#ikevamp OC

[lukkabloom]

Just finished binge-reading it after holding it off for months…

IT WAS SO GOOD :))

Probably my favorite quote from this series is “It’s not my fault my queen wants to have an affair with your queen” by Dazai. I don’t think anything could’ve prepared me for that one. And it’s such a Dazai thing to say too

I love all the hcs about the characters placed throughout the chapters. Like how Vincent has interest in Japanese food/culture, Arthur letting out his inner-Brit the more he drinks, Dazai just being his usual unhinged self, etc.

Overall, it was an amazing read! The only sad thing is that I’m a poor student who can’t afford the side stories :((

There are so many other things I want to say but I’m afraid they’re going to be spoilers so I’m just gonna stop here :))

GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY!!!!

Salaì Route Masterlist

This is a FAN MADE route of my oc, Salaì. This means this route contains my headcanons for the characters and in no way is suppose to represent the canon story. This is just a fun little time because I know many of you enjoy Salai. Feel free to engage, talk theories, send asks (even to @ask-salai ).

DISCLAIMER: His route his not canon to his character. Also, all of his lore in not in the route for simplicity reasons plus please feel free to ask about him.

PS, this is not like a normal otome game route, it was only supposed to be 8-10 chapters, so keep that in mind because things WILL FEEL RUSHED. I am NOT a professional writer, I do this as a HOBBY. Somethings are not in-depth as I would like. Please do not go into this thinking it is going to be written the same as the game. Things will feel rushed, I'm sure I could have gone deeper into symbolism, but this is just a fun silly little project, which is also why I encourage you to ask questions. Everything in the route make sense to me because he is my character and I may have not realized I didn't add info. I am proofreading as I post but that doesn't mean I won't miss something.

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Side Story | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Side Story | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Side Story | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20

[natimiles]

Picrew: Mina and Roger | Mina and Isaac | Valerie and Ring

[lorei-writes]

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[weird-profiterole]

Baby Jean with his brother Pierre and their mother, Isabelle.

Don't repost, only reblog

[rinaririr]

*busts down door* I finished this just in time for @venulus ‘s “Learning How to Love Myself CC”!!! I thought my wrist was going to fall off 💀 Thank you Venus for the excuse to draw something very self-indulgent.

Executive dysfunction is difficult. Your mind is loud and obnoxious, screaming at you to “do the thing.” In theory, it’s so simple to just start the task. But it doesn’t matter how “easy” it is to do something, and no matter how much i want to do it, my body cannot physically do it. It’s like having some invisible force pinning my body down. And even if i start the task after who knows how long, there are too many thoughts racing and i just can’t focused. So much energy is spent wrestling my mind that there’s little left to function, and it makes me feel like a lazy good-for-nothing, especially as someone whose worth has been ties to what they do.

Long ramble aside, enjoy this very self-indulgent comic of Leo comforting Lea on a bad day when her thoughts are extra loud and it’s difficult to do anything. Comics and pacing isn’t my strong suit, and it’s my first time (i think?) that i made a comic so… it’s not the greatest lol.

[ana-thedaydreamer]

Art appreciation to my sub oc x canon cps for New Year 🥰

It's been forever since I draw them orz 🫠

Abel x Madeline

Vlad x Odette

[faustianfascination]

predator incarnate

Kinktober 15. Predator/Prey | Degradation

Words: 4904 Pairing: Comte Saint Germain x OC (ikemen vampire) & Comte Saint Germain x Leonardo da Vinci

Tags: NSFW! MDNI! predator/prey, slight dom/sub, creampie, anal sex, biting, oral sex, afab character, comte and leo have the dynamic of the golden girls, leo is so over his shit

Notes: this has been brewing for a while, it's inspired by the story 'The Company of Wolves' by Angela Carter from her short story collection 'The Bloody Chamber'. Dedicating this to fellow mustard man appreciator @valkyyriia. No mustard was harmed in the making of this fic.

The argument in the parlour had continued for longer than Comte had expected; an animated show of wits and expertise that was deeply fascinating and illuminating in equal measure. Since she had requested to remain under his roof, Persephone, or Effy as she had allowed them to call her, had begun to open up like a sensuous bloom allowing them all more glimpses of her surprisingly mercurial character. They also began to witness her intelligence and literary knowledge in full, holding her own against the likes of Arthur and Dazai when she felt like it. Comte knew there was a story as to why she concealed her light, and so desperately he wanted her to share it but she was cautions to let anyone too close too quickly. Tonight however had been something of a turning point.

