#mc x le comte de saint germain

[sunshineyuuji]

Hi I’m glad you’re feeling better. I was wondering if you could write a Dazai x a gender neutral MC where he finds out the reader has depression but also finds out the reader has healthy coping mechanisms and they talk and teach him about it.

Thank you

❤️❤️❤️

"I want a happy ending with you..."

Characters: Osamu Dazai

Warnings: depression, overthinking, insecurities, coping with depression, mentions of reader not eating, gn!reader, mentions of suicide (Dazai's death), maybe bad English?, idk if Dazai will be ooc but just in case, brief mention of panic attacks, it's quite long, ngl;

Notes: hello, Nani~! Thank you so much for worrying~ ♡. I'm happy that you requested, though I must say you caught me by surprise with this request. Personally, as someone who deals with depression, I don't know if I have a coping mechanism for depression? I just try and distract myself from overthinking? (Never ignore your feelings, please. Look for someone willing to hear you) But I'm glad I can talk about this. Also, I'll be speaking from MY experience dealing with depression so I want to be clear that not everyone deals with depression the same way just in case anyone gets confused, ok? Well, I hope I can do this without fucking up. And sorry if it's too long for your liking and uhhh maybe the end is a bit rushed?? Idk, I'm sorry. And sorry for posting this so late!

Osamu Dazai isn't only known for his amazing and shocking books, but also because of his tragic ending. He died by committing suicide with his lover, Tomie Yamazaki, on June 13, 1948. But an opportunity came and Le Comte de Saint-Germain gave him the chance to continue living as a vampire moments before his death... And he accepted.

It is well known that Osamu Dazai battled with depression most of his life, attempting suicide more than once. His decision of living as an immortal is still a mystery.

But he doesn't regret being an immortal being, not now that he met you. You were the most beautiful and extraordinary person in his eyes and nothing could change his mind. You were gorgeous and deserved to be treated like royalty. You were his light.

But he was no fool. Though he always seemed silly and loved to tease, that didn't mean he was a fool, on the contrary. Of all thr guests in the mansion, he was the most observant and attentive to any physical or emotional change in other people. And he knew damn well what you were thinking or feeling.

Depression. You were battling with depression, just like he was.

It all started with the panic attacks you started to have when you arrived at the mansion. I mean, who wouldn't be anxious? You were all alone stuck in another century in a mansion full of men. And if that wasn't scary enough, those men were vampires. You had all the right to be anxious.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first. I mean, he helped you to accommodate in the mansion and was always there to get a smile out of you, but he didn't really think anything else about the panic attacks.

That was until the sudden episodes started.

They started out of nowhere. The night before you could be giggling and dancing with all the guests in the house then the next day in the morning you were oddly quiet. The forced smile on your face when any of the guests were talking, but as soon as they took their eyes off of you, your smile would disappear and you would remain silent again while you stared into space.

When you two started dating, he noticed more about you that just screamed what you were going through. You were always overthinking about the most simple things and were constantly insecure, asking yourself is you were good enough for him or if you could ever make him happy. Then he noticed that you barely slept at night, but always felt sleepy during the day. But what made him step in was when you refused to eat your meal once when you clearly didn't eat all day.

Dazai knew what was going on inside your head and, while he didn't know how to help himself, he wanted to help you because if he helped you he could be better. So he decided to talk to you about it.

"Oh, that..." you whispered, not knowing how to talk about it. "Yes, I'm aware that I did wrong on skipping my meal today... That's why I'm going for a walk."

Anyone else wouldn't have thought anything of what you said, but not Dazai. Dazai felt his chest sink as you said the words "go for a walk." He didn't know if you also had those thoughts and, although he had resorted to double suicide on multiple occasions, he tried to ignore those thoughts and if he dragged you along with him he would lose you forever.

"I'll go with you." he offered, hiding his fear in a smile. "How impolite of me it would be to let you walk alone at this time of the afternoon, don't you think?"

You stayed a few long seconds in silence, contemplating if nothing would happen if he went with you. In the end you agreed to his offer with the thought in mind that maybe, just maybe, this walk could help him too.

"But eat something first." he ordered, his tone still soft and gentle. "I won't let you leave until you eat something."

Although little, you were able to eat the delicious dinner that you had helped Sebastian make. You ate quickly because you wanted to go out and clear your mind. You didn't want to, you had to.

"Can we please go to a walk now?" you pleaded and Dazai had no choice but to go out with you. Using the door, of course. Through the window it was going to be difficult for you.

Dusk came and the sky was painted a set of orange and purple colors. The atmosphere was perfect for a date like those you two used to have from time to time, but today was going to be an exception.

You both walked in silence without any exact destination. Dazai expected you to say something to him, but you only admired the beautiful surroundings. What distracted you was a quiet and lonely children's park. You looked at Dazai, and without waiting for an answer, you walked over to the swings and began to swing.

"Come sit with me." you called out to him while smiling softly.

He quickly sits on the swing next to you and rocks with you. You both enjoy the relaxing atmosphere, the afternoon breeze, and the soft laughter that you both let out. For a moment, you both forgot the real reason you had come out. You felt happy to be able to enjoy this moment with him, even though you knew that this joy would vanish for the moment, but you didn't care. At this precise moment, you didn't care because you knew that the reason for your happiness was Dazai.

But... You stopped. You stopped because even though you were happy with him, you had to talk to him. You continued to rock, but your laughter stopped.

"Dazai, love." you called, causing him to stop.

"Yes?" he answered.

"You know... I know that you better than anyone can understand what's happening to me. These sudden mood swings and so on..."

Dazai stopped swinging on the swing and looked at you. He didn't know what to answer you, although what you said was true: Dazai could understand you better than anyone.

"Sometimes I go out to distract myself." you continued talking. "I'm always looking for something to distract myself and try not to get consumed by it. I'm trying, I swear."

That piqued his curiosity. Distract you? Did that work? He personally never knew how to deal with his depression, since he lived in other times, but he was interested in knowing how you managed to deal with it.

"What things do you do to distract yourself?" Dazai asked interested.

"Oh! Well... I sometimes sneak to hear Mozart playing, which relaxes me." you started to explain a little embarrassed. "Or I bake too. Sometimes sleeping helps."

"That's... I didn't know there were ways to help deal with this." Dazai admitted, fascinated. "So you do things you like to distract and relax yourself?"

"That's correct." you gave him a small smile.

"I see... Can I try something like that too?" Dazai asked.

"Of course! Just look for things that can relax you." you recommended.

"Writing works... And spending time with you."

You blushed when you heard what he said and lowered your head, smiling.

He loved you. You both loved each other. You might have your problems, but you loved each other deeply. Your wish, his wish, the wish of both of you was to overcome whatever life threw at you and be together... For eternity.

[bakersgrief]

Masterlist

(Writing requests open. Rules here.)

My Writing

- Ikemen Prince

Yves Kloss:

Yves giving a reach around (NSFW)

Rio Ortiz:

Cock ring and bondage (NSFW)

Wax play (NSFW) (Rio x Ciel) (Ciel is @floydsteeth 's oc)

Silvio Ricci:

Collaring Silvio (NSFW)

Reunion sex (NSFW)

Keith Howell:

Twins!Keith au pt 1 (original au by @ndoandou)

Twins!Keith au pt 2

Keith x Maeve (Maeve is @keithsandwich 's oc) (NSFW)

Teasing Keith (NSFW)

Maeve's Panties (NSFW)

Emma:

Vibrator thoughts (NSFW)

Miscellaneous/multiple characters:

Ikepri x ikevamp crossover (hc)

Ikepri with a lesbian mc (hc pt 1)

Ikepri with a lesbian mc (hc pt 2)

Ikepri with a lesbian mc (hc pt 3)

-Ikemen Sengoku

Kenshin Uesugi:

Pegging Kenshin (NSFW)

Angst with a happy ending

Spanking (NSFW)

-Ikemen Villains

Kate:

Learning to type

Multiple characters:

Curse immunity

- A3!

Juza Hyodo:

Bear Juza

Art

(Comissioned from others, I'm just listing it here to show it off! Links to original posts by the artists.)

Keith Howell:

Bunnyboy Keith (suggestive)

Body harness (suggestive)

Keith bulge (suggestive)

Emma:

Sleepy morning (nonsexual nudity)

Kenshin Uesugi:

Kenshin and his buns

Le Comte de Saint-Germain:

Long haired Comte

Julian Devorak:

Wedding charm

Miscellaneous:

Scylla and Anisa

[micheldechevin]

A Birthday to You

I wrote a Le Comte fic for my friend @saphyhowl  ‘s birthday. It’s also officially my first Ikevamp fic. pairing: Le Comte x MC Rating: General audience Word count: 627

Its sort of short, but I hope its enjoyed! Again happy birthday to Saphy!!!

      “Happy Birthday, Ma Chérie.” Le Comte held out a small box, his lips curved into a gentle smile. “I got you a gift.”  Her face lit up. In truth, the fact that he remembered her birthday at all was more than enough of a gift-- and knowing him, he probably overdid it when it came to picking out gifts. Le Comte wasn’t exactly known for going cheap.

      Saphy opened the box; inside was a bracelet embedded with diamonds, her suspicions were correct--way too expensive. “ I can’t accept this, this is worth more than anything I’ve ever owned. Really you do too much--”

    He cut her off with a soft kiss on her forehead. “But I want to spoil you, won’t you let me for today?” Really, it was just another excuse to spoil her--but he hoped maybe she would actually let him this time since it was her birthday. “It’s only fair, you spoil me just by existing everyday.” Le Comte knew how silly that must sound, but he was being honest. Saphy brought a sort of liveliness to the Mansion that had been lacking before--and selfishly, it made his life brighter. In his mind, this really was the least he could do.

   She pondered over it for a moment. “Oh, I suppose I can, but just this time. Don’t think this means you can buy me expensive gifts all the time,” she said, half teasing. Really accepting gifts was hard enough, bit diamonds was too much. Saphy was eternally grateful though, even now. “Thank you though, it really is lovely.” She closed the box back. Her smile was soft and shy, cheeks darkened with a blush. “I’ll cherish it forever.” The plan was to set it on her nightstand where she could look at it every night--she didn’t necessarily trust herself not to lose it if she wore it around and this would keep it in pristine condition. “You do know this means I have to spoil you for your birthday now, don’t you?”

   Le Comte waved a dismissive hand, chuckling. “Yes, yes--but let’s not think about me right now, it’s your birthday so for the entire day I want us to only think about you.” Leaning down, he pressed a gentle peck against her lips. “It’s not everyday I get to celebrate my darling’s existence.” 

   “Not that you haven’t tried.” She felt giddiness at the fact that he did cherish her. In truth, she never thought she’d make it past his gentlemanly exterior to find out what lies in his heart--but she had and what she found there made her happier than she ever had been. There was a mutual trust and love that she never thought possible. A sigh. “Je t’adore. I adore you.” 

   “I adore you too, Ma Chérie.” Standing up, Le Comte held out his hand. “Now come, I had Sebastian make you a cake for your birthday and I would like to have some with you.” What he meant was he wanted to feed the cake to her, but she didn’t need to know that yet. “It’s your favorite.”

  “Oh yum, I can’t wait.” Saphy took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “You really do spoil me too much, but I can’t complain about cake. Really, thank you--this all means so much to me.” This really was the best birthday she had ever had, if only for who she spend it with. 

    “Happy birthday again, My love. I look forward to the rest of the day together and the countless birthdays to come. Thank you for being in my life.” Le Comte pressed his lips to the back of her hand, before turning to make their way to the dining hall and into the future they would get to spend together.

[ohtomatotome]

Watch

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Title: “Watch”

Characters: Comte de Saint-Germain, Sebastian x Female Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

Word Count: 1,598

Rating: E

Tags: Jealousy, Unrequited love, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex

Trigger Warnings: Broken Trust?

