#ikemen vampire sebas

[faustianfascination]

inspired by @valkyyriia's kinktober fics

Sebas needs a holiday or a co worker his boss isn't rendering unable to walk every other night

[lukkabloom]

Fun facts abt residents according to Ikevamp Radio (ヴァンなま) Part 4

Let's go with episodes 11 & 12!! Only 2 episodes since one was a bit longer. Anyways, LET'S GOOO!!!

Episode 11: Back in the studio w/Vincent & Sebas!!

Vincent sees Sebas singing “Can you celebrate?” a song by Amuro Namie, so he knows the song from the future

Vincent can’t get Sebas to pay attention to him, Sebas keeps singing until Vincent gives him a flick on the forehead

Vincent thinks Sebas is bored as he has created many lines & scenarios for both him and Vincent (flashback to episode 10) Sebas says that “Time is something you make for yourself”

They talk about June brides and wedding for a bit (not my fav episode tbh)

Sebas teaches Vincent the lyrics of “Can you celebrate?” (they sing the song together)

Morishi and Makki call Issac cute (this was when Isaac’s route was released in jp)

For the “Can you tell me… your name?” it was a bit different than usual. There were 4 options to choose from instead of 3, and the fourth was a line that combined the previous three statements into one. For example, Vincent’s provided lines were 1. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here until the morning” 2. “You can depend on me today, okay?” 3. “Pain, pain, go away” 4. A combination of the three.

The audience voted on option 4, so he had to say “(Y/n), depend on me til morning and then go away” or some other weird version. He picked and chose words from each line & rearranged them w/weird grammar (which I’m sure that was NOT what he was supposed to do but it’s funny so…)

Sebas’s chosen line was a combination of “Don’t worry. I will do my best to help you with your recovery” “It’s painful, right? You can depend on me until you recover” and “Do you want to wrap green leeks around your neck? It’ll lower your temperature”

So his finalized line was something along the lines of  “(Y/n). Don’t worry, for now, do you want to wrap green leeks around your neck?” & other variations (he always had some part w/green leeks) It doesn’t make sense but it’s hilarious

Afterwards, Makki was like “More people were being wrapped around by leeks than I’d imagined… haha”

Episode 12: feat. Ikesen Sasuke’s VA Akabane Kenji

Ikesen x Ikevamp Radio Collab!!!!

(I used to play Ikesen but wasn’t as obsessed so I’m not as familiar w it as I am w ikevamp)

Everyone is so chaotic in the intros & throughout (Akabane & Morishi just feed on each other’s energy and Makki’s like “Sorry—hahaha—I can’t follow… haha” ←he’s dying of laughter)

Even Makki was like “I’ve been thinking… Morishi and Akabane-san give off the same vibe” Akabane: “It’s true that our tastes are overlapping right now, but when I first met Morishi, he wasn’t like this. Now… he turned out like this.” Morishi: “Like what?” (offended)

They did a new section called “You’re a producer! Self-judge!” (nvm it's not a new section, they do it on ikesen radio but not on ikevamp) where the audience will think of lines that Sasuke will say if he was a vampire & if Vincent and Sebas are Sengoku-era warlords. The presented lines will be said by their respective voice actors

Sasuke’s line was “As research, can you let me have your blood? … That was a lie. I want it because it’s yours… So, can I?” 

Vincent’s line is “When I spend time with you, I forget that it is a time of war right now. Ah, I need to go. Please don’t be so worried. I promise I’ll be back to you, so believe in me.” Akabane says that his line is similar to what Mitsunari would say

Sebas’s line is “Aaasasaasasaassu! Aaasasaasasaassu! Aaasas…!? Yes? What am I doing? … I’ll be heading to enemy headquarters, so I was energizing myself. Is something wrong?” LMAO as soon as the words showed up on the screen everyone started laughing. Akabane was like “Is ‘Aaasasaasasaassu!’ something Sebastian would say?”  Morishi: “That, Sebastian doesn’t say that. That’s something Morishima would say” HAHAHA

“Aaasasaasasaassu” according to Morishi, is a spell that is shortened from “Arigatou/Azassu!��� (thank you). When you say this while pulling for gacha, you get good cards (we need to all try it)

“I love yu” skit w/Sebas, Vincent, and Sasuke!! Sebas and Vincent are relaxing in the thermae when Vincent discovers something coming from the water. Sebas describes it as “something that ninjas use to breathe when they dive into lakes.”

Vincent doesn’t know what a ninja is. Sebas explains what it is to Vincent. Vincent thinks ninjas sound cool

Sasuke pops out from the water, explaining that he came from experimenting with another wormhole. He introduces himself to the two residents, saying that he came from the Sengoku era, saw a rift in time and space, and ended up there, in another timeline.

Sebas, the history nerd, says “Sengoku era? So that means in that era, there are Oda Nobunaga, Uesugi Kenshin, and Tokugawa Ieyasu, & etc.” Sasuke: “Yes, of course. Also, Uesugi Kenshin is my boss” Sebas: “Please. I would like to hear the details. Please, take a seat. I am the butler of this mansion, Sebastian”

Sasuke: “Thank you for the welcoming atmosphere. I guess until the next wormhole appears, I will relax here… Just call me Sasuke.”

Sasuke enters the bath in his clothes, Vincent asks if he doesn’t need to strip. Sasuke: “Well, I don’t know when the next wormhole will appear.”

Sebas: “I had felt this since the beginning, but you give off a similar energy to me.” Sasuke: “What a coincidence. I feel that as well.” Sebas: “Dyun…gyun” Sasuke: “Zuban, zuban!”

The two repeat the phrases, each one becoming more dramatic than the previous, until Vincent stops them bc they’re “leaving him behind”

Vincent finally introduces himself to Sasuke, who gets excited that “he can meet another genius other than the Sengoku warlords” Sasuke: “If I were to describe this feeling, it would be… choberigu (チョベリグ, slang meaning extremely very good)” Sebas: “Our Master Vincent is gekimabu (激マブ, slang meaning very bright), isn't he?” 

Vincent: “Choberigu? Gekimabu?” Sasuke: “Yes, he’s gekimabu. So I was right. I feel a same energy off of you”

Sasuke gives them makibishi (caltrop) as a token of appreciation. Vincent is in awe of the caltrops, and Sasuke is happy that someone appreciates his caltrops. Says how Masamune doesn’t need it, proves how angelic Vincent actually is

Vincent: “Next time I see Will, maybe I should throw them to him?” (I LEGIT SPAT OUT MY DRINK) Sebas: “... He will be extremely sad, so maybe not.”

Vincent thought that it was cool that Sasuke had a cool nickname “Shippujinrai” so he tries to think of one for Sebas. Sebas: “to be given a nickname from two people I admire… it makes me feel embarrassed” 

Vincent: “Perverted butler!” LMAO IT’S CANON SEBAS IS A PERVERT

Sebas: coughs  “‘Perverted butler…’ while it is not incorrect, it may be weird to say that to myself. ‘Perverted butler, Sebastian.’ Can you say that?”

Sasuke: “I think it sounds pretty good… What about ‘three meals a day?’” Sebas: “That’s just a routine” Vincent: “I got it! ‘Versatile butler’”

Sebas: “‘Versatile butler’ I like it. Versatile butler, Sebastian.”

