#vampire otome fic

[ultimatemahoushoujo]

“Look at me”

Napoleon x f!reader

POV

+18 nsfw

Napoleon being dom

My first fanfic too TuT so please be patient with me

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It was unusual for me to be the last one up. This night Sebastian was loose enough for leaving the kitchen duties to me and going to his bedroom earlier, perhaps a lot of journaling to be done. It was already late, but because of Napoleons sleeping in habits I was starting to get influenced by his horrible schedule and ending up going to bed later every night.

“Well since I have energy at night, maybe I’ll tire myself so I can sleep faster.”

Just when I was filling up the cabinets with clean plates, napoleon snuck behind me, whispering in my ear. “Come to bed, cherie” Just his warm breath was enough to make me shiver.

I smiled, tuned myself to meet his eyes. “ I can’t. Sorry. I have to work a little longer to compensate for the time I spent convincing you to wake up”

“No fair. Waking me up is part of your job. I simply requested for extra attention” he smiled sweetly. “Can’t I convince you to put me to sleep now?”

“Waking you up and putting you to sleep?” He laid his head softly upon my shoulder, almost in a sleepy way. “There’s no way. I always fall asleep before you, waking you is troublesome enough, what can I do to make you sleep?”

“You’re right. I won’t be able to sleep…”

His distant gaze suddenly became penetrable, looking right into me, leaning forward, almost as if testing my response to his upcoming kiss. I kissed him back softly, but his kiss became stronger rapidly. I was surprised, I thought this was only a good night kiss, a “see you in the morning” kiss, so I drown back shyly.

Before I could even say something to stop him, he kissed me again, like he was thirsty. I recognised that kiss…

He grasped my wrist, which was resting above my heart, and pressed it against the wall, cornering me. I closed my eyes, feeling the redness on my face.

“No! Look at me” he turned my face towards him with the tip of his fingers, his eyes kind of sorrowful, but darkened at the same time. My eyes widened in surprise, looking at him, how vulnerable yet strong he looked. I lifted my chin, not looking back, he examined my face, my neck, I couldn’t tell what exactly he was looking for, I stretched my neck and he approached it, softly kissing and licking it.

“Nghh” I quietly moaned, and he pressed my wrist with force.

He lifted his head, looking at me from above, his expression was serious and almost unamused. He rapidly pulled me by the neck for a kiss, put his knee in between my legs, and the hand grasping my wrist was even tighter.

I couldn’t help but move along the kiss, moaning into his mouth and rubbing my back against the wall… and my legs against his.

We parted lips, with a string of saliva in between. Patting for air, I looked down feeling hazy.

“Don’t look away” he grabbed my face by my cheeks. His hand travelled from my face to my breast “if you can’t take it” and started to massage it. I left a loud moan out, and covered my mouth. “I said look at me” and he was being even more intense with his hands. He got back a little, meeting my eyes “lift your skirt” he smirked, knowing I’d be embarrassed by his request, I tried my best not to look away while lifting my red skirt with my free hand, pressing my lips together. He kissed my ear and whispered “good girl… now…” his light touch found my underwear, he seemed so more patient than I was, I was making noises, as if asking for more, shutting my eyes and pulling him closer. “Sh sh sh. What we’ve agreed on…?” His head was below mine, he puts his hand underneath the fabric. I bent over and put my hand on his shoulder for balance.

“I’m s-sorry” I couldn’t bare the anticipation

“Look at me” he said not stoping for a second

“Nghh”

“Look at me” he lifted his body to talk down to me “will you do as you’re told?”

“Y-yes”

“What?” He said with a pierced gaze

“Yes, mon emperour”

“Hmmm” he rubbed his fingers slowly “gosh… look how wet you are already…” he played with his fingers paying close attention to the shine. Looked up to find my eyes gazing at him “very well then…”

Letting my wrist free, he played with my lips, I was looking at him, he traced his digit around my upper lip with a mesmerised look, finally putting it inside my mouth for me to suck on it. We were gazing at each other while I sucked his fingers, like our own unique staring contest. With a tired look on his face napoleon sighed. Unbuckling his belt.

I put my hands around his neck, pulling towards a passionate kiss, while he rubbed himself against me, pulling my thighs high and finally penetrating me. I hugged him even tighter, with my arms and legs, and he was holding me while thrusting with all his might.

I could feel my senses go numb as I felt napoleon going harder while he was cumming. I felt as if melting in his arms.

He laid me on the floor, on his knees in front of me, his eyes sparkled as jade, and I stared right inside them. Until napoleon noticed… his pearl like semen overflowing in between my legs, dripping on the floor. I gently put my hand on his cheeks and kissed him.

“Look at me”

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God! This was hard!

This is my first ever posted fanfic

The first napoleon fic and the first nsfw too

I’m not used to it, so I’m sorry about the lack of terms and words, but I was in a insomniac episode and had to write something

English is not my first language btw

But I hope someone likes this

And I just want to thank this fandom, there are so many talented people here and I can’t help but to be inspired by you! I’m not even close to where I’d like to be, but this is my first step.

[violettduchess]

A/N: Because he didn't have one yet 💜

WC: ~600

He tastes like coffee and wonder, like fudge and fervor.

The minutes leading up to this moment, this embrace in the depth of night, began with you coming back through the mansion door just as the clock struck the midnight hour, one hand pushing back the rich hood of your cloak, revealing cheeks flushed from the cold and eyes bright as sunlight winking off a morning’s frost. Your smile was wide and warm and open as you stepped into the parlor, searching for him. Arthur took one look at you, threw down his hand of cards and with a light smile and breezy valediction, took your hand and took his leave, pulling you along with him, away from the knowing glances of the others.

Up the wide staircase you go, down the carpeted hallway with its arched windows letting in pale slants of moonlight. Your room is much too far away and his may as well be on the moon. 

He needs you now.

And so he pulls you into a shadowy alcove, pulls you against his lean body. You’re laughing softly, breathless, murmuring something about still wearing your cloak and boots and- 

“As if that matters, luv.” 

And then his lips are on yours and you realize, no, no it doesn’t matter at all. Although eager, his kiss begins soft, one hand sliding up, across the plane of your cheek, thumb stroking smooth skin. His lips leave yours to roam the line of your jaw, to prowl the sensitive place below your ear. You tilt your head back and allow him access to the slope of your neck, expecting him to sink his sharp fangs in immediately, unable to resist the feeling of lawless pleasure.

He does not.

Instead, kiss after kiss decorates your skin, as if you are a blank page and he is the writer, jotting formless words of desire and devotion, of tenderness and aching affection along your throat, your collarbone, your shoulder.

No one before you has ever mattered. You are the beginning of his greatest story.

His name is a sigh whispered into the shadows, your fingers catching his chin and lifting his head back up so you can kiss his mouth, the romance of the moment draped around you like silken cords. His hands slide under your cloak, untuck your blouse from your skirt and slide underneath, palms pressing against the bare skin of your back. Up they slide, along your spine, then back down the lines of your torso. You are softer than vellum, his fingertips curling and tracing a filigree along your waist. They feel feather-light, like ink trails across your skin.

“I need you,” he breathes against your lips, sincere and honest, his heart a fragile thing you hold in your hands. And you smile, clutching the nape of his neck. “I need you too.”

He lifts you into his arms, kissing you once more, this time harder, a kiss edged with the promise of what is to come. You curl against him, soft and boneless as his long legs carry you down the hall, towards your room. You close your eyes, nuzzling into his neck, dropping kisses like tiny sparks against his skin. 

His heart thunders in his chest at your touch and he knows, with every fiber of his being, that you love him, as he is. You, who pulled his gaze away from the regrets of his past and helped him close the chapters on the trauma that had haunted him for far too long. Your love cradles him and keeps him safe, a cover to his fragile pages and a promise for all that is still unwritten.

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[saintgoths]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

CHILD OF RED CHAPTER ONE - MYSTERY SPELL.

WORDS - 3,003.

RATING - 18+.

SUMMARY - Scarlett Venura moves into Mystery Spell in order to become an au pair for a little girl who belongs to a mysterious and feared family of three brothers and their father, aware that their family consists of ground-breaking secrets---one of them being Night Children, Vampires, but as they try their utmost to keep their secret from the world they become apprised that their au pair has also some herself.

i also cross-post this fic on wattpad and ao3.

Scarlett has forgotten how long she has pretended to be a nine-teen year-old just to fit into society, but when it came to finding her parents, the young Vampire was willing to do anything, and the “anything”; had included her parking her car outside of the Bartholy Mansion. A lit cigarette in her hand that she had just previously dragged from her lips, gently influenced by her own mind to throw the piece against the floor, but the addiction to feel the hot smoke in her throat had won over her.

She had previously moved from Virginia, a state that had all types of Supernatural beings crawling over and when Scarlett had driven from Virginia to the town of Mystery Spell to take part of her job of being an Au Pair for the daughter of the house. She had been aware that the members had been Archfiends, creature of the nights, just like her.

Though, Scarlett had pondered would they be able to tell what she was? Or that something about her was different, that she wasn’t only a Vampire, but also a Witch.

Scarlett had been hired by their father, Viktor Bartholy, to take care of his daughter Lorie, and Scarlett had been aware that the family had been alerted by her presence, due to her music that had once boomed from her vehicle now currently being lowered by a twist.

For her own defence, Scarlett had believed that being around the Bartholy family would make it easy for her to blend in, so when she had removed herself out of her vehicle, with most of her properties in her hands, the long-haired girl had walked towards the sealed front door of the Manor---intrigued by how they had a gargoyle’s head as a knocker ring and had wondered how apparent they had wanted it to appear that they weren’t as normal as the people in the town speculated.

When Scarlett had placed her luggage down and aimed to ring the bell, she had assumed she had waited at least more than five minutes until she rang for them again, and for a couple of minutes, the girl had waited in the cold for the entrance to be unsealed, and when it had eventually been peeled open, she had been exposed to a young man, a blonde one at that.