Author’s Note: Part of #VisionsOfTemptation2022 for Kinktober (prompt credit to @xxsycamore ). This one is angsty. Why do I hurt Comte? I certainly don’t hate him. In fact, he’s my favorite character in the game.  It seems like everything I write for him has him either panicking, pining, pouting, or putting an end to a fight. Perhaps because in the game he appears serene and capable on the outside, so I enjoy seeing him struggle with something that really challenges his composure. 

Prompt Used: Voyeurism

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It had started out so innocent, so seldom, so unattached.

When you arrived at the Parisian mansion in the 1890s, le Comte was the perfect host. He had assumed the father-figure role for most of the vampires there, and that same paternal regard was extended to you. You felt safe within his careful gaze. How could you know heat lurked beneath the gentle smile?

The truth was far more expansive than you ever realized. He was always watching.

When you were receiving idle flirtations from Arthur and Dazai, he had seen your flustered blush.

When Napoleon surprised you with his innocent morning kiss, he had been outside the door.

When you were relaxing in the thermae, he had hid himself in the corner obscured by steam and plants. Later that night would be the first in a countless string of nights he had jerked himself off while picturing you.

When you were trying so hard to impress Sebastian, he saw the determination on your face. 

When you had reached a boiling point of frustration with trying to understand your feelings for Sebastian, he watched you run to Leonardo for consolation. 

When a special spark of electricity passed between your gaze with Sebastian one evening at dinner, he didn’t miss it.

When you and Sebastian were working side by side in the kitchen and exchanging lingering glances and quick little kisses, he had been watching from the hallway.

He had been a silent witness to all your important moments in the mansion. He had held his tongue for too long and let the chance slip away. He could have easily made a romantic impression on you from the very beginning, sweeping you off your feet and making sure you looked at no one but him. 

But he hadn’t. 

That would have been selfish.

Besides, you would be leaving in one month, so what would have been the point to secure your affections?

How was he to know that the Door would malfunction for so long and trap you here in the past?

In the interim, you fell in love with Sebastian, and he with you. Everyone was happy for the both of you. It seemed only natural for the two humans to pair up. 

It would have been unnatural if you had chosen a vampire, to say nothing of a pureblood. 

Unnatural, indeed.

Never had jealousy felt so personal to le Comte.

When your relationship was becoming more intimate, you began fretting over the plain and matronly state of your underthings. They had been a bulk delivery of identical pieces that Comte bought as soon as you arrived. You hadn’t had a say in it. You were grateful at the time, but now you wish you had something a little more exciting to wear, since there was someone in your life who was going to see you naked. Eventually. 

Le Comte watched you grumbling as you pawed through her dresser. Of course he was there, out in the hall, watching. “Would you like something new? Any particular item in mind? Let me buy it for you. Come, ma cherie, let’s go shopping.” 

He watched you run your hand over the silk drawers and camisoles in the shop. His vivid imagination pictured your shapely form being hugged by that champagne fabric, visualized your hand gliding down his own bare stomach and reaching lower, the new light of dawn dappling your skin. 

“Monsieur?” Your perky voice brought him out of his reverie.

Of course he had to have you try them on to make sure they fit. He insisted on standing guard right outside the dressing room. He smirked as he heard the rustle of fabric and your delighted cooing. There was immense pleasure to be taken in the knowledge of you wearing the lingerie at his request first, before Sebastian ever got to see them. And even greater pleasure knowing that he was the one purchasing the items that would be closest to your nakedness.

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He also happened to watch as you boldly led a red-faced Sebastian into your room one night. 

Le Comte decided to indulge his own selfish fantasies for once. As soon as you closed your door, he silently locked himself in the room next to yours. This unused room held a secret known only to him: a peep hole through the back of the closet that was hidden behind the tapestry hung in your room, threads strategically thinned out in that exact spot. The surveillance was originally needed for a suspicious house guest Comte did not trust. He hadn’t used it in decades. 

His watchful eyes were on your every move as you began to loosen your layers of constrictive clothing, shimmying out of them until you were only clad in the very same lingerie he had bought you. Le Comte observed this fact with pride and satisfaction. And envy. Always envy, that ever-present thorn in his heart.

You encouraged Sebastian to undress next, kissing him as he undid his many buttons and snaps. Now the two of you are just in your underwear, the candlelight and moonlight cooperating to give your curves the most delectable shadows and highlights. You made a slow show of removing the silk slip until the only thing touching your skin was the pale light.

Le Comte longingly contemplated your bare beauty and silently cursed the butler for not grabbing your hips to see how the plump flesh gave under the pressure of a squeeze. He heard you say something in a low, sultry voice, but even with vampiric hearing could not make out all the words. The hungry tone, however, was unmistakable. It waltzed down his spine deep into his belly. That tone was the last inducement he needed before unbuttoning his pants and taking out his member, already stiffening and begging to be stroked.

Sebastian didn't need any further coaxing either. After you laid on the bed he began working between your legs with his mouth and fingers, making up for with enthusiasm what he lacked in experience. Le Comte watched your lips with rapt attention, how they opened and closed around silent gasps. Each inhale of yours was matched with a stroke of his hand down his cock. Sebastian continued until you were mewling and your thighs started to twitch involuntarily with pleasurable spams. 

You pleaded in a husky voice for your lover to fill you, clutching at his hair and tugging him up towards your body. Le Comte had to be careful now, his heavy breaths were difficult to keep silent. He strained to see your face as Sebastian entered you. Exquisite. Sublime. Perfect.  The low moan you let out was enough to shake Comte so badly he had to hold onto the wall for support before he erupted. He was close, but he wanted to hold out as long as possible and cum at the same time as you.

Sebastian staggered the pace of his thrusting, sometimes fast and hard, sometimes slow and deep. Comte tried to time his fist strokes along with your sounds, imagining it is him that was making her sound so wanton and needy. In his fantasy, you had always come to his room when you needed consoling. It was his shoulder that you had cried onto. It was his arms that you found solace. It was his eyes that you desperately wanted to capture. It was his heart that you fought to uncover. It was his soul that you had desired. It was him that you loved. Him. Not Leo, not Sebastian, not anyone else. He was the only one who gave you everything you needed.

Right at that moment, he closed his eyes as his mind was painting a picture of the two of you making love in the garden gazebo at midnight. He could almost smell the night-blooming phlox and hear the crickets. You’re lying beneath him, gazing up at him with eyes full of love and lust. Oh! If only you had ever looked at him like that, just once. Just once. Just…

Your sighs and gasps turned breathier and higher-pitched. Le Comte knew you must be close to a climax. He resumed a rapid motion on his shaft, eagerly awaiting that triumphant sound. He peered through the hole once more to see your back arching off the mattress, legs wrapped around Sebastian, mouth open in a silent pull of air, and then – your little shriek that almost made his dick jump out of his hand. Your following moan was all he needed to chase his own finish. He had a handkerchief ready and caught every drop as his chest shuddered with shaky breaths. 

The guilt was immediate. He felt dirty and despicable to his core. A sudden gloom overtook him as he splayed a palm out against the wall for support. The elegant mouth turned down in utter disgust at himself.

What was he doing?

You had trusted him. You looked up to him as a benefactor, as the respected master of the manor. As a friend. 

And this was how he repaid your trust?

Deplorable. Sickening. Unforgivable. Reprehensible. 

Self-hatred and self-pity overwhelmed him. He buttoned up his fly and stuffed the soiled handkerchief into a pocket.

He could hear the couple renewing their love-making as he silently moved out of the closet and into the dark room. Anguish pierced his chest. Shame soured his mind. He didn’t know how long he sat in that room, letting the sounds of bed springs and pleasurable grunts float over him, wishing for something that would never be.

[niphredil-14]

Comte, Theo, and Arthur With a Sick S/o

@kisara-16 I heard you weren't feeling good, so here you go, lovely!

Comte wouldn't let you lift a finger! No working, no stressing, no getting yourself any sicker! You were going to be getting some good old rest, and a serious dose of pampering. Clearly the only way to heal your illness faster, along with proper medical treatment, of course, would be to shower you with gifts! So you'd better prepare for even more of the princex treatment!

Theo would give you the day off of work too, and would insist that you take care of yourself. Though he would not miss work if it were a more minor illness like a cold or something, he would most likely ask Vincent or Sebastian to check in on you every now and again to make sure that you are resting! When he returned from work, he would bring you some sweets and would spend the rest of the evening comforting and assisting you until you feel better.

Arthur would immediately go into Doctor Mode. Though he most definitely doesn't like tea, if a nice cup might sooth you at all, then you'd better believe he would rush to make one. Most of the day would be spent rubbing your belly, and reading to you, as well as providing any comfort that he could.

[scribe-of-the-gods]

Nibble | Le Comte x Reader

hey. This character is from Ikemen Vampire. He’s the newer route that was released, I finished it just a couple of days ago. There aren’t any spoilers in here, just his name. I’m using his real name so yeah. Also I’m on mobile so don’t mind some of the errors. Especially formatting issues. Genre: smut, drabble?? (962) Extra: minors dni, tiny spoilers?

You smelled so sweet to him it was practically irresistible. As a vampire, he often had the intense urge to sink his fangs into your soft neck. He wanted nothing but the crimson liquid to pour down his throat and satiate his deep hunger. But as a pureblood, he knew the consequences of those actions. Abel hadn’t decided whether he wanted you to become a vampire and you were the same. The only thing that wouldn’t change was whether YOU wanted it. If you wanted to be a vampire then he would mull over his own feelings. But if you wanted otherwise, he wouldn’t dare.

Of course, there were days where his desperation grew further than he could handle. His senses were heightened, he noted every shiver, whimper, and twitch that you produced. He knew what every action would cause; every touch and kiss. He knew the way his words made you feel. Every reaction was pretty predictable.

His lips dragged across your bare skin while he desperately tried to bury his primitive desires to drink you dry. You sounded so wonderful under him, asking for more. He gave you everything he had, everything he was.

“Abel…” you whispered, reaching down and letting your hand brush against his head. A loud moan escaped your lips as you felt his warm tongue drag against your folds. You arched your back, trying not to tug his hair too much. You felt his warm hands slide against your calf up to your thigh.

His movements were slow at first, but as the moment progressed, his pace became sloppier. He needed more of you and his patience was thinning. Abel’s sharp fangs slid against your soft thighs, begging for a bite. He closed his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips at the thought of your blood grazing against his tongue. It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? In your delirium of pleasure, you had no idea what the pureblood vampire was going through.

His hungry eyes watched every movement as his fingers gently slid in and out of you. Slow and steady because it made you react better. Slow and steady drove you both to madness but it was worth it.

“Mine…” Abel whispered against your thighs, dragging his tongue across your skin while inserting another finger inside.

“Abel!” You cried, feeling his tongue returning to the most sensitive spots. There was no more waiting now. He couldn’t hold back with such sweet sounds coming from you.

Standing up, Abel leaned over you, his golden eyes meeting yours. However, you noticed a slight orange in them, a sign he would lose control. But you trusted him enough, knowing he would’ve left the room if there was such a danger. However, even if the opposite was true, you didn’t mind if he bit you. Staying with him for an eternity was your dream. You heard plastic tearing but were too lost in your pleasure.

A euphoric gasp escaped your lips as you felt him push into you. The pace was sickeningly slow, but it gave you time to adjust. Abel shut his eyes, a deep groan slipping from him at the warmth your slick walls provided.

Your hands tightened around his bicep as you felt him push all the way in. There was an enticing tightness that you felt, one that you adored more than you cared to admit.

“Are… you ok?” Abel asked, taking a few breaths. You nodded, unable to speak as his fingers laced with yours. His other hand brushed against your hip before moving to push your hair out of your face. “So messy…” he mumbled, mesmerized by the way you looked right now.

Your half lidded eyes that revealed your deepest desires, your mouth slightly ajar as you breathed in and out, your hair strewn about, your hands clutching his while shaking just a bit. All of it drove him wild- this is what he needed. As promised, he would no longer hide his feelings for you. Or his greediness.