Sebas: “Master Vincent would be ‘Innocent Angel’” Sasuke: “No, he would be ‘innocent’ (天真爛漫, it means the same thing, just worded differently)” Vincent: “Hmmm… I want something that’s cooler…”

Sebas: “He may look like that, but Master Vincent’s strong in a fight, so maybe ‘Ready to fight (喧嘩上等 means they’ll take on any fight challenged)” Vincent: “Isn’t that a bit dangerous?” 

Sasuke and Sebas try to get Vincent to say it. Vincent: “Ready to fight, Vincent van Gogh! It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Sebas praises Vincent, saying he did a great job

Then a whirlpool forms in the waters, a wormhole, Sasuke gets ready to travel through space-time. Sasuke promises that they’ll probably be able to meet again

Akabane was surprised to see that the characters were naked and said “Ohh, so Shiro-sensei (the artist for Ikesen and Ikevamp) is the type to draw nipples”

So in the “van Gogh’s drawing section” Sasuke participated w/Sebas & Vincent. The theme was “Hollywood movie ‘Sengoku warlords vs Vampire’” and Akabane’s art was good? Like you can tell he drew Napoleon and Nobunaga. Makki’s one had a certain electric-type mouse Pokemon on the lower right side of his piece haha

In the segment, “Dyun, zuban… Your name…” (It’s basically “Can you tell me… your name?” but combining the two versions) Vincent’s chosen line was a combination of the lines “You’re gonna get wet. Come here” “You’re wet… Here, take my jacket” “I want to stay here until it stops raining”

He would say most lines properly, but some were weird like “Let’s get… wet together” (not in THAT way) or “The rain got wet, huh? Get closer and wear it” (literally it doesn’t make sense even in Japanese since the grammar was so weird, he just picked and choose words from each line)

Sebas’s line was a combination of “If you want to, do you want to do an aiaigasa (相合傘) with me?” “Come closer so you don’t get wet” “Don’t your joints hurt when it rains?”

“If you want… don’t your joints hurt?” “To not get wet, do you want to… do your joints hurt?” He always puts the “joint blah blah” line at the end it's so funny. There was also “Yoshihiko, do you want to do an aiaigasa? To not get wet, don’t your joints hurt?”

Sasuke’s lines were the combination of “... I’m worried about my caltrops. Sorry, lemme go get them~” “I had the caltrops out to dry but it’s all ruined…” “Are the caltrops okay… Caltrops…”

His was funny bc he would replace the caltrops w/the names so it would be like “I’m worried about (y/n)” “I had (y/n) to dry but… I have to go back” “(y/n)... It’s now all ruined…”

OVERALL, amazing collab I hope they did more but I only have 3 more episodes to watch, and sadly, none of the rest are ikesen/ikevamp collabs

[ikeromantic]

Do you have any reaction dtories about Sebas reacting to a tattoo MC may have? 👀 I know he is also from the future, so he wouldn't find it as surprising as the others, but a reaction from him would be interesting!

Thanks for the ask! You know, I didn't really think about how Sebastian would react since he's modern, but I bet he'd be surprised too! So, a vignette with Sebas!

Sebastian

Your sleeves were rolled up, soapy bubbles up to your forearms as you helped with the after-dinner clean up. Sebas sat nearby, taking a short break. It was unlike him, but you could see how tired he was. A weary set to his shoulders, his face more pallid and drawn than usual.

He had a small book with a black cover open on his lap. His eyes scanned the open page critically.

You tilted your head, trying to get a look at what he was reading without being too obvious. But you should have known better. Sebas sees everything.

Sebastian snapped the book shut, giving you a side glance that could cut glass. "You should pay more attention to your work. I found a fingerprint on one of the wine glasses this morning."

"Sorry." You grinned, not sorry at all. Dishes were your least favorite chore.

Sebas stood, tucking the book into a pocket. He took a step closer, peering into the sink with a raised brow. "You should use more -" He stopped, an eyebrow raising.

You squinted at the water, wondering what surprised him but before you could say a word, he reached out and grabbed your arm.

"What is this?" He ran a finger across the tattoo in the crook of your elbow.

"Erm. A tattoo?" You tried to pull your arm back but his grip was unrelenting.

Sebastian leaned close, inspecting the delicate lines of the tiny sun. You could feel the warmth of his hands through his gloves, and the slight tickle of his hair as a loose piece brushed your skin.

"It's my light. At the end of the tunnel. You know? A - a sun. So. You saw it. Can you let go now?" You tugged again and this time he let you go. Embarrassed, you pulled your sleeve back down until the tattoo was covered.

Sebas reached for your shirt, rolling it back up again. "You don't need to hide it. Not in front of me." His smile was gentle and genuine and it made your heart do funny things in your chest.

"Ok?" You turned away, hoping he wouldn't catch the heat in your cheeks.

"Do you have any others? Hiding under your collar, perhaps?" Sebastian's fingertips brushed the nape of your neck. "Those were popular for awhile. Or maybe on your hip?"

"Nope!" You almost yelp as you feel his hand move down toward the tie of your skirt. You give him a heated glare.

Sebastian laughed, a teasing glint in his eye. "I suppose I can save the inspection for another time."

[koco-coko]

Koco's official suitor tier list (until galileo and francis eng routes arrive)

Tier 1: THE suitors. I love them a bit too much and I wanna just rhhajgdhsghadgdsgRAHHHH you know what I mean. Theodorus was kinda a jumpscare in there, though. I was expecting to hate his route but I was smitten

Tier 2:

Arthur has a bit of bias since he was my first route but... you know.

William Dazai and Mozart are all in the same level of "oh way i didnt mind those routes too much." I also was obsessed with William when I first saw him.... he actually got me into the game....

Still going through Vlad's but it's so melodramatic it's fun. Also he's just a silly little guy.

Tier 3: With all of them it's the same story: I like them better when I'm not dating them... Like, it makes me wish for friendship routes almost haha.

Tier 4:

I love Vincent. One of my favorites. I love him in game. He was actually a huge inspo for me when I was young, too. He's my angel baby boy I love him I'd let him cook me anything. That being said... I'm not sure how happy I am about Vincent's mental illnesses in game being so underplayed. Like.... him cutting his ear off is one of the biggest things people know about him irl... and it's not even mentioned? Not even Gaugin is blamed for it?? Personally I have so many hcs about Vincent that he's almost a whole new character. Doesn't mean I don't enjoy ingame Vincent I love him but yk... I don't mind the others either....

Everything I said about Vincent, put that on Jean and double it (even the part about young me looking up to them). I'm sorry but CHANGING THE GENDER OF JOAN OF ARC??? doesnt,, doesnt that defeat the whole.... urggh yeah that one irked me for a while. HOWEVER. If you're big brain like me and hc Jean as transmasc then Jean becomes the best pookie bear in the world. He's so autistic coded (I'm autistic so I may just be projecting) and I love him so much. He's also a silly pookiebear.

So um yeah that's my thoughts on them hehe. If anyone agrees or disagrees lemme know I wanna become more talkative and active on ikevamp tumblr haha

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Yep, I'm convinced. Sebastian is my spirit animal.

