”

Zeta sat on a bench outside the pop up gallery and watched through the window as Theo worked his charm and easily got the contact information of a second new client and as he joined her outside on the bench she grinned. “It’s kinda fun to watch you work.” Theo narrowed his eyes at her. “Okay, now I know there’s something really wrong with you.” He reached out to tousle Zeta’s hair. “Who likes watching people work?”

Zeta grinned, running her fingers through her hair as a makeshift brush. “It’s fascinating when you can tell the person you’re watching is super passionate.”

Theo felt his cheeks heat up in a blush and he ducked his head so it wasn’t seen under the brim of his hat. “Anyways, wanna go get some ice cream?”

Zeta took a look at Theo with his outstretched hand and without hesitation grabbed it. “I’d love to, so long as you pay since you technically stood me up the first time.”

He rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his lips as her hand fell into his own. “I guess it’s the least I can do. Especially since you were expecting a nonexistent job offer.”

As they walked toward the ice cream shop, Zeta’s bag banging on her hip, she spoke once more. “I’d take ice cream over a job offer from you any day. Besides, I don’t think it’d be professional to date my boss.”

Theo’s laughter rung out in the spring breeze and for a moment, everything felt just right in the world.

[luna-shewolf]

Hello! This is a piece I did with @ughloise on her fic she did for @ikevampbigbang event 2021.

It was so fun to draw something based on her fic so go check out her fic for Vincent. If you love Vincent it’s a must or if you just love anything for ikemen vampire! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[rokutouxei]

filling in the gaps

theodorus van gogh/mc | T | 3603 | ao3 link in bio you are damaged goods, and there is only so much love can do.

⚠ warnings: attempted suicide, depressive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, panic attacks, and cursing. please be careful if you’re reading this. ⚠

(a little vent fic for a bad dream) 

comte had asked you if you wanted to go back “home.”

it takes all your strength to bite back the automatic retort: what is home anyway? the future you’ve thrown away? can you still go back to that? won’t doing so be like an uprooting? to be harshly pulled out of this little dream-like living in a mansion with vampires reality you’ve burrowed yourself into, back into the unforgiving unknowable of the time you once called yours.

you consider his suggestion idly, sitting on the plush chair in his room, watching his many hourglasses count the passing of irreversible time. your eyes fall onto the one that marks that door’s opening. you bite your lower lip.

“you don’t have to make a decision tonight, or anytime soon,” comte assures you, one hand on your shoulder. “you have to do what’s best for you. and whatever you decide, i’ll be behind you.” you can only nod because your throat is in a tight knot. “i’m sure theodorus will understand.” the mention of his name breaks your heart. comte stares at you, trapped in a corner with his inability to do anything more for you. “i’ll have sebastian bring tea to your room. you should rest tonight.”

“thank you, comte,” you manage to say, and with a sigh get up from the chair. something creaks and you don’t know if it’s the floor or your heart.

theo won’t be home for three more days.

-

for a week, you’ve been dreaming of asylums.

you move down the gray halls like a ghost, passing through doors, gates. you hear a stranger’s manic laughter at the end of a hallway, in a locked room. there’s the clinking of chains matched with muted screams from another. the clanking of trolleys with medicine bottles and syringes, accompanied by the footsteps of a harried nurse. she’s rushing to get somewhere, except you don’t know if she’s coming in, or running out.

the path in the building is winding and labyrinth-like. every inch you move inward, it gets darker. you turn to an open window and jump without thought. but gravity doesn’t pull you downwards; you land gently like a fallen flower petal. only here do you realize you’re translucent.

eventually, you find your way to the garden, the sun shrouded by clouds. people rush past you like they don’t see you. somehow, that’s comforting. that is, until someone in a patient’s green dressing gown begins to thrash and cry out loud; nurses, doctors rush out and press them to the ground, cheek to the dirt. a doctor pulls out a syringe from his pocket like a soldier would a sword, a weapon to protect himself, and injects the ill with something that makes them spasm, then quiet down. limp. boneless.

(you want to turn away but you can’t.)

they’re awake. the asylum staff begin to stand up, get off their knees, but the patient is left on the ground. if you squint hard enough, you see tell-tale stitches along the crown of their head; they look like they’re about to split open. the unnamed patient look up from where they’re pushed down and look up at you with familiar sunken eyes. they mouth: you’re next.

with the swift crashing sensation of being woken up, you realize where you’ve seen those eyes before. you turn to the mirror, wondering if you’re still dreaming.

-

you didn’t want to talk to vincent, because talking to vincent is tantamount to telling theo. but somehow you know he’ll understand, he definitely will, and unconsciously, you’re drawn to his vicinity as the whatever simmers coldly in your gut. he doesn’t ask questions—thankfully—and just offers you company.

theo probably already knows, anyway. after all, this has been going on for months. not completely terrible months, no, there were good weeks, great days. but the haze remains.

vincent is a kind spectator, patient, quiet, only really offering advice, words, hugs, when you show that you’re ready for it. you wonder if it’s because he knows what it’s like: can tell the signs, can figure out the clues.

today, you sit on his sofa with a book from the library. when you get distracted, you look up, watching him paint. he has a little vase of multicolored hydrangeas, a gift from dazai. vincent sprayed the flowers with water to give them a shine, and he’s trying to figure out how to show it on his painting. his hands are stained with ink.

the part of you that has loved theo all this time would have beamed with excitement, because there is nothing like vincent’s paintings, especially when he’s trying out something new.

but that part of you is silent.

you stare at his canvas with empty eyes.

you wonder how quickly will the hydrangeas wilt and die.

theo won’t be home for two more days.

-

when you started showing symptoms again, you hadn’t even noticed it. it was theo who noticed it first, and when he’d brought it up to you, you laughed it off saying you were only tired. but once he’d told you, it became glaringly undeniable.

the weight you thought was exhaustion. the worry you thought was simply from circumstance. the sleeplessness you blamed on coffee. the oversleeping you blamed on… night-time activities with theo. the trembling in your hands you blamed on the weather.

no. the monster you’d thought you’d left in the 21st century had followed you through a time traveling door. you can make a home out of a whole new time period and it’ll still follow you around. you’d never really escaped it. it only quieted down, long enough for you to think you were safe.

now you were not safe.

there are no pills here yet, so long practiced strategies for preserving what’s left of a shattered stability returns to the forefront. getting enough sunlight. eating good, healthy food. exercising regularly. getting enough sleep. for a while it becomes enough. getting out of bed becomes easier. things don’t seem bleak. for a while you feel the cold retreating.

until it doesn’t.

one day, theo catches you with your hands around your neck, crying, gasping, trembling, eyes red, cheeks stained with tears. wild eyes, like you’re seeing something he cannot. it takes him a full thirty minutes to get you to focus on him and on the present. it takes him another hour to get you to stop crying and shaking, to clean you up.

that night, you wake up on his bed tucked under his blanket, cold and alone. you open your eyes slowly and see him by the window, looking out at the moon, its silver light over his hard features. he looks terrified. it takes you a while to realize it’s because he’s already seen death in the face once, just on someone else’s eyes. someone he treasures too. and that… was like being greeted by it once more.

you decide, as much as you can, to never show him your breakdowns again.