A loud cry came from you at his experimental thrust, before he started moving at a steady pace. His needy golden eyes stared down at the way you arched your back, revealing that soft neck of yours. His gaze traveled downwards across your supple breasts and stomach where he could spot a few dark bruises he’d left earlier. Marks only he could see.

His large hand slid across your chest, as if he were a first time explorer of your body. He still held that excitement, no matter how many times he’d already done this. His slow strokes started to get faster as his desperation for relief grew.

Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He knew just how much you loved it, he knew just how good he was making you feel and that made him proud. His own deep moans melted with yours as the two of you neared your relief.

“S-so good- more!” You demanded, opening your eyes to look at him. You could see his sinful gaze; sharing his thoughts you tightly held onto his arm as his pace became sloppier.

As you neared your climax, your cries became more desperate. Finally, both of you felt your relief, holding onto each other as tightly as you could. Abel held himself up breathing heavily, much you were below him.

His fingers traced your jaw before he leaned down to your neck. You giggled as you felt him nibble the skin, but wrapped your arms around him.

“I could‘ve turned you today…” he whispered, finally laying on top of you.

“That’s ok,” you said, running your hand through his hair, “I would’ve been ok with that.”

“You wouldn’t mind living with me for an eternity?”

“Nope.”

[fandom-collective-writers]

Vampire in a Bottle (Le Comte de Saint-Germain x MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Le Comte de Saint-Germain x MC

Prompt: cursed object

Warning: Smut!!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 7,251

Requested by: anonymous

Written by: @lordsister​/@lordsisterxotome (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

Other notes: I legit expected this to be 5 maybe 6 pages long. Was not expecting it to end up being 15 whole ass pages long.

       She’d heard stories about creatures tied to objects, bound to them my wizards or witches or priests. Everyone had. The djinni of the lamp, silkies and their skin, even myths of demons lending their bloodlust to legendary swords. 

       The vampire stuck in the wine bottle though, now that was a first.

       It had come as a surprise when MC had first stumbled upon the mansion on one of her hikes outside the city. She must’ve hiked the same path a hundred times and never had she caught so much as a glimpse of the sprawling estate, even if it was only a shell of its obvious former glory now. Had she taken a wrong path somewhere? Drifted away in her thoughts too much and unintentionally wandered away into the bushes? Looking back the way she’d come, she realized that no, she hadn’t veered in any way from her usual path, which made the sudden appearance of the mansion especially strange. 

       It was quite the complex, all graceful arches and columns, reds and whites. A massive fountain topped with a headless statue centered an overgrown path, and even from her vantage point still a ways away from the building, she could tell that what was once a manicured garden lay behind the mansion. It was like something out of a fairy tail; she wondered about it’s story, who lived here and what events had taken place within its walls. Now, the place was positively decrepit, still somewhat majestic, but old and creepy nonetheless.

       So, doing what any normal person would do, MC thought, ‘Very old and creepy,’ and turned back the way she’d come. There was no way in hell she was going to wander in like some airheaded protagonist out of a horror movie and get pestered or possessed or who knows what else. Nope. She was going to choose life today.

       It seemed her fears about the place being somewhat supernatural were true though, because a few minutes later, when she was sure she was about to step back onto a more familiar leg of the path, she emerged right on the same cliff overlooking the estate as before. The mansion sat there expectantly and she almost imagined it was saying, “Oh, you’re back.”

       Blinking, she stared for a moment before scoffing and shaking her head, soft mutters of “no, no, no, no, no,” falling from her lips as she turned away and rubbed her eyes. Her heart was beating a little faster now, sweat forming on the back of her neck. This was too strange. She’d hiked this path a hundred times and there had never, ever been a mansion here before. Furthermore, there was no way she was going around in circles. She knew the area and its trails well enough to have been able to find her way even if she did get lost.

       Pulling out her phone, MC tried and failed to find her location on the google maps, cursing as the words ‘No Signal’ replaced the usual friendly bars in the left-hand corner. Shoving the device back into her pocket, she sighed and stomped back down the path. This time she paid attention to familiar landmarks, carefully retracing her steps. For a second, she thought for sure she was in the clear, that she would come out on the path and walk away to forget this ever happened as some strange hallucination.

       Apparently that was not to be the case today though as, lo and behold, when she ducked beneath a low-hanging branch, there she was again, the mansion laid out and waiting before her. She could practically feel it rolling its eyes at her this time. 

       Collapsing on the leaves and pine needles, she laughed breathlessly. No way was this happening. Why today of all days? Why couldn’t the universe just let her keep having her normal days without throwing in a mansion that appeared and disappeared like a ghost ship too? She felt like she was going crazy. 

       After a few minutes of deep breathing and burying her face in her knees, trying to rub the image of the mansion away, she rose to her feet. This place wanted her to...do something? Fine. She had a feeling it would just keep making her walk in circles until she came inside. Best case scenario it really was just an old mansion and she would find another way back to the trail after having searched the property. Worst case scenario? She was dragged to the underworld by whatever vengeful ghosts might inhabit the place. No problem, right?

       Her legs felt weak as she picked her way down the cliffside, slowly getting closer and closer to the hulking abode. The grass on the vast lawn was so overgrown she had a hard time making her way across it, nearly tripping a couple of times when it got caught around her calves and ankles. As she got closer, she started to realize just how massive the place really was. So similar to most of the castles and palaces and royal mansions she’d visited on trips, whoever had built this place and lived here had gone for extravagance, a show of wealth, but something about it was quiet in a way that made it seem like it was meant to be tucked away back here. It would have been beautiful if the situation were different and she wasn’t so freaked out.

       On the bright side, at least the weather wasn’t cloudy like these kinds of places usually were in books and movies, and she didn’t have the feeling anyone was watching her. It was a sunny day, the sky blue and dotted here and there with the occasional cloud. It was a small comfort, but comfort nonetheless as she faced the beast.

       Taking a minute, MC just stood there in front of the mansion, staring up at broken windows and ivy covered columns and weeds poking up through the stones. “What do you want from me?” she grumbled to herself before shaking her head and taking a deep breath.

       Heavy iron rings hung on the wooden doors, their white paint peeled away to reveal the brown wood beneath. Her hand looked tiny in comparison to the ring as she grasped it, cold and dark against her skin, and pulled the door open. It grated against the floor as it opened, and she paused, tensed and waiting for something to jump out at her, for a swarm of bats or something. But nothing came and after a minute, she peered inside. Part of the roof had fallen in, allowing shafts of daylight to pierce the gloom and illuminate the grand receiving hall. Her shoes padded softly against the marble floor as she took a few steps inside, careful of the debris. A grand staircase of white stone led up to a second story and as she turned in a circle to fully take in the room MC saw more signs of wealth: giant paintings, moth-eaten tapestries, silver candlesticks nearly too tarnished to recognize. 

       A gentle breeze blew in from the open door behind her, stirring leaves across the floor and up the stairs. After another quick glance around, she crept up the staircase, brushing her fingers across the cold, stone banister as she did. Choosing to turn to her left once she was at the top of the stairs, she followed a long hallway in what she guessed was the west wing. More paintings and golden sconces decorated the walls, curtains made of dusty velvet framing smashed windows. The mansion had yet to make its next move, to give her any indication of what it wanted her to do, where it wanted her to go. It was hard to tell because everything was so old and nature had long since started reclaiming the place, but she thought she saw signs of a struggle, irregularly torn canvases and tables knocked over, their vintage contents spilled all over the floor.

       She startled, gasping, when a door at the end of the hall creaked open, a strong breeze whistling down the corridor and urging her along. MC could feel the mansion’s impatience pushing in at her from all sides, tugging at her hair and pushing at her back. Balling her fists, she gulped and creeped towards the indicated entryway, trying to mentally prepare herself for whatever she might find. 

       Her breath stuck in her throat as she took a careful look inside, surprised at the luxury and opulence that met her gaze. The chamber was so large and gilded it had to be the master bedroom. The walls and ceiling were framed in gold, the ceiling painted with some scene that belonged in a cathedral. The canopied bed had long since succumbed to moths and the forces of nature, but the size of it could have rivaled any king size bed, and the rugs, once richly colored, still retained some of their ancient plushness as she stepped into the room. Reaching out, she ran her fingers along the carved edge of a table, tracing the intricate whorls and flowers. The same signs of a struggle were here too, a sharp gash taken out of the leg of the table and old books and shattered glass lying on the floor.

       A strong gust of wind blew in from the broken window, disturbing the heavy velvet curtains and knocking an old wine bottle off the small table in front of the broken pane. She winced as the bottle hit the floor, expecting it to shatter, but instead it bounced, rolling until it stopped against her foot.

       MC blinked and bent down to pick it up, noting the strange weight inside it. There wasn’t a label and she tipped it back and forth in her palm, weighing its contents. The red glass was too dark to see whatever was inside, but it didn’t feel like liquid sloshing around, that was for sure. Idly tapping a nail against the cool surface as she went to put it back on the table, she nearly screamed when something tapped back. 

       Letting go of the bottle and skittering back, she tripped over a chair, sending her falling on her ass. The bottle didn’t bounce this time, shattering instead with a sound like thunder that shook the mansion. A whirlwind filled the room, sending debris flying as it exploded outwards. Crouching and covering her head with her arms, MC waited, eyes squeezed shut and heart pounding, for whatever was happening to stop. It could’ve been seconds or minutes; she barely knew which as the gale settled, ending as quickly as it had begun. Uncovering her head, she peeked, shaking, around the room. Anything that had been in contact certainly wasn’t now, nothing but shafts of wood and scraps of fabric remaining. But the furniture held the least of her attention right now, not with the sudden appearance of the room’s other occupant.

       He was on his knees, heaving and gasping. She couldn’t see his face from her place behind the chair, only locks of yellow hair. His clothes - a long coat of burnished gold, brown trousers, and soft leather boots - were all embroidered in gold thread, rich and quietly vibrant. 

       She didn’t understand who he was or where he had come from. It refused to click in her mind that he had actually been stuck in that wine bottle, tapping back to her. People didn’t come from inside bottles. That kind of thing only happened in myths and fairy tales - things that were only stories.

       Rising to her feet on legs still shaky, she kept her gaze on the man as she slid a foot back, thinking to make a quiet exit, unnoticed. Of course, with so much debris scattered about the room, something like a quiet escape was absolutely impossible. Before the edge of her shoe had moved even a few inches, it disturbed a shard of wood with enough force to send it scittering a few inches over the stone floor, breaking the silence only broken by his heavy breathing.

       Piercing yellow eyes snapped to her and she gasped at the intensity within their depths, frozen, a deer in headlights. He turned, stumbling to his feet, eyes still locked with hers, and dear god, she believed in fairy tales looking at him. His face was unnaturally beautiful, something someone had dreamed up rather than someone born. It spoke of marble sculptures carved in his image, of candlelight on silk sheets, and there was a depth to his eyes, something she couldn’t fathom, something that marked him as...inhuman.

       MC hadn’t realized that her jaw had dropped and she swallowed, opening her mouth to say something and choking on air. Before she could manage her way through anything even vaguely coherent, he surged forward, barely a centimeter in front of her in the blink of an eye. Yelping, she tried to jump back, but his arms were already around her, dragging her against his chest. She struggled fruitlessly in his grip as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, lips and nose nuzzling against the soft skin as he breathed deep of her scent.

       “W-What are you-? S-Stop!” she demanded weakly, the panic rising in her chest choking her pleas. 

       “Smells so good,” the stranger breathed, his voice hoarse from disuse, and pulled back just enough that he could peer into her wide eyes. He looked absolutely wild now, ravenous and uncontrollable. “I’m sorry, but I need your help, mademoiselle.”

       The hand around her shoulders grabbed a handful of her hair, gently moving it away from her neck. Her fingers clawed into his lapels as she stared at him, fearful and confused, prey in the arms of a predator. His face lowered to her neck once again and she shivered as his breath fanned against her skin. What was he doing?

       “Try to relax, ma cherie.”

       The unexpected pain of two fangs sinking into her made her scream, bucking in his unyielding hold as he took long drawls of her blood. 