The evening had begun in the parlour, as she, Arthur, Theo and Dazai had been playing cards. However they got onto the topic was unknown, as it was only when the debate was in full swing he’d let his attention drift from Leonardo. Eroticism was the source of the conflict, from what Comte gathered Arthur had claimed Lady Chatterly’s Lover was one of the most erotic books he’d read, possibly the most erotic book in existence. Effy took exception to this and this led to an exciting exchange over what eroticism in literature was. To make her point, she retrieved her favourite book from her room, yet to be written, by the name of the Bloody Chamber by an author called Angela Carter. It was a collection of fairy tales, her favourite she explained was a particular story called ‘The Company of Wolves’ and to make her point she and Arthur decided to read passages from their respective texts to prove their point. Arthur, not only a good writer could also recite a story with skill, no matter how dirty. Now though, Effy reclined upon the chaise reading this tale to a room of predators; yes the story was erotic, but what gave her an edge over Arthur was her whiskey husked voice wrapping around the words, her body subtly shifting as her breath created a beautifully arousing rhythm of the rise and fall of her chest as her voice filled the room. As the story spoke of a maiden encircled by a choir of wolves, the Count couldn’t help but see the parallel of his maiden of his mansion, encircled by another form of predator incarnate; a beautiful moment of fiction blending into reality.

Every eye in the parlour was on her, enraptured at her tale, every eye caressing her body and Comte felt his immature jealously flare. More so when he could see the desire evident in Arthur’s gaze. The fact they’d had a tryst already bristled him more than he cared to admit, making his more possessive vampiric nature surface, little cracks in his gentlemanly facade. He could give her true pleasure that would make her forget all about him, if only she would look his way. Part of him wanted to drop the niceties, ignore the boundary between them as host and guest, unleash the full power of his seductive prowess so he could finally mark her as his territory, lick every inch of her body clean of the mystery writer’s influence. His mature sided reminded him that she was his treasured guest, now resident, not his property so he did his best to push those feelings down in whatever way he could.

The moans bordered on growls, Comte's bed shaking, sometimes creaking under the force of his thrusts into Leonardo's arse. The fucked as only two pureblood vampires could, all fangs and power as Comte took out his frustrations on Leonardo's now well battered hole. The sheets were balled so much in Leonardo's hands that he'd ripped them to ribbons, he felt a bit bad for Sebastian because Comte's bed would be a mess tomorrow between the torn sheets and the bitten to pieces pillows. Comte plunged his fangs into Leonardo's neck, reaching around to give his cock a jerk to push him over the edge. Comte's release followed soon after, collapsing on Leonardo's back leaving the two a panting heap. This had been going on for days, the Italian knowing he was in for a rough time after Comte pulled him into his room after the night in the parlour and pounced on him. At least tonight they'd made it as far as the bed.

"Feeling better now you bastardo bisognoso" he panted as they began to untangle themselves, he slowly sat rubbing his stiff back. He could tell that this had no way satisfied his old friend due to the melancholic look still in his eyes. Leonardo couldn't decided if he should punch him, fuck him or just go drag Effy to the room and throw her at him at this rate. The things he puts up with for this fool.

Comte rose from the bed and rifled through Leonardo's coat for his pack of cigarillos then wandered out to the balcony for a smoke, swiftly followed by his long suffering bedmate.

"First you interrupt my sleep and now you steal my smokes" Leonardo huffed as he took a cigarillo too. Comte had lit his and at least had the courtesy to light him up too.

"Mon cher ami, who exactly pays for your smokes? Who let's you live in their home and pays your bills?" Comte shot back.

"And don't you like to remind me" said Leonardo reaching over and giving Comte's chin a squeeze and nipping his cheek before he withdrew. Comte just blew smoke in his face with a mischievous grin. "Sebas said you told him to tidy up the old hunting cabin. Going to actually do some hunting so it can live up to it's name or are you just going to make that poor soul trek tea out to you?"

"Well, I spotted her there a few days ago looking for it and thought it might make a nice space for her when she needs a break from fête des saucisses she lives with. Apparently she's also been exploring the empty parts of the mansion when she can't sleep too. Perhaps I should build her a dance studio" Comte said with a tender smile, letting his eyes drift skyward.

The Frenchman enjoyed the fragrant smoke filling his lungs as he gazed to the evening sky. It helped restore his energy after his impromptu liaison, thinking back on what caused it. Seeing her giggling and flirting with Dazai had made his jealousy flare again. This was becoming a problem, not least because his bed was going to be firewood if he didn't deal with this frustration soon.

"That is very sweet but stop thinking and just make a move you fool. Also if you're going to build her anything it's another closet with all the dresses you buy her" Leonardo said after a few minutes of Comte staring at the sky like a sad puppy.

"You make it sound like I giver her an excessive amount of dresses, a young lady needs options for all situations. Also, it's not that simple. She was stranded here because of me, she is a someone who I opened my home to and promised to protect as long as she remains here. She herself said I was like the father of the mansion, how could I make a move without ruining that" he sighed sadly

"I think you're more like daddy than father to her Comte. Have you not noticed how she looks at you? I doubt your advances would be unwelcome and cara is more than capable of looking after herself, she has an entire mansion and castle's worth of vampires wrapped around her pretty little finger" said Leonardo practically rolling his "plus I'm worried if you don't make a move soon Arthur or one of your other little flowers will end up the Seine"

"Fine even if that is the case, how on do I go about approaching her? She is a treasure, one who deserves careful handling" said Comte who was progressively looking more pitiful, making Leonardo only more amused by the situation.