-

you didn’t want to be dependent on theo. you wanted to stand next to him, and be strong, and help him fulfill his dreams, and build yourself a new one in this time.

you had so much planned for the both of you.

sitting alone in his room, in the dark, wearing one of his dress shirts with all but two buttons closed, under his blanket, you feel these dreams slip in between your fingers like fine sand.

theo has always been there filling in the gaps for your empty spaces. and he’s taken the role without complaint either. the spaces between your fingers are for his. the little hole in your heart filled with a love that refuses to erode. where there is doubt he fills it with assurance, and where there is fear he pledges protection.

so you say in exchange you will offer him your everything, but what are you in return for all the treasures he is giving you? he’s handed you the world, and you are damaged goods.

and there is only so much love can do.

you close your eyes and look at the clock. just a bit before midnight. you probably won’t get a wink of sleep.

theo will be home tomorrow, but it feels far too long.

-

do you know that feeling when everything has finally clicked and something you’ve long wanted to do has been made possible, the universe aligning things to your advantage and you feel invincible? today feels like that day, at last. it’s because theo’s finally coming home, you say to yourself. and it’s true, you had missed him. except something about that just doesn’t feel quite right.

but you appreciate the way your body doesn’t seem to fight you for every move you want it to make. you’re watering the flowers in the garden when your mind begins to float again.

grounding, you were told once. back at home, comte had called it. a place that feels like a million years ago, ironically, when it’s a psychiatrist’s office a hundred years into the future. activate your senses, focus on the present, let your thoughts go away with your breath.

the taste of the fresh air.

the soft green of the grass.

the smell of the sweet flowers.

the bright blue of the sky.

the sound of the birds singing lovely songs to each other.

you hold them together in your mind, but what happens when you can’t breathe?

your eyes open wide.

wind, you realize. you need wind.

-

already dressed for a trip out, you say you forgot to buy a welcome-back gift for theo, and you’d promised him something special. sebastian doesn’t quite buy your lie, noticing the deep circles under your eyes, but he lets you go anyway. you predict he’ll send someone off to follow you—napoleon, jean—but that will take time, and that’s enough.

you’re great at acting when you have to be. sebastian asks you to put on a coat and bring an umbrella, while he calls a carriage. there’s a storm coming in, he says. you better come back quick, master theodorus will be home any minute. you nod and smile and follow his orders obediently. for the first time in weeks, you feel weightless.

you ask to be dropped off at one of the galleries you and theo frequent. an inconspicuous place, you imagine, when sebastian calls the driver back and ask where’d you gone to. when, you’re sure. not if.

you say thank you as you get down and watch the carriage disappear into the distance. and then, you turn on your heel and walk towards the inevitable.

-

there’s a graveyard at the edge of town. past it, there’s an open cliffside, beyond where the forest ends. you’ve never been to that cliff before, but somehow it feels familiar. the path your feet forges down the dirt feels like it was made for you. you feel like you’ve been here once, in a dream.

when you get there, the sky has turned a dark gray, the clouds just about to burst, an impending storm. you breathe deeply, inhaling the wind that smells like sea and rain, filling your lungs. you linger at the hem of the forest, and should someone see you, they’d say you’re hesitating. you’re not.

you’re so excited your hands are shivering.

ground yourself, you were told once, activate your senses. you take your feet out of your shoes, jumping at the cool of the rock underneath you. steady unlike the swinging in your head. you take your coat off, placing it on the ground, finally feeling the full brunt of the cool wind. you pull your hair out of its ties, letting it loose in the breeze.

you feel so light. like you were made to be here the whole time.

why hadn’t you come here earlier?

one step, two. toward the cliff. the crashing of the waves seem louder and louder. it takes you a moment to realize it’s only because your heart has stopped drumming in your ears. calmness—you feel full, a good kind.

you can jump now. no one to stop you. jump now, while no one has arrived, you tell yourself.

thunder rolls in the distance. a flash of lightning. you step closer to the edge. not too close, but close enough that you feel dizzy. gently, you get down on your knees, just to touch the edge with your hands, as if making sure it’s actually here.

like you’re not dreaming this time. not a ghost, walking through halls. this time you are real.

this is next time.

your heart races up your chest instinctively, warning you of the possibility of falling, but you press your palm on your chest and shush it. quiet, heart—there is nothing to fear. the waves look beautiful—a deep, dark color, something between blue and gray, the white of seafoam in intricate shapes. the waves whip along jagged rocks at the bottom. they sound they make like a frantic parent, shushing a crying child.

the ocean is a beautiful place to die.

slowly, you get up on your feet. there is no more shaking. no more heart desperately begging. there is only you, and all the other parts of you that have conceded defeat. your brain races with excitement at the satisfaction of falling—of having the courage of jumping.

lightning strikes once more. then thunder. you tell yourself, the next time it flashes white, you’ll jump before the thunder calls.

seconds pass. you don’t want to wait, but you’ve waited all this time—what’s a little bit more? your mind is a traitor, flashing imagined worried faces of the rest of the people in the mansion. comte, who will feel infinitely at fault. sebastian, who had let you go. vincent, for not being able to save you even if you were able to be vulnerable with him. everyone else. napoleon, mozart, jean, isaac, arthur, dazai. shakespeare, elsewhere.

and theo.

oh, why theo?

sorry, you want to tell him.

well, you did. you think of the necklace you’d left behind on his bed. the engagement ring strung on it. he would know what it meant.

that’s why it hurts, because he would know.

and you’d rather spare him all this.

hondje!

ah, now you’re hearing him? this is unfair, you tell your brain. we’ve gotten so far, and now you’re sabotaging all my efforts.

hondje!

you take a deep breath, and your eyes are filled with white. lightning strikes in the distance, a go-signal from the universe. your right leg swings over the edge, and—