He appeared to be the same age as her, and bored a handsome face with a devilish glint that flashed in his light brown eyes, orbs that didn’t seem to care that she had been waiting long for the Manor’s door to open. “Is it mandatory to leave a woman outside in the dark for too long?” Scarlett asked and with a smile, the blonde boy had widened the gap between the door frame and the door.

“Where is your patience?” He had asked and with a rude stare, Scarlett had clenched her jaw.

“On thin ice,” she responded, since there had been more than three people living in the house, Scarlett had expected for someone to be thoughtful enough to not want to leave the new Au Pair in the night cold.

“Maybe with that attitude I’ll make you wait outside longer,” he said and as his rudeness had been hushed by a quick figure who had stepped into the conversation. Scarlett had then turned her vision towards a brown-haired man who had carried long locks, lavish looking, stunning and had dressed in an odd manner, not in a circumstance where someone would say his dressing was bad, but he carried his essence and style in a demeanour that it had been evident he was a Victorian Vampire.

“Apologies for the lateness,” he smiled. “I’m Nicolae and this is Drogo, my youngest brother, don’t mind his attitude,” he reassured and with her lips pressed into a thin line she had watched Nicolae get down to his feet and pick up her luggage. “Pick up the rest,” Nicolae said to his brother who had clicked his tongue in response, alas, had followed his brother’s call.

Drogo had exited the manor and guided himself to her vehicle to collect the rest of her property, leaving Nicolae and Scarlett alone with each other, as the two walked down the Victorian home, Nicolae had sent Scarlett one last embarrassed look. “My father couldn’t make it to introduce himself to you since he’s on a trip right now.”

“It’s fine,” Scarlett smiled and the further she had walked up the steps, the more she had taken in the vintage décor that had been finely decorated in the home, as much as she had liked the atmosphere, she couldn’t help but laugh and observe how they didn’t try to make the suspicious claims any less. Though, somehow it had made the dark-haired girl admire their nonchalance.

Nicolae had guided Scarlett down the corridor she had assumed most of their bedrooms had been in, and when he had stopped in front of a door, Scarlett had quickly been aware that this must’ve been her bedroom for the time being. “I’ll give you time to settle,” he said before opening the door and gently taking her inside of the room.

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Scarlett had pondered what had made her drawn to Mystery Spell, each previous town she had found herself in had aided the girl to become closer to finding out what happened to her parents, and presently, Scarlett had believed that Mystery Spell had to be the last place that could tell her what had happened to them, there had been an intuitive tug in her stomach that had informed her that this was the turning point.

Along with how the town being more supernatural than the previous towns she had been in; Scarlett had felt at home here. Each town Scarlett had lived in had magically lured her and aided her to learn clues to why her parents had disappeared, along with the vivid dreams she had been having.

Scarlett hadn’t interacted with people that are like her specifically, she has met Vampires with unique skills and Witches with immense power, but Scarlett had never met anyone who had been both Witch and Vampire. Scarlett doesn’t know how she came to be, but she knows that she was born a Witch with Vampire blood in her system which had activated once she had died.

Her death, a circumstance she had not liked to remember, thus to help her to forget, Scarlett would aid herself to push through with her mission, the previous towns she had been in had magically lured her to clues to why her parents had disappeared and coming to Mystery Spell had made Scarlett conclude that her parents that she had lost also had been in this town.

 ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

It had been the next day and Scarlett had accompanied herself in the dining room, typing on her phone, she had already missed her friends from her last town; and had discussed with them when it’ll be the next time they would meet. Though her short ambience being interrupted by a red-haired girl who Scarlett correctly assumed to be Lorie.

Lorie who had quietly examined Scarlett, Lorie who had long hair with a full fringe, her hair styled in an odango with two matching bows on each side, her eyes were big and hazel and she had been dressed in an outfit Scarlett had believed to be her school uniform.

“Hi,” Scarlett smiled and with a judgemental tone, Lorie arched her left eyebrow.

“Hi,” she dryly greeted. “Are you going to be my new babysitter?”

Humoured, Scarlett placed her phone against her lap. “Well, what other reason would I be here?” She smiled, “Either way, I just know the both of us are going to have so much fun together,” she said as she pulled back, aware of the quick scrunch Lorie played on her face when those words fell from Scarlett’s lips, it didn’t bother the curly-haired girl, the girl who had then silently speculated what might’ve caused Lorie to die at such an early age, being a Vampire and all.

Scarlett had wondered if their father had just wanted a young daughter in his make-shift family, or if Lorie had been a poor girl, he had felt sympathy for.

“Scarlett,” Nicolae smiled as he stepped into the room, Drogo behind him with his hands shoved into his pockets, Drogo smiled at his younger sister before pulling her into a bear hug. “Peter isn’t here to welcome you,” Nicolae apologised, “He wanted to leave early, but I’m sure you’ll see him.”

With her eyebrows furrowed, Scarlett tightly nodded at Nicolae’s statement before she pushed her phone back into her pocket. The University had been a very private educational space, expensive and pompous enough to make the students wear uniforms, even though the Bartholy family had aided Scarlett to pay for the expenses of the University, Scarlett had been thankful that her parents had loaned her great money, which had made the girl believe that her parents’ disappearance was planned.

“Are you not going to eat breakfast?” Drogo asked and with a short look at the plate of sandwich Nicolae had made for Scarlett earlier on, Scarlett forced a smile before gently poking the fare.

He had made her an awful sandwich; he had spread one side with butter and the other side with mayonnaise, and sandwiched between the two breads, had been frozen peas that had tasted frost burnt from the time it had spent in the freezer they had in their home. It was the thought that had counted, but Scarlett had reticently begged for Nicolae to never think of making her food ever again.

“I’m going to buy food on my way to the University,” Scarlett said.

“You didn’t like the food?” Nicolae asked and caught red-handed; Scarlett slowly crossed her arms.

“Uh—I wasn’t in the mood for a sandwich,” Scarlett replied while she pulled herself to her feet she had reached towards Lorie. “Come on, let me take you to school.” Scarlett said, purposely wanting to leave the house to hide away from Nicolae’s questions.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Once Scarlett had taken Lorie to school, she had used her car to go to her local café shop to get  coffee, and during her drive, the idea of her biting down on a Belgian Waffle had chased around in her mind, Scarlett loved Belgian Waffles, and tasting that would  for sure make up for the rancid frozen sandwich Nicolae had made for her earlier on.

As she had patiently waited in line, Scarlett had wondered how obvious Nicolae had made it seem like he was not of the Human race, for her argument, Scarlett would’ve thought anyone who doesn’t know how to make a simple sandwich is not of the Human Race.

Aside from the food, Scarlett had pondered about the university, and how the people who studied in the building would treat her. With the uniform, Scarlett had comprehended that it was a prestige school, and in time Scarlett had hoped to get used of the rule of having to represent the place, though, when Scarlett had gotten her tour, she was informed that the dean was into imagery, so she had let it go.

While Scarlett had paid for her items, she had been content to learn that they did have Belgian Waffles and when she had pushed the rest of the commodities in her bag, she had immediately put herself to a stop, the second she had felt someone gaze wash all over her, she had turned around and locked eyes with a handsome man, who appeared to study in the same university as her, hence the uniform.

“New girl,” he greeted and with a smile, Scarlett had pushed the left handle of her backpack up her shoulder.

“People are already speaking about me?” Scarlett questioned and with a flirtatious wink, the man replied to her.

“Of course,” he responded. “They’ll speak about you more when they realise the new girl is beautiful.”

Awkward, Scarlett gently pulled backwards, uncaring about the expression she had on her face, he gently directed his body away from her. “Do you have a ride to the university?”

“I do,” Scarlett smiled, “I have my own car,” Scarlett said and by the corner of her eye, she quickly captured the blonde man that had entered the café with his group of friends behind him, and when Scarlett had recognised it had been Drogo, she had used all her might to not groan.

“Scarlett,” Drogo called out, his voice being laced with tease. “I’m deeply disappointed that you decided to spend your morning around this loser,” he sneered.

“I didn’t know the university had social ranks like a bunch of pre-teens,” Scarlett replied and with a twisted face that had caused Loan to laugh, Scarlett pressed the curve of the coffee against her lip before taking a sip.

Quickly moving over what she had said, Drogo’s ambers eyes fell on the waffle she had held in her other hand. “Waffles in the morning?”

“Better than the sandwich Nicolae made for me in the manor,” Scarlett replied and as Loan quickly exchanged looks with the two people who stood in front of him, he couldn’t help himself but slowly scrunch his face in disapproval.

“You live with him?” Loan slowly asked and uninterested Scarlett briefly looked him up and down.

“Yes,” Scarlett hastily responded, attentive of the look Loan still had on his face.

“You could’ve done better,” he gritted and moved by his bitterness, Scarlett raised the both of her eyebrows.

Mayhap, Loan had known of what Drogo had been considering his acerbity. “What is better?” Drogo slowly questioned, his inquire stoned with dare. “Your home?”

“Well, if Scarlett is desperate enough to cage herself in your Manor, perhaps my home is,” Loan bit and with a huge sigh, Scarlett slipped through the two of them.

“I’ll be going to my car now,” Scarlett muttered ere she pushed the entrance of the café door open, aware of the stalking shadow of Drogo remaining behind her. Put off by their track, Scarlett looked over her shoulder. “You should return to your friends Drogo.”

‘They can make it to the university themselves,” Drogo replied and with a humoured look on her face, Scarlett turned to the entrance of her car.

“Oh, so not only are you annoying, you are a bad friend and leaving them for a girl,” Scarlett judgmentally hummed as she unlocked her car door.

As kickback, Drogo pushed out a breathy laugh as he looked her up and down. “I believe they will understand me,” he winked fore he entered the vehicle with her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“You have a nice car,” Drogo complimented and with a short look with the side of her eyes, Scarlett lightly rested against her seat.

Her hands softly spread against the object, taking in the texture of her steering wheel, the vehicle that the two had currently sat in, a gift given by one of Scarlett’s previous lovers. “Thank you,” Scarlett smiled before she started driving the car.