"Pffft, bastardo bugiardo you know exactly how to seduce her, she literally told you how the other day in the parlour." Leonardo was getting to the point of slapping him now, his hands emphasising this acutely "Also I doubt the puttana di Versailles is really so clueless in such carnal matters" Leonardo jibed as he drew in another lungful of cigarillo smoke.

"Puttana di Versailles!? excusez-moi, I was not that incorrigible" said the master of the mansion with a look somewhere between offended and scandalised despite Leonardo being correct. Seeing his old friend's reaction Leonardo couldn't help but tease Comte more.

"That's rich coming from the man who was at one point frequenting the bed of both the Queen and the King. Your cock was the main thing holding that marriage together"

Realising that Leonardo's knowledge of his philandering past was the winning hand, Comte sighed and continued smoking with a pout on his face. He eventually fell back into his dilemma, voicing the conflict that was haunting him constantly around his most treasured resident to his old friend in the smoke tinged evening air. He was talking for a while before he realised Leonardo had stopped responding and there was now a snoring sound echoing into the night much to his annoyance. Comte considered leaving the ingrate on the balcony to freeze overnight but it wasn't worth the moaning that would come so he unceremoniously lifted him into the room and dumped him on the bed with more force than was necessary. It earned him a bite in the derrière.

Persephone crept out of her room, the cool glow of the full moon lighting her way to the vacant wing of the mansion. It was hardly falling to rack and ruin, but the half decorated rooms, discarded books, trinkets and remnants were fun to investigate. She padded lightly down the hall, her black boots contrasting with the white silken slip she slept in. It was one of the many gifts of clothing from Comte, and although it was technically underwear, she rather liked sweeping about the empty part of the mansion in it and as well as sleeping in it. It felt the part of a gothic heroine, which was fitting for the only woman in the nest of vampires. The thought bought a silly grin to her face, enjoying the levity of the moment she gracefully twirled down the hall, dancing through the moonlight. There was no real reason for her nightly endeavours, just that she enjoyed the peace the small hours bought and tonight she was too restless to sleep so she decided to explore some more.

Unbeknownst to her, she wasn't alone. Comte watched, bewitched at her beautiful figure sweeping through the hall. Like an angel come to his home. He followed, careful to mind his steps; he wanted to observe her but more so a dark idea was taking root in his mind. Leonardo had already said she'd told him what she liked through that story, so tonight he intended to let his inner beast out to hunt the one who had so inflamed his desires.

Persephone came to a stop near the double doors that led to the wooded part of the property. She'd not explored that much of that part yet, spending most of her time around the manicured gardens but the bright moon painting the trees tempted her to try the doors to see it they'd open. It wasn't a cold night, but there was a bit of a chill, raising gooseflesh on her skin, making the hair on the back of her neck stand. Her increased sensitivity making her feel strange, as if she was being watched. She looked around only to still find herself alone in the hall, brushing the feeling off as the atmosphere of the night. The doors were stiff, but with a little pushing, they soon opened out to the woody landscape. She remembered Sebas saying something about there being an old hunting shack out in the woodland in this direction and she’d been searching for days. The curiosity led her eyes to peer between the trees, as if trying to make out a building amongst the tangle of wood.

As she was about to step out, a velvet voice filled the silence "Careful where you wander ma chérie. You never know what beasts lurk in the dark waiting to sink their teeth into such nubile flesh"

Suddenly she felt a presence behind her. She turned with a start only to find Comte behind her, she let out a small chuckle at his appearance, the fear receding as she relaxed in her master's presence.

"I'm not scared about such things" she said with a light tone "I am no ones meat. Plus what harm could I come to among you and your companions" she added a flirtatious intonation at his warning, winking at the vampire. Although tonight even she noticed something different about Comte. He'd always been devastatingly attractive, but something about him in the moonlight with his top button open, he seemed overwhelmingly sensual. It was radiating off him to the point she felt herself flush just by his presence, the prickle of gooseflesh growing over her body. His eyes even seemed to glow molten gold, a little voice in her mind wandering if it was possible to drown in someone's gaze. Unconsciously, she moved closer to him, as if hypnotised. Comte's smile took on an edge, vampires were not just creatures of blood but sex too. They were sensitive to the arousal of their pray, long using beguilement to lure and disarm so they could devour their prey in every way possible. It had been a while since he'd let his vampiric self out to play and already he was rewarded with the scent of lust, the pretty young maiden coming to him willingly, body illuminated by the moon, waves of dark hair webbed over pearlescent skin, her pert nipples caressed by the silk he'd bought and dressed her in. What a beautiful sight indeed. However, how beautiful she'd look with a flush of fear upon her skin, her blood pumping even faster?