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

a warm hand curls around your wrist and pulls you backward strongly. you crash into solid arms just as the thunder rolls in with an unprecedented anger.

you only catch a glimpse of your beloved theo’s face, not enough to look clearly, before you’re buried into his chest, his arms around you so tight like he’s worried you’ll disintegrate into thin air if he doesn’t hold you strongly enough.

now stuck in the darkness, your other senses begin to refocus.

taste. there’s blood in your mouth. coppery. you must have bitten your tongue. it makes you nauseous.

smell. the cologne he always wears when he’s going somewhere fancy. sweat, like he ran all the way here. and that distinct theo smell that reminds you of home, like pressed clothes and fresh rain and love. it makes your heart twinge. you were looking for this, hiding underneath his sheets and wearing his clothes. you hoped it would save you. it didn’t. it couldn’t.

touch. why is he shaking if he’s so warm? he has an arm across your head, his hand in your hair, you feel his fingers press against your scalp. his other hand digs into your waist so hard you feel his nails. but the sting is comforting. and it doesn’t actually hurt much, it just feels… real. heavy. tangible. you haven’t felt this in a while. like somehow everything before this touch was just a dream.

and then you hear him. it takes so long, but then you hear him. he’s angry. but not in the way that makes you flinch, that scares everyone who dares oppose him. it’s that kind of angry where he’s hurt so bad the only way he can get it out of him is anger, and you’re breaking too. you can hear it in his voice, the way it shakes, the way it’s desperate to be heard. you feel it even if you don’t hear the words over the hum of your brain, a buzzing that doesn’t seem like it’ll ever go away.

you try to patch up the scattered syllables.

maybe he says “what the fucking hell were you thinking? what if i didn’t make it on time? what would i have fucking done? did you even consider thinking of that? godverdomme, schatje.”

theo doesn’t curse, never that much.

you wonder if this is really him. you wonder if you did this to him.

the part of your mind that is still self-destructing tries to escape his hold: the places where he touches you feels on fire, and deep inside of you a voice calls for the cool embrace of the ocean.

but you don’t find the strength to get up. if death was to burn in searing pain in his arms, then let it be: a penitence for sins you’ve done. for the hurt you’ll leave him breaking apart on.

except theo is cruel, and he will not let you die. when you drift back, he’s calling your name like you weren’t in his arms, but somewhere else.

and you were, somehow. you’ve long left this place, in your head. but you can’t not come back when he’s calling you like that.

silence.

the hush of the wind is all you hear. the waves. your mind goes quiet too.

you wonder if theo’s run out of things to say, or he’s figured that you don’t have the strength to listen. but he doesn’t loosen his embrace around you. for a second, you wonder if you’ve finally died, and you’d just not realized it.

until it rains.

raindrops cold like ice falling from the unforgiving gray sky. it makes you look up, on instinct, and when you do, you catch his eyes. you don’t know if it’s the light, or your own eyesight, but he looks back at you with a stare like a stormy gray sea that has watched many ships sink into its depths.

he’s watching you sink.

you’re watching yourself sink.

you do the least you can do: force the barest of a smile onto your lips, even if it hurts.

and then he cries.

you almost don’t notice because of the rain and how intensely he’s looking at you, but you see the hitch in his breath. his narrowed eyebrows.

his eyes.

at that moment, everything crashes down onto you with its full weight. suddenly, you are flesh and bone again. it’s sensory overload and you feel everything with great intensity: the icy rain dripping on your bare skin, the weight of your clothes, the blood rushing through your veins, the dig of theo’s hands on your skin, the cool of the stormy breeze.

oh, fuck, the weight of having to exist.

the back of your eyes finally burn with tears you’ve been begging to cry out for months—it makes you sob and theo pulls you back against his chest. like in a bubble, stuck in this small moment of each other’s company, the storm, the cliff, the waves don’t exist: there is only you and him, bodies together after what seems like an eternity of floating in the void.

you whisper sorry so weakly into the rain-damp fold of his collar you don’t know if he heard you. but it seems he does, because he presses a kiss to your forehead—chin rough with a light stubble, the sensation grounding you—

and whispers right against your traitorous brain, the one that always is out to knock the life out of you, “live. live. live.”

over and over again like a prayer, like if he says it long enough it’ll ring the same way the next time the shadow that sleeps in your veins wakes up again.

“live. live. live—”

fills the gap in the hollow of your chest with his presence. not love, not protection, no vows to protect. just his presence. two survivors pressed together holding on for dear life as the ship begins to sink, with the only comfort, each other.

your arms wind up around his torso, finally returning his hug, and it is only when his shoulders relax that you notice how tense he’s been all this time.

i can’t promise, you want to tell him, but your voice is lost somewhere, drowned out by the storm. you know with all your heart you are already knee-deep in your grave and you have no right making promises about this. i can’t promise you that, but i’ll do my best. so please stay beside me.

darkness begins to cloud your vision; the exhaustion, the sleeplessness taking over. you’re thankful theo is there to hold you up. far away, the sound of hoofbeats, your little 19th century found family coming to rescue the both of you and bring you back home.

yes, you tell your mind, before you drift into restful sleep, lulled by the sound of theo’s heartbeats. warm in his arms. this is what it means to go home.

[panickedpansexualprincess]

My otome apps, as known to my wife;

That Vampire!Napoleon One

My Little Warlord

Red vs Black Wonderland that inspired an Amnesia AU (Coming Soon™)

Fuck you, Victor

The other Sengoku one, where the warlords openly joke about fucking each other

[alloveroliver]

Vampire!Oliver X Alice |MC| “Predatory.”

Smut: Oliver Knight

TW/Kink: Vampire bites/cuts, blood, and praise kink.

WC: 2,136

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Oliver’s sharp teeth dented the smooth flesh of her thigh. Alice lurched as a second bite landed closer to her center. Despite his nibbles, the skin remained unpenetrated as he teased her further. His lips were cold against her bashful skin, making her jerk with every inch he neared her desire.

“You’re such a good girl,” Oliver’s husky voice filled the dark bedroom. “Keep your legs spread for me.”

As much as she wanted to, Alice held back from scampering to slam her legs together in a coy manner. She cracked open her eye and peered down to watch his next move, her fingers digging into the sheet. His pale skin was glowing like marble in the ethereal light of the moon that spilled into his bedroom. His silky skin stretched over robust masculine features like a scarf pulled over solid metal. 