       It was physical pain as well as mental pain, the pain of confusion and everything she’d thought she’d known about the realistic world cracking. Pain. And then pleasure. Pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced before, setting her entire body alight and turning her mind white.

       And that was how she met him, Le Comte de Saint-Germain, a starving vampire trapped inside a wine bottle for 100 years.

       She’d woken later with her head in his lap, the ghost of his touch on her cheek stirring her. The ceiling spun above her and MC groaned, turning into him and covering her eyes with an arm.

       “Shh, you’re okay, ma cherie. It’ll pass soon.”

       Her eyes flew open, met with an abundance of gold and yellow, and she shot upwards, falling on her side as the world spun again. Hands reached to steady her out of the corner of her vision, but she flinched away from them, remembering the strange pain and pleasure his bite had brought. 

       “Stop!” she bit out, and he did, hovering a few feet away from her. “Who are you and what did you do to me?!”

       He blinked at her, seeming to think for a second before answering with a gentle smile, “I am Le Comte de Saint-Germain, and...moments ago I was starving for your blood.”

       “Starving for my-” She shook her head, still confused and afraid. “What?”

       “I’m not human, as you might have guessed.” His tone was polite, but warm, friendly as he spoke to her. “I’m a creature out of your myths and folklore, a vampire.”

       And her day officially couldn’t get any weirder!

       There, sitting on the cold, stone floor and shredded rugs, Le Comte had told her his story, that he was an immortal vampire trapped inside a wine bottle by another of his kind who he’d once considered a friend. He had been the one to build the mansion and live in it, assimilating into human high society and traveling between countries for centuries until the event of his capture.

       When MC had asked him about how the mansion had appeared and disappeared, he’d answered that it was part of the curse placed on him, that none should have been able to find and release him. Even he didn’t know how she had managed to stumble upon it.

       She believed him, choosing to trust the earnestness in his gaze when he’d apologized for biting her in a fit of starvation, but it was still a lot to take in, and they just sat there like that, blinking at each other, for a good minute or so. He seemed just as curious of her as she was of him, a little disoriented too, but she guessed that was to be expected after being trapped in a wine bottle for a hundred years. Finally, she said, “So what happens now? What are you going to do now that you’re free?” What was she going to do? She couldn’t just walk away from this place like it had never happened, right?

       He hummed, chuckling as he gazed around at the ruin of his home. “Rebuild, I suppose; catch up on what I’ve missed in the past hundred years.”

       MC blinked, biting her lip as she contemplated the impact of what she was about to say. An hour ago, all she had wanted to do was get away from this place, to forget it and never see it again, but now her heart felt strangely heavy at the thought. If she left this place behind now, she would regret it, she could feel it in her bones. Could she be blamed for wanting to live out whatever fairy tale this was, just for a little longer?

       “I…” Those yellow eyes met hers again, and her fate was sealed. “I might be able to help you with that.”

        Thus began her relationship with an immortal vampire, visiting him every day with new technology and books on the modern age for him to catch up with. More than once, he returned to the city with her, eager and capable of exploring for himself. He adjusted surprisingly easily to the new time period and all the technological advances that came with it, but she guessed that was part of being immortal, having to adapt quickly to the change of time. 

       She didn’t know what magic he possessed, but every day the mansion looked a little better, damaged furnishings either replaced or repaired, broken windows whole again, even the hole in the ceiling of the entry was miraculously fixed when she came one day. The lawn and garden still needed a great deal of attention, but those could definitely wait, especially since Le Comte was still weak after his long entrapment.

       “Le Comte?” MC called as she pushed the door open. The mansion welcomed her like an old friend now, warmth and the faint smell of sandalwood wrapping around her as she stepped into the entryway. She’d come to look forward to these daily meetings, noticeably out of it to her friends and colleagues when work or bad weather kept her from making the trip.

       “Here, ma cherie,” she heard him call from somewhere up the staircase. He could’ve been anywhere in this massive place and she still would have heard his call - another magical feature of the mansion and its connection with its owner. 

       It was weird. It had been months since she had found the mansion and Le Comte, but already she could barely remember what her life was like before. Her happiest moments were spent here, with him, her days filled with the smell of chamomile that she’d come to know as Le Comte’s, and easing the tension in her shoulders from the stress of modern life. 

       But it was more than that too, so much more. 

       She wasn’t dense. She knew what it meant for her heart to flutter the way it did at the mere thought of him. Truly, she’d had no intent of pursuing anything more than friendship when she started helping him. What more could there be between a human and a vampire? It had all seemed like a fairy tale, the beautiful mansion and the equally beautiful man in the bottle, waiting for her to find them, but this story would not end in romance, she was sure of it...or at least she had been. 

       She’d tried to reason with herself at first, that it was just the allure of something new and strange and magical in her ordinary life, that it was just the natural attraction of a vampiric predator to his human prey, but when had reason ever convinced a love-struck heart? He wasn’t going to hurt her, she was sure of that, and there were plenty of nice men in her normal life that she could have chosen from if she wanted a change of pace. No, she was in love with Le Comte and there was nothing she could do about it, no forwards or backwards, no place for her love to go, so it bloomed quietly in her chest, growing with each affectionate smile he sent her way. 

       MC found him hanging a painting in the hallway, a landscape she remembered him asking her opinion on last week when they went into town together. It made her cheeks warm a little, remembering his approving nod when she’d told him she liked it. The long, pale yellow coat he’d adopted lay across the back of a nearby chair, and the sleeves of his white button-up were rolled up, exposing pale forearms. It shouldn’t have made her blush, but to her shame it did, the sight of her crush’s bared skin making her feel like some pervert, excited by the least bit of exposed skin.

       “What do you think?” Stepping away from the painting, he dusted his hands off and she did her best to keep her eyes away from the elegant flex of his fingers. 

       “Looks nice,” she answered simply, turning her gaze to the painting and anywhere other than him. She could feel him looking at her, and she wondered what he was thinking, what was going on inside his head. 

       He hummed, pleased. “I bought it with you in mind.”

       “W-Why?” She didn’t know what to say. Lately, it was like each word he said to her was intended to make her heart pound.

       “I thought there should be something of you here.”

       Her cheeks were as good as on fire now, and she resisted the urge to reach up and press her cool palms against the heated skin. “I-I see.” She kept her gaze glued to the painting, staring but not seeing the whorls and colors that made up the bodies of two lovers entwined and hidden within the painting, not daring to look at him. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

       He didn’t respond, and the atmosphere suddenly felt too heavy, too many implications in his gaze, in buying this particular painting. Clearing her throat, she turned on her heel even as she spoke, “I’m going to go finish the cleaning I started in the kitchen yesterday.” MC cursed the way her voice swooped and dove, unwilling to settle on a tone and octave. 

       He chuckled and the sound warmed her to her bones. “Okay.”

       Her legs felt shaky as she made her way back down the steps and to the kitchen, blowing out a long breath as soon as she deemed herself far enough away from him. Mechanically, she pulled out the cutlery she’d been polishing the day before, her mind drifting as she did. Her heart felt shaky in her chest, fluttering and pounding and ready to run back up the stairs and throw itself into the hands of the vampire it belonged to. But she would do her best not to let it. 

       Falling in love with him was one thing. Starting a relationship with him was another. She couldn’t fully fathom what it would mean to be a vampire’s mate, what impact it would have on her human life, but she knew the cost would be immense. Besides, there was no telling if he even returned her feelings. He cared for her as any friend would - she knew that at least - and the affection he displayed was undeniable, but she refused to see it as anything more than platonic. Le Comte had already lived so much longer than her, and probably loved more than her too. Making assumptions would only lead to pain on both their parts.

       MC jumped, a noise of pain and surprise passing her lips, when her fingers slipped on the steak knife she’d been polishing, the sharp edge slicing the skin of her thumb. In seconds, a line of blood rose to the surface, gathering to drip down her skin in small drops. Hissing in pain, she turned to the sink, about to clean the wound, but she jumped when her attention caught on the sudden figure in the doorway. She hadn’t heard Le Comte approach, hadn’t even felt his presence, and how still he stood as he hovered in the doorway was immediately unsettling.

       “I wasn’t paying attention,” she tried to fill the silence, “I cut myself on one of the knives.”

       Still nothing from him, his gaze locked on her bleeding thumb.

       “Le Comte?”

       He seemed to startle out of whatever trance he’d fallen into, a shudder passing through him as he glanced up at her face before looking away entirely. His usual poise and grace was replaced by something hard, something sad. “You should leave,” he murmured, eyes shaded by his golden hair as he turned away from her, his movements stiff. 

       She blinked. “What? Why? I-”

       “Leave.” His voice was harder now, resonating with something that gripped her soul with icy claws. “Now.”

       So she did, helpless to disobey. Holding her bleeding hand, she ducked past him and hurried down the hall, through the door and down the path before her mind started to catch up. It hurt to be pushed away so cruelly by the one she loved, but she knew why he had done it, the memory of his fangs plunging into her neck months ago still a fresh reminder. He’d promised never to hurt her again, but he was still a vampire, surviving on blood. One slip up and...why didn’t the idea of him biting her bring her fear anymore?

       Her steps were small and slow as MC walked to the mansion the next day, tripping and stumbling more than once over roots and rocks she had always avoided easily before. She hadn’t slept well the night before, tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, those golden eyes were there, inviting her closer. She had considered not even coming today, but she’d eventually decided otherwise after spending all day unable to focus and watching the sun near the horizon from her bedroom window. Something restless in her heart wouldn’t let her avoid him.

       “Comte?” she called, too softly, when she opened the door. The newly polished wood and iron gave way easily under her touch. No answer, but she knew he could sense her, just as the mansion could. 

       The mansion at night made her want to curl up in front of a fire, preferably in the arms of her loved one. The candles in their newly restored candleholders cast warm, golden light on the richly colored walls and paintings, and she tried to ignore the burst of heat in her chest as she passed the painting Le Comte had gotten for her. The lovers within the frame became especially apparent in the romantic light, hands and lips on naked flesh. 

       She continued to Le Comte’s bedroom, taking a deep breath as she lifted a fist to knock. Still no answer, and her brow furrowed, but just as she was about to grasp the knob she heard something shatter from inside the room. 

       “Comte?” A pained moan and her heart jumped into her throat. “I’m sorry, but I’m coming in!”

       The glass shards lying across the floor were the least of her worries as she barged in, her attention falling on the man bent on the rug. A sense of deja vu settled over her, but before she’d taken even a few steps towards him one of his hands shot up, stopping her in place.

       “Why’d you come?” he grunted, his voice choked and dry. He didn’t give her any time to answer, continuing, “You shouldn’t be here.”

       “I came because I was worried,” she admitted softly, soothingly. “Comte, are you starving again?”

       “No!” The harsh edge to his tone made her jump, but she held her ground, digging her nails into her palm as she took another couple of steps towards him. He turned on her from his place on the floor, baring long, sharp fangs in a snarl. “Don’t come any closer!” 

       Maybe she should have, but MC felt no fear as she knelt in front of him, warm palm meeting his cool cheek. He stared at her, eyes shining with astonishment and hunger, sadness and longing. “Why didn’t you tell me you were starving?” she questioned, giving him a heartbroken smile. “Why didn’t you ask me for help? Do you not trust me enough for this?”

       Heartbeats passed as he stared at her, and for a second she wondered if he had heard her through his ravenous haze, if he was already too far gone in his bloodlust. Finally, his lips parted and he whispered, “It’s not that.” He closed his eyes, drooping into her touch. “It’s not that.”

       Without a word, she reached up, undoing a couple of buttons on her blouse. His eyes still closed, Le Comte let her guide him to the crook of her neck, but as soon as the warmth of her skin pressed against his cheek, he jolted, tearing out of her hold and dragging himself back along the rug, away from her.

       “You know nothing!” he hissed through clenched teeth. “You have no idea what I want to do to you!”

       “Then tell me!” she pleaded, hands fisting in her skirt. “Let me help you!”