The vampire advanced on his prey, driving Persephone slowly against the wall until she was caged by him. The master of the mansion finally showing his fangs.

It was in that moment, she realised, the beast began to show his true nature. Still dressed in the costume of his gentlemanly role, but the sway of his movements, the power radiating from his body and the blazing gold in his eyes gave away the true nature of this predator incarnate. Inhuman and otherworldly, utterly beguiling. He could subdue her with his strength alone, but his mesmerising aura was enough to cause her to still under his gaze as his arms caged her against the wall

“Ma petite chérie, ma belle proie” his breath against her ear making every nerve in her body buzz with a electrifying mix of fear and lust “you dance around me in such a skimpy little outfit, barely concealing that enticing body of yours like you’re safe and sound but chérie, you seem to forget that my true nature is neither gentle nor a man” his voice dropped an octave and the smoothness of his tone was now edged with a predatory growl

“Oh but cher Maître, you seem very much like a hot blooded man right now…” She teased despite the tension coiling through her stomach, aware of quite how thin the fabric of her nightgown was, how the silk seemed to accentuate her form rather than conceal it. The comment earned her a deep chuckle, that felt like it was reverberating through her bones, setting her nerves on fire and making heat pool between her legs.

“Oh ma chérie, ma jolie petite listen very carefully now” his lips came even closer to her ear, his body pressed her further into the wall “sois intelligent et cours, run as fast as those lovely legs can carry you because if I catch you I intended to devour every last part of you” his forehead was now pressed against hers, eye to eye with something even more dangerous dancing in them now. He was showing her a courtesy, however they both knew that this would end in the predator capturing his prey like a tiger playing with a rabbit.

Comte moved his lips to her neck, giving a light kiss before he gently pulled his fangs over the skin making her shudder in anticipation, never breaking it but reminding her of his ferocity. The feeling of her breath hitching, her body tensing made his lust start spiralling. Pausing over her pulse, pressing the tips a little into her skin, he could feel her blood flowing and wanted to sink his fangs and drink her blood while she sung blissfully under him but alas that was out of the question. The scent of her desire drifting to him made him stiff, but he wanted to prolong the foreplay before he devoured her fully; the harder the chase the more satisfying the meal after all. He drew his fangs back and licked a stripe back up her neck, halting at her ear after giving the lobe a playful nibble. His lips stilled over it so she would hear his warning

"Run" he breathed in her ear, letting out a fearful snarling growl to make his prey flee. She was smart enough to bolt at that point. Comte watched her run down through the doors that lead to the forest, seeing her merge with the darkness. He dropped his coat and waistcoat to the floor, rolled up his shirtsleeves and licked his lips as he began to track her trail.

"Let the hunt begin chérie"

Dodging between the trees, the moonlight warping them into a maze she she weaved through as fast as she could. The chilled air stung her lungs and sensitised her skin, the silk of the slip caressing and pulling over her body in a way that made her more aroused. She was being hunted, but she had no real desire to evade capture. Perhaps Comte had listened too well to her favourite story but she had no complaints as he stalked her through the woods. She lent up against a tree, taking a moment to gather her bearings and slow her breathing

"You'll need to do better than that ma jolie petite" Comte's voice rung between trucks, seeming to bounce off every surface, shooting straight between her legs making her shudder in pleasure. Persephone didn't need to be warned twice and set off on again, she would make that vampire work for his meal.

She had no idea how long they had been playing their erotic hide and seek, how deep in the woods they had wandered. In the distance, a light orange glow caught her eye, it's warmth standing out in the cool light of the moon. Moth like she ventured towards it, as the glow got larger, she came to realise that it was coming from a small cabin. Perhaps the same building that had initially piqued her interest.

The worn wood felt smooth to the touch, soft almost in it's curves and textures. The door opened smoothly, a wall of warmth and smell of a fire embracing her. As she walked in, she looked around at the cosy space. It was simple but luxurious, as expected of her tasteful master. Leather arm chairs by the fire, a small parlour table between. The space stretched on to what looked like a pile of furs adorning a bed near the window. This place was certainly not abandoned, the incongruity of a lit fire in the middle of a night not dawning on her until she heard the door click shut, the turning of a lock signalling there was no escape.

She turned to see his glowing eyes, his shirt even more undone and tie long gone. The firelight dancing on his exposed muscle, emphasising how strong, how utterly virile he looked. The arms that she usually saw handling tea cups and letters now transformed into the strong, unyielding arms of a predator.

His smile was steeped in lust, licking his lips at the sight of her. He took a seat in one of the chairs, turning it so he was looking directly at her, his position lesuirely as one leg crossed over the knee of the other making the bulge in his trousers all the more obvious. The silence was heavy with their unspoken but obvious desires, until Comte's commanding voice said

"Boots, off" she complied, slowly slipping her feet out of the boots onto the warm plush rug.