The moment Drogo felt the vehicle move, he gently pushed himself forward, pointing towards a path he had wanted to advise Scarlett to drive. “Go left—”

“I know where it is,” Scarlett cut off, her swift comment had earned her a scoff by the blond-haired man.

“Alright,” Drogo shrugged his liking immobile to Scarlett’s back talk. “I was just trying to be kind.”

With her eyebrow cocked, Scarlett gently hummed as kickback. “To make up for that behaviour of yours yesterday?” She had asked and humoured, Drogo gently chuckled at her inquire.

“No,” he retorted, his silliness gathering an annoyed look from the dark-haired girl beside him, who aside who found his pettiness irritating, had actually been humoured by his smart mouth.

“How charming,” Scarlett said.

“I’m the most charming person I know,” Drogo smiled, his hand pushing to unwind the window he was next to.

With a quick thought, Scarlett furrowed her eyebrows in fast disagreement of Drogo’s statement. “Actually, I think Nicolae is more charming than you.”

Insulted by her account Drogo dramatically choked at her response. “I believe everyone who says that to me is just trying to humble me,” he argued and with a laugh through her nose, Scarlett simply shook her head. “I don’t know how anyone finds his Victorian Style charming.”

“He has couth, and knows how to treat women,” Scarlett shared and by the click of his tongue, Drogo shuffled on his seat.

“I know how to treat women well,” he lightly argued. “I know how to treat women really well actually.”

“If that’s what you believe,” Scarlett whispered and as he crossed his arms, Drogo had kept himself to remain silent throughout the rest of the drive.

Though, his reticent fought by his talkative character, Drogo briefly glanced at Scarlett, his honey-like eyes briefly examining the woman behind the steering-wheel. “You’ve barely known me for a week,” he brought up and with a small smile, Scarlett responded, her light eyes still on the road.

“I have good judgement,” Scarlett said.

“Good judgement to be around Loan,” he smirked and with a judgmental arched eyebrow, Scarlett gently leaned back on her seat.

“Jealous of me finding Loan to be of better company?” Scarlett had asked and with a screwed expression, Drogo looked at the window beside him.

“You’ll soon regret your choice of words,” Drogo muttered, his statement loud enough for Scarlett to still hear with her Superhuman hearing.

“I can’t wait,” Scarlett smiled as she had finally parked her car in the University Parking Lot, aware of the dark look Drogo had on his face which had internally pushed Scarlett to wonder what had been the true root of the dispute the two men had for each other, their rivalry furthering Scarlett’s excitement to remain in Mystery Spell.

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[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Napoleon - Ikevamp - Crimson Corsica

Pairing: Mitsuki x Napoleon

Word count: 695

Warning: blood sucking, NSFW

A/N: it’s a napoleon’s POV. I'm trying sth diffrent today to celebrate his birthday :D. Love you Napoleon <3. Btw, my napoleon masterlist is still a mess but I'm probably going to rearrange it tomorrow

Oh, also, there may be a spoiler from Napoleon's Act 2.

I’ve been invited to dinner at my friend’s house, Jack, in Corsica. 

While I don’t care much about fancy dinners and all of that, as I had enough of them when I was an emperor, I couldn’t say no to this one, as this friend of mine helped me a lot to buy a summer house in my hometown a few years ago.

Mitsuki just loves coming to Corsica. Every time I have free time to leave Paris, I always take her here. It's also a great opportunity for both of us to enjoy a married life outside of the mansion.

Don't get me wrong, I love living in Comte’s mansion, but it’s hard to have private time with my wife when you live with so many people there - who by coincidence love to gossip.

Besides, today is my birthday, but only Mitsuki knows that here in Corsica. I don’t mind if people eventually find out, but I just prefer to keep this little secret to just the two of us as I will have all of my time for her.

Because it’s my birthday, she decided to buy a new dress for this occasion, and I gotta say that she did a great job with that.

The cleavage of her yellow dress is driving me insane to the point I'm having a hard time right now paying attention to their conversation during dinner.

I’m trying my best to keep it cool, but I don’t know how much longer I can take. I’d say that I’ve been doing a pretty decent job fighting against my bloodlust, but every time we come to Corsica I don’t know what it is but I just feel way more horny than usual. I wonder if something in me changed after I came back to life again.

I still feel like the same man Mitsuki met when she saw me the first time, but it's as if my vampire and my human side are unbalanced when she is around.

“Napoleone?”

Her sweet calm voice made me snap back to reality.

“Yes?”

“I was saying I think we should be going now. It’s getting late.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Somehow, I managed to survive this dinner. I have no idea what they talked about all night, but I think Mitsuki didn't notice I spent all night staring at her.

Mitsuki seems interested in walking on the beach before going home, but I do not wanna do that. I gave her some lame excuses and, although she was a bit suspicious, maybe because it was my birthday, she didn’t protest. Perhaps I’ll have to come up with better excuses next time. She is a sharp opponent.

A few minutes later, we finally got to our summer house. While she was opening the door, I seized the opportunity to whisper in my wife's ear, commanding her to follow me to our bed.

After sitting on the bed, I immediately helped her to take her dress off. She better thank me later for not ruining her beautiful dress. 

Wearing only her also yellow underwear, Mitsuki sat on my lap, her tights rubbing on my cock, making things even more enticing. Not knowing if I wanted to fuck her first or suck her blood, I followed my instincts, so I went for her neck.

I licked the left side of her neck to hear a soft moan inviting me to keep going.

My exposed fangs penetrated her burning skin and, in no time, I got access to her sweet blood. 

I was sucking her so hard that a few minutes later I could not only hear her now loud moans but also feel that her underwear was getting more wet. Then, with one hand holding her waist, I used the other one to put Mitsuki’s underwear to the side to expose her.

Every inch of my cock was now inside of my beloved. I wanted to take my time to admire her while we fucked, but I couldn’t help myself. Her wetness was so intoxicating that I lost control of my body, filling her with all I had, with the power of a once emperor.

[yarnnerdally]

Original here

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x Iris (OC)

Rating: T

Tags: Fluff, smidge of hurt/comfort, they both hurt emotionally okay lol, soulmate au, soulmate-identifying marks

Words: 1.3k

“I heard that if your soulmate dies, it goes black.”

“What? I’ve never heard that!”

       Iris sighed as she tried to block out the noise of her tour group. They were at the Louvre and this was her third tour of the day. Thankfully the last, as well. When she was just 15, she’d learned to wear gloves on her hands. Granted, many people did. They felt their soulmate’s emotions were something private, just for them, and she didn’t blame them. And then there were people like her. People who’s soulmates had already died and they were left living. It had been a tragedy when her mark first appeared on the back of her hand at 15. To be a teenager and discover your soulmate was already lost to you? After a month she couldn’t stand the looks of pity she got from strangers. Yes, it was sad that she would never meet her soulmate. She understood that it was a tragedy, but that didn’t mean she’d never find love. Plenty of people still fell in love every day with people that weren’t their soulmates.

“I can’t imagine it, going through life with just a black blob on the back of my hand. At least I can see that my soulmate is calm right now. It goes light blue for me when they’re calm.”

       Different people had different experiences. So maybe… just maybe the black spot on the back of her hand didn’t mean death. It was entire improbable but not impossible. The tour finally ended and it left Iris with some time to wander the museum herself. She paused in front of Café Terrace at Night by van Gogh and smiled up at it. It was one of her favorites, next to her name sake anyways. It was on loan along with many other paintings done by van Gogh and his story pulled at her heart. It was rumored that both he and his brother didn’t even have soulmate marks on their hands. Iris made a small noise of surprise as someone bumped into her and she turned around to see who it was.

       “Pardon me, mademoiselle. Forgive me. I was quite caught up in Vincent’s new exhibition here,” the man smiled serenely. His looks were nothing like Iris had ever seen. Handsome, distinguished, an air of tranquility and intensity simultaneously surrounded him. He seemed from a different time, of gentlemen and high society. He spoke fluent French but there was a definite Germanic undertone to his words. His cravat was expertly tied with a gorgeous gold pin in it.

       “No, no. It’s more than alright, sir. The same could be said for me. I’m named after a van Gogh,” she said with a smile to convey she truly meant it. She looked down the hall and pointed. “Just a few down, actually.” The man smiled and tilted his head to the side, taking in her features. “My parents were obsessed with irises.” The gentleman hummed softly, looking back to the painting in front of them.

       “Iris is a good name. Faith. Hope. Wisdom. Courage. A good flower to be named for,” the man added. He pulled a pocket watch from his coat and frowned. “Alas, cherie, I must depart. It was lovely to have met you,” he smiled, inclining his head slightly in a bow before turning to leave. Iris watched him leave curiously, watching him leave through a door she didn’t realize had been at the end of the hall. Blinking, she looked down as she saw something glint in the fluorescent light and noticed that the gentleman’s cravat pin had fallen.

       “Oh! Monseuir!” Iris shouted after him but he was beyond the door. She picked up the pin and jogged over to the door, opening it and stepping inside. She tilted her head curiously as she spied all the artifacts in the dimly lit hall. “Monseuir?” she called again before stepping further in. Suddenly the room began to swirl around her and she shouted, closing her eyes tightly. “What the hell?!” Iris groaned a little as she fell forward, strong arms catching her instead of a hard surface.

       “Godverdomme,” A gruff voice greeted her and Iris looked up in surprise. Piercing blue eyes met her hazel ones and it took a moment before those arms let go of her. “Watch where you’re going, hondje.” Iris sputtered and looked indignant for a moment before realizing she had no idea where she was. This definitely was not the Louvre. She looked around him for a moment, and then behind her, and then at the door. “Wait, you-? You came through the door?” The man asked, seemingly distracted by his hand glowing a bright white.

       “What happened? Why won’t this open?” Iris did her best to not shout as she attempted to open the door she came through. She stopped and felt her breathing rate increase as anxiety built up in her chest. Theo looked between his hand and the woman that had just come through the door twice before shaking his head.