[arthurs-puppygirl]

Theoretically, everyone in IkéVamp is a boomer.

[duckyfann9871]

real footage of me hallucinating my ideal ending to sebastian's route bc ik its probably not gonna happen:

me, to Sebby: what if le'Com turned u into a vampire, and he turned me into a vampire, and we could be sexy vampires who get to live a long time with the other vampires 👉👈 since you want to live now.... what if we live extra long together? uwu

[chasing-storm-s]

I'm always up for moments of Sebastian/Sasuke fanboying moments 😂

[valkyyriia]

Try This On For Size

Words: 2729

CW: Google Translate French, Comte de Saint-Germain’s real name, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Voyeurism?, Mirror Sex, Creampie, Vaginal Fingering | NSFW

Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain / Female-Bodied Reader

Prompt(s): Fitting Room, Let Them Play Dress-Up With You

Note: I cranked out another one at work tonight. I'm feeling even less confident with this one than I was with the other, but.. I hope it still makes sense.

Crossposted on AO3 here.

For @xxsycamore's event, Sexy Ikemen Summer!

The sticky summer heat of the French countryside was beginning to get to you. No amount of fanning yourself or loosening your collar was cutting it. 

Of all the things you could be missing from the modern era, air conditioning was not expected to be the crux of all of your issues. 

Just as you feared you would begin to melt into the parquet flooring, a cool hand brushed against the back of your neck. “Are you okay, ma chérie? You seem a little warm.” His voice was soothing, but tinged with concern.

“I’m alright,” you assured him with a content sigh, leaning back into his touch. “It’s just hotter than I’m used to.” 

Comte’s hands dropped to your shoulders and he began to massage them. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as the tension left your body. “You’ve been working hard lately. I think it’s time you take a break.”

“There’s too much to do for that,” You protested. “Sebas needs help with dinner, and we haven’t even begun cleaning up the book fort Leonardo created in the library.” 

Comte hummed, one of his hands gently caressing the side of your neck. “Should I give it as an order from your employer, then? If a heartfelt plea from your partner isn’t enough.” He moved to kiss your neck under your ear. “Please, mon amour. It wouldn’t do to have you suffer a heatstroke simply because you’re too stubborn to know when to take a break.” His lips moved towards your shoulder, teasing but affectionate. His arms moved to your waist, pulling you back into his embrace. He rested his head on your shoulder and held you close.

You leaned into him, your head draped over his other shoulder. Unlike the stifling heat of the outdoors, Comte’s warmth was comforting and welcome. He nuzzled into the joint between your neck and shoulder. “Let me spoil you today,” he said, kissing your neck again. 

“You spoil me every day, Abel,” you sighed, relaxing further into your partner. He was going to win this and you both knew it; it was just a matter of how long it took you to give in.

“And yet, somehow, I’m still not satisfied that it’s enough. You deserve more, chérie. You deserve the world, and you will get it if I have anything to say about it.” His arms tightened around your midsection, pulling you even closer. 

A cool, inviting breeze suddenly blew through the open window. The air rushed along your face and tousled your bangs. Even nature herself was trying to tempt you. With another sigh, you gave in. “Fine. But you have to let me get up on time tomorrow, okay? I don’t want to leave Sebas waiting again like the last time you took me out for the day.” 

The vampire chuckled into your neck, the reverberations rumbling through your own body due to the proximity. “I seem to recall you left my bed quite satisfied that morning.” 

You flushed at the memory. “I certainly was,” you agreed. “Until Sebas abused my forehead after breakfast. I had a bruise for a week.” 

“Alright, alright,” he relented, stepping back from you with a light chuckle and holding up his hands in defeat. “Let’s get you cooled off.” 

“But it was worth it, non?” He looked up at you from his position on your shoulder. Comte’s golden eyes twinkled with amusement, but they were tinged with a subtle heat. His hands drifted slowly down your abdomen, his gaze never leaving yours. He offered you a coy smile.

You groaned. “It’s too hot, Abel,” you protested. “I will genuinely either melt into a puddle or catch on fire if you continue that line of thought right now.” 

As it turns out, Comte’s idea of “cooling off” was taking a carriage into town and going clothes shopping. For you, of course. His reasoning was that your clothes were heavier than you were accustomed to in your time, so lighter fabric would help fend off the oppressive French sun. Comte’s logic was sound, but you were quite sure he was just fishing for an excuse to buy you even more dresses that you would only wear once. 

As the carriage stopped, he stepped out first, offering you his hand. Taking it, he kissed the back of it before tucking your arm into his. The two of you walked leisurely in the direction of his favorite boutique, the one the both of you frequented. The staff immediately recognized the both of you (you were pretty certain that Comte’s patronage alone could keep this store in business for centuries to come, and potentially push France into the forefront of the modern economy) and ushered you into a large fitting room in the back of the building. 

“How can we be of service on this day, Monsieur le Comte?” 

He looked around the room briefly. “My partner is in need of some lighter summer clothes. The heat is getting to her,” he said, brushing his knuckles against your cheek with affection. You hadn’t really considered it before today, but the dress you were wearing was made of a heavier material that was more suited for the later part of the year. Maybe a couple of thinner summer dresses would be a good idea - you just hoped you could keep your darling Comte from purchasing the entire store this time.

The shop worker nodded in agreement. “The Madame’s dress is much better for the cooler months. Yes, I will bring you some of our best. Un moment, s'il vous plaît,” they said, stepping out to rifle through a few clothing racks.

You looked around the room. Not much had changed from the last time you were here, except now they had frilly sun hats and sunglasses on display alongside the jewelry and shoes. 

“Has anything caught your eye, ma chérie?” Comte asked, tilting your chin up to look at him. 

“Aside from you, you mean?” You ask with a smile. He responds with a chuckle and a kiss to the forehead. 

“You are so.. Séduisant, mon amour,” Comte murmured, amused. “What am I going to do with you?” 

“Many things, I’d imagine,” you said sweetly. “After all, eternity is a long time.”

Before Comte could reply, the shop attendant returned with a large bundle of fabric bunched in her arms. “I selected a few similar to what you’ve purchased for le Comtesse before, along with a couple of other styles I’m sure would look lovely on her.” She smiled at you. 

“I truly think she could make anything look amazing. Merci beaucoup, mademoiselle,” Comte replied with a cordial smile. “We will take it from here.” 

The attendant curtsied on her way out of the fitting room. “If you have need of anything else, please just let us know.” 

Once you were alone, Comte sat on the ottoman in the room and grinned cheekily. “Strip.” 

Your cheeks bloomed a dark pink. “Don’t say it like that!” You hissed, untying the ribbon at your neck at his request anyway. His laughter filled the room. 

You tried on several outfits that day; all of which were far lighter material than what you had on. They were high-quality, lightweight cotton - and definitely outside of your normal budget. Not that Comte cared about price. If you expressed even the slightest desire for something, the vampire would have dozens of the item in question waiting for you within a day, regardless of practicality or expense. One time, you had been playing with Lumière and commented on how cute he was, and the next day you woke up to an entire litter of kittens in your room, courtesy of Comte. You ended up rehoming all but one of them - a little black thing you had named Minerva. She was probably sunning herself in the window right about now, absorbing all the sun she could. Disgusting.