"And the slip" his eyes felt like they were setting her on fire, she did as he bade and let the straps off her shoulders. The silk fluttering to the floor around her feet. Not a shred of fabric hiding her from him now. He savoured the sight, enjoying every inch of the flesh he intended to enjoy.

"Into the fire with it" he said, moments like this it dawned how much the aristocrat he was, commanding her with such practiced ease. She bent and lifted the silk slowly, keeping her eyes locked on his through the whole movement exaggerating her form as she bent ensuring he enjoyed every moment of the show. The slip evaporated in the flames like moth wings. Once it was gone he got up and finally began his meal. Her lips tasted of salty sweat and the rose oil he gave her, his hands touching every inch of naked flesh, soft and warm yet muscular and strong. He could feel the years of training that had sculpted her, the thought at her stamina and the night of sex ahead making his erection strain at his trousers. Their tongues wrapped around each other like serpents, he pushed her body towards the bed pressing his pelvis into hers until they fell together upon the soft furs. The tickle against her naked flesh making her gasp as he broke the kiss so he could strip himself. She was certain she heard the ripping of fabric as he shed the layers of fine garments until he stood over her naked and painfully handsome, every muscle defined, his cock erect and leaking. The sight alone made her clench, her arousal dripping between her legs longing to feel that impressive organ rearrange hers.

"Legs open" he commanded, the authority in his voice making it clear there would be no arguments. She opened her legs, as wide as she could allowing him full view of her, going so far as to hold them open for his enjoyment. Comte licked his lips at the sight, her cunt flushed dark and painted in firelight, dripping with want. He lifted her leg, bringing the arch of her foot to his face and placed a chaste kiss upon it, making her gasp and try and pull away only for his inescapable grip to tighten. Next his lips kissed her ankle and begun the journey towards her thighs, kissing, nibbling, licking every bit of skin as he ascended. Soon he'd joined her on the bed, between her legs and kissing, marking, sucking the inside of her thighs until he was near her cunt, her body already trembling at his ministrations. He slid his long finger inside, her drenched hole. He withdrew the digit and commanded her again

"Look at me" her eyes locking with his again as he slowly licked her arousal off it. Making a sound of delight as if he's just tasted a fine wine

"Ma chérie, how lovely you taste. So sweet and delicious, you coat my finger so well I can only imagine how fine you'll be on my tongue" he smirked as he bought his lips to her pussy. He kissed up and down, then took to licking every inch of it, tasting every part of her intimate flesh. She moaned as he worked, not even sinking into the best part yet. He spread her open, enjoying every detail of her pretty cunt and sunk his tongue into her quivering little hole. This earned him her voice wrapping around his name and the feeling of her fingers in his hair, pulling, scratching and driving him further in. The enthusiasm making him chuckle into her. He slipped in two fingers, curling them deep into her to stimulate her g spot, sucking on her clit hard to make her come on his face as soon as possible. He wanted to feel her pouring all over his lips. It didn't take long for his wish to come true as she ground against him and shamelessly chased her orgasm.

Persephone throat already felt dry from yelling Comte's name over as he ate her, but now the real show began. He stood up, wiping the liquid from his face, licking it from his fingers. It only made her wetter.

"On all fours" came another of his commands, making her stomach flip. As she settled on all fours, she made a show of gently wiggling her bottom to him, looking over her shoulder with a pretty look of mischief. He gripped her hip, then bought his hand down in a light smack

"What was that for?!" she asked in faux indignation

"Because I can" he said, his smirk widening to revealing his fangs. The sight made her giggle, enjoying seeing the usually so put together man so very feral.

His grip on her hips tightened as he bought his cock to her entrance, rubbing the tip to lubricate it, then he lined up and sunk in with a strong movement, nearly knocking her forward. She let her arms down a bit only to spanked again letting her know she was to stay on her hands. He started pounding her, thrusting in while using his grip on her hips to to slide her up and down his cock as he thrusted in, the sensations making both of them curse. Persephone gripped the furs as he mounted her like she was a bitch in heat. It felt good to be his, to be claimed like this and she called his name each time he sank in. Overwhelmed sometimes by how deep he got.

Just as another climax was building, he pulled out and rolled her over onto her back. He lifted one leg to his shoulder, pressed the other one wide and sunk into her again, enjoying the view of her reaching into the furs, her fingers gripping them tight, her hair spread everywhere and her body gleaming in the dim light pulled tight and arching like a bow. He pressed their bodies close, enjoying the sensual possibilities of her flexibility that he would explore for the rest of the night. The position was closer, more intimate, when his hips came flush with hers they reached new depths making her scream into him. The sensation made Comte growl, a string of curses falling from him in an array of languages. Seeing the vampire fall apart for her, it was dizzyingly good. He moved smoothly, rolling his hips with each thrust, pressing along every part of her silken walls. He kissed her again, capturing her lips and taking the breath from her, kissing down her neck and chest landing at her nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he sucked as he fucked deep into her, the sensations making her come on his cock. The tightness and fluttering sent him into oblivion too, his hips stopping and pressing deep as he filled her with him. Their bodies stay connected while they both rode out their highs. He slowly raised himself and pulled out of her, savouring the sight of his seed mixed with her. Partly tempted to lick it up, he held off to enjoy her relaxed form recovering from his embrace. The delight of finally having her made the coil of frustration that had been building for days finally faded and he couldn't keep the satisfied smile off his face. He rolled one the bed, pulling her close and running kisses down her neck.

"So chérie, how does it feel to tame a beast with your body" he whispered into her ear, the room quiet save for the crackle of burning wood. She squirmed in his arms. The feeling of her pulling away from him caused a slight concern of pushing her too far to bubble up. However, before it could take hold though, she climbed atop him brushing her cunt on his half hard cock. The feeling made him swell again instantly, the feeling of her suddenly sinking down on him making his hips buck and his voice howl. She let out a breathy chuckle, looking down at him

"I don't know Comte, you'll have to tell me when you've managed to tame this beast" she said as she caressed her own body then bringing her hands to his chest. Her tone was affectionate, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose before she began riding him with fevour.

The howls from the hunting cabin continuing long past the break of dawn.

[moonstruckmelancholic]

@dododrawsstuff drew my Ikevamp OC Persephone, it's beautiful & I love it.

Go commission them ✨

[bicayaya]

my ocs’ aesthetics in emojis:

beatrice 🎀🐝🌷🍰🍓

aimée 🦢🩰💋💌🍷

kiara 🌠🐈‍⬛🌩️📸☕️

paulette 🧸🪡👒🐇🫖

[drachonia]

𝐟 𝐢 𝐫 𝐞 𝐚 𝐧 𝐝 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 .

Leonardo x OC insert (Julliet)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i've had this sitting in my WIP folder for like..well over a year. decided on a whim to finish it, thanks to @valkyyriia and @natimiles for the encouragement! i appreciate you both very much. i hope you both like this little fic of the boy. <33

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fictional interpretation of a historical figure (ikemen vampire), drac's weird little ideas, william jumpscare at the end.

Parties were never really his favorite, at least aside from the wine and the numerous opportunities to observe something interesting. The young man with ash brown hair drew out a small bit of charcoal and glanced around the room from his place against the wall, eyes scanning the ballroom for a subject to study.

He briefly contemplated sketching one of the pillars to the edges of the staircase scanning from the ceiling to floor. Once amber eyes reached the bottom, they locked with a pair of contrasting burgundy hues that reminded Leo vaguely of blood, cliché as that sounded to him. His lips quirked up as the wide-eyed maiden seemed to start at the realization he was staring at her. Fingers gripped the charcoal as he started to sketch her features, quickly managing to get down the softness of her jawline and the sharp curve of her brows before moving to the intense eyes and looking back up again only to see she vanished from the base of that pillar. His ever-present heartbeat stuttered for a moment, brows furrowing as he glanced around for where she may have gone.

“Are you looking for someone?” A soft voice reached his ears, turning his head to meet those same eyes again, but this time much clearer and closer, “You know it’s impolite to stare. Especially without introducing oneself.” She tucked her boyish fringe behind one ear, a teasing smile on her lips as she curtsied to him, “My name is Julliet, what’s yours?” She looked up to the young vampire, a grin on her lips as her own fangs showed the slightest bit. He hadn’t seen her before now. Was she a new vampire? Just someone he hadn’t paid any mind to? No matter, he was finally close enough to get a proper look at those eyes.

“Leonardo.” He grasped her hand, lifting it and pressing a kiss to the back of it with a smile even he didn’t think he could give. Fingertips brushed hers as he drew back, feeling a faint crackle of nerves. What was this? Who was she? What exactly brought about so much curiosity toward her? Maybe it was because she was an unknown to him, but he could practically taste the freedom she exuded on the tip of his tongue when he breathed in. She gave off a fresh scent, noticeable but not overpowering, like rosehip or sage.

“Well, Leonardo, what are you drawing?” She peered in to look at what he’d been scratching out, only to freeze for a moment, “Is that..?” Her bright eyes glanced up to meet his and felt the blush creeping up his neck to his ears, ready to retort and make an excuse before she quieted his thoughts with a happy smile and a gentle giggle. Leaning on his arm she reached her hand out a breath from his sketchbook, careful not to touch his work.

“It’s so well-done…how did you do all of that so fast? You only looked at me for a few seconds!” Her eyes shimmered in wonder as he chuckled lightly at her pure-hearted admiration. He glanced down at her other hand where it rested on his forearm, supporting her from falling into his side. For the first time, Leonardo noticed how small another’s hands could be next to his own. Briefly he wondered to himself if he could capture the feeling in a drawing or figure a way to better remember it in this irritatingly eternal existence of his.

And he thought, only for a moment, Wouldn’t it be wonderful if she would be mine?

The thought itself caught him by surprise as he returned to his senses, rubbing a hand over his mouth to soothe the sudden ache in his fangs.

Just then, he heard a call across the room, “Giulietta!” He almost jolted at how much the timbre reminded him of his father. A man who resembled the young woman at his side climbed the stairs across the hall from them. He felt her stiffen at his side, “I-I should go before my father sees me.”

“Do you make it a habit to hang around unsuspecting men?” He teased her lightly, “The scandal..!” That light smack to his bicep was every bit deserved.

“Never! You’re the first I’ve gotten curious enough of.” She muttered low to herself, but loud enough that he heard, a boyish grin stretching across his face as he opened his mouth to tease her.

“Giulietta!”

She shrunk away from him, “I should go…”

“Do you think we’ll get the chance to meet again?” The words practically pushed past his lips before he could stop them, not that he would have bothered.

“Maybe.” She seemed to like the idea from the bright smile that lifted her rosy cheeks. Giving a sheepish smile as she darted off to the call from her father

“Giulietta di Cappelletti!”

“Yes, father!”

The name was one he was vaguely familiar with, it wasn’t a family his parents held a high opinion of. He knew as much as he leaned on the railing and continued to polish her portrait. Strange, the name she had given him wasn’t something he was familiar with, but the one his father called was very much Italian.

“Julliet.” He mused, brushing his thumb over the page to mimic the flush on her cheeks in monotone.

In the darker part of the corridor, a young man scratched out his own notes, having been watching like a spectator at a theatre. And the titular words he scribbled with a flourish at the top of his parchment were ‘Romeo & Juliet.’

lace headers by saradika.

[keithsandwich]

Insta Following List...

Hi! First of all, we (me and @bicayaya) are so happy that you guys joined us in our Insta!AU! Maeve and Beatrice are now following y'all.

We've decided to make a little masterlist so we won't lose any of your beautiful Insta pages 💕

In case you still wanna jump in, here's the template. Just tag us if you want us to see your work and include you in this list!

Also, if you're in this list but want out, send me a DM and it'll be done.

In alphabetical order:

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Updated: 08.29

[yanderepuck]

A YEAR IN THE MAKING

You know this BIG project I keep mentioning??

A good amount of you have guessed it, some of you know all about it because I've been bouncing ideas off of you to help me with the thought process.

SALAÌ IS GETTING HIS OWN ROUTE!!!!

Long story short.. it was supposed to be 8-10 chapters. It was going to be a speed run route. It's obvs not a real route it can be quick and not so indepth right? Right?

It's 20 chapters. With 3 side stories and an Episode 0.

There were going to be 4 cgs but... Art is pricey and well... honestly.. his route isn't even canon.

In Salaìs route, you, the mc, meet Salaì as he's painting in town. He's there looking for someone but you don't know who. But you get closer to him, going on little dates.. having no choice but to stay at his place for a night, helping him get his art shown in a gallery...and then it falls apart

I will be posting each chapter separately. There will be 3-4 days between each chapter. I will have a tag list. If you are tagged on this post you are already part of it. If you'd like to be part of it just comment saying so.

Minor details: so he has 3 side stories plus the episode 0...those will not be posted here. I've put so much work into this.. literally started August 25th last year...they will be available on Kofi as the chapters related to them are posted. They will only $1. You don't need these side stories for the main story just like in the game so please don't complain about me putting 4 of these behind a pay wall.

Info on the route itself: I will be staying this once I start posting it but through the story I will be calling him Salaì..but for a good part of it he goes by a different name. It shouldn't be confusing but he does have three names after all. Also I said his route isn't canon, meaning his route does not line up with his actual lore. In no way would Salai chose Mc over Leonardo, and I also don't put all of trauma of his in here bc its not really the focus, and like I said.. not even canon. BUT I AM WILLING TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS AT ANY GIVEN TIME. I also have @ask-salai where you can ask questions about it too if you would want HIM to answer and not me.

I REALLY REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS READ AND INTERACT WITH THIS.

Not trying to be threatening... But if this doesn't do well... I'm not sure if I'll continue writing. This is a years worth of work. Reblogs really do mean a lot to me. I want feedback. I want to know what you guys think.

I still need to proof read it all and doubt check some things but I wanted to get the word out about what I was doing.

@chandeliermichel @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @fang-and-feather @namine-somebodies-nobody @evil-quartett @lokis-laugh @candied-boys @breadmercury @aquagirl1978 @xenokiryu @lulu-the-smol-floof @tako-cafe @floydsteeth @spoopy-fish-writes @weird-profiterole

[valkyyriia]

A Brief Respite

Words: 464 CW: Fluff | SFW Pairing: Leonardo da Vinci / OC

Note: I've been having brainrot with this OC and Leonardo and I wanted to write some fluff. I apologize in advance if Leonardo's OOC.

I've also been talking myself in and out of posting this for an hour now. So I'm gonna just do it and hide for awhile.

Not posted on other sites at this time.

“Draculina,” a voice murmured. She felt fingertips glide against her cheek and a gentle squeeze at her hip. Grumbling, she pushed her face further into the warm pillow she was resting on. 

A chuckle reverberated through her “pillow”, and she felt the touch against her cheek once more. “Mia amata, we can’t stay here all day,” they continued. “However much I would like to.” 

“Five more minutes,” she mumbled.

“Now that’s a change of tune,” he said, amused. “It’s already been two hours, Cara Mia.” Leonardo’s lips brushed against her brow. “I would let you sleep longer if I could, but then you would be even angrier at me than you’re already going to be once you’re awake.” His lips ghosted over both of her eyelids. “Let me see those gorgeous eyes, mia amata.” 

- Two Hours Earlier - 

“Leo, we can’t take a nap here,” Alessandra complained. Her partner had decided this hallway was as good a place as any for a quick pick-me-up, and promptly flopped down against a wall, dragging her down with him.

“Says who?” Leonardo’s baritone voice rumbled, pulling her into his arms and settling comfortably. “I didn’t want to have to wait to have you in my arms. Surely you won’t begrudge me fifteen minutes of your time, Mio Sole?” He nuzzled her hair. “I won’t even fall asleep myself, if that eases your mind,” he offered. Leonardo was only telling half the truth; he was always happy to hold her, that was true, but he left out his underlying motive. His Draculina had been dealing with a lot of stress and part of it was his fault, and she hadn’t been sleeping well as a result. It hurt his heart to see her so clearly distressed, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Alessandra sighed heavily. Leonardo smiled coyly and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, knowing he had just won. “Fifteen minutes, Dormiglione,” Alessandra relented, resting her head in the crook of his neck. “No more. We have things to do today.” 

“Fifteen minutes,” he agreed easily, stroking her cheek and running a thumb along her waist soothingly. “Now relax. You need it, bambina.” 

- Present - 

Begrudgingly, Alessandra’s eyes drifted open. She pulled away slightly to look at him. 

“There’s my beautiful girl,” Leonardo cooed, tapping her nose. “How are you feeling?” He brushed a stray hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“Better,” she yawned. Alessandra blinked and smiled back at him. “But I thought you said fifteen minutes?” 

“I did, but you were sleeping too peacefully for me to wake.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly. “You needed the rest.”

“Thank you,” Alessandra murmured, kissing his cheek.

“You’re welcome,” Leonardo replied with a smile. “Now, let’s get to it, yeah?” 

Dividers by @/natimiles

Taglist: @natimiles

Let me know if you want to be added!

[lorei-writes]

Fall deeper in love with OCs into fall with me and @violettduchess during the Falling for Fall Creation Challenge!

➤ Fandoms: Cybird Ikemen Otome (IkeSen, IkeRev, IkeVamp, IkePri, IkeVil, etc.) ➤ OC & OC x canon works only!

During this challenge we'd like to celebrate and give a shout-out to all the awesome OCs (including self-insert OCs) born in our fandom. The nature of transformative works is to take canon and bend it to your imagination -- let's test the limits of that!

➤ Duration: September 28th - October 28th, masterlist soon after ➤ Entries: Any and all creative inputs of your own making are welcome. That includes, but is not limited to, fanfics, fanart, moodboards, playlists, collages, and wallpapers. We reserve the right not to list any unlabelled NSFW works on the Masterlist.

Entries for Falling for Fall CC do not need to be event-exclusive, meaning that they can be part of other challenges or events as well.

Prompt list transcript: Rain, Foraging, Moon, Gold, Gossamer, Cinnamon, Falling Leaves, Harvest.

Remember to tag your works with #fallingforfallcc and to mention @lorei-writes & @violettduchess in them!

We'll be waiting for you!

Lorei & Violett

PS: We've prepared a little game as well -- more on that below the cut! It may not be suitable for those sensitive to rapidly changing bright colours, so proceed with caution!

Falling for Fall CC mini-game

Take a screenshot of the prompt list & let the colours of the falling leaves decide what genre you should write!

➤ Red = Spice ➤ Orange = Fluff ➤ Yellow = Angst

[weird-profiterole]

Not sure Ney will follow them though...

(From left to right : Napoleon Bonaparte, Michel Ney, Jean Lannes, Joachim Murat)

Don't repost, only reblog

[natimiles]

Mina asking Mozart to learn a song she liked from the 21st century.

She hums the rhythm, and he does his best to arrange a version of it.

Everything is good, Mozart thinks the song is different from everything he's ever heard, but he can get used to it.

And then she starts singing WAP.

Mozart leaves the music room.