       “It’s not going to open for a while. Here,” he guided Iris away from the door and tried to get her to look at him. “I understand this is frightening. However, nothing will come from panicking, ja?” Iris nodded, her gloved hands holding onto the man’s forearms. She felt herself calming in his presence and finally took a deep, if slightly shaky breath. “I’m Theo,” he introduced himself, giving her a small, sympathetic smile. The space on the back of his hand was slowly transitioning into a light blue. His heart began to beat harder in his chest at that and tried not to focus too much on it. It was probably coincidence. Right? It wasn’t like his mark had been black until she literally came crashing down on him. Definitely a coincidence.

       “I’m Iris. It’s nice to meet you Theo,” she replied with a small smile, noticing she’d still been holding onto him and let go as she was suddenly embarrassed. Theo’s hand turned a lovely shade of pinkish red and he swallowed hard. “I-I’m sorry,” she said, realizing she had been staring. “I’ve just never seen a mark change so quickly before,” she laughed a little, subconsciously looking down to her gloved hand. She froze for a moment and blinked as she swore she saw… no. There was no way. Theo noticed the look in Iris’ eyes and how she watched her own hand. Feeling emboldened, he took his hand in hers and slowly removed her glove, both their hearts pounding. Iris took in a sharp breath as she saw color for the first time on her hand and it shifted from a pale yellow to an intense, crimson red. She looked up and hazel eyes met blue again. Theo swallowed hard before licking his lips. “This has to be a dream. Y-you’re-“ Acting on instinct, he brought Iris close and hugged her tightly.

       “I thought you had died by the time my mark came,” he admitted quietly, doing his best to hold back his instincts to feed immediately as endorphins rushed through his system. Iris felt herself melting as Theo held her in his arms and she couldn’t keep from burying her head into his chest. “Was yours black, too?” Iris nodded, clinging onto Theo’s back. Both of their marks now shone a bright orange, contentment filling their hearts.

       “God, look at us. I fell through a door and I don’t even know how to get back to my hotel,” Iris laughed, pulling away with a slight flush to her cheeks. “And when did it get this dark? My last tour was only done at four,” she said, checking her cell phone. 4:34. Theo straightened up and blinked, trying his best not to grimace.

       “That. Um. Well, I think we’ll need to sit for that conversation.”

Taglist: @jozhenji

[syneilesis]

For your writer asks - perspective flip? It can be the Comte fic or any other you'd like 🥰

I AM NOW HERE! 🐱 March was, uh, eventful, but I am making good use of my break teehee.

This got longer than I expected. 1,350 words of nothing but a hungry and thirsty Comte 😂 Hope you enjoy!

The first time it happens it’s as if he’s unearthed a centuries-buried treasure, kept protected by a sturdy wooden chest, its novelty preserved for his discovering eyes. The thrill of unlocking something of great worth electrifies all the nerves of his body, heats his blood.

Le Comte smiles. It feels a little different this time.

¤

“Well done, ma chérie.”

He notices the small hitch of your breath, the tremor that jolts your spine. He imagines dragging his finger from the back of your neck down to the small of your back. Imagines you shudder from the ghost-light touch, your head tilting upward slightly, eyes shut, lips parted.

Le Comte knows that you’ve caught on to the chemical shift between you and him. It delights him, the way you suppress your reactions (lovely, adorable), stubbornly clinging to the boundaries delineated by his status and your respect. He doesn’t mind the resistance – welcomes it, in fact. The more you resist, the more tempting you become.

Desire and restraint, after all, intertwine in the most interesting ways.

¤

Mid-spring, a viscount invites le Comte to a concert that Mozart has mentioned in passing: a violin soloist playing a selection of Saint-Saëns pieces. He accepts and extends the invitation to you – an invitation that brightens your face with excitement.

It’s a beautiful performance. By the end of the show the hall reverberates with a thunderous applause, the standing ovation lengthening into minutes, the musicians on the stage aglow with praise. Le Comte glances to his side, where you stand enraptured by the concert, eyes sparkling, neck flushed from the riveting music, your rose lips open in a smile.

Then his attention falls on your dress. It had taken five hours for le Comte to settle on what you’d wear for the concert, guiding you with his arm (not with his hands, not yet) to different boutiques, trying on various dresses of various designs. He had decided on a gold halter that matches the color of his hair and eyes, a style that provocatively displays your back. 

(A quick look at your expression revealed uncertainty – or was it discomfort? Or something else?

Is it too much? he asked, taking one step closer to you. From that distance le Comte could feel the heat emanating from your body.

Perhaps it was discomfort, because you’re fidgeting under his thoughtful assessment, adamantly avoiding his appraising eyes. It’s not that …

Another step. There was a sharp intake of breath, and le Comte understood.

He gave you a reassuring smile. Made it a point not to mention how it was clear in your flustered face that you’d been picturing him with his hand on your exposed skin.

Made it a point not to mention how he’d been picturing himself tracing your spine with his fingers, followed by his mouth.)

You must’ve felt his stare; your eyes dart to him and you falter from your place, red blooming on your cheeks like cascading ink. It spreads to your chest and your back. You hasten your gaze away, biting your lip, and le Comte finds himself focusing on that little nip.

Later, the viscount corners him for an enthusiastic talk. Le Comte goes along, amicable smile fixed on his face. His concentration derails after the third minute, after which he spots you on the other side of the room, an unrecognizable man at your tail, chatting you up despite your uninterested countenance.

“Pardon me, Viscount,” le Comte suddenly says, cutting off the middle-aged man whose teeth clack upon shutting up, “but I must attend to something important right now.”

“Oh, of course, le Comte. Shall we continue our conversation next time?”

“Indeed. Excuse me.”

By the time he reaches you, you’ve already driven the man away. “It seems that you have no need of my assistance, ma chérie,” he says, noting the man’s features for future deliberation. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you for the concern, Comte.”

“Do you need to rest? Let’s head over to the balcony.”

Outside, Paris glimmers under the star-freckled sky, lamplights like little embers that flicker in the distance. Le Comte opens the door for you and a cool breeze welcomes you at once, causing you to shiver and wrap your arms around yourself.

“Cold?” he asks, and shrugs off his coat.

“Oh, I’m –”

You don’t finish, because le Comte turns to drape the coat over your shoulders. The movement requires him to loom over you, bodies almost touching. The tips of his shoes make contact with your pumps. He leans over, your hair just below his nose, and le Comte smells the fragrant scent of your perfume. Underneath: the ambrosial sweetness of your blood (careful, careful).

His coat is too big for your frame, like it’s swallowing you whole. He adjusts how it hangs on your body, then pats at the lapels once he’s satisfied.

His hands stay there.

Le Comte whispers your name. His voice carries a husky quality to it, brought upon by proximity and bloodsong. But you refuse to respond, your expression tucked away and instead he’s looking at the crown of your head.

Further down: your rubescent neck.

Ah.

He injects a pleading tone to his next words: “Look at me. Please?”

It’s the please that pulls your face up, eyes slightly wide like you can’t believe what you’re hearing. But then you become aware that le Comte’s own face is mere centimeters from yours. Your eyes grow wider, your mouth parting to utter something – 

But then you jerk away. Or attempt to – le Comte’s hands are still on the coat and he’s gripping it this time to foil your escape.

He tilts his chin down, and your staccato breaths puff against his face. He waits until your eyes meet his, then murmurs, “I’m not letting you run away this time.”

Silence. Moonlight pools on the marble balustrade, gleaming ghostly silver. Below the balcony the rasp of leaves; inside the building, the chatter of noblemen, filtered by the double doors. Your breathing staggers, until it shutters into nothing.

A few seconds teeter, and le Comte begins to worry. “Ma chérie?”

A loud exhale, gravel against gravel. You shake your head minutely. “Sorry, it’s just –”

“I know. Do you hate it?”

A tilt of the head, a bite of the lip. An anticipatory moment lurks and then passes.

“No …”

Le Comte draws closer. “Then…?”

A swallow. A shuddering breath.

“... I like it.”

Le Comte smiles. Got you.

“That’s a good girl.”

He tucks a stray lock behind your ear. Your skin burns. He inches closer and closer, until his lips and yours are a hair’s breadth from each other. He steals a glance and finds your eyes half-mast, trained on him.

“Shall I reward you tonight?”

You open your mouth but then you hesitate, and le Comte realizes that any further movement will bring both your lips together. Isn’t this what you and he want? All the hungry gazes, the fleeting ones, the thirst that thrums in his veins, the pulsing desire threatening to burst free from its shackles – all of these converging into this precise, charged moment. There’s electric crackle in his nerves, it heats his blood.

But le Comte remains frozen in his position, watching – waiting – what you’ll do next.

By now your scent has sunken its dulcet claws in his flesh, an unbreakable chain, and le Comte feels his eyelids lower, the press of his canines teasing the inside of his lower lip, a warning, a sign.

And then: “Yes.” 

Finally. Le Comte shuts his eyes tight, leaning back. He drops his hands, releases you. Steps backward; his throat carved with unrelenting thirst.

Then he opens his eyes to trap you under his heavy gaze that robs you of your breath. He smirks, raising his right hand in offering. “Shall we go back, then, darling?”

You stare at the proffered hand, then at his face. Your blush has never left. He can hear your pounding heart, a galloping pace that augments your pinched eyebrows, your quivering lips.

Something shifts in your expression. And then: slowly, slowly – 

You take his hand.

[cardsofthemoon]

I love writing vampires so much like you can literally put them in any time of history, hell you can even rewrite history and make shit up, under the sole guise that it’s an immortal vampire. you can literally make your vampire be the actual mona lisa or be the first female president of the united states, and it will be acceptable because they’re immortal!

[aide-falls]

So is anyone taking any Fic requests that writes for any of these? I know a lot of the main people that write for them either aren’t taking requests at the moment or don’t write for these characters; thanks!

Jude Jazza (Ikevil)

Guy Avari (COD)

Johann Faust (ikevamp)

Chev (ikepri)

Gilbert (ikepri)

Rio (ikepri)

Clavis (ikepri)

Sariel (Ikepri)

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

"Bedroom. Now."

Aa aa aaaa a a aa aaquaa .......... You've done it again... They'll lock me in horny jail..... No more mo....