       “I want to bite you!” he cried, anguished that she didn’t understand even as his eyes glinted with a feral light. “I want to sink my fangs into you and fuck you until all of you is mine! Until you’re filled with me!”

       MC stared, frozen at his omission. Maybe she hadn’t known the extent of his hunger for her, what it fully entailed, but she would happily let him have everything he wanted of her depending on his answer to her next question.

       “Is it just because you’re starving?” she asked quietly. “Could anyone satisfy you right now?”

       His gaze locked with hers, weighing the question. He knew exactly what she was asking. “No,” he admitted, his voice hushed, and the tension in the room reached a climax. “Only you. I starve for your blood, your body, and yours alone.”

       “Then I don’t care,” she laughed breathlessly. Her heart felt like it was ready to beat out of her chest, and she couldn’t restrain her relieved smile as she met his wide-eyed expression. “Bite me...fuck me...and I’ll still love you.”

       A heartbeat later, she was lifted off the floor, weightless, and tossed onto the bed. She bounced on the mattress, sinking into the luscious pillows and blankets, before a solid weight settled over her. Grabbing her hands, Le Comte pinned them above her head, hot tongue leaving a wet trail against her neck. His hips settled between her legs, pinning her to the mattress as he teased the sensitive spot on the side of her throat with the tips of his fangs. 

       “Oh…” She writhed under him, skirt slipping up her thighs as she wrapped a leg around his waist. Her body still remembered how it felt to be bitten by him, the overwhelming pleasure, the heat. “Please…!”

       “Abel,” he whispered in her ear, making her still for a moment. “I want you calling me by my real name as I claim you.” His fangs slipped so suddenly into her neck, she barely registered the pain before pleasure claimed her unprepared body, nerve endings set alight with sudden arousal. Her vision blurred and she might’ve screamed, but she didn’t know, too focused on the way his body was pressing into her suddenly oversensitive one as her blood flowed into his mouth. It was more powerful this time, whether made so by the sudden confession between them or his increased need for her, she didn’t know and didn’t care. All she could think of was the mournful emptiness in her core and the rush of release that ruined her panties as he continued to drink from her.

       When MC came to, she was naked, bare to him in the firelight. Her heart was pounding and her inner thighs were wet, slick with her cum. Le Comte...Abel...wasn’t on top of her anymore, his hands on her calves holding her legs apart as he knelt by her feet. She gasped silently, eyes widening, when she realized he was equally bare, every inch of him more gorgeous than she could have ever imagined as the firelight danced across his skin.

       “So beautiful,” he purred, kissing up the inside of her leg from her ankle to her thigh. “You were sent here just for me, weren’t you? Sent to free me, all for me to love.” She couldn’t answer, squeezing her eyes shut and digging her fingers into the sheets as he neared the apex of her thighs. “Mmm, you smell positively delectable, mon amour.”

       She yelped, fingers flying to his hair as his fangs burrowed into the soft skin of her thigh. It was more painful in a spot so vulnerable, but the pleasure after the pain was more intense too, making her writhe in his grip as another wave of release soaked her thighs. She mewled and panted as he took greedy gulps from her, laving his tongue lovingly across the bloodied skin when he’d had his fill. Her body shuddered with the aftershocks of a second orgasm, and she whimpered, too sensitive to his touch. Such rapture shouldn’t have been humanly possible, wasn’t humanly possible.

       “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted,” Abel moaned, eyes half-lidded as he peered up at her from between her legs. His hands ran up and down her legs, bending them at the knees as he crawled closer, hot breath fanning against her wet pussy. He took her in so greedily, so hungrily, she had to resist the urge to close her legs around him, to hide away from the intensity of his gaze. Never had anyone looked at her like that before, starving for her. 

       MC gasped his name breathlessly when his tongue licked a stripe along her slit, and he groaned at the taste of her arousal. “Absolutely soaked,” he purred, licking his lips. “I don’t believe I even need to prepare you for me.” 

       She trembled as he licked her again, yelping and bucking her hips into his face when his mouth wrapped around her clit. His grip on her hips held her still as his tongue delved inside of her, chin shining with her wetness as he slurped and moaned. Though she had never admitted it, this was what she had wanted for so long, her love reciprocated to the utmost. And as much as she wanted him to continue, she was already oversensitive from the intensity of her previous two climaxes. She wouldn’t be able to take much more without it becoming painful soon and she wanted him inside of her, filling and stretching and claiming her.

       “A-Abel,” she managed to say, her vision blurred with pleasured tears. “T-Too much. Too sensitive.”

       That’s what she said, but she still nearly cried when his tongue left her, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut to keep herself from shoving his head back between her legs. His warmth fell over her as he moved on top of her, soft lips kissing the corners of her eyes and trailing over her cheeks. She mewled when his hardened cock brushed her throbbing core, unintentionally teasing her. Even just brushing against her, she could tell he was huge, bigger than any human male could ever be.

       “Are you okay?” he murmured softly, and she nodded.

       Opening her eyes, MC cupped his cheek, leaning up to kiss him with as much love and need as she could muster. “Please,” she whispered against his lips, “Make me yours?”

       Even though she’d already confessed so much to him tonight, Abel still looked at her with such amazement in his eyes, as if he couldn’t believe she was actually real and here with him. Placing his hand over hers, he closed his eyes, smiling into her palm. “I don’t deserve to...but it would be my honor.” He didn’t say anything more, but he didn’t need to; the weight of mutual love and adoration that filled the space between them and his overjoyed smile against her skin said enough.

       Without wasting another moment, he reached between them and gently guided himself into her, hazy, lust-focused golden eyes peering into hers as a shudder wracked their joined forms. Her nails dug into his back, core squeezing around the pulsing length burrowing inside of her.

       “Relax, mon amour,” he whispered, nuzzling the soft spot below her ear. Taking a few deep, shuddering breaths, she tried to relax the clenching in her lower stomach, gradually adjusting to the stretch. 

       “Please,” she whined, planting kisses across his chin and jaw. “Move.”

       The world she knew fell away, nonexistent. All there was was him and her and this place, wrapped up with velvet and warm firelight as her vampire made love to her.

       His thrusts into her were slow and forceful, the pleasure it brought rolling over her in spine-tingling waves. Her back arched, head thrown back to expose her neck to his hungry lips, as he held her against him. 

       “Perfect,” he moaned against her skin, his breath raising goosebumps on her flesh. “Absolutely perfect.”

       Her toes curled as he lifted her hips, changing the angle and hitting spots deep inside of her that made her see stars. Her arms laced around him, vice-like as she held onto him desperately. Each powerful stroke into her teased the edge of her climax, igniting her nerves, and the feeling of his mouth closing around the nipple of one bouncing breast made her scream.

       She writhed, helplessly grinding her hips to meet his thrusts as he sucked the hardened bud, teasing it with his fangs. His other hand pinched and rolled its twin, his thrusts turning harder as he fucked her into the mattress. He let go of her breast with a wet pop, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake as he moved up her chest, nipping at her collarbone for good measure.

       “Does it feel good?” he purred in her ear, honeyed voice dripping with sin. “Do you like the way it feels, my fangs in your throat and my cock in your cunt?”

       “Yes!” she cried, desperate. She wanted so badly to cum again, to reach her climax for the third time tonight. It was already so, so close. “Please - anhg! - Don’t stop!”

       He chuckled, warm breath fanning against her skin. “I don’t intend to.” His cock slammed into the sensitive spot inside of her, his hand reaching between her legs to find her clit. “Not until your body knows me and me alone.”

       She could feel the coil deep in her stomach starting to tighten, signaling her impending climax. “Haa...A-Abel! I’m - I’m close! Ah...more! Feels...ha...so good! I need more!”

       Something changed in him at her words, whatever control he had recovered after drinking her blood vanishing. Grunting, he grabbed the backs of her knees and pushed them against her chest. “Cum around my cock,” he coaxed, face alight with feral desire. The expression was unfamiliar on his gentlemanly face, but it still shot a pulse of heat straight to her core, making her squeeze around him. “Make me cum inside of you.”

       MC screamed, coating him in her release as he rammed into her, the new position sending her over the edge and into her climax. She sobbed, fluttering around his piercing cock as the blunt head pummeled her cervix, the slight pain making her orgasm all the more ravaging. 

       He groaned, thrusts turning sloppy as her core milked him, and with another few deep thrusts inside of her, he came, growling into her neck as he pulsed. She trembled at the feeling of his cum filling her, hot and thick and pooling somewhere deep inside of her as her eyes closed and her body turned weightless.

       She didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until her eyes fluttered open, finding herself tucked under the covers and cuddled against a warm, bare chest. 

       “You’re awake,” Le Comte’s voice rumbled against her cheek, and she tilted her head to peer up at him as his fingers carded soothingly through her hair. “Are you okay?”

       “Yeah.” She blushed, noting the soreness and lingering warmth between her thighs. “It was just...intense.” The corner of his lips twitched in the beginnings of a smirk, and she kept talking before he could tease her. “Do you not sleep?” she said softly, reaching to tuck her arms around him in turn. 

       “I do,” he chuckled with a raised brow, relaxing into her embrace. 

       “Then why don’t you?”

       “...I’m almost afraid to sleep,” he admitted wryly. “Maybe this...meeting you...has all been a dream and I’m still stuck in that bottle.”

       Her grip on him tightened, snuggling him closer. She hadn’t known he’d felt this way, scarred by his time trapped and alone, but of course he would. He felt and processed experiences just as she did. Leaning up, she kissed him softly, feeling his arms pull her closer. “I’m real,” she murmured, holding his gaze, those brilliant golden eyes she had originally fallen so deeply in love with. “This is real, and I love you. I still don’t know how I was able to find this place, but I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

       “What did I do for God to send you to me?” His breathing stuttered and he said on a shaky exhale, “I’ve done things, things that pervert the rules of nature, things that I never want to tell you. How can I possibly deserve you?”

       “Hmm, do you love me?” She smiled, her heart feeling full enough to burst from her chest.

       “Madly,” he answered, without missing a beat.

       “Then we’ll work our way up from there. Just know that I can’t remember ever being happier than I have been here with you these past months.” Leaning up for a last kiss, she felt him smile against her lips. “We’ll figure it out, okay?”

       There was still much to discuss, a whole dynamic to work out between them, but it could wait until morning. For now, they could sleep in each other’s arms, blissfully in love and ready to face the challenges that would come with each tomorrow.

       They had all the time in the world, after all.

[kaeyas-beloved]

And As Time Ticks, Stay In My Arms {Comte x MC/Reader}

Summary: While the end is inevitable, neither of them want to think about it. Not now they beg.

Prompt -> Credit: @writing-reading-bitch-queen

Warning(s): Ehhh, angst/fluff - the bittersweet kind though.

Note: I think this is one of those pieces of writing that make sense but at the same time don’t. Y’know, like the okay but why? kind - or maybe it’s just because this is my own writing that I think this? Make sense?

Yes, no, either way, enjoy the upsetting reality that comes with any relationship Comte enters!

The consecutive tapping of rain pelting on glass was rather melodic, as well as hypnotic, it’s siren sound enough to have her lost in seconds to the sea of thought. Everything from the sight to the smell of rain soothed her mind and body, prompting this type of weather to be her favourite above all else. It was always there to ease the inner turmoil that comes and goes with being mortal, and it’s usually enough for her to perish the intrusive thoughts that come with the path she’s taken.

Tonight though, it wasn’t, if anything the rain made it all the more melancholy. In the years to come, what would become of her and her lover?

“Chère?” a smooth voice called out to her, faint remnant of sleep laced within. Eyes flicking over her shoulder, she watches as the greater vampire sheds the covers and stands, yellow silk nightshirt somehow staying perfectly unwrinkled. Just like him. 

Placing his large, warm palms on her waist Le Comte gently tugged her back flushed to his chest, eyes of pure gold joining in on gazing at the Spring shower.

Nothing was said, he knew that his wife would say something when she was ready. Even if she didn’t, that was okay, he’d continue to comfort her in ways that he knew how to. 