Comte gave feedback on all of them, but he seemed pleased with every dress you tried on. He chose accessories and shoes for everything you tried on. While le Comte de Saint-Germain may not be the most fashionable of individuals, he could at least pick out matching shoes and jewelry. 

Throughout the fittings, Comte’s eyes only left your figure a handful of times, just long enough to grab a pair of shoes or another accessory. The rapt attention from your lover would have made you feel self-conscious if it weren’t so endearing. Your trained eye could tell that Comte grew somewhat more impatient with every article you tried on, but he never once rushed you. You wondered what had him so antsy, but you decided not to ask. After all, you would be done soon enough.

The last dress in the pile was a beautiful, floral-print cotton gown. The base fabric was white, but it was dyed with small daisies all over. You looked at yourself in the mirror and twisted to get a better look. You tried to reach behind you to lace up the back, but you stopped when you saw him come up behind you. Comte’s fingers gently batted yours aside and he began to lace the dress, looking at you in the mirror as he did so. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw the look he gave you - adoration, desire, and hunger. “It looks beautiful on you,” Comte said honestly as he secured the fastenings. He tightened the laces just enough so it would stay on, but not so much your movement would be inhibited. 

“Everything today has looked good on you, chérie,” he added, his now free hands settling on your hips and pulling you flush to him. You could feel his hardness straining against the smooth material of his trousers. He lightly rubbed his hips against yours.

The feeling of his arousal against your backside caused you to bite your lip and make eye contact with his reflection. His gaze had darkened further and you were suddenly reminded that he was a vampire - a predator - and you were his prey. Rather than fear, however, the sight was more arousing than anything. You almost felt empowered, knowing this man craved you so strongly that his control was only hanging on by a thread. 

“I do,” he said, pushing the sleeves down your shoulders and leaving hot kisses on the now bare skin. “I’ve rather enjoyed getting to play dress up with you today, but I have been looking forward to the moment I got to take them off of you. I can’t keep pretending to be a gentleman right now.” He pushed the dress down your hips, the decorated cotton pooling on the floor, leaving you in your chemise. Comte pulled you backwards, still keeping his eyes on you in the mirror, and bent you over the other side of the ottoman. You complied with his direction, your breath hitching when you felt him run his fingers through your already damp slit. You hung your head and inhaled sharply as he slid in one finger, then two, stretching you slightly.

Comte began to tug on the lace he had just tied up, loosening the bodice of the dress. You looked up at him in surprise. “I thought you liked the dress?”

“You’re already so wet,” he teased. “Such a naughty girl, getting worked up like this in public.” You pushed your hips back against his fingers, but he pulled them out and held you still instead. 

When you heard the sound of fabric rustling, your gaze shot up at the exact time Comte began to press the tip of his cock to your entrance. You looked back at him in surprise, but he turned your face towards the mirror once more. 

“I want you to see how pretty you look while I’m inside you,” Comte said, his voice deep with desire.

“What if someone walks back here?” You asked breathily, biting back a moan as Comte pushed in the rest of the way, filling you completely. “Then we let them enjoy the show,” he replied, snapping his hips against your ass once. You could feel him grinding against the sweet spot deep inside you and you bit your lip hard, straining not to cry out. “I have no intention of stopping. But if you stay quiet like a good girl, they won’t have any reason to come check on us, non?” 

Rather than fucking you into the ottoman, Comte instead opted for shallow thrusts deep in your warmth and continued to grind against you. The constant pressure and friction felt so good it was almost painful. You bit your lip harder, tears springing from the corners of your eyes. Comte reached around to your mouth and gently pulled your abused lip from between your teeth with his thumb. He then slipped the digit between your lips instead, giving you something to keep your mouth occupied without hurting yourself. 

Comte was insistent on keeping your attention on yourself in the mirror. Every time you looked away, he would pull out just enough to where you received no stimulation. When you looked back up at the mirror, you were rewarded with the head of his thick length grinding into your sweet spot again. 

Comte’s other hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers deftly stroking the sensitive bud there. He timed his fingers with his hips, setting a gentle yet insistent rhythm. The lack of movement kept the sounds to a minimum; all that could really be heard around the room was a rustling of fabric and the muffled sighs from the both of you. The extra fabric around the room served as a sort of soundproofing as well, masking the sounds as well. You could feel the tension building in your abdomen, and you pushed your hips back against him. Comte’s lips trailed against your neck, his hot breath puffing against the shell of your ear. 

“Come for me,” he whispered, punctuating his command with a kiss under your ear and the insistent motion of his fingers between your thighs. The pressure in your belly suddenly snapped and you leaned forward, forgetting about the mirror; your inner walls contracting around the cock buried deep in you. Comte’s thumb slipped out of your mouth at the motion, but his hand wrapped around your mouth to prevent you from crying out in pleasure and alerting the store personnel to what exactly you were doing in their fitting room.

With a soft grunt, Comte’s free hand suddenly held your hips still as he too found his release. He instinctually pressed himself even deeper into your warmth and emptied himself inside of you with a shudder. Comte’s mouth settled over your pulse point. The urge to bite you was so intense it was hard to resist. His fangs ached with the desire to sink them into the succulent flesh of your neck, but he couldn't - not yet. Comte instead settled for gritting his teeth and pressing his face against you, a quiet groan escaping his throat. With an exhale and a kiss pressed to your shoulder, he pulled out and neatly tucked himself back in his pants. He moved your underwear back into place, preventing any fluid leakage for now, and smoothed out the skirt of your chemise. 

Comte spent the next five minutes making you both presentable again. Your heart was still pounding in your chest. You weren’t sure you would be able to shop at this store anymore for the sake of embarrassment. Once you were both decent, he shot you a cheeky grin and kissed your forehead. Your face flushed. “You have the worst poker face, ma chérie,” he chuckled. 

“Shut up,” you grumbled weakly in response, exhaling and trying to calm the heat rising in your cheeks.

Comte offered you his arm once more and guided you out of the fitting room. “We’ll take everything she tried on today,” Comte told the store clerk. You groaned in exasperation. You’re going to need a whole wing of the mansion just for your clothes if Comte keeps getting his way. However, that’s a problem for tomorrow you, you decide. For today, you’re content to let him keep spoiling you. 

“Je t’aime, Comte,” you murmur, leaning against his arm. 

“Je t’aime aussi,” he replies, kissing the top of your head. “And I always will.”

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[lukkabloom]

Fun Facts abt the residents according to Ikevamp Radio (ヴァンなま) Part 1

Found a playlist of Ikevamp Radio that occurred multiple years ago so I decided to collect my findings about the residents in a list. I haven't seen anyone translate it or talk abt it so I decided to do it for a bit of fun. Anyways, here are episodes 1-3!!