This killed me and brought me back to life so i can report how good it was. It was very good. Napoleon radiating dominance and still being loving and affectionate in the same time, while cervix-deep into his lover (you did NOT just write "fertile womb".... critical hit....too sexy...) never fails to be my favorite thing and you just outdid yourself here...! Everytime you write this man it's only better and better 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ The naked apron idea was so good, even better than having him wearing it!!! Seducing "accidentally" is always appreciated in smuts 🤤🤤🤤 Now that's how you celebrate an anniversary 🤭 Aquaaa thank you so much Aquaa 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm so well fed by your genius writing once again, it's unreal... And I know it's a smut fic but I wanted to be sentimental for a second because I'm going through some stuff this week and knowing that you wanted to put this up for the anniversary is making my heart explode with thankfulness...Thank you Aqua. I don't deserve you 🫂🫂🫂💞💞💞💞💞💞

Kiss the Cook - Napoleon x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: I have been teasing @xxsycamore with the idea of this fic for some time now. Happy 4 years of loving this man. And yes, I hope I destroy you with this one.

Pairing: Napoleon x Reader

Prompt: mating press (from the late spring tryst event held by @xxsycamore)

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; smut; piv; dom!napoleon; fingering; mating press; breeding; creampie; unprotected sex; dirty talk; rough sex

Life is good, Napoleon thought to himself as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you silently as you flittered about the kitchen. The sun was shining, spring was in the air, and you were preparing his favorite meal for dinner.

There was just one thing that was bothering him. You were wearing his apron – the one you got him a few years ago that said “Kiss the Cook.” And the problem with that was that it covered too much of your body. The thick, canvas fabric hid the soft curve of your breasts from Napoleon’s eye. 

His frown soon turned upside down, however, when you turned and reached for something in the cabinets. Napoleon’s jaw nearly dropped when his eyes were blessed with the sight of your bare backside, as you were wearing not a stitch of clothing underneath his large apron. 

Unable to control himself, Napoleon made a strangled sound, causing you to almost drop the spice jar in your hands. 

“Napoleon! How long have you been standing there watching me?”

“Long enough,” he replied, his voice deep and husky. He enjoyed seeing the bashful look on your face, your eyes quickly averting his gaze.

With a small huff, he marched over to you, his long legs quickly shortening the distance between you, and captured your wrist in his hand. 

“Bedroom. Now.” His emerald eyes were wild and intense as he gazed into yours. He tugged on your arm, his grip firm on your wrist as he led you from the kitchen.

As soon as your feet made it over the threshold to your shared bedroom, Napoleon had the door closed with a kick, his hand letting you go.

How palms were rough as he pressed his hands against your bare shoulders, his touch enough to cause you to visibly shiver. His mouth covered yours in a deep kiss as his fingers moved to untie the strings of the apron. Once undone, he pulled away only long enough to remove the apron from your body.

Guiding you towards the bed, he pushed you on to its plush covering, quickly removing his shirt as he climbed atop you. His hands wandered, exploring every inch of your exposed skin, feeling the heat radiating from you. A low growl rumbled through his chest as he rubbed his clothed hips against yours, his stiff erection pressing against your skin.

Sliding his hand down your side, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thigh before sliding his fingers between your legs. A sweet sigh escaped your lips as he slipped one finger, then two, inside you, his thumb pressing on your clit. 

You grasped at the bedsheets with your hands as your body writhed against his, your hips pushing up, chasing your climax. 

Knowing you were close, Napoleon chose to be cruel and removed his hands before the pleasure overcame you, leaving you whimpering for more. His eyes darkened with desire, he removed his pants, freeing his erection. 

Your breath hitched as he rubbed your slit with the tip of his cock. With a low groan, he began to push his length inside you, his thrusts slow and shallow as he stretched you.

Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips parted, exhaling a soft sigh as Napoleon fully sheathed his length inside you. He waited a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size, before slowly thrusting his hips against yours. 

His mouth captured yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue probing yours as his body rocked against yours. His fingers dug roughly into your hips as he pulled your body to meet his every thrust. 

Napoleon pulled back, breaking your kiss, as he reached between your legs and teased your most sensitive spot with his thumb, his emerald eyes wild with passion as he watched you moan softly. 

“My emperor…” you groaned, your pleasure building as he struck a particularly sensitive spot. 

Hearing you call him that, his former title, stirred something primal in Napoleon. In a flash, he had your ankles over his shoulder, his movements now relentless, spurred on by your words, the look in his eyes silently telling you he had only one goal in mind. 

He continued to fuck you with reckless abandon, desperate to fill you with his seed. 

With one loud grunt, Napoleon slammed his hips against yours, his cock twitching before spilling his seed deep inside your fertile womb, your body wracked with pleasure. 

Panting, Napoleon collapsed on top of you, his heart pounding in his chest. Fully sated, he rested his head on your chest, easily falling asleep in your warm embrace. 

Tagging: @redheadkittys @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @ikehoe @kpop-and-otome @lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady @kisara-16 @lordsisterxotome @violettduchess @umi-adxhira @bellerose-arcana @crypticbibliophile @yarnnerdally @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @wendolrea @randonauticrap @aria-chikage

[oh-no-its-bird]

Alright chat it's time to think ab the valentines prompts !!!! I am thinking. I am having thoughts.

Love at First Bite

Vampire au OR Kakashi resisting his hashtag Hatake instincts to bite people he loves (??)

Or . Kakashi keeps biting people, so specifically to get him to stop, Sakumo lies and says in Hatake culture, biting someone is like a proposal. And if they bite back ur married now. And you wouldn't want to get married, now would u Kakashi? And Kakashi is like "oh no but I already bit Obito, what does that mean D:" and Sakumo is like "Well, I guess that means u proposed. That's so embaressing for u which is why u shouldn't do it again."

Then Obito bites Kakashi in a fight and Kakashi screams in horror bc they have to get MARRIED NOW !!!!!!!!

Otome Game / Affectionate Meter

(Aka Tobirama's personal hell)

Romance sim no jutsu fic where Tobirama wakes up to find otome game mechanics (affection meter and dialogue options) have been added to his life. He despairs.

Thisd just be the romance sim no jutsu au I talked about a while ago tbh

Incubi / Succubus

Incubus Kakashi who's super low key about it. He actually isn't really into sex but bc he can feed off ambient sexual energy, he basically just snacks on the energy radiating off of icha icha all day and is... okish.

Or like. He's not even a fr incubus but the Hatake bloodline limit is actually smthn comparable to that. So he uses it as an example of what it's like.

Obito finds out and loses his fucking mind bc KAKASHI SEX DEMON REAL????? He becomes convinced that he's obsessed w Kakashi bc Kakashi worked his freaky incubus magic on him. Also this means it's suddenly ok for him to be super horny ab Kakashi but he swears it's ONLY bc hes a sex demon, ok?????? He literally can't control it u guys this isn't on him. It's not. He swears.

Meanwhile, Kakashi: *literally just standing there, the only visible skin his hands toes and like a third of his face*

My heart is in your hand (literally)

Regina Mills type beat where person A has person B's heart and can use it to command them. Thinking either mdtb or iztb, but obkk could make for an interesting one just bc of Obito's heart seals.

Festival of love

Senju fuck fest. That's it. That's the fic. The Senju have a festival and the main event is an orgy. The fic itself is just the Madara and Izuna reaction to this terrible, terrible knowledge. The Uchiha are way more conservative and legit horrified at this information. Unfortunately they also JUST signed the peace treaty and village plans so they are now burdened w the knowledge that the annual senju orgy WILL be happening within village walls.

There's no actual smut its pure reaction and implication

U guys get to choose which one you wanna see as a one shot, choose wisely pls

[starlightkun]

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[violettduchess]

A/N: Vincent won the poll and with it, this kiss fic!

"This sadness will last forever" were supposedly Vincent Van Gogh's final words.

WC: 470

Trying to describe how it feels when Vincent kisses you makes you wish you were as talented with words as Dazai or Arthur. How can you possibly describe the feeling that floods you when he tenderly cups your face in his hands, eyes as blue as eternity, and leans down, softly pressing his lips against yours? 

You are one of his beloved sunflowers, cacophonous and bright, baring your soul to the radiant blue sky, joy beaming from every corner of your heart. You are the strong branches of the almond tree in spring, riotous with pink and white blossoms, each petal a happy sigh that escapes you. You are the black spire stretching itself up up up into the expansive starry night, reaching with your whole soul for the stars.

Vincent parts your lips, delving deeper even as he tenderly pulls you closer, wanting to feel your solidness against him. Sometimes you wonder if he is afraid you are nothing but a phantom that will disappear if he opens his eyes, a creature of mist and dreams that will dissolve under the bright rays of sunlight. Your arms wind around his neck, your body presses closer, reassuring him that yes, you are real. You are solid. And you are unconditionally his. He is warmth and gentleness, golden as wheat fields in summer but he is also fiercely protective, a strength easily overseen and underestimated due to the tenderness of his nature, the boyishness of his mien. You know the truth. You know there is no shoulder you would rather lean on, no hands you would trust to hold your heart more than his.

Oh, those hands. Those beautiful, talented hands move over your skin like a paintbrush on canvas. With every caress he decorates you in his desire, his love, his dedication, his admiration and you? You feel beautiful. You are a work of art, a masterpiece, glowing with each stroke of blazing adoration along your body. There is nothing that lifts his heart more than the content sighs you whisper against his mouth, the ardent press of your fingers into his shoulder when your body lights up with yearning. 

And if he pulls back for a moment, just a heartbeat in time, he can look into your eyes where he sees something unbelievable. He sees himself reflected there, in a way he never could imagine, despite the numerous self-portraits he has done. In the depths of your gaze, those windows to the naked essense of your heart, he sees himself as someone beautiful. Someone whole. Someone worthy of love.

Your name falls from his lips and just before he is utterly lost in the winding, sunlit path of your want, the hills and valleys of your body, he has a singular, sublime thought: 

This love will last forever.

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[saintgoths]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

CHILD OF RED CHAPTER FIVE - I HATE THE WOODS.

WORDS - 2,693.