“Do you...” she finally spoke, voice just below a whisper, “do you think you’ll still love me even if I’m old and wrinkly?” 

“My love, I...” For once Comte didn’t know what to say, eyebrows furrowing with a frown forming on his face. The topic was a delicate one, something he didn’t like to dwell on too often. The mere idea of some day arriving where he’d have to say goodbye, a time where she’d no longer be by his side, loving him as he loves her wholeheartedly, was just far too painful. 

“Please... tell me Comte...” she pleaded, turning to bury her face in the crook of his neck. He smelled homey, like freshly baked bread with a hint of something sweet - but that might just be because he consumes baguettes as much as he does blood.   

When many moments of silence passed with nothing but the rain continuing to pour, Comte finally landed on an answer. 

“Of course. Until the end.” 

He knew that these were his true feelings, that no matter how many full moons pass by, his heart will always stay beating for the woman that’s tucked safely in his arms. Even when she isn’t anymore.

As of right now they’ll each hold the other, hearts crushed by the truth that is their reality, yet knowing full well that when tomorrow comes, this feeling will be gone, they’d go on and have more happy moments. 

Perhaps one day he’ll ask her to give up her mortality, just so they can have a little more time together. For now, just for right now though, they’ll take in each other’s warmth, commit it to memory, and vow to never let the other go until it’s time itself being the one to do so.

[ikemenlibrary]

ikemen vampire gift exchange masterlist

I just wanted to thank all the participants in my event for helping me bring this idea to life. I had an absolute blast getting to know each and every one of you and I’m so happy with how the event turned out! 

(p.s. I think I've gotten everything on here, but please let me know if anything has been forgotten)

Immortelle | Comte de Saint Germain x F!Reader - by @readerinsertfanfiction for @ikemenlibrary​

In Another Life | Napoleon Bonaparte x Arthur Wellesley (Duke Wellington)  - by @readerinsertfanfiction for @batteryrose

Quiet Bliss | Leonardo x Sunny (OC) - by @batteryrose for @saeyoungs-sunflower

You Only Have To Ask | Leonardo x MC - by @saeyoungs-sunflower for @aquagirl1978

Dear Diary | Comte de St. German x Reader x Vlad - by @aquagirl1978 for @tiny-wooden-robot​​

A Vampire’s Love | Le Comte de Saint Germain x Female Reader - by @tiny-wooden-robot for @ikemenlibrary

Entre Espoire et Peur | Theodorus van Gogh x Female Reader - by @tiny-wooden-robot for @ikehoe

My Promise To You | Arthur x MC - by @ikehoe for @toloveawarlord

As Deep as the Ocean | Mozart x reader - by @toloveawarlord​ for @efie-oshita​

Ta Chérie | Ikemen Vampire MC x Comte - by @efie-oshita​ for @ikemenlibrary​

And Like a Flower, This Love Blossoms | Vlad x Anya (OC) - by @ikemenlibrary for @readerinsertfanfiction​

Escape | Comte x MC - by @nad-zeta for @ikemenlibrary

First Impressions | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

Misunderstandings | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

Verlangen | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing | Theo/Female MC - by @dear-mrs-otome​ for @princessranran​

Double Trouble | Comte x Leonardo x MC - by @princessranran​ for @kazesuke​

Comte/MC mutual pining Leonardo fan fiction | by @kazesuke for @chaosangel767

One More Month | MC x Comte - by @chaosangel767​ for @crystal13unny​

Charles-Henri NSFW Fanfiction - by @crystal13unny​ for @daegupaksu​

Jean art - by @daegupaksu for @weird-profiterole

Chibi Jean x MC art - by @weird-profiterole for @atelier-maroron

William Shakespapa: Family Man (Part 1) | Shakespeare x Reader - by @atelier-maroron​ for @ikesimp100​

William Shakespeare x Ihana art - by @ikesimp100 for @devildomwritersposts

Stardust & Starlight | Shakespeare x MC/Reader - by @nad-zeta​ and @readerinsertfanfiction​ for @littlewitty​

Orpheus and Eurydice | Arthur x MC - by @littlewitty for @aminiatureworld

Harmony | Mozart x MC - by @aminiatureworld​ for @bluejay-writes​

Writer’s Block | Shakespeare x Vincent - by @bluejay-writes​ for @ikeromantic​

Arpeggio | Mozart x Penélope (OC) - by @ikeromantic​ for @ifeelredandblue​

Vincent, Arthur, and Theo art - by @ifeelredandblue​ for @tacogawa​

Arthur x MC art - by @tacogawa​ for @rubird--playsotome​

Napoleon x MC art - by @rubird--playsotome for @iphigeniainaulis

How do I love you? | Napoleon x F!MC - by @iphigeniainaulis​ for @xxsycamore​

Dirty Dance For Three | Arthur x Isaac x MC - by @xxsycamore​ for @scummy-writes​

University AU | Theo x Zeta (OC) - by @scummy-writes for @nad-zeta

Something More Beautiful Than Words | Arthur x Mary Ellen (Reader) - by @ikemenlibrary for @rhodolitesroseforclavis

[ikeromantic]

Ikemen Vampire One-Offs and Asks

These are random asks, one-time vignettes, and short stories not included in series or celebrations.

Le Comte de Saint-Germaine

Hide and Seek - playful fluff and light spice

Importance - angst/comfort and confessions of love

Sub-Space - nsfw BDSM and aftercare

Leonardo da Vinci

Inconsiderate Lover - Leo comforts his insecure cara

Tease - an nsfw version of the sfw route chapter

Vampire Lover - nsfw ask for AU past lover returns

First Fight Fic

Leonardo and catgirl MC - fluffy and funny

Leo x Inexperienced MC - fluff and spice

Napoleon Bonaparte

More Than Words and Kisses - hurt/comfort with depressed MC

Search and Rescue - Napoleon must rescue his stubborn nunuche

Theo Van Gogh

Theo and MC's first fight

Sing - Theo and an MC who is embarrassed to sing in public

Arthur Conan Doyle

The Old Switcheroo

Unrequited Love - angst fic with MC x Leo

A Baby Between Them - angst/fluff with MCxTheo and it's Arthur's baby

Arthur's Confession - sequel to A Baby Between Them, angst

A Little Spice - MC x Arthur where Arthur gets jealous of Theo

Isaac Newton

Isaac and MC's fight and makeup

Isaac Wants - a fic of yearning and fulfillment

Wanting - Isaac, Theo, and OC Kathryn thrupple. NSFW

Sebastian

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

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Arpeggio - Mozart gets a spanking, features an OC, spicy

Connection - a Thirteen Reasons Why inspired Mozart, angst

Johann Georg Faust

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

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, Napoleon, and Charles 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

[alby-rei]

Masterlist

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Some links for quick navigation to my posts! 

Legend: ✨ New, 💕 Faves, 🔜 Coming soon

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IkeVamp Short Story Collections

Comte’s Ghost Mansion (Ghostbuster!Reader)

Part 1 [ft. Sebastian]

Part 2 [ft. Mozart]

Part 3 [ft. Dazai]

Part 4 [ft. Arthur]

✨ Part 5 [ft. Vincent & Theo]

🔜 Part 6 [ft. Comte]

Pranking the Mansion Residents

Piano Heist [Targets: Mozart, Arthur]

Sorry, Not Sorry [Target: Theo]

What Goes Up, Must Come Down [Target: Dazai]

Non-romantic Short Stories

IkeVamp Bloopers and Outtakes [Multi-suitor]

IkeVamp plays Mafia (part 1)  [Multi-suitor]

💕 IkeVamp plays Mafia (part 2)  [Multi-suitor]

Finding Vincent™ [Vincent, Theo, Shakespeare, Comte]

Class is in Session [Isaac, Napoleon]

Stranger Dreams [Isaac, Napoleon]

Ikemen Vampire x Reader/MC

~Leonardo da Vinci 🐈

Sharing is Caring and that includes Naps

Keep your Eyes on Me

💕 Hugs and Guessing Games

Protect You

My Snowman and Me

In Your Loving Embrace (I almost died)

Cat Naps

The Scent of Home

💕 Whatever It Takes

On Cloud Nine

~Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 🎶

Late Night Lullaby 

A Quarter Rest

~Arthur Conan Doyle 📘

Midnight Snacks 

💕 Arthur’s Pillow 

Blind dating game 

~Vincent van Gogh 🌻

Paint My World in Shades of You 

💕 Painting on Buttercream Cake 

The Wandering Painter 

~Theodorus van Gogh 💼

A Spoonful of Sugar 

A Moment of Peace 

~Isaac Newton 🌌

Defender of Your Dreams 

✨The Shy & Clumsy Physicist

~Osamu Dazai 💜

Hold on Tight (unless you want to fall) 

~William Shakespeare 🎭

💕 Intermission

~Le Comte de Saint-Germain 🥖

💕 Moonlight Waltz

Getting Ready Together

~Sebastian/Akihiko Satou 🤍

Growing Pains

✨Growing Pains: Hand-washing clothes

~Vlad 🌹

Dessert for Two 

Tears of Themis x Reader/MC 

When You Wish Upon a Lucky Star

Warmth in Your Hands, Warmth in My Heart

Memes

Who’s beefy, dumb, AND kind in IkeVamp?    

Jean’s New Groove 

Ikevamp reacting to the Lion King 

Puns ft. Dazai, Mozart, Comte, and Jean 

Breaking spaghetti breaks Leonardo’s heart 

Doodles & Gifts for friends

Portrait of the English Bois [Arthur and Isaac]

Portrait of the Big Bambino [Leonardo]

Portrait of Sir Naps-a-lot [Napoleon]

Pikachu Gasp™ [Vlad] 

Isaac and James Newton [for Shookspearewrites’ story]

Chibi Vlad + Strawberries [Vlad; Bday gift]

Kiss the Cook [Masamune; Ikesen]

Do it for Them [Naruto; Secret Santa]

Nobunaga & Mitsuhide as Tokaido travelers [Ikesen; Bday gift]

Darius Morgan SR [Tears of Themis; Bday gift]

Tobirama & Kakashi [Naruto; Bday gift]

Chibi Inumaki [JJK; Bday gift] 

[ikevampeventarchive]

[Masterlist] Comte Route Info Page

Main Route Release Confirmed!

Noble x Hedonist Comte de Saint-Germain (VA: Kazuma Horie)

The Master of the Mansion who gently accepts everyone, le Comte de Saint-Germain. What’s hidden behind his smiling face is the true reason why he has revived all the Great Men. Across all the years and the span of true eternity, the pain he carries in his heart is —

“In the midst of eternity, I found you. If this cannot be called fate... how else should I label this...?” 

Upon meeting you, everything about me has changed.....

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Voice 1: A romance with me — have you prepared yourself?

Voice 2: Meeting you at the Louvre that day.... Undoubtedly, it must’ve been fate. A fated meeting with you — I am truly thankful for it. 

Voice 3: In the midst of eternity, I found you. If this cannot be called fate... how else should I label this...?

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STORY

—— …. Everything started on that day. The moment I met you, fate was put into motion.

One month after night of the crescent moon, upon which I had stumbled into 19th century Paris.

An unforeseen situation struck me, who was supposed to return to my original world.

Comte: The time-space passage, it’s warping….

Comte: MC, I’ll surely figure out something about the door.

Comte: I’ll take responsibility —— I’ll protect you.

Route Preview

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PV Translation Post

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Comte Route Release Celebration Special Plan

The Mystery of le Comte ～ 3 Keywords ～

Short stories about 3 keywords to uncover more of the mysterious le Comte. 

Arthur & Sebastian- “Door”: 12/13 (4:00 PM JST) Update

Arthur & Sebastian Interview Translation

Shakespeare, Faust, Charles - “Old Friend”: 12/16 (4:00 PM JST) Update

Shakespeare, Faust, Charles Interview Translation

Napoleon & Leonardo - “Eternity”: 12/20 (4:00 PM JST) Update

Napoleon & Leonardo Interview Translation

＊[The Mystery of le Comte ～ 3 Keywords ～] will not be saved into Collection.

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Campaign

Various campaigns will held in celebration of Comte Main Route Release!

Gacha 3x Rate Up:

Duration: 12/13 (Fri) 4:00 PM (JST) - 1/1 (Wed) 4:00 PM (JST)

Gacha Info Post

Release Celebration Set Sale:

Duration: 12/26 (Thu) 4:00 PM (JST) - 1/30 (Day) 4:00 PM (JST)

Set Sale Info Post

Main Route Support Campaign:

Duration: 12/26 (Thu) 4:00 PM (JST) - 1/30 (Day) 4:00 PM (JST)

Info Post

[ike-sol]

Red Wine - Scarlet Moonlit Night - Saint Germain x MC

Was anyone else lowkey disappointed with the Scarlet Moonlit Night event we had in IkeVamp a while back? The ideas were cool but imo it was poorly executed. I really liked that they took a more horror-y spin on it though! I dunno about you guys, but I wish we had more classic horror in this vampire dating game. Anyway, I took my favourite story (Comte's!) and did a rewrite to add more background + suspense, please enjoy and be mindful of the content warnings!

And go ahead and listen to "Transylvanian Lullaby" by Erutan while you read to give it that great ambiance!

Pairing: Le Comte x Reader (lowkey) Genre: horror, slight romance. But this really isn't supposed to be a romantic story. Also, AU without all the minor vampires, just Comte. Content warnings: implied non-consensual biting, implied stalking/kidnapping, gaslighting, implied vampiric mind control, non-consensual blood consumption Reader pronouns: she/her Word count: 2,202

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Y/N woke up in an unfamiliar bed, light-headed and groggy and incredibly thirsty. A surge of panic - but as she sat up and realised she was still dressed in her gown, a little disheveled perhaps, but with nothing out of place, she relaxed.

Still, how had she gotten here? The room, extravagant as it was, was completely foreign, and a strange sense of unease began to eat at the periphery of her soul.

It was the middle of the night, it seemed. She’d been asleep. The curtains were drawn, though a sliver of moonlight sneaked through a little opening. A fraction of the room awash in an eerie silver glow, and the rest - consumed by darkness.

Y/N stood, but the moment she got to her feet, her head spun and spots of black appeared before her eyes, a darkness completely unlike the natural one of the night. One, two, three, she counted in her mind as she tried to steady herself, leaning against the bedpost for support, and the illness slowly disappeared and she could breathe once again.

Had a fainting spell brought her here in the first place? One stronger than this one?

But she was fine now, even if a little groggy and light-headed. Her neck itched, for some reason, and she reached up to absentmindedly scratch the little bug bites at her pulse.

Y/N was a little surprised, and wholly relieved to find the door wasn’t locked, and opened with ease. She stepped out into the grand hallway, dark and quiet. There were no candles burning, and with the windows facing away from the moon, there was absolutely nothing to light her way. Still, her eyes were well accustomed to the dark at this point.

In the quiet of the manor, she was certain she could leave and find her way back home.

The mansion seemed to go on forever, turns and corners in every hallway, and dozens of doors lining each wall that surely must lead somewhere. Whatever this place, who could possibly have use for so many rooms?

When she turned the next corner, she saw a lone figure at the end of the hallway, and she froze. Friend or captor? Did she dare go up to him for help? The soft sound of his footsteps as he came her way kept her rooted in place - a figure of gold in the otherwise silver darkness.

His eyes widened with surprise, but then he smiled warmly at her. “Are you alright, ma chérie?”

There was something about his eyes that made it hard for her to tear her gaze away. A golden pool of honey, sticky and sweet. A smile so gentle, so warm and endearing, that it melted the fear that froze her to the ground. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. And as she sighed in relief, the tension left her body, and suddenly the horror and confusion she’d felt seemed like nothing more than a distant dream.

“Um, I woke up in a bedroom, I’m not sure how I got here… I’m looking for a way out.”

“I see. Then, you don’t remember what happened?”

“Um…”

She closed her eyes, trying desperately to remember the events that brought her here, but try as she may, nothing came back. Yesterday… hadn’t it been a normal day? She’d run some errands in the morning, and ate lunch with her family… and then what?

“Don’t fret. Lapses in memory occasionally accompany fainting spells. Why don’t we get something to drink, and I’ll fill you in.”

She licked her lips - her throat was dry, painfully so, and a drink would surely ease the ever growing discomfort. Now that he’d mentioned it, the urge grew ever stronger, and she could hardly think of anything else.

“That sounds good.” Y/N agreed.

There was something about him that made her trust him, and when he, a perfect gentleman, offered her his arm, she took it with no hesitation and followed him down the array of halls.

“It’s dark,” he explained, “So please be careful, Y/N. You might still be feeling a little unwell after yesterday…”

“Oh, thank you.”

As he led her through the manor, he spoke in voice made of the night itself, calm and gentle. “I am le Comte de Saint-Germain, the master of this manor. I held a ball last night, and you were in attendance. Do you remember?”

“I’m sorry…” She shook her head, abashed. How had she forgotten that? To be invited to a ball, much less one at as an impressive manor as this! It must have been grand, and more importantly, a once in a lifetime opportunity for someone as common as Y/N. Whereas balls were an everyday occurence for the aristocrats, she’d never attended one before. And now she feared she might never experience it again...

“It’s alright. You felt unwell quite early into the night, and fainted after one of the dances. So I brought you up to a bedroom in which you could rest.”

“I… I see. Thank you.”

That was simple enough, an explanation with which Y/N was happy. There was an itch somewhere deep inside of her, a whisper that she’d never met this man before, that she’d never told him her name, but le Comte’s sense of calm quieted down those thoughts. It was just a memory lapse. Besides, she trusted him, and she trusted his word.

Finally, he brought her down to the dining room, illuminated by candlelight. “Take a seat. I’ll bring you something to drink from the kitchen, but you needn’t tire yourself further.”

She nodded and sat down at one end of the table, watching the man until he disappeared through another door out of sight. She was alone once again. Selfishly, she prayed he’d return soon, with something - anything - to quench the awful thirst.

Idly, Y/N looked around. The dining hall was large, certainly fit for grand parties and beautiful guests. Already she could imagine women in extravagant gowns of all colors, their skirts billowing as they danced with handsome men in suits. Chatter, laughter, appetizers… She could imagine it all, save for herself in that scene. At least, the dining hall brought back no memories of yesterday.

The room, and every other part of the manor she’d seen, was spotless to the point of perfection. The servants must have cleaned the house immediately after the ball, because there was no sign of a party having taken place here at all.

Several portraits hung on the wall, each depicting a gorgeous individual. Intrigued, Y/N stood and came over to them to take a closer look. A beautiful woman in an extravagant hat, a man smoking a cigar with a lazy smile… Oh! There was one of le Comte, too!

“Lovely, aren’t they?”

His silken voice took her by surprise, but she smiled and turned back at him, only a little sheepishly, feeling almost as though she were a child caught snooping.

“It’s really captured your likeness. It’s a very handsome portrait.”

“You flatter me.” He smiled, and handed her one of the wine glasses he was holding. “Here, drink. You’ll feel stronger.”

“Thank you.” She took the glass from him gratefully, admiring the deep red of the wine. Like rubies. Darker.

Their fingers brushed against each other when she received the glass, and she noted, for the first time, just how cold she felt. His fingers were even colder. The only warmth in the room, it seemed, came from the candlelight, dancing like figures to an unheard waltz. Still, it did not reach her bones, and Y/N shivered.

She drank from the glass and all but sighed at its taste. It coated her tongue and soothed her parched throat and filled her with a warmth she could not name. But there it finally was - warmth. Never before had she tasted a wine so delicious. Perhaps it was just a placebo, but already her mind began to clear and her head stopped throbbing. She felt stronger. More awake.

She realised that, in her thirst, she’d drank most of her wine already while le Comte was still politely sipping at his. A little embarrassed, she turned her interest back to the portraits, not wishing for him to see the blush growing on her cheeks. She needed her strength, she told herself, and surely le Comte did not mind.

“Are these your family?”

They were beautiful, really. Each face handsomely sculpted, with pale skin and gleaming eyes. Jewellery and expensive attire. The background dark, but seemingly illuminated by the same glow of candlelight in which they now stood. Flickering, almost.

“Friends.” He explained. “I haven’t seen them in a long time, though. Admittedly, it’s been terribly lonely, living in this huge manor all on my own...”

She looked at the paintings over once again, admiring le Comte’s gentle smile in the portrait, so like the one she’d grown to admire in person. The whisper of a wave in his hair, his golden eyes…

And the date. The date written so neatly in the bottom right corner of the painting. One number that made her blood run cold.

August 19, 1712

Dated over a century back. She swallowed. Her mouth felt dry. Shakily, she raised her glass to ease the feeling of cotton in her throat, and noticed, for the first time, its consistency. Like honey. Or not quite. It coated the walls of the glass and oozed down slowly, almost unaffected by gravity. More black than red, really. And far, far too thick to be wine.

She raised her hand to her neck, to the subtle itch at her pulse.

“So, you’ve realised.”

It was not a question.

Y/N couldn’t tear her gaze away from the glass. It was still a quarter full, and the aching thirst deep within her was not yet sated. But now, it was accompanied by a bubbling disgust that burned in her stomach and scorched her throat.

How… how could she have swallowed it? Drank so much of it, too? She was human! What disgust! She wanted to recoil, to scream, to throw the glass at the wall and cut whatever threaded her to it. To go back. To erase the mistake.

The glass dropped from her hands and shattered at her feet. A red stain amongst the glittering shards. Defiance.

And yet - Y/N mourned. What a waste! Her throat cursed her, begged her to get down on all fours and lick it clean off the floor. Not let a single drop go to waste, or she would starve.

But she was frozen in place.  Le Comte raised a hand to her cheek, and gently turned her head towards him.

“That’s alright. Be careful not to step on the glass- I’ll have it cleaned up later. Here.” A hand on her waist, he guided her gently, one, two, three steps away from the broken glass.

He was still wearing that smile of his, gentle and, even if tainted with a drop of sadness, not at all apologetic. His honey-like eyes drew her in. Sweet. Dangerous. He was a spider, and she was stuck too tightly to his web. She could not move. She could not scream. She could do nothing but watch as he drew closer, until his lips brushed against her ear and he spoke in voice as sweet as his eyes.

“Don’t be afraid, I’ll take care of you. We’re the same, now. I’ve been so lonely, but now you’re here.”

His lips pressed gently against her neck, a kiss at the same place where he’d bitten her mere hours ago. An apology, perhaps. Or a promise of what was to come. 

A plea: don’t be afraid of me.

He pulled away and smiled at her. Raised his glass to his lips in an elegant sip. The blood coated the curve of his lips and the sudden shock of red somehow… matched. It smudged at the corner of his mouth, and he raised a finger to wipe it off and licked it clean.

His glass was still half full. He brought it up to Y/N’s lips and held it there.

“Drink,” he whispered. “You’ll feel better.”

She could not find it in her to refuse. Her lips parted as if on their own, though she tried to fight it. The disgust shrank and then faded and then disappeared entirely the more she drank. If she didn’t think too hard… she could pretend it really was wine.

He took the glass from her when the last drop was gone, and set it aside on the table. He cupped her cheek once more, and as she looked into his golden eyes, the fear she felt faded away like the morning fog. And she placed her hand atop of his, still at her cheek, and leaned into his touch.

Her mind was finally quiet. The hunger and thirst gone, and with it - her fear. She sighed out and relaxed into his touch, finding a strange sense of acceptance with the count. It was not just calm, but - euphoric, even.

She was sated.

For now.

[emeraldtawny]

[500 Ficathon] Comte x MC: Gratitude

Anon’s request: Canon AU with the prompt “Any hair touching at all.”

It was work as usual just like any other day. Though on this such occasion, an ever-present force seems content to toy with you, to leave you less than focused as you go about what is almost second nature to you at this point. Yet, despite that--

“Here, ___. Allow me.”