Some quick things to note before:

Vincent/Aramaki Yoshihiko (Makki) is the MC, Sebas/Morishima Shuta (Morishi) is a guest (but he’s in every episode he might as well be the 2nd MC). They also have other people as guests in some episodes (other ikevamp VAs or others related to the game itself)

Episodes 1 & 2 occur before Ikevamp’s release

most of my findings are from a segment from the livestream where the residents (mainly Vincent and Sebas) talk to each other & ask each other questions about the lives while they spend some bonding time in the thermae. The segment's called "I love yu" which is a pun on "I love you" and yu (湯) which means "hot water" or "bath"

There are also other segments where the VAs draw based on a designated theme & the viewers vote on the best art (van Gogh's drawing section), and another one where the VAs read the summary of the game in their in-character voices (but the VAs interrupt and make it funnier & less romantic) called "Ikemen Vampire, a guidance for you" (I won't talk abt these sections much tho)

ALSO!! This is not a translation of the whole livestream, just bits and pieces of it. I don't have the time and energy to do that

Episode 1: feat. Leonardo's VA Tsuda Kenjiro

Question: Which historical figure/genius do you respect the most?

Napoleon: Oda Nobunaga

Mozart: Johann Sebastian Bach

Leonardo: Michelangelo (which I thought was interesting since real-life Leo and Michelangelo had some beef w each other)

Morishima (Sebas’s VA): Newton (bc of the apple & theory of universal gravitation), Edison

Tsuda (Leonardo’s VA): van Gogh

Aramaki (Vincent’s VA): Liu Bei, Zhao Yun (I think that's who he was talking abt? I'm not familiar much w/Chinese figures' names in jp---they're read differently in Eng)

The other VAs joke that Aramaki’s similar to Napo in the sense that they both admire soldiers/military commanders

Question: Favorite part of a woman’s body? (This sounds so wrong in both jp & eng)

Napoleon: from the neck to the shoulder, he's prob talking abt the shoulders to the neckline or vice versa（首から肩まで）

Mozart: voice (so he can understand what his partner’s thinking & feeling)

Leonardo: thighs (bc it’s soft & he likes lap pillows)

Tsuda said Leo’s a bit of a pampered/attention-seeking child (甘えん坊), and not an ore-sama (which he thought Leo would be), an unexpectedly cute reason considering how reliable Leo looks

Vincent gets a bit sad when he’s bathing alone

Leo can sing a song that he’s only heard once (as expected of a genius)

Sebas can be seen hanging the sheets outside from Vincent’s room

Leo’s unsatisfied that there’s only men in the mansion (this was before MC stumbled to the mansion)

Vincent doesn’t want women in the mansion bc he wouldn’t know how to act in front of them

Sebas thinks Leo is an expert in handling women, Leo is confused when he became one

Leo’s weak against Vincent’s pleas/suggestions (honestly who isn’t??)

Sebas thinks it’s impossible for a woman to stumble upon the mansion (foreshadowing)

Leo thinks that fate will play a trick on them, his mumbling confuses Vincent and Sebas (more foreshadowing)

Episode 2: feat. Jun, singer of Ikevamp theme song "Rouge"

Jun is a repairman who fixes things around the mansion… HE'S ALIVE IN THAT ERA???? (Idk if its canon)

He also sings “Rouge” while he works which means the song exists in the 20th century (again idk how much of this is canon)

Jun also sells milk in the mansion, acting as a different person as the repairman, although Sebas & Vincent are suspicious of him (he literally just enters the bath to sell milk to Vincent and Sebas lol)

Vincent and Sebas talk about MC, she has arrived @ the mansion

Vincent worries abt her since she is surrounded by vampires in an unfamiliar environment, but to Sebas, it looks like MC enjoys her life and is headstrong (aka Vincent is just nice to others, nothing new)

Vincent believes that Sebas is cool and can do anything, to which Sebas indirectly disagrees (he coughs)

Sebas is weak to Vincent’s innocent eyes (just like Leo from the previous episode, again, who isn't?)

Sebas breaks the 4th wall talking abt a popular romance game where you can fall in love w/vampire-turned historical figures

This is literally the beginning of how Sebas goes ooc (becomes weirder) throughout the series (is it even ooc if it’s basically approved by official??)

Sebas says that Theo is overprotective of Vincent, Vincent comments that he’s supposed to be the older one

they also introduce my fav segment (Can you tell me... your name?) where they have listeners vote on quotes they want the VAs to say, and they will say the line w/the listener’s names so it sounds like the VAs are speaking to them. Vincent's & the guest (if there is one) will have legit cool lines (like “(y/n), Don’t let go of me” or “(y/n), you’re the only one in my eyes”) but Sebas always has one funny line as one of his options (ex. “Hey, do you wanna have a takoyaki party?” or “Do you want to fry one more sanma?”) and every single time the weird line gets voted and ITS FUNNY AS HECK

Also in the same segment the viewers will sometimes submit funny names for the VAs (especially Sebas) to say & it adds to the laughs

Ex. for Sebas’s “Hey, do you wanna have a takoyaki party?” some viewers gave names of Anpanman characters (a children’s anime in Japan) so Sebas will literally say things like “Jam-ojisan, hey, do you wanna have a takoyaki party?”

There was also one whose name was Tako (octopus in japanese) so Sebas would say “Tako, do you wanna have a takoyaki party?” so he’s asking the octopus to have a takoyaki party where the octopus will be eaten (the irony as well as the dark underlying meaning behind it is very funny)

Also the way the other people are laughing while Sebas’s VA is trying to keep his cool is so hilarious

It’s predetermined and agreed upon the Ikevamp staff that Sebas (or Morishi) is willing to do/say weird things for the audience

This whole segment is a whole ride in and out of itself

Episode 3: feat. Leonardo’s VA Tsuda Kenjiro once again

Sebas once again breaks the 4th wall by referencing episode 1 of the show

Sebas teaches Leo the basics of manzai (a type of japanese comedy)

Leo says “Vannama” (the name of ikevamp radio) and “tendon” (the food and a manzai phrase)  in a weird accent further proving that he doesn’t understand Japanese (or maybe it's bc the two phrases are too specific idk)

Sebas tells Leo to ignore what he’s saying as he is saying metafictional expressions (メタ発言) basically how he is breaking the 4th wall, and Leo just accepts that as another one of Sebas’s quirks

Vincent comments that Leo’s very manly, Sebas further compliments him saying that Leo is a man amongst men

This episode has one of the funniest (imo) “Can you tell me… your name?” segments ever. Vincent and Leo’s VAs had amazing lines, but Sebas… oh gosh where do I even start. (ok Leo’s VA did say “Ushi (cow), wait for me by the bed,” and “Namamono (raw food), wait for me by the bed” & that was funny too but…)

One of the options for Sebas’s lines (and the one that was ultimately chosen to be said) was “Do you want to fry one more sanma (a type of seasonal fish eaten in fall)?” and the viewers got crazy with this one.

There were some legit names but most were for jokes, choosing names going along with the theme of fall foods and creatures (tuna, matsutake, karaage, grasshoppers, etc.)

There was “Akashiya, sanma mouipikki yaku?”(Akashiya, do you want to fry one more sanma?) which was the funniest one. Akashiya Sanma is a very famous Japanese comedian and it’s very genius of the viewer to connect the person with the food. I laughed straight for like 10 min when I first listened to this (I still laugh just remembering it. The double-entendre!!!)

Literally any episode with Tsuda is chaotic (this isn’t the last time where he shows up)

At the end of the episode, Vincent’s VA couldn’t stop laughing and messed up his lines multiple times (I don’t blame him everything is just so funny)

[koco-coko]

genuinely surprised sebastian didn't have an actual breakdown AJDKHSXKJXKASBSK this was amazing ty op 🙏🙏🙏

❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬? ❞

╰┈➤ ⁉️ Everyone is acting so strange today, and Sebastian seems to be the only one noticing it.

Sebastian, Comte, Napoleon, Theodorus, Vincent, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Isaac, Leonardo, Dazai • rating: G • tags: April Fools' Day; Pranks and Practical Jokes; poor sebas; Humor; Crack • wordcount: 1,682 • masterlist

a/n: HAPPY APRIL FOOLS! After Dazai pranking everyone and then everyone pranking Dazai, it seems like this year's target is Sebas…

It's not every day that Sebastian allows himself the indulgence of enjoying a drink with his masters, even when they so generously invite him to the table in the game room. The events of last night are but a blur in his memory now, as he's not the best at holding his liquor and neither has their immunity to hangovers. But a butler must be prim and proper at all times! While he's on duty, that's it. So that's why he allowed himself the fun of last night, but is readily up and out of his bed early in the morning today.

He enters the kitchen, humming the tune to Mozart's Turkish March in this tranquil moment of being the only soul awake in the whole mansion, on his way to begin preparing breakfast-

"Oh, good morning Sebas. I'm already done with some things here, figured I might help you."

"My! What a nice surprise Monsieur Napoleon, thank you."

Huh.

"M-M-M-Monsieur Napoleon what are you doing here????"

"Helping you with breakfast."

"No, gods, I was wondering why are you awake at such an early hour-"

Napoleon looks at him dumbfounded. And so does Sebas, mirroring him. Granted, there are dark circles under his eyes but that hardly does anything about the vigor with which he moves the frying pan and multitasks with the preparation of another ingredient at the same time.

"Is it that strange that I felt like waking up earlier today?"

Well, yes it is! That's what Sebastian wants to shout at the top of his lungs, but he can only blink mesmerized instead. Fearing that he might offend him in some way if he keeps this up, he saves his confusion to himself and gets back on track with his task.

The breakfast preparation goes on swimmingly with Napoleon's help, even if he strangely seems to have forgotten how to cook all of a sudden so he needs some serious memory refreshment... Sebastian blames it on his lack of sleep, of course that would be the reason.

Soon the dining room begins filling with the real early-bird residents that pose no surprises for Sebastian, and the plates are already waiting in front of them like clockwork.

"Pancakes again? I'm starting to get tired of this. You got something else for me, Sebastian?"

The sound of pots and pans falling to the floor greatly concerns the van Gogh brothers at the table after the younger one's question, but soon after the butler emerges from the kitchen with a haphazardly pieced-together English breakfast. He places it in front of Theodorus who asked for the change, waiting. Waiting to see if he's going to eat it at all.

"Here you go, master Theodorus. Do you need extra jam, or-"

"No need, looks more than enough to me. Why are you staring at me like that? Is it poisonous?"

"Gods, no, how could it be! I'm merely...surprised is all."

Vincent chuckles a little at the exchange, preparing to dig in on his portion of...pancakes, fortunately. But he pauses.

"Theo, would you hand me the syrup? I feel like eating something sweeter today!"

"Stand up and take it yourself."

Sebastian's eyes are about to pop out of his eye sockets.

"Messieurs, is everything alright with-"

The door opens with a bang that belongs to no gentlemen living in this household.

And certainly not to Le Comte de Saint-Germain.

"'morning."

"M-monsieur le Comte, what are you wearing?"

Comte's casual walk to his place at the head of the table with hands in his pockets is rivaled only by the even more casual look he sports today, with a halfway-open shirt and a pair of checkered trousers that don't really match. To finish off the look, his hair is a mess. He lands with a thud on his chair, raising his feet to rest crossed on the table.

"What am I wearing? Since when did you start asking so many questions?"

"I'm terribly sorry."

Comte sighs and snaps his fingers repeatedly in the air. "Coffee. Now."

"I already brew a pot of your preferred morning tea-"

"Don't make me repeat myself, butler."

"I got it."

On his way to the kitchen, Sebastian overhears Comte slamming his fist on the table telling everyone that from now on, they'll be paying rent.

Sebastian must be sleeping. This has to be some kind of nightmare. There's no other logical explanation.

When he returns to the dining room the door opens to welcome another couple of residents - Jean and Mozart.

"Good morning Herr Mozart. Good morning to you too, Monsieur Jean, what a surprise!"

Mozart and Jean both turn to Sebastian...and they give him their brightest smiles. Imaginary flowers bloom in the air around them. They greet in a cheerful voice together as one, and it's the most beautiful melody. "Good morning, Sebastian!"

"We decided to grab a bite before our trip to town today."

"Your... your what?"

"That's right, I'll be taking Jean in town with me. The carriage is already waiting at the gate."

Mozart going to...town?? With a carriage?? With Jean??

"Aha! The trace of this bloody delicious smell seems to have led me to this dining room!"

Now what? Sebastian turns in the direction of Arthur's voice albeit it sounds a little different than usual, as if he's playing a role... and there he is, having just entered the dining room... with a looking glass in his hand and a pipe in his mouth.

"Good morning, Master Arthur. Your observation skills are on point as always. What's with the curious accessories?"

Sebastian doesn't know why he asks anymore.

"Why, I'll be going on a Sherlock Homles book fair later today! You know it's all the hype these days, I figured it's the best place to learn something about my beloved character that I don't know. You know my methods, Watson. Haha!"

Thank god, Sebastian is not the only one about to faint right now. Given how normal everything else was taken by his housemates. Theo says the one thing Sebastian couldn't bring himself to say.

"This idiot has reached rock bottom in his search for skirts he hasn't yet fooled around with."

Arthur looks...grossed out. As if he's been made fun of by Dazai, or something similar. Actually, there haven't been a great deal of chances to see Arthur sporting this expression. It's definitely strange.

"Theo, could you not be so foul-mounted, please? You know I hold no interest in the fair sex."

"A-Are you feeling well, Master Arthur? Maybe when you drink your coffee-"

"Ah no please, tea it is for me!"

"Are you feeling well, Master Arthur?????"

"Sebastian seems really uptight today. Are YOU feeling well, Sebastian? Why don't you sit with us for a while?" Jean smiles at him again. It's a smile Sebastian wants to protect. It should be automatically making him feel better but it only serves to increase his confusion. He even sat next to Comte. Comte doesn't deserve this! At least not with his current behavior. Oh how strange of a thought that is.

"I appreciate your concern, but, I just need to know what is happening with all of you today. I can't be calm until I ensure that you, my masters, are alright, and I demand you tell me what is happening this instant!"

A near dozen pairs of eyes blink at Sebastian as if he's indeed the crazy one. He sits down on the offered chair, then quickly stands up again. "No, please tell me what is-"

The door opens yet again and this time it's Leonardo and Isaac who enter. Sebastian paces left and right, trying to spot empty plates to take to the kitchen before he can witness anything weird again-

"Isaac, mio amico, can you please not smoke in here? You know I can't stand the smell..."