RATING - 18+

previous chapter

SUMMARY - Drogo crashes the kickback Scarlett was invited to.

Scarlett had immediately regretted her decision on joining Loan’s kickback in the woods, she had taken a deep breath as she dragged herself to where the party had been in and pulled out her phone to inform Loan that she had arrived---but was unsure where the actual party had been in.

He had been kind, had told Scarlett that he would come get her and after a couple of moments of waiting, Scarlett had heard Loan’s footsteps increase, and it had made Scarlett wonder if neutralising her Vampiric side was necessary.

“Scarlett,” Loan breathily smiled as he pulled her into a warm hug. “Genuinely thought you wouldn’t come.”

As she wrapped her arms around him, Scarlett gently appreciated his vehemence. “Thank you for inviting me,” Scarlett kindly replied as she pulled away from him. “Why did you think I wouldn’t have come?”

“The Bartholys,” Loan mumbled as he slowly scratched the back of his head.

Humoured, Scarlett gently pulled her head back. “Oh---you definitely need to tell me the beef you have with them,” she joked and as a response Loan jokingly rolled his eyes.

He had wanted to tell her everything, but there had been a gut feeling inside of his stomach that made him unsure. “It’s nothing of the sort,” Loan shrugged and unmoved Scarlett lightly sucked in her teeth.

“I’ll find out somehow,” Scarlett said.

“Good luck,” Loan smiled ere they resumed to walk down to where the main event was.

It had been a prominent event, Scarlett had been able to recognise most people in the forest as she had been the new girl, she still had a task to connect the names to their faces. Though there was one person she had known that had not been here, and due to that, she turned to look at Loan. “Where is Samantha?” She asked and with a nonchalant shrug, Loan half-heartedly scanned the area.

“I don’t know if she’s coming, nor do I care,” he bluntly said.

“That’s no way to treat a girlfriend,” Scarlett scoffed and with annoyed look, Loan turned to look at Scarlett.

“I told you,” Loan gritted. “She is not my girlfriend,” he reminded in irritation and as kickback, Scarlett hid a laughter with her palm.

Intrigued with the conversation Loan shared with Scarlett, Ezra, appeared between the two of them. “Actually,” he smiled. “I’m pretty sure Loan broke up with Samantha ever since he laid his eyes on you,” he truthfully joked and surprised, Scarlett twisted her gaze towards Loan, both hands on her hips as she had readied herself to make fun of him.

Defensive, Loan frowned. “Excuse me?” He began. “Who invited you?”

“We don’t need any invite,” Drogo smiled as he walked towards the rest of the group. “It’s the woods, it’s a public place.”

Entertained, Scarlett focused her gaze on Ezra. She had taken in that he had looked extremely beautiful under the moonlight, his skin had almost shimmered, as if he was a missing piece of the moon itself.

Scarlett had wondered if he dyed his hair to the shade that it is was, but the colour of his hair had been the same shade as his eyelashes, long and full and had emphasised the greenness of his orbs. He was so breath-taking she couldn’t understand it, her immense attraction to the boy, and once he smiled, she felt her heart clench in liaison but once she realised that he had smiled at her, Scarlett blinked herself back into reality.

“Guess I stole Bloody Scarlett’s attention,” Ezra smiled and entertained, Drogo coughed out a laugh.

Embarrassed, Scarlett folded her arms as she turned her sight away from both Drogo and Ezra. “I’m going to get a drink,” she wistfully whispered fore she walked away from them.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As she laid her back against a body of a tree, Scarlett softly sipped the beverage that had been displayed almost everywhere the party had been in, her eyes soft as she admired the nature that had been beneath her feet, Scarlett softly hummed to the lyrics that had been playing through the portable speakers Loan had brought.

She hadn’t mined the circumstance she had been in, she had brief conversations with some students from the University and others who came from other educational areas, though, Scarlett had felt her night had become better when she recognised the arrival of her newest friend, Sarah Osborne.

With a smile, Scarlett lowered her drink. “I’m glad there’s a female friendly face here now,” Scarlett said before she brought herself to hug Sarah.  

“Nice to see you,” Sarah greeted and once she let go of Scarlett, she looked around the party to see who else had been here. “Though, it’s not nice to see Drogo and his gang here.”

Scarlett had then snorted. “I thought Drogo wouldn’t be here since he doesn’t like Loan,” Scarlett shared as she had then hugged herself. Ever since she died, she had never liked the woods, each scent and feeling of the field had almost triggered her every time. “I hate the woods.”

Eyes curious, Sarah gently sagged her shoulders. “Why?” She asked and with a sad smile, Scarlett had lifted her drink to her mouth.

“That’s a story for another day,” Scarlett whispered before she took another drink---and compassionate, Sarah beckoned her head as she had then begun to join drinking with her new friend.

Their brief parley had been sweet and warm hearted, but per usual, all good things must come to an end, and the entity that had brought the bad had been Samantha Gautier; and her presence had disrupted the converses from many students, their whispers had almost covered the music with how much people had been speaking and surprised, Scarlett could not help but laugh.

Samantha who had then walked to Loan, her face stuck and angry had pointed her slim finger towards Scarlett, eyes dark and raged once she realised the presence of her enemy. “Why is she here?” She rudely seethed her comment which had immediately caused everyone to stop speaking and watch in anticipation.

“Didn’t know you had authority over the invitation list,” Loan frowned and upset, Samantha clenched her fists before she continued to complain about Scarlett’s invite; unbothered, Scarlett passed her drink to Sarah.

“I’m going to go take a piss,” Scarlett said as she picked up her handbag.

“Go piss girl,” Sarah smiled and humoured Scarlett snorted at the silly reference before she left to go to a private area to relieve herself.

When she had finished, she had taken out the water bottle she had in her bag and used it to wash her hands. As she got back to her feet, there had been a strange wind that had pushed passed her, the pressure had hastily thrown Scarlett into a spin of memories of the time she had first turned into a Vampire.

Anxious, Scarlett had attempted to walk away, as if the further she’d use her feet the faster she’d return to reality, but it had appeared as if life had been against her at this very moment, the morbid details of her turn, her fear of not seeing her parents again and the true feeling of loss and being chased by the very thing that had turned her---

“Scarlett?”

Ezra?

Surprised, Scarlett turned to look at Drogo’s friend who had seemed just as surprised to see her. Awkward, Scarlett stood up straight while Ezra had then sent the curly-haired girl a welcoming smile. On the defence, Scarlett crossed her arms while she had then furrowed her eyebrows. “Ezra,” she rudely mumbled as she had not wanted to hear another word from him, Scarlett aimed to return to the party.

“Wait no—” Ezra desperately called out and without thinking he had grabbed Scarlett’s wrist as she attempted to walk by him.

“Let go of me!” Scarlett hissed and apologetic, Ezra let go of her.

“I’m sorry,” he atoned. “I’m sorry for calling you Bloody Scarlett.”

Unmoved, Scarlett rolled her eyes before she pushed out a sarcastic chuckle. “Sure.”

“I’ve always found you pretty,” Ezra exposed and as she arched her right eyebrow, Scarlett looked up at him.

She had found him unbelievable, had he found her pathetic? An easy target? “Always?” Scarlett repeated as she rudely looked him up and down. “You’ve only met me a day ago.”

In response, Ezra sheepishly laughed. “You’re right, good point,” he smiled, his smile enough to set her in a good mood but Scarlett clenched her fist, she didn’t want to allow Ezra to easily pierce through her walls. “I still think you’re really beautiful, and I want to get to know you more, and I promise, I’ll make people stop calling you Bloody Scarlett.”

“In exchange to have people stop calling me that, I’ll have to date you?” Scarlett said, now both eyebrows raised.

As he laughed, Ezra leaned closer to her, truthfully tempted to hold and stroke her hair. “No, but if you do agree to be with me, I’ll try my best to make you the happiest woman.”

With a smile, Scarlett looked into his green eyes, slightly lifted by his statement. “Well, you’re already doing what you had promised,” she giggled. “I’ll be a happier woman if you kissed me.”

“My pleasure,” he gently whispered before he took Scarlett within his arms, softly he had closed his mouth against hers, eyes shut as he easily fell into her sweet embrace, he had been first to moan as he slowly traced her jaw with his fingers as he slid his thigh between her legs, tight, Scarlett briefly tucked in her stomach in surprise, her tongue had smoothly licked against his as she could feel Ezra wrap his free arm around the lower of her waist, as he pulled Scarlett further up his thigh, Scarlett lightly yelped as she could feel the soft friction rub against her sex.

Hands against his chest, Scarlett gently pushed Ezra away, Ezra who had looked at Scarlett with a flustered and embarrassed expression had quickly atoned for his heated actions, yet before Scarlett could forgive him, a soft snap of a twig had gained their attention.

Drogo had stood close to them, a dark look on his face that had quickly been replaced by a neutral expression. “It’s time to go home,” he said and surprised, Scarlett pulled the rest of her body away from Ezra.

“Didn’t know I had a curfew,” Scarlett frowned and immobile, Drogo shoved his hands into his pockets, his amber eyes that had wanted to express his dire disappointment hidden with an impish flair.

“Well, if you had better behaviour in school, maybe you wouldn’t have one,” Drogo said and with the curve of her eyes, Scarlett softly turned to look at Ezra.

With an apologetic expression, Scarlett softly stroked Ezra’s hand. “I’ll see you soon,” she said and with a smile, Ezra had winked at her, significantly aware of the cloudy expression Drogo had sent towards him before she had joined with the Bartholy to their route back home.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The walk to her car had been silent, which had been a surprise to Scarlett as Drogo always found a reason to speak and annoy anyone he interacted with. As she had noted that the blonde boy hadn’t arrived to the woods with his car, she furrowed her eyebrows, arms folded as she returned her sight towards him.

“You like taking walks, don’t you?” Scarlett inquired as she unlocked her car with the button on her key.

As he had smirked, Drogo walked over to the passenger seat beside Scarlett’s chair. “Sure do,” he said as he ducked under and crept into the vehicle. “Well, enough about me,” he said. “You always find yourself to be under the limelight, starting to think you’re an attention seeker.”