“Oh, that’s alright. I can--”

Dexterous fingers remove the tray in your hands with natural inhuman grace, the sight something to behold and be awed by. If any man - or vampire - could encompass everything exquisite and refined in such an oddly austere, dominant way, it was he who stands before you, the sleeves of his overcoat fluttering behind him with each footstep. You catch up to him and match him in stride, aware of his eyes on you like how a proud father would appraise his daughter.

“M-merci, Comte…”

His warm smile widens, the laugh that escapes him masquerading as an exhale, “Not at all. It’s the least I can do for the help you have provided to myself and all of my residents here.”

It’s your turn to smile in an attempt to fight back the pride you feel at his words, “Don’t forget that I work here as a way to repay you for letting me stay here. It wouldn’t feel right taking advantage of your hospitality without earning my way.”

“I’m well used to my hospitality being utilised, ___. You’ve seen the men I let live here.”

You let a laugh slip out despite yourself, a similar grin lighting up Le Comte’s face at your reaction. He pushes the door open to the kitchen and holds it ajar for you to follow, the tray still perfectly balanced on his hand with not a single glass bottle out of place or compromised.

“But I must say, my stroke of luck with humans has been incredible. Between you and Sebastian, I never would have imagined such hard-working, diligent people still exist in your time.”

You can feel the heat his kind-hearted words alight beneath your skin, your face taking on a fair flush. As Comte sets the tray on the kitchen bench and turns back to face you, you turn your own face away, unwilling to acknowledge your embarrassment from his simple compliment. You don’t notice the way his eyes of Midas gold soften at your humble beauty; what you do notice, however, is the softened tone of his voice, his words flowing like an unobstructed stream.

“I’m starting to see that my gratitude for you has been minimal at best. I must remedy that at once.”

“Please, Le Comte. You flatter me too much. What you’ve given me is more than enough.”

A pause. Silence.

You see your hair move before you feel the smooth glide of his long, elegant finger pulling a lock up towards him, his thumb pressed atop the strands to stop them from escaping his hold. Hesitantly, you cast your eyes up to his, your lashes fluttering in uncontrollable shyness at such a forward, insinuating gesture.

“Perhaps a hair clip would be satisfactory…” 

His hand moves, your hair destined to follow as he tenderly tucks the lock behind your ear. He doesn’t stop there, the fingertip of his forefinger caressing the back of your shell and down, the hard edge of his fingernail trailing fires against your already burning skin. He stops as he reaches your lobe, his thumb pressing against its front to brush over the simple pearl earring adorning your ear.

“Or a new pair of earrings. Hmm, yes. That would do nicely.”

Finally, he lets his hand fall away, but not before using the back of his hand to push back your hair to fall behind your shoulder, loose strands desperate to cling to his knuckles as he pulls away in their unwillingness to part; all while you yourself shake that very same thought loose from your mind.

(Le Comte de Saint Germaine, the things you do to me…)

[mythiica]

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★ = Ikemen Vampire Angst Color Collection

Most of my fics at in the second person (you/your) and (Y/n) as the subject. Lately, I’ve been testing out some different point of views, and they have been marked with a ✿ to make it easier to tell the difference. 

Ikemen Sengoku

SFW

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Midnight Confession ♧ ❤

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Morning in Vienna

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - The Ashes of Us ♧ ❤

Thunderstorm Headcanons {Nobunaga} ✰

Reader x Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Affection ✰

Reader x Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Wash Your Worries Away

Reader x Masamune Date - Caring For Your Sick Person

Reader x Ieyasu Tokugawa - How to Properly Brew Shincha Tea ✰

Reader x Ieyasu Tokugawa - Eccedentesiast

Reader x Mitsuhide Akechi - Rendezvous in the Rain ❤

Reader x Mitsuhide Akechi - Trust the Kitsune ✰

Reader x Mitsuhide Akechi - A Kitsune’s Confession ✰

Reader x Mitsunari Ishida - Oblivious

Reader x Shingen Takeda - By Your Side ♡ ❤

Reader x Shingen Takeda - Congratulations

Reader x Shingen Takeda - Heaven’s Confetti

Shingen Takeda {Ikemen Sengoku} Headcanons ♧

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi - Salty Onigiri

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi - Persuading You

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Stolen Kiss

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Settling Down ✰

Reader x Kennyo - Little Bird

Mai x Kennyo - Perhaps ✿

A Note from Kennyo - Accidental Kiss ☾ ❤

Modern AU! Slow Burn - {Ieyasu Tokugawa}, {Mitsuhide Akechi}, {Shingen Takeda} ✰

Reactions to a sick MC - {Masamune Date}, {Nobunaga Oda}, {Kenshin Usegui}, {Shingen Takeda} ✰

Mini Fics Early Morning Fluffs {Mitsuhide}, {Kenshin} ✰

Mini Scenarios - The Warlords Seeing Their Children for the First Time ❤

Mini Scenarios - The Warlords Reacting to Minor Injuries

Mini Scenarios - The Warlords + Being Fed

NSFW

Nobunaga Oda {Ikemen Sengoku} Headcanons

Reader x Fem!Nobunaga Oda - Lady Nobunaga

Reader x Masamune Date - Hot Springs Fun

Reader x Ieyasu Tokugawa - “Stay here for the night. Don’t go back to your room.”  ✰

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi - Pickled Plums

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi -  Divine Punishment

Reader x Shingen Takeda - Reverse Roles ❤

NSFW Alphabet Headcanons {Shingen Takeda} ✰

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Hold On ♧

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - “ll take it you were happy to see me then?” ✰

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Rendezvous on the Roof ✰

Reader x Kennyo - Distractions ♧

NSFW Headcanons {Kennyo} ✰

Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader x Mitsunari Ishida - Celebrating Victory

Hideyoshi Toyotomi x Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Reward

IkeSen Scenarios - Dom!Fem {NSFW} (all warlords) ❤

IkeSen Scenarios - Warlords + Food {NSFW} (all warlords) ❤

Dom!Fem Headcanons - {Nobunaga Oda} {Mitsuhide Akechi} ✰

NSFW Alphabet Headcanons {Nobunaga}, {Ieyasu} ✰

Drunk MC + Suggestive Mini Fics - {Nobunaga} {Mitsuhide} ✰

Drunk MC + Suggestive Mini Fics - {Ieyasu} {Mitsuhide}, {Sasuke} ✰

Shingen Takeda x Nobunaga Oda - Taming the Devil King

Shingen Takeda x Nobunaga Oda - A Game of Go

Crack (usually edits)

Noburella Part 1/4 ❤

Noburella Part 2/4

Ikemen Revolution

SFW

Reader x Ray Blackwell - Serendipity

Reader x Sirius Oswald – Forget-Me-Nots ❤

Reader x Sirius Oswald - Gentle Smiles and Lullabies ♧

Reader x Seth Hyde - Macarons, Not to be Confused with Macaroons ♡

Reader x Luka Clemence - New Traditions

Reader x Lancelot Kingsley - You Mean the World to Me ❤

Reader x Jonah Clemence – Peek-A-Boo ♧

Reader x Jonah Clemence - Morning Cuddles ✰

Reader x Edgar Bright - Intimacy ✰

Reader x Edgar Bright - No 🌼

Reader x Kyle Ash - Rum What? ♡

Reader x Zero - Midnight Therapy

Reader x Harr Silver - Springtime Skinny Dipping

Reader x Harr Silver - Your Eyes, Like Silver

Reader x Oliver Knight - To Charm a Woman

Reader x Blanc Lapin - A Bunny’s Habit

Oliver Knight {Ikemen Revolution}  Headcanons ♧ (Written with kiarigirl-blog)

Reader x Lancelot x Sirius x Harr - A Competition for Your Hand ♧ ❤

NSFW

Reader x Sirius Oswald - Temporary Bliss

Reader x Sirius Oswald - View

Reader x Fenrir Godspeed - A Picnic… Without Clothes?

Reader x Lancelot Kingsley - A Night to Remember ♧

Reader x Edgar Bright - Sensual

Reader x Loki Genetta - How to Properly Start Your Day

Ikemen Vampire

SFW

Reader x le Comte de Sainte Germain - Golden Days  ★ ❤

Reader x Wolfgang Mozart - Lavender Dreams ★ ❤

Reader x Leonardo da Vinci - An Amber Astrolabe ★ ❤

Reader x William Shakespeare - My World ♧

NSFW 

Reader x le Comte de Saint Germain - Letters to You ♧

Crack

Isaac Newton Edits ❤

just a regular sunday evening

jean meme

if ikevam had internet

so 

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

SFW

Reader x Gavin - Sunset Atop the Oak Tree ✰

Reader x Gavin - To Keep You Safe ✰

Reader x Gavin - The Proper Way to Distract Someone ✰

Reader x Gavin - Last Sunrise ✰

SFW Headcanons {Gavin} 

Reader x Kiro - You Promised ✰

Silly MC Headcanons {Victor} ✰

Reader x Victor - Confronting Chik ✰

Endometriosis Headcanons {Lucien} ✰

MLQC Headcanons - Hiking

Victor, Gavin Incorrect Quote

Victor edits ❤

NSFW

Reader x Gavin - Officer’s Punishment ✰

Reader x Gavin - Date Gone… Right? ✰

Reader x Gavin - A Night Full of Surprises ✰

Reader x Gavin - Mistletoe Surprise

Reader x Victor - Shower Sin ✰

A-Z NSFW Alphabet {Victor} ✰

Reader x Lucien - Jealousy Looks Good on You ✰

Reader x Lucien - A Steamy Bubble Bath ♧

Reader x Kiro - Sweeter Than Sweet ✰

Baby Fever/Fluff {Main 4} ✰

Obey Me!

Reader x Beelzebub - Midnight Snack

The Arcana

SFW

Reader x Muriel - Twitterpated

NSFW

Vibrators Mini Scenarios {Main 6}

Midnight Cinderella

SFW

Reader x Alyn Crawford - Nemesism ♧

NSFW

NSFW Headcanons {Sid} ✰

NSFW Headcanons {Byron Wagner} ✰

Reader x Giles Christophe - A Lesson on the Human Body

Other

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Reader x Levi Ackerman - Blood Rusted Memories ♡

Reader x Saeran Choi - Dystychiphobia ♡

Reader x Tooru Oikawa - The Three Times He’s Cried for You ♡ ❤

 NSFW

Reader x Yut-Lung Lee - Intimacy ✰

Ash Lynx, Yut-Lung Lee {Banana Fish} Headcanons ✰

Reader x Jumin Han - Mine ♡

Reader x Vanderwood - Good to be Home ♧

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Salt {Chat between Lancelot and Oliver}

Rose {Chat between Jonah and Luka}

Bang Bang {Chat between Mitsuhide, Mai, Mitsunari, and Masamune)

Throne {Chat between Nobunaga and Mai}

Womanizer {Chat between Shingen and Mai}

[niphredil-14]

Hello! Can you do a Tomboy MC with Comte, Leonardo, and Shakespeare?

Hello, dear! Of course I can do this for you! I wasn't entirely sure where to go with this, so I mainly focused on fashion sense. I hope you enjoy!

Comte, Leonardo, and William With a Tomboy! S/o

Le Comte:

For starters, Le Comte respects and admires women of all kinds, whether they be feminine, masculine, or androgynous. Seeing your sense of style, I think that he would immediately get you an entire wardrobe full of clothes of your preference. If you wanted to attend a ball with him, he would be more than willing to have you a custom suit made if you'd prefer to not wear a dress.

Leonardo:

Leonardo is one of the most chill people I have ever heard of, and I doubt that he would be phased, much less care a whole lot, about your choice of clothes. So what if you preferred a more masculine style? It looked good on you, and so long as you're happy, he's happy. If anyone dares to give you shit about it, he will have some very choice words for them.

William:

As both a playwright, director, and an actor, he is no stranger to one gender wearing the clothes most associated with another. If anything, he finds it very attractive that you are so comfortable with yourself as to wear what makes you happy despite some people disagreeing. He loves your style, and ill not hesitate to tell you so!