“Mmngh.” She wiggled as his tongue tantalized the outer lip between her legs. “You like this?” His sharp teeth ran along the skin, stopping at the junction of her thigh. “Y-” His teeth sank into her skin beyond her puffy lips. Her leg jerked, and he smirked against it, holding her limb down as the blood met his parched lips. “Hm? Well, do you.” He asked, letting the liquid bead onto the skin and roll down to the white sheets. “Yes!” She bucked off the mattress. Oliver used his tongue to lap up the trails of blood that spilled out of her. Alice’s chest heaved faster while her skin leaked precious lifeforce from the two parallel holes. His finger roamed her pussy before finding her eager entrance. He sucked and nibbled her skin while lapping up the blood, like a predator toying with his prey. “You’re doing so well, but” he pushed his forefinger into her slick core. “You’re still so tight.” He spoke between long licks of his tongue. With his mouth stained red, he licked the pierced skin. The holes healed in an instant with the help of his tongue. Oliver’s eyes met hers, and she could swear he looked more like a lion about to pounce than a man wanting to make love. His shoulder flexed pushing her legs up and apart. His hands held her thighs causing her feet to lift off the bed. His tongue teased her clit, like a snake sensing the air, and his eyes never left her blushing face. He loved to see her like this, dusted in a pink haze all over her skin. She was very much alive and fragile, bringing out more protective instincts in him that he would ever admit. He kissed her pussy like he would her lips, using his tongue to delve beneath the folds. Without rhyme or reason, his mouth met her pussy over and over devouring what he could of her arousal. Alice came alive under him, squirming and bucking her hips into his face. “Say my name,” He managed, keeping his lips and tongue roaming her core. Her back pushed off the bed in a slight arc with a moan. “Oliver…” He growled into her core, eliciting a vibration to her clit with his voice. “Again,” “Oli-ver” She gasped, bringing her hand down to mix into his brown locks. He rocked his hips into the bed, letting his precum leak out onto the sheets. He couldn’t stop the lewd moan that flew out of him from hearing her cry out his name and sounding so desperate for him. His teeth nibbled her clit a few times, making her helplessly whimper. Her desire overflowed and dripped from her pussy down to the bed. Oliver chased after it, licking the sweet nectar all the way down her middle. His tongue ran in circles over her ass, rimming enough to make her legs spasm next to his head. He then ran his teeth along her cunt, using his tongue to tease every part he feared he had yet to taste. “Mm, Oliv-” Her breath hitched, feeling his tongue immerse into her quivering entrance. His fingertips pushed into her thigh at an almost bruising force, yet he held back from damaging her perfect skin. He would blush, if he could, at how breathtakingly frantic she sounded trying to speak his name. His shoulder blades flexed holding his weight up to please her. Alice’s hair was already a mess haloing around her head. The pillow had long since been forsaken, and the sheet was a mess, stained with her collective desire and lifeforce. He ran his tongue in one long stripe against her clit, finally focusing on the engorged, neglected nub. “Do you like that, baby girl?” His gaze met hers while he let go of her legs. Her heels dug into the mattress, and she met his unwavering stare. His eyes were like the morning fog that settled over the ground, twisting and moving with the early breeze. “Yeah,” She moaned, pushing her unclad chest upward. “I like it a lot.” “Do you want more?” One of his palms landed next to her hip on the bed. “I want more. I want to feel you.” His other hand landed to the side of her other hip with a thud. “All of me?” “Your lips,” She spoke, watching his tongue tease the center of her ribs and move upwards. “Your… body” He kissed the valley between her breasts languidly. “Don’t worry, I’m here” he cooed. Oliver moved his hands to either side of her head and rested on his elbows. His cool body hovered above hers, rock-solid yet smooth. He pressed his length against her drenched pussy, sliding along the slickness. Alice wrapped her legs around his waist immediately. Oliver moved to kiss her, but he stayed out of reach, floating centimeters from her lips. “Hm, “ He brushed his nose against the bridge of hers. “Kiss me,” She pushed her mouth up to his. Oliver let their lips meet but only for a fraction of a second. He pulled back and kissed her cheek, then jaw. “What’s wrong?” She inquired. “I’m-” He lifted his face to hers to give her a good look. Blood filled the cracked corners of his lips. He needed more from her, more blood, to sate his eternal thirst. “My kiss won't taste good to you right now, dummy.” “I don’t care,” She cupped his cheeks. The hollow under his eyes deepened along with his smokey gaze. Oliver licked his lips in hopes to clean them. He rocked his hips against her. His cock ran along the center of her body, pleasing her eager clit. Forgetting her request, Alice ground against him whining at his deft thrusts. Oliver reached down and helped guide his length into her clenching hole. “Do you want me?” He teased the head of his cock in a circle over her slit. “I want you,” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want you so bad.”   His chest moved along hers, sending an icy chill over her molten skin. He pressed himself inside her slow and steady. Her legs tightened around his waist, impatient for him to fill her up. Oliver pressed his lips to her chin, egging her to tilt her head back. With every slow movement he pushed himself into her she laid her head back into the pillow, exposing her neck him. His cock constricted when his eyes met the noticeable jump of her pulse in her neck. The vein helplessly throbbed before him. He pressed his lips together, not yet satiated by his lover. His spidery fingers pushed the hair off her shoulder allowing him to eye her sharp collarbone. The sheets ruffled around him while she flexed her whole body beneath. Oliver started with short thrusts while his eyes roamed the expanse of her skin. Alice’s hand came up to his back and smoothed her fingers between his shoulder blades. “Faster,” She clenched he walls around his girth. “Shh,” He nuzzled the side of her neck. “Patience, little one.” His finger mapped the valley of her neck, scraping his sharp nail down her shoulder to her clavicle. The muscles around her shoulder flexed every time his thrusts would fill her aching cunt. Oliver took his sharp nail and pressed it hard into the skin, running up the length of her collarbone. Alice’s lifeblood pooled around her neck and shoulder as he sluggishly sliced her. Mesmerized by the tiny red streams, Oliver's hunger roared to life. He hadn't realized how much his lips peeled up over his fangs, nor how his stomach constricted at the sight until a low growl resounded in his chest. Eagerly, Oliver lapped at the streams of blood and suckled on the pools that collected around her chest. He licked a line up the column of her neck, then moved back down the lick the long slice he made in her skin. “Is the ether still working?” He managed to say between filling his mouth with her blood. The ether, a potion he gave her moments before undressing her, was to numb any pain she would feel from his feeding. In exchange, the pain would feel like a pleasurable warmth that was to spread over her body. “Mhm, it’s working.” She squeezed his back, digging her nails into his skin. Oliver’s hair lightly tickled her flesh as he fed, it was a stark contrast to the hard draws of blood he made from her tender tissue. His lips were covered in red, yet he managed to keep it from dripping down his chin. Slowing down his trusts to nothing, he apologetically licked the wound. The skin sealed back together before his eyes, and Oliver cleaned up the area with his tongue. He moved his face off to the side and wiped his mouth on the covers. Red stained the sheets, appearing darker in the moonlight than it would in the sun. Without further delay, their lips smashed together in a fiery passion. Alice's tongue moved into his mouth, tasting a hint of iron and salt. Oliver braced himself above her and began moving his hips faster with longer strokes. “Oh god, yes…” She moaned into the kiss. “See,” He sped up, snapping his hips against her center. “Good girls get rewarded. And you,” he nibbled her bottom lip. “You’ve been such a good girl.” The praise sent a new flush over her cheeks, and Oliver's demanding hunger screamed in his mind. He reached down and pet her swollen clit, rubbing circles with his fingers. “Ah! Oli-ver.” “That's it…” He whispered into her ear. The prior neglect he gave her clit made the nub ultra sensitive. The simple swirl of his fingers made her see stars. Her cunt clenched around his pumping cock, making Oliver groan in pleasure into the crook of her neck. “I’m- I’m so-” Her body jolted with his fast fuck. “Almost there, you’re so close.” He pressed his head against the side of her face, concentrating on his ministrations. A strangled version of his name sputtered off her lips while her walls clamped down on him. “That's it, baby girl.” Her legs loosened their grip on his waist and fell to the mattress as her chest arched up towards his. Her pleasurable scream filled the room as her climax hit an all-time high. Her pussy hugged him so tightly he couldn’t hold back even if he tried. His cock throbbed hard with sudden release against her pulsing cunt. His gruff moans were strangled as he began to empty himself into her. His hips sputtered, and his hand left her clit to dig into the thin sheet. Oliver’s body went slack on top of hers as his sudden release finally halted. Alice’s arms came up and hugged his icy body to her hot one, hoping to stave off her clammy skin. He held Alice close, moving his hands carefully over her back. He turned her to her side, and they faced each other in the embrace. Despite his continuing hunger, he had his fill tonight. His lips were plump and pink while a rosy tint came to the apples of his cheeks. “I love you,” Alice hugged him closer, moving her head to rest under his chin. She did love him, he didn’t have a doubt. No one on this planet would let a monster like him drink from them in this fashion. At least the ether potion gave her pleasure instead of pain, yet she never judged him for what he was doing. Oliver snuggled her closer with his strong arms. All predatory demeanor was now gone, while he stroked her hair in the afterglow. 

“I love you too, more then you could know.”

[niphredil-14]

Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

(Main Masterlist)

Napoleon:            🡒  Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Napoleon/MC -- Skeletons in the Closet Part 1- Part 2 (FIC)           🡒 Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Sebastian + Comte With an S/o That Wants 2 Birthday Gifts Because It’s Also Valentine’s day (HC)           🡒 Arthur, Napoleon, Leonardo, and Comte With an S/o That Kicks Ass in a Cat Fight (DRABBLE)           🡒 Napoleon Bonaparte/Alexander I- What Was Had (FIC) (NSFW)           🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)           🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)           🡒 Arthur, Napoleon, and Leonardo With a Veteran!S/o (HC)           🡒 Napoleon/Wellington- First Time For Everything (FIC) (NSFW)           🡒 Cottagecore Dream (HC)           🡒 Arthur and Napoleon Jealousy Headcanons (HC)

Leonardo:            🡒 Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Finding Out MC is a Queen (Le Comte, Leonardo, Jean, Vincent, Vincent, Mozart, and Isaac) (HC)            🡒 Arthur and Leonardo With a Clumsy S/o Who Has Lots of Scars (HC)            🡒 Leonardo/MC -- Rough Day (FIC) (ANGST/FLUFF)            🡒 Leonardo, Arthur, Isaac, and Theo With an S/o That Used to be a Pole Dancer (HC)            🡒 Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Sebastian + Comte With an S/o That Wants 2 Birthday Gifts Because It’s Also Valentine’s day (HC)            🡒 Leonardo With An S/o That Is Nocturnal And Sleeps In Odd Places (HC)            🡒 Isaac, Jean, and Leonardo When Their S/o Cries After Their First Time Out Of Happiness (HC)            🡒 Nobunaga, Masamune, Le Comte, Leonardo, and Arthur With an Operatic Singer (HC)            🡒 Arthur, Napoleon, Leonardo, and Comte With an S/o That Kicks Ass in a Cat Fight (DRABBLE)            🡒 Leonardo Falling In Love (Drabble) (HC)           🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)           🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)           🡒 Leonardo With an S/o on Their Period (HC)           🡒 Leonardo/(PLATONIC)Kiddo!MC- Sleepover (FIC)           🡒 Arthur, Napoleon, and Leonardo With a Veteran!S/o (HC)           🡒 Thunder and Cuddles (DRABBLE)           🡒 The Purebloods and Sebastian When Their S/o is Turned Into a Werewolf (HC)           🡒 Comte, Leonardo, and William With a Tomboy! S/o (HC)           🡒 Comte, Leonardo, WIlliam, and Theo With a Confident S/o (HC)

Wolfgang:            🡒 Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Finding Out MC is a Queen (Le Comte, Leonardo, Jean, Vincent, Vincent, Mozart, and Isaac) (HC)           🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)           🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)           🡒 Seeing You Glamoured Up For the First Time (HC)          🡒 Mozart Accidently Hurting His S/o (DRABBLE)           🡒 Theo, Mozart Vincent, Arthur, and Comte With a Singer S/o (HC)

Arthur:            🡒 Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Arthur and Leonardo With a Clumsy S/o Who Has Lots of Scars (HC)            🡒 Jealousy Headcanons (Mitsuhide, Arthur, Comte) (HC)            🡒 Arthur/MC -- A Fan of Holmes? (FIC)            🡒 Leonardo, Arthur, Isaac, and Theo With an S/o That Used to be a Pole Dancer (HC)            🡒 Nobunaga, Masamune, Le Comte, Leonardo, and Arthur With an Operatic Singer (HC)            🡒 Arthur, Napoleon, Leonardo, and Comte With an S/o That Kicks Ass in a Cat Fight (DRABBLE)            🡒 Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Sebastian + Comte With an S/o That Wants 2 Birthday Gifts Because It’s Also Valentine’s day (HC)            🡒 Arthur, Comte, and Vincent When Their S/o Cries After Their First Time Out of Happiness (HC)            🡒 Arthur and Theo With an S/o Who’s Scared of Dogs (HC)            🡒 Arthur as a Parent (HC)           🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)           🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)            🡒 Seeing You Glamoured Up For the First Time (Arthur, Mozart, Theo, Isaac) (HC)          🡒 Arthur, Napoleon, and Leonardo With a Veteran!S/o (HC)           🡒Comte, Theo, and Arthur With a Sick! S/o (HC)           🡒 Arthur and Napoleon Jealousy Headcanons (HC)           🡒 Theo, Mozart Vincent, Arthur, and Comte With a Singer S/o (HC)

Vincent:            🡒 Finding Out MC is a Queen (Le Comte, Leonardo, Jean, Vincent, Vincent, Mozart, and Isaac) (HC)            🡒 Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Vincent/MC -- Caught (FIC) (NSFW)            🡒 Vincent/MC -- Gifts (FIC)            🡒 Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Sebastian + Comte With an S/o That Wants 2 Birthday Gifts Because It’s Also Valentine’s day (HC)            🡒 Jealousy Headcanons Pt. 2 -- Isaac and Vincent (HC)            🡒 Arthur, Comte, and Vincent When Their S/o Cries After Their First Time Out of Happiness (HC)           🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)           🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)           🡒 Vincent and Vlad With a Creative!Shy!S/o (HC)           🡒 Theo, Mozart Vincent, Arthur, and Comte With a Singer S/o (HC)             🡒 Jonah, Isaac, Vincent, and Comte With Their S/o’s Mean Cat (HC)

Isaac:            🡒 Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Finding Out MC is a Queen (Le Comte, Leonardo, Jean, Vincent, Vincent, Mozart, and Isaac) (HC)            🡒 Leonardo, Arthur, Isaac, and Theo With an S/o That Used to be a Pole Dancer (HC)            🡒 Isaac, Jean, and Leonardo When Their S/o Cries After Their First Time Out Of Happiness (HC)            🡒 Jealousy Headcanons Pt. 2 -- Isaac and Vincent (HC)            🡒 Isaac With a Perfectionist! Teen! MC (HC)           🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)           🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)           🡒 Seeing You Glamoured Up For the First Time (Arthur, Mozart, Theo, Isaac) (HC)             🡒 Jonah, Isaac, Vincent, and Comte With Their S/o’s Mean Cat (HC)

Theodorus:            🡒 Arthur and Theo With an S/o Who’s Scared of Dogs (HC)            🡒 Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Sebastian + Comte With an S/o That Wants 2 Birthday Gifts Because It’s Also Valentine’s day (HC)            🡒 Leonardo, Arthur, Isaac, and Theo With an S/o That Used to be a Pole Dancer (HC)            🡒 Theo/MC -- Dissension (FIC) (ANGST/FLUFF)            🡒 Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)           🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)           🡒 Seeing You Glamoured Up For the First Time (Arthur, Mozart, Theo, Isaac) (HC)           🡒 Theo, Comte, and Vlad With a Petite!S/o (HC)           🡒Comte, Theo, and Arthur With a Sick! S/o (HC)           🡒 Theo, Mozart Vincent, Arthur, and Comte With a Singer S/o (HC)          🡒 Comte, Leonardo, WIlliam, and Theo With a Confident S/o (HC)

Jean:            🡒 Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Finding Out MC is a Queen (Le Comte, Leonardo, Jean, Vincent, Vincent, Mozart, and Isaac) (HC)            🡒 When MC Gets Cheated On (Comte, Jean) (HC)            🡒 Isaac, Jean, and Leonardo When Their S/o Cries After Their First Time Out Of Happiness (HC)           🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)           🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)           🡒 Jean and Charles With a Pregnant S/o (HC)

William:            🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)            🡒 Yandere!Ikevamp Boys NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 William/MC -- Dessert (DRABBLE) (NSFW)            🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)            🡒 Comte, Leonardo, and William With a Tomboy! S/o (HC)            🡒 Comte, Leonardo, WIlliam, and Theo With a Confident S/o (HC)            🡒  With a Deaf! S/o (HC)

Comte:             🡒 Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Arthur, Napoleon, Leonardo, and Comte With an S/o That Kicks Ass in a Cat Fight (DRABBLE)            🡒 Nobunaga, Masamune, Leonardo, Comte, and Arthur With an Operatic Singer (HC)            🡒 Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Sebastian, and Comte With an S/o Who Wants 2 Birthday Gifts (Because it’s also Valentine’s Day) (HC)            🡒 Finding Out MC is a Queen (Le Comte, Leonardo, Jean, Vincent, Vincent, Mozart, and Isaac) (HC)            🡒 When MC Gets Cheated On (Comte, Jean) (HC)            🡒 Jealousy Headcanons (Mitsuhide, Arthur, Comte) (HC)            🡒 Arthur, Comte, and Vincent When Their S/o Cries After Their First Time Out of Happiness (HC)            🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)            🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)            🡒 Theo, Comte, and Vlad With a Petite!S/o (HC)            🡒 The Purebloods and Sebastian When Their S/o is Turned Into a Werewolf (HC)            🡒 Comte, Leonardo, and William With a Tomboy! S/o (HC)            🡒Comte, Theo, and Arthur With a Sick! S/o (HC)            🡒 Theo, Mozart Vincent, Arthur, and Comte With a Singer S/o (HC)            🡒 Comte, Leonardo, WIlliam, and Theo With a Confident S/o (HC)             🡒 Jonah, Isaac, Vincent, and Comte With Their S/o’s Mean Cat (HC)

Osamu:            🡒 Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)            🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)            🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)            🡒 Dazai with a Suicidal S/o (HC)            🡒 Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Sebastian + Comte With an S/o That Wants 2 Birthday Gifts Because It’s Also Valentine’s day (HC)

Sebastian:            🡒 Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Dazai, Sebastian + Comte With an S/o That Wants 2 Birthday Gifts Because It’s Also Valentine’s day (HC)           🡒 Yandere IkeVamp NSFW Headcanons (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Putting Makeup on the IkeVamp Boys (HC)           🡒 Surprising the Ikevamp Boys on Their Bed in Lingerie (HC) (NSFW)           🡒 Ikevamp Boys With a Witch!S/o (HC)

Vlad:           🡒 Theo, Comte, and Vlad With a Petite!S/o (HC)           🡒 Vincent and Vlad With a Creative!Shy!S/o (HC)           🡒 The Purebloods and Sebastian When Their S/o is Turned Into a Werewolf (HC)

Faust:           N/A

Charles:            🡒 Charles With a Bold, Lusty, Fem!S/o (HC)             🡒 Jean and Charles With a Pregnant S/o (HC)            🡒  Charles With an S/o With a Similar Personality to Mozart (HC)

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Chemistry Lessons

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Arthur Conan Doyle 

Prompt: See the post at the bottom after the cut for the conversation that inspired this fic. Otherwise: happy birthday little @nuttytani​!!! That you may grow tall and stronk on our C8H11NO2 + C10H12N2O + C43H66N12O12S2!!!