Both eyebrows raised, Scarlett sighed at his statement before she spoke. “I promise,” she began with her faux sentence. “I won’t get into any more fights,” she said and while Drogo laughed in response, he leaned his head against the head of the seat.

“Now, you’re dating one of my friends,” Drogo listed and confused, Scarlett looked at Drogo with the side of her eyes.

Judgmental, Scarlett gripped the steering wheel as she quickly drove down the empty town road. “I now need your permission to start seeing him?” Scarlett rudely asked, and with a snort, Drogo bounced his shoulders.

“Of course not,” Drogo said but as his eyes sparkled in mischief, Drogo turned his head towards her. “But when he breaks your heart, don’t come crying to me.”

Eyebrows scrunched in disapproval; Scarlett screwed her face as kickback she responded. “I will never go to you whenever it comes to my connection with him,” she clarified and with a side smile Drogo turned to look out the window and relaxed throughout the rest of the trip.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Once again, Nicolae had been in the foyer the second Scarlett stepped into the manor. Compared to before, Nicolae had a kinder look which had reassured Scarlett that she wasn’t going to be berated by him. “How was the party?” Nicolae questioned and as she quickly wiped her bottom feet against the welcome mat, Scarlett softly shrugged her shoulders.

“The party was okay,” Scarlett responded before she looked back at Drogo who made his way to stand next to her. “But I believe you made Drogo be my nanny.”

Nicolae had then laughed; his response had made Scarlett suspiciously perk her right eyebrow. “So, I am correct?” She judgmentally asked and as she copied Nicolae and folded her arms, she sent Drogo a side-look, aware of the proud expression he had on his face.

“Half-truth,” Nicolae corrected and taken aback, Scarlett leaned her weight onto her left foot.

She had then responded. “I don’t need a baby-sitter,” she said. “Last time I checked, I’m the nanny, and for your sister.”

“You have been causing trouble the second you’ve come here,” Nicolae responded and offended, Scarlett moved her hands to her hips. “I just wanted to know if you’d be okay.”

Half-humoured, Scarlett released a breathy chuckle. “All I did was have a bloody nose and punch Samantha in the face,” she stated. “I don’t need a nanny.”

“I’m being cautious,” Nicolae straight-forwardly replied and with clenched teeth, Scarlett had then licked her lips.

She had comprehended she wouldn’t win this argument so she had given Nicolae a faux smile. “Thank you,” she had then said ere she had walked past him and went to walk up the stairs.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

With the back of her head against her pillows, Scarlett had tried many times to fall asleep, but it had seemed like the Night Goddess had been against her, the harsh and loud whispers that would crawl and drag through her head had caused Scarlett to become uncomfortable.

She had never had this circumstance occur to her before, but her first night she had spent under the Bartholy Manor, she had barely dreamed but had been terrorised by lucid images and persistent whispers that had attempted to encourage Scarlett to leave, but like the whispers, Scarlett had been stubborn to exit.

“Get out!”

“Leave here!”

Bothered, Scarlett had screwed her eyes shut, hands at the side of her head as she whimpered and groaned at how the voices began to increase in volume. “Why?” Scarlett inquired and adamant, the voices continued.

“Leave!”

“Leave this home!”

“Leave Mystery Spell!”

“Scarlett!”

“Scarlett, go!”

“He’s coming for you…”

“The strange man…he’s coming for you!”

Startled, Scarlett had shot awake, hands gripped and dug into her bed sheets as she had begun to pant and fearfully looked around her dark bedroom, carefully as reached for her collarbone and slowly stroked her skin to calm herself, Scarlett gently furrowed her eyebrows before she spoke. “The strange man?” Scarlett muttered under her breath ere her mind pierced into an old memory, aiding her to remember who they had meant, the strange man, the man who turned her.

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[dollyyun]

🗂️ wip tag game! 🗂️

make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have WIPs. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

ruby's note: thank you my beautiful kaykay @wwooyology for the tag <3 as much as i adore my current fic ideas/wip, I can't guarantee when or if these would be released because i'm obv a slow writer and writers block often get my ass, and lastly, my hyperfixation is terrible (adhd things). motivation plays a huge role too. but I do hope that these drafts would be released before the day I decide to retire from writing :3 also you are welcome to ask about any of my wip! I love yapping about my fic ideas to someone (mama aj is my victim most of the time)

WIP LIST

HYUNG LINE

one shot fics: 1-800-hot-and-fun - (reverse harem/poly, camgirl!reader) lost in the heat - (older alpha!hyung line x omega!reader; one shot, reverse harem/poly, 5 years age gap) bloody prey - (ghostface!hyung line who are also vampires, human!reader, psycho killers, yanderes) series: sector 1: the outbreak - (inspired by resident evil, dystopia-ish, horror, apocalypse, fantasy-ish element, morally grey characters, federal agents, mercenaries, and more, reverse harem) twisted games - (mafia princes!hyung line series; different tropes w reader - ex-lovers, arranged marriage element, ex-childhood best friends, fiancé’s brother, reverse harem) gods and monsters - (supernatural villains!hyung line x hunter!reader, inspired by lad otome game, hyung line characters inspired by lad male leads, reverse harem) game on, players - (ice hockey players!hyung line, reverse harem)

HEESEUNG

one shot fics: i wish i hated you - (ex-lovers to strangers to lovers, fake dating, angst) 2 hands - (f1racer!heeseung x popstar!reader, long distance relationship kinda but they’re on a break, angst) my undercover lover - (hitman!heeseung x sweet girlfriend!reader, soft love kinda, angst) hush - (older brother’s best friend, one-sided love-ish, light angst) sweetheart - (dad’s best friend, heeseung is 39 and reader is 21, soft love) you're losing me - (arranged marriage, husband!heeseung, heavy angst)

JAY

one shot fics: call it what you want - (older sugar daddy!jay; strangers to lovers, 12 years age gap, jay’s a huge simp and a loverboy) close to you - (underground fighter!jay x highschool teacher!reader, single dad!jay, 5 years age gap, angst) better man - (hitman!jay, ex-lovers to strangers to lovers, secret child trope, angst) into you - (bodyguard!jay x mafia princess!reader, strangers to lovers, grumpy x sunshine)

JAKE

one shot fics: hopelessly yours - (ice hockey player!jake x ice hockey player!reader; rivals-enemies to lovers, next-door neighbours, angst) supernatural - (husband!jake, arranged marriage but they get along well, soft love, fluffs, green flag jake) dangerous woman (hitman!jake x agent!reader, golden retriever x black cat, jake is a huge simp for grumpy-nonchalant reader)

SUNGHOON

one shot fics: right where you left me - (hitman!sunghoon; ex lovers to strangers to lovers, angst) down bad - (best friend’s older brother!sunghoon, cold grumpy x wild sunshine, angst)

JUNGWON

one shot fics: stuck with you - (best friends to lovers, unrequited love kinda) babydoll - (street racer!jungwon x shy good girl!reader, semi-college au)

MAKNAE LIKE

series: devil’s knights’ game - (spinoff, poly/reverse harem)

OT7

series: the heirs - (ootg revamped) eternal curse - (revamped)

tagging: anyone who wants to join <3

[brynn-lear]

⌜📽️⌟ ⌜📽️⌟ i. Teyvat Times [Genshin Impact] ii. Velvet Rumors [Persona Series] iii. The Blue Sea Star [Honkai Star Rail] iv. Fodlan Winds [Fire Emblem, to be added] v. Specials [original content, to be added]

【i.】 Teyvat Times

✧ When The Cypress Tree Wilts ✧ Yan!Kamisato Ayato Fanfic Kamisato Ayato, the sole survivor of Teyvat, struggles to cope with grief. He finds solace in the company of a fellow survivor, (Y/n), on the Astral Express. Although the two came from different universes, with him being a fictional character on (Y/n)'s end, he had grown fond of them. Perhaps too fond for Mister Yang's liking. He has seen this story played out once already. 𓂂 Read here

✦ His Dog ✦ Dottore Drabble "You're 0.0035 seconds late. Do better." 𓂂 Read here

✧ Grievances ✧ Yan!Zhongli Comic "Why..." 𓂂 See here

✦ Papers, Please ✦ Thoma Angst Fic Exploring the possibility that the resistance failed, Inazuma's borders became stricter than ever before. Thoma begs the inspector to let (Y/n) in last minute, but it's a far more challenging ordeal for a "fixer" 𓂂 Read here

✧ "So I could've told her-" ✧ Yan!Neuvillette Comic Regency yandere au where Neuvillette doesn't know how to express his affections properly since childhood 𓂂 See here

✦ Little Mermaid ✦ Yan!Al Haitham Comic Aphotic: sea witch grants you a dangerous wish. it affects your lover. 𓂂 See here

✧ Pantomime of the Night ✧ Yan!Arlecchino Fancomic Comic inspired by a yandere vampire!arle fic written by harmonysanreads 𓂂 See here

✦ Capitano's So-Called Liability ✦ Yan!Capitano Series You, cursed to live as an elderly woman after losing a bet to Alice, decided to live your best life by watching thrills as the assistant of the most powerful man in Teyvat: Capitano. However, it seems that with you, he would gladly walk at a slower pace. (#Capitano's So-Called Liability, I'll make a proper masterlist later.) 𓂂 Chapter 1 (Start), 𓂂 Comic 1𓂂 HCs 1

✧ "Ship" In A Bottle ✦ Diluc Drabble Diluc doesn't seem to like the ex-pirate who visits Angel's Share all that much, but he'll change his mind soon enough. 𓂂 Read here

✦ Paging Dr. Zandik ✦ Yan!Dottore Drabble A House MD au because I love House MD it's my childhood. 𓂂 Read here

✧ Inequitable Ransom ✦ Yandere!Kaveh Comic You made a grievous error, thinking that kidnapping the Light of the Kshrawerar would land you some easy money. For the past months, you've done nothing but befriend and lower his guard. The truth, however, was far more depressing than you thought. You've heard this line a million times before, but it's true... The hunter can become the hunted 𓂂 See here