"AAAAAAAGH!" Sebastian yells, breaking his professional image and running straight towards the door. He can't do this. It doesn't matter if he escapes now. It's just a nightmare. Just a nightmare-

He nearly crashes into the person entering at the same time.

"Hello Sebas-kun~"

Through the DOOR?

Sebastian breaks. Like a stone statue slammed by the pressure of a cataclysm despite the decades of stoicism, even if he thought he'd seen everything...

He falls to his knees in defeat.

...

...

"APRIL FOOLS'!"

Before he has a chance to remove his hands from his eyes where he tried to block the world, a wave of residents quite literally falls over him, each embracing him and laughing.

Okay, NOW he's confused.

"April fools? But- But my calendar said it's-"

"Someone had a little too much to drink last night and had to be carried to his room... let's say we meddled a little with it. Sorry, Sebas." Napoleon pats his shoulder. "Okay, can I go to sleep now?"

Sebastian laughs, and despite what he predicted for himself just a minute ago, it's not out of descending to madness. It's a genuine laughter, one he hasn't had in a while.

"I would never guess you could be capable of doing such a thing! Every one of you! My god, you got me quite well."

"Heh, guess you don't know us well enough then, eh? Remember this well, some of those guys are going to remember it for the rest of their second lives." Leonardo says, finally lighting that cigarillo. Good thing they didn't have to put on the act for longer than that.

"Indeed. I hope we weren't too harsh on you, Sebastian. My residents are always such naughty boys." Comte consoles, suspiciously looking as if it was his idea all along.

Sebastian chuckles some more, then he stands to his feet, dusting off his uniform and letting out a small cough behind his fist.

"My masters, that was indeed too naughty of you! I appreciate seeing you have fun, and I have to admit, you got me well. But that doesn't mean I won't find it fitting to flick some foreheads."

"Sebaaas, can we please have our usual breakfast now?"

"Why yes, coming right away!"

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[mars-aesthetics]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEBAS!!

This is the first birthday of Ikemen Vampire!! I hope you like it!!

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Arthur x Reader - Family Fic

For Day 5 of 12 Days of Arthur hosted by @oigimi and @scummy-writes

This week was a nightare for writing, i'm glad I at least finished this, as improvised as it was

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“When will dad get here?” Your daughter asked impatiently, sitting on the floor by your feet, Vic resting his head on her lap.

“He’ll be here soon, dear.” You ruffled her hair, hoping Arthur wouldn’t take too long.

I still took a few more minutes before the door opened, Vic rushing to it.

“Down, Vic!” Arthur said firmly, trying to calm the dog that jumped at him, as if to get to the box in his arms. “Down!” Vic finally listened, sitting back, but still staring at the box but he was replaced by the little girl, that darted from her place by your side to cling to him.

“Daddy!” She hugged him, then looked up, eyes shinning as she noticed the box. “You really got me a pet!”

“Why do you think so, dear? Maybe it’s a toy. Or a gift for your mother.”

“There are holes in the box, like mom made when we brought that bird to the forest. And you already got mom a gift, that’s why you got home late last week.” She explained.

Arthur looked so proud when she said that. You knew he loved the fact that your daughter was so observant at such young age. Maybe it was just a phase, in which she was awestruck with him and his skills, and trying to copy him. But she was smarter than other kids her age, especially in things that required logic, attention and observation, and he always got so proud when she showed that.

“Smart like her father.” You laughed. “She’ll be outsmarting you before you know it.”

“Is that the confidence you have in me, luv?” Arthur should know you were teasing, still he clearly didn’t like the notion that anyone could outsmart him, not even his own daughter, because he was definitely pouting.

“Don’t worry, daddy.” Your daughter chimed in. “You will always be my champion.”

“Well, thank you, dear.”

“But mom said good students get better than their teachers.” She added, making you laugh harder.

She wasn’t even the one you told that to, but apparently she heard your conversation and took your words seriously.

Arthur looked like he wanted to protest, but all that noise seemed to wake the dog in the box, who had been quiet until now, as he started to bark and try to push the box open. Vic stood up, barking back.

“I think we all got a little out of track here, and someone is getting impatient.”

“True.” Arthur crouched down to get to his daughter’s eye level, extending the box to her. “Merry Christmas, little robin.”

The little girl sat on the floor, opening the box.

“Here, little one.” She told the puppy that poked his head out. He barked at her and she reached out to touch him a little hesitantly, but smiled in delight when he let her do so, tail wagging, before she picked him up. “I think it likes me!” She exclaimed, excitedly.

The puppy was the same race as Vic, but in a different coloration.

“And you like him?”

“I love him! Thank you, Dad!”

Vic had approached her, sniffing the new puppy, who barked at him. Vic barked back, then walked back to Arthur.

“Seems like Vic approves, too.”

The girl let the puppy down, following him as he started to explore the room.

“What will be his name?” You asked her.

“Sherlock.” She declared, without hesitation.

You tried not to laugh at the obvious shock on Arthur’s face. Not even he was prepared for that turn of events. He would probably regret agreeing to get her a dog for a while.

“Who told you about Sherlock, dear.”

“I saw it in one of dad’s papers, then I asked uncle Sebas.” The puppy ran up to Vic, barking as if calling to him, and your daughter followed, finally noticing Arthur. “Daddy, are you okay?”

Arthur closed his eyes, gulped, took a deep breath and managed to smile. Not finding the courage to complain at his little girl.

“I’m fine, little robin.”

She nodded happily and scooped Sherlock up, before running to the door.

“Where are you going?” You asked her.

“Show him to Vincent and Lis.”

“Don’t run on the stairs, and don’t lose him.” You shouted as she ran to meet her friends, with Vic following her out.

“Okay, mum!” She shouted back.

Shaking your head, you turned back to Arthur.

“Seems like she already won this round. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m not fine, exactly.” Arthur admitted in a low tone. “Of all things… But you underestimate me, luv.” He added with a weak grin. “This is not exactly a loss. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to win a game, that’s part of the strategy.”

“Strategy for what? The only time you brought up a game regarding her was last year.”

“And you really thought I would let it end in a draw like that?”

You laughed, nuzzling into his chest.

“You’re impossible. But you know you didn’t need to go that far, right? She would have understood if you talked to her.” Arthur tensed a little, and you tried to pull away to look at him, but he hugged you tighter. “Don’t tell me the great detective didn’t figure out how emotionally mature his daughter really is?”

“Maybe. But you don’t take uncalculated risks when you want to win.”

“I’ll leave it at that.” You said, laughing. You knew Arthur didn’t want to admit he was unable to say no to his little girl. After all, it defeated the purpose of the game if you didn’t know it was still ongoing. But you would let him have this moment, at least for this day. “Merry Christmas, Arthur. I love you.”

Arthur finally pulled away to face you.

“Love you too, bird. Merry Christmas.” You two kissed, enjoying each other’s warmth a little longer while you could. “A shame we can’t continue this right now, luv. Let’s get your gift then, shall we?”

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[ikeromantic]

Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

Suitors:

Arthur Conan Doyle

Masterlist of Arthur Fics

Charles Henri Sanson

None YET

Comte de Saint-Germain

Masterlist of le Comte Fics

Isaac Newton

Master list of Isaac Fics

Jean d'Arc

Guarded/Jean/Fluff  

Johann Georg Faust

MC has a bad day and Faust comforts her in his own way

Leonardo da Vinci

Masterlist of Leonardo Fics

Mozart

Masterlist of Mozart Fics

Napoleon Bonaparte

Masterlist of Napoleon Fics

Osamu Dazai

None YET

Sebastian

Childhood Crush - MC reunites with Sebas, fluff and light angst

Coffee/Sebastian/Spicy     

Theodorus Van Gogh

Masterlist of Theo Fics

Vincent Van Gogh

Candles/Vincent/Smut  

Vlad

None YET

William Shakespeare

Horns/Shakespeare/Angst

Multiple Characters

IkeVamp Guys React to Tattooed MC - All

Theo, Napoleon, le Comte, Isaac, Mozart, and Arthur asking for MCs hand in marriage

le Comte, Theo, and Arthur react to a curvy MC

Dazai, Jean, and Vlad react to a curvy MC

Vincent, Charles, and Napoleon with a curvy MC

le Comte, Leonardo, and Mozart react to an MC that was abused

Jean, Dazai, Leonardo, le Comte, and Napoloeon react to a sensitive MC

A Very Strange New Years Eve

[oigimi]

the way mc is so casual about it too and it’s not played off for laughs........ what if i cried

Excuse me??

This event just flat out told us that Sebas is bi. I'm so happy 😍

This AU event in the EN server, Last Love Story Event, just keeps making me scream lol

Please also be true in canon. 🤞🤞

(I usually take the events to be post canon, like continuations of the storyline.)

[klutzyroses]

Hold Me Tight Series💖- Napoleon

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon x Reader

Word Count: 1152

Summary: She seemed so lonely, all the time. He wondered why. More importantly, what can he do for his nunuche?

Tags: Female reader, fluff, hugs, emotional reader

Story #1 of the Hold Me Tight series. Enjoy, Napo girlies!

She looked so lonely. That was the main thought on his mind when he saw her. Napoleon’s jade eyes watched, narrowed at her figure leaning against the wall, her head turned away and gazing out the window. Sebas had told him she had seemed really down the majority of the day and he had initially thought that meant he would come across a cute, pouty woman. Nothing serious. Not this. Not this…desolate, absent maiden. 

She was right there, within arm’s reach of him, yet she was worlds away, in some distant land that her mind had taken her to. Wherever that was, it seemed to him to be an isolated place with nobody else but herself for miles, if her expression was anything to go by. Somewhere so far away she hadn’t even noticed he had entered the room. He felt the urge rush through him to take her from there, from that place in her mind that was causing such a look of melancholy on her face. His eyes followed the movement of her hands, absent in the repetitive motion as her fingers locked and unlocked themselves for a few moments, as though she didn’t know what to do with her hands. He wasn’t sure why he focused so much on it at that moment. Something, an instinct he supposed, told him to pay attention to that particular detail. Maybe it was because, apart from the anxious movement of her hands, she was very much still. Suddenly, she settled for clenching those lovely hands, grasping at her dress with an iron grip and kept them that way, her lip sinking between her teeth as she bit down. Her shoulders suddenly sagged, in fact, her whole body seemed to give under the weight of her burdens, causing her to put her full weight against the wall, her shoulder meeting it with a light thump. He was about to call for her attention but the words caught in his throat when he noticed her start to slide down the wall. It was as if she herself had become too heavy to hold up, her face was a picture of exhaustion as her eyes closed, resigned to the idea of being a pile of nothing on the floor. His body moved on its own and she never fully sunk to the ground before he acted as a cushion. 

“Nunuche…” Her eyes sprung open and moved to him, seeing him for the first time when she heard the nickname and felt the grip he had on her arms. Her lips parted in surprise as she took him in, the frown on his face, annoyance or concern she wasn’t sure. Knowing the former emperor, it was likely the latter. Her lips trembled, intent on reassuring him that she was fine, but nothing came out so she just clamped them shut and looked away, opting for silence. He observed her for a moment before tugging her closer to him until she was enveloped in his arms. They remained on the floor as he held her there for a moment of silence, no words exchanged between them.

“I…I’m okay.” She eventually spoke softly, uncertain. She seemed like she was questioning herself rather than reassuring him of her wellbeing. He didn’t believe it for a moment, not when she sounded so vulnerable, her voice evoking the feeling of sorrowful solitude, the emptiness that came with being lonely. It didn’t sit right with him that she was left to feel that way. He knew, quite well in fact, that loneliness wasn’t always a state of being, it was a state of mind. He understood that feeling, that even when surrounded by people, a person could still find themselves alone in all but the physical sense.

He never wanted her to feel that though, no. Not her. Never her. He wanted to banish the thought- the thought that she was ever alone- from her mind. 

“Ah…” The woman let a small gasp escape her when she was pulled further into the embrace of the French hero, the warmth enveloped her like the summer’s sun. No, rather, it was like she was tucked into bed, curled beneath a warm blanket that effortlessly shielded her from the bitter cold. She looked back at him, her eyes, formerly hollow and distant, now were slightly wide with curiosity.

“Na…poleon?” Her tone was still soft, but now tinged with an actual question, a question he already understood. He waited a moment, brushing the hair out of her face as he pondered his response for a few seconds before meeting her gaze head on, almost startling her with the intensity of his own.

“You think I’d just stand by when you look so lost like that, nunuche?” His murmur, level and steady, the antithesis of her own shaky uncertainty, struck through her, she could only describe the feeling as…stable. Like she had been wavering and he held her still, not allowing her to float off into the void. She didn't have a reply to that, so he continued.

“Whatever's wrong, we can handle it later, but right now, my priority is you. Let me be your strength.” His loving, yet bold words strike a chord in her as though shaking her awake through the fog she was in.

We can handle it.

Let me be your strength.

How could she refuse that? When he spoke so comfortingly, so confident that he could, that he would be her strength, that he would support her at her lowest. How could she doubt him when he looked into her eyes with that much certainty. She soon began to feel that irritating, infuriating lump in her throat, blocking her voice from coming out. Napoleon’s face became blurry and unfocused in her vision. She swallowed hard, as though to clear the lump, the off-putting sign of the tears to come. A futile attempt really, the action only served to cause her more pain, so instead she turned around within his arms- his hold was not so tight as to prevent that- and buried her face in his shoulder, letting herself fall into him. 

He seemed ready for it, in fact, he welcomed it, tightening his embrace as he wrapped his cape around her, as though hiding her from the world. He’d done it before once and he found that it seemed to comfort her when he did. She had said it made her feel safe, loved as she always should be, in his opinion. If he could, he would shield her from all the world with its trouble and hurt. But he knows he can’t, not always. For now though, he would keep watch over her and her heart, the heart she had so willingly given to him long ago. He would protect it, cherish it, for as long as it remained in his hands. After all…

It’s a soldier’s duty to protect his home, isn’t it?

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