Love you lots, even if we bully you more. 😂😂😂

Word count: -1K

Warnings: Lots of chemistry and inaccuracies. Mentions of sugar and coffee. Definitely crack. 

Masterlist

With the newly gained vampiric constitution Arthur had found that he needed less sustenance that had kept him up as a human. However, as an author he found there was one substance that he simply couldn’t replace with some blood to get his ink running. That substance was coffee, for those who hadn’t caught on yet and it was a source of many a headache in the mansion, but especially with you.

“Water is life,” you had firmly exclaimed, putting a glass of water firmly next to Arthur’s empty mugs of coffee. It was a clear sign of what you wanted him to do, but Arthur Conan Doyle never had been an easy man to deal with as bright blue eyes eyed you with a witty mischief that spelled out the rest of the story.

“Debatable, love. Very debatable, since I thrive on blood mostly,” he winks at you, the pointy end of his fang flashing past his lips in a suggestive manner that made you flinch as you covered your neck, not in the mood yet to allow the man to have his way with you.

That was the end of the first round, but you weren’t one to give up quickly as a special event was just rounding the corner in the mansion.

“What will be your darling little wish this year?” Arthur had asked with a jovial smile on his face, prepared for anything that day on your birthday. After all, the conversation still lingered in his mind and if anything the man prided himself in being able to read you so well.

The glass of water that appeared once more set a smile to his face, his answer ready as he gallantly took it from you.

“You know,” he said, before setting down the glass on the table, seating you down in front of your birthday cake. “You were right. Water is life,” he starts out, and out of his breast pocket he pulls a notebook and his trusty fountain pen that gets unsheathed. It would have filled you with hope, if it wasn’t for the fact that you were facing the infamous author of Sherlock Holmes himself, wit and imp in person.

“For,” and here he started to scribble down the familiar formula of water ‘H2O’ in his scratchy handwriting as he glances up at you with a glimmer, “caffeine doesn’t hold enough molecules to make up for it,” he explains, as he writes down the less familiar formula of caffeine: ‘C8H10N4O2’ underlining the water and oxygen molecules in there.

A dread was spreading within you as you started to get a clue on what the man was getting at. Though terribly untrue and inaccurate you felt that you couldn’t raise your voice against it, not to the man who had a blip for everything. Not when he was so confidently leading the scene as if he had you in the palm of his hands and planned out all of the possible stages and responses in his head. Thus you continued to watch his hand move on onto the paper as he continued to write another line:

‘C12H22O11’

This one crossed you as a little more familiar, and with the earlier setup and explanation you could see what the punchline was. Arthur didn’t even need to explain it as he peered at your face, enjoying the pout on your face much too well as he drew you in and sat you down in front of your cake.

“With all the sweetness you provide I easily get all of my water in,” Arthur whispers as he sweeps down to your ear, sure to make you feel the heat of his breath fan over the sensitive skin there before he takes in the blush set on your face.

“Liar,” you chuckle, “that’s sugar. What are you, Theo?”

To this Arthur wraps an arm around you, easily fitting himself in your seat as he pulls you up into his lap, a finger going to your chin as he gives it an affectionate nudge.

“But you’re like sugar to me,” he flirts and you roll your eyes, deciding that continuing the debate on what was good for his health was not worth it with every quip he had to give.

[janumun]

read the afbranden fic today and i think doing so just cemented my place in the ikevamp fandom lol. i've heard of ikevamp before but i've never played it or any of the other games by cybird, but i'm weak for great character designs and pretty art styles and your stories and hcs are just nothing short of magnificent that i'm absolutely invested in this franchise now. i feel so shy asking this but could u maybe do smth for will in the near future cuz he's turning out to be my favorite, pretty please?👉👈

Thank you so much for your kind words, @lady-belladonna. 💕 Yours is the highest compliment a writer could receive, and to know my writings may have provided a [thirst] gateway into the drug game that is Ikemen Vampire, this is pretty much me right now 😂:

Moving on! Yes to beautiful character designs and drop-dead gorgeous men. I am a slave, which is exactly what got me captured by Disney's Hot AF villains in their Twisted Wonderland game. (Talk about being easy, me, way to go LOLOL)

I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that William is so far your favorite. Lord knows that poor Shit Stirrer™️ doesn't earn himself a lot of love within the fandom. If you'd like to 🙇‍♀️ and haven't checked these out yet, I have written a few things for him (NSFW however!):

Headcanons

His general kinks

His general kinks (a vengeance) part two

Drabble

Enslaved

As for your last question, I'm not sure when (if ever) I'll get down to penning more for him in the future but please do have this drabble instead (a William fan is always welcome to a tiny offering from me). I hope you enjoy it!

Title: A Dangerous Gamble (IkeVamp Shakespeare)

Pairing: Shakespeare/Female Reader

Warning Tags: acting out a script (a flair for the dramatics), role-play (Shakespearean style), [mild] threat of suicide (as an act)

Summary: Wherein Shakespeare plays the part of an ill-famed nobleman out to convince his newly captured maiden to forgo taking her life and spend her eternity with him instead.

Author's Notes: If any of those warnings, although not explicit, sound terrible to you, please skip reading this one! (This is un-edited, we let ourselves die and be revived, as sad and fucked up, as Arthur LOL)

“Alack, wouldst it be thou find it personal hell to marry me, lady.”

A careful step forward; amber and red disconcerting in their pleasant sweep of her defense. As if in observation of a droll delight rather than her assumed fright as she — right upon cue — moves to brandish the dark bottle she clutches, supposedly deadly poison, in between them in declaration of her threat. Warning him away, to not approach if he cares to save face among nobility, at all.

Shakespeare’s lips: bow of an elegant smile, move to stretch into tickled chimes of soft laughter — soft as fur upon a wild beast — before daring another foot forward. He observes how her spine turns to stone, then trembles upon the display of a predatory noble lord — her reactions, her own rather than of an actress set upon his stage. “Mayhap were I to try convincing your mind, fair treasure. If you would be good and abandon thy thoughts of destruction.” He pleads, just as sweet.

Another step.

“Instead…” One more. She releases a sound so lovely — breathless and desperate — he wishes he could gather her up and drink her down soon, to hear her keen her siren’s song once more.

“Fall unto destruction, together with me. Be my bride, my Juliet and I shall but surrender myself at your very feet. Kiss your every step, until thou accept of me as naught but thy humble man.” Her bottle of poison — Blanc — leaves the confines of her delicate fingers; he plucks it clean off her before it crashes to the floor. An arm, caresses, coiling across the circle of her waist. Tugging against himself.

William, she breathes, stars within her gaze, the flush of wine is in her cheeks, and he has not allowed for them to partake of any alcohol yet. A shudder buffets through his body, wanting to test an eager tongue against her cheeks.

“My one lady,” Shakespeare smiles, “Thou art magnificent in generosity as in your pulchritude. Allow your husband to make a gift of devotion to his most magnificent one.”

Unstoppering the bottle, he tips it into his mouth, the bland, sweet taste of Blanc seeping across his tongue. Discarding the bottle to the carpeted floor, he cups her jaw, tapered digits tracing delicate flesh beneath. Her mouth falling open obedient, onto a smile so bright, he’s enslaved, tugged towards his disastrous muse, falling once more to her charms. Mouths moving upon each other, the taste of Blanc she pilfers into her own, tongue slipping across her own lips to swipe clean. Withdrawing on undoing breaths, he murmurs, “I have conquered mine bride of Fate at long last. Now, as for reward…” Nimble digits spring across her breasts to pull at elaborate strings, unraveling as if a present. “As promised, she shall possess this unworthy devil.”

[ikehoe]

Whos your fav ikemen characther? 4 characther from each ikemen and also im a fan of your work ^^

Oh man, it's so hard to choose... I'm honestly so easily swayed every time I play a new route

Ikemen Prince: Licht Klein (for his soft baby wolf vibes), Clavis Lelouch (never-ending entertainment and also beautiful character design), and special shoutout to Chev for being the first route I ever played lol

Ikemen Sengoku: Mitsuhide (my god he's so loveable by the end of the route it's insane)

Ikemen Vampire: Theodorus van Gogh!!!! (But specifically I like Theocona, why is the bromance between them so entertaining?!)

Ikemen Revolution: I haven't played IkeRev in a long time, but when I did Sirius and Fenrir were ma' boys. :') Sirius was my original Ikemen love.

And that's it for my faves (for now!) Thank you for sending in an ask and for reading my fics! (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

[violettduchess]

I passed on your Gilbert vampire fic to my friend who loves everything about vampiresand she loved it!! She does not have Tumblr or ao3 (she does not even play otome games) but she asked me to please let you know how it gave her goosebumps and she had to read it several times to really get every word soaked into her brain. She would like to know if there is a sequel planned.

Thank you!

Bellerose!! First of all thank you for passing on my fic (and to a non-Ikemen fan at that!)

Tell your friend also a super big thank you for her appreciation of my writing. SUPER BIG ✨

As of right now, there is no sequel planned......

(..... requests will open soon and hey, Halloween is around the corner 😉)

[ikemenlibrary]

La Mia Famiglia (Ikemen Vampire)

Pairing: Leonardo Da Vinci x MC

Summary: You were awake, yet even the thought of opening your eyes to meet two pairs of golden eyes, one pair full of sadness and longing, the other with curiousness and love, caused you to clamp your eyes shut trying to cling to the edges of sleep a moment longer.

Warnings: Sick fic, Leo and MC have an established daughter, family fluff

“Shh, Mia Bambina,” Your husband’s low voice came out hushed. He was trying to quiet your daughter’s giggles so as not to rouse you from your fitful slumber. Sometime during the night you had come down with a fever and spent the night tossing and turning in your own sweat. “We don’t want to wake mamma yet.”

A damp cloth pressed against your head and cooled your hot skin. You were awake, yet even the thought of opening your eyes to meet two pairs of golden eyes, one pair full of sadness and longing, the other with curiousness and love, caused you to clamp your eyes shut trying to cling to the edges of sleep a moment longer.

“Cara Mia?” Leonardo’s hand brushed over your forehead and you leaned into his cool skin. His body heat emanating around you was enough to envelope you in heat and with his cold hand brushing your skin, you almost felt better. “Are you awake?”

You carefully opened your eyes, squinting in the harsh light. Once you’d focused, you realized your daughter was staring at you, her eyebrows knit together. “Mamma? Are you alright?”

Bringing your hand up to cup Flora’s cheek, you smiled softly at her. “Nothing a little rest can’t fix. But Vita Mia, you should leave. I don’t want you to catch a cold as well.”

Vampires healed quicker than humans, so by the next day or so you’d be back on your feet. Flora, being half-vampire/half-human, would take longer to heal. And what mother liked seeing their baby not feeling well?

“But Mamma, you promised to teach me to dance!” Flora’s lip pouted out and Leo made a sound that was almost a choked back sob.

“Your Papa may be old, but he can still dance, Mia Bambina. I was taught by the best, after all.” Leonardo sent a wink in your direction and it set your heart aflutter like the first time you danced with him on the balcony. “Now, come, your mother needs rest. Maybe your Uncle Mozart will play music for you whilst we twirl around his practice studio.” He pulled affectionately on her lip before placing a hand on her head and ruffling her hair.

“You really think Uncle Wolfie would play me a song?” Flora asked you, her eyes pleading. A laugh started in your throat at her name for Mozart but quickly cut off as a cough.

Leonardo was quick to bring a glass of water up to your lips. He cradled your head in one hand and tipped the cup in the other, making sure to keep your head upright as you drank.

“Thank you,” you affectionately squeezed Leo’s hand and turned your gaze back on your daughter. “I think that if you ask him really nicely, there’s no way he’ll be able to say no to that cute face.” You poked gently at her nose and she scrunched it up in a way that made Leonardo and you weak in the knees.

“Say your goodbyes to mamma, Flora. Let’s leave her to rest.” Leonardo leaned down to kiss your forehead, not only to check for fever but to remind you he loves you as well.

You settled back into the bed and your eyes shut, but this time your dreams weren’t nightmarish from the fever. You dreamt of the first time Leonardo had spun you around on the dance floor, lifting you in the air with the biggest smiles on both of your faces.

And a few doors down in Mozart’s practice room, Leonardo was now doing the same with your daughter, while Uncle Wolfie’s music played gently in the background.