✦ Learning Fear ✦ Yan!Dottore/Agent!Reader Drabble "Agent Without Fear". 𓂂 Read here

【ii.】 Velvet Rumors

✧ A Tasteless Cup ✧ Yan!Akira Kurusu Fanfic After the destruction of your previous reality, you and Akira Kurusu landed in Teyvat. In an effort to stay afloat, Akira had set up a book café in Mondstadt alongside you. However, is this the true flavor of "Freedom"? 𓂂 Read here

【iii.】 The Blue Sea Star

✧ WhoDrankIt ✧ Yandere Various!H:SR OTOME GAME!!! You (name changeable) are a hardworking and full-pledged human cafe owner in Penacony City. Your Dreamjolt Cafe has been a go-to for residents and tourists alike. But your loved ones' lives took a sharp turn for the worst when you decided to take a much-needed vacation back to your homeland, Perlas. While your family eagerly awaited your arrival, you disappeared en route. Where did you go? How did this happen? Who did this? Was it... (Tap to learn more) 𓂂 The Original Comic 𓂂 The Otome Game 1.0 Beta Link

✦ If You Were Church... ✦ Yan!Sunday Art "I'll get on my knees." 𓂂 See here

✧ The Lovely Miss Sparkle! ✧ Sparkle Sketches Come take a look! In 5... 4... 3... 2... 𓂂 See here

✦ He Changed Himself For You... ✦ Yan!Gallagher Comic Gallagher knows more about you than he knows himself. And if he could just mold himself to be your type... 𓂂 See here

✧ The Dog Days Are Over ✧ Gallagher Sketches Just a place for me to dump general Gallagher art sketches 𓂂 See here

✦ A Happy Farm Life ✦ Yandere Dog!Gallagher HCs & Sketches yandere half-dog!Gallagher and forgetful farmer!reader au collection. 𓂂 See here, 2

✧ GALLAGHER PROPAGANDA ✧ Yan!Gallagher HCs He had to win, okay- 𓂂 Read here

✦ I Am The Righteous Hand Of God. ✦ Sunday & Gallagher Animatic I am the devil that you forgot. 𓂂 See here

✧ Don't Be Foolish ✧ Yandere Emanator!Dr. Ratio Comic Don't make me worry, again. 𓂂 See here

✦ Nah Bro We MILKIN' ✦ Yandere Dog!Gallagher Drabbles & Sketches I swore I made this as a joke. 𓂂 See here

✧ Family Matters ✧ Gallagher/RobinHill Drabble Robin keeps getting pestered by your older brother, Sunday. 𓂂 Read here

✦ Holding A Wedding On Top Of His Funeral ✦ Yandere Rancher!Gallagher & Yandere Cowboy!Boothill Art Yandere rancher!Gallagher vs Yandere cowboy!Boothill over a mail order bride!reader fic when? When I'm done with the event probably- 𓂂 See here

✧ Interactions ✧ Yandere!Boothill w/ Speckled Drabble Don't drink with Boothill. 𓂂 Read here

✦ Prime Minister's Child ✦ Assassin!Boothill vs Bodyguard!Argenti Concept The amount of boothill i'm putting in this masterlist is lowkey funny ngl 𓂂 Read here

✧ Citrus Hands ✧ Sunday Drabble Ask him to peel oranges. Trust me. 𓂂 Read here

✦ Daily Respite ✦ Sunday Drabble Potato chips. 𓂂 Read here

✧ The Abduction of King (Y/n) ✧ Yandere!Mydei Fic The new Stellaron Hunter, King (Y/n), is always welcome to visit the Express. Life has a way of changing a person… And Mydei couldn't accept his beloved’s new “whatever will be, will be” attitude. 𓂂 Read here

【iv.】 Fodlan Winds

✧ “Come on, teach. Don't make me delete your saves.” ✧ Yan!Claude Von Riegan Comic He knows you're playing. But why aren't you choosing Golden Deer...? 𓂂 See here

【v.】 Specials

✧ Perforate and Permeate ✧ Yan!Illumi Zoldyck Comic based on teabutmakeitazure's fic

Red flags start appearing in the form of odd piercings on taxi drivers. The feeling of something horribly off surrounds you, but in the end, some people are always powerless, aren't they?

𓂂 See here

"If you are looking for Ms. Lear's personal journals instead, please follow me."

[hellcatinnc]

"Konnichiwa! Hajimemashite, watashi wa Danyale de desu yoroshiku"

Hi welcome to my Tumblr, my name is Danyale and this is a little about me and my blog. I have been into anime mostly shoujo, josei, supernatural for the last 2 years as well as into otome games. I will share my reviews of love interests and games that are otome, shoujo, josei, dating sim, and more. I also post some NSFW, Smut, Adult Fanfic, & Spoilers because I make fandom videos so be warned now but all things are tagged. Anyways hope you enjoy your stay and feel free to say hello I have many interests below if you see we have something in common say hi!

My social media:

Youtube

Tumblr

Reddit

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MASTERLIST

Writings/Fan Fics/Reviews/Walkthroughs

#2 Writings/Fan Fics/Reviews/Walkthroughs

AMV/GMV Videos

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Current Obsessions:

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Current Anime's Watching:

Uta no Prince Sama (season 4)

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! S2

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

The Ancient Magus' Bride S2

The Rising of the Shield Hero

The Case Studies Of Vanitas

Promise of Wizard

Anyway, I'm Falling in Love with You.

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Now Playing:

Piofiore Fated Memories

Charade Maniacs

My Next Life As A Villainess: all Routes Lead To Doom! - Pirates Of The Disturbance -

Love And Deepspace

Tears Of Themis

Tengoku Struggle -Strayside-

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Otome Games:

Forever Favorites:

Sympathy Kiss

Code Realize - All Of Them

Amnesia (All Of Them)

Cupid Parasite

My Forged Wedding

Love Spell Written In The Stars

Glass Heart

EPHEMERAL -FANTASY ON DARK

Variable Barricade

Kamigami No Asobi

Piofiore Fated Memories

Lover Pretend

Collar x Malice

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Anime

Forever Favorites:

Bungo Stray Dogs

Amnesia

Code Realize Guardians Of Rebirth

Wolf Girl & Black Prince

Libra of Nil Admirari

Phantom in the Twilight

Magic-Kyun! Renaissance

Dance With Devils

Mr Love Queens Choice

Brothers Conflict

Diabolik Lovers 1 & 2

Kamigami no Asobi

My Happy Marriage

Uta Prince Sama

Snow White with the Red Hair

The Reason Why Raeliana Ended up at the Duke's Mansion

Tomo-chan Is A Girl

Sugar Apple Fairy Tale

My Apothecary Diaries

7th Time Loop

Endo and Kobayashi Live! The Latest on Tsundere Villainess Lieselotte

A Condition Called Love

Vampire Dormitory

I’ll Become a Villainess Who Goes Down in History

The Do-Over Damsel Conquers The Dragon Emperor

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Favorite Fandom Love Interests

Bungo Stray Dogs

Chūya

Akutagawa

Atsushi

Sigma

Dazai

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Sympathy Kiss

Rokuro Yoshioka

Yoji Kobase

Nori

Esaka

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Code Realize

Saint Germain

Impey

Herlock Sholmes

Fran

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Amnesia

Ikki

Kent

Shin

Ukyo

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Love And Deepspace

Rafayel

Xavier

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Cupid Parasite

Allan

Ryuki

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EPHEMERAL -FANTASY ON DARK

Ray

Natsume

Shiba

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Lover Pretend

Asagi

Riku

Sena

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Radiant Tale

Liyan

Paschalia

Zafora

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Piofiore Fated Memories/1926

Dante Falzone

Nicola Francesca

Gilbert Redford

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Endo and Kobayashi Live! The Latest on Tsundere Villainess Lieselotte

Baldur

Endo

Sieg

Liese

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Misyr - Cafe Enchante

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Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir

Cat Noir

Luka

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My Forged Wedding

Haruka

Tamaki

Yomato

Saeki

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Irresistible Mistakes

Minoru Tsujimoto

Go Okuba

Toma Kiriya

Rei Kamiki

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Scandal In The Spotlight

Nagito

Iori

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Our Private Home Room

Shuya

Ryota

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Brothers Conflict

Tsubaki

Natsume

Fuuto

Kaname

Azusa

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Kamigami no Asobi

Loki

Hades

Balder

Apollon

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Variable Barricade

Ichiya Mitsumori

Shion Mayuzumi

Taiga Isurugi

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Dance With Devils

Rem

Urie

Lindo

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Diabolik Lovers

Azusa

Ruki

Yuma

Subaru

Laito

Ayato

Kou

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Libra of Nil Admirari

Hayato

Shizuru

Akira

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Snow White with the Red Hair

Obi

Zen

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Yukar From The Abyss

Imeru

Kiryl

Pewrep

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Star Crossed Myth

Partheno

Ichthys

Scorpio

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Collar X Malice

Kei

Aiji

Saike

Yoshinari

Mineo

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Tears Of Themis

Marius

Luke

Artem

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Vampire Dormitory

Ren Nikaido

Ruka Saotome

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Luke - Phantom In The Twilight

Teika - Magic Kyun!

Victor - Mr. Love Queens Choice

Kyouya - Wolf Girl & Black Prince

Lord Kudo - My Happy Marriage

Keiya - A Girl & Her Guard Dog

Arnold Hein - 7th Time Loop

Noah Wynknight - Raeliana in Dukes Mansion

Claude Jean Ellmeyer - I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss

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Non Otome Games:

Detroit Become Human

Life Is Strange True Colors

Sims 4

Houseflipper

My Time At Sandrock

Tomb Raider

All Mario Games

Heavy Rain

Dreamfall Chapters

Greedfall

Lake

Last Stop

State Of Mind

Last Day Of June

Road 96

Second Life

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Favorite Blogs

@misschimotosuwa-blog

@dialovers-lover-xoxo

@afra-blueraz

@dialovers-translations

@most-datable-datable-bracket

@reverse-harem-protag

@protags-fic-blog

@xxsycamore

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly