Requestedbyanon: “Hello glorious author-chan! I have a request for you. I have a fun little imagine for you. Can you make an Ikemen Vampire imagine of what their reactions would be like in modern times?”
A/N: I honestly don’t know what this is, like it ended up as the child of a drabble and a headcanon.
Warning: implied smut and nudity (come on Arthur is here)
Napoleon Bonaparte:
He’d be shocked and in awe at the same time.
Wanting to know EVERYTHING about how people live in the 21st century.
Is it a better, easier life? Is everyone treated equally and safe?
He’s astonished by the night lights as well, so bright and beautiful.
It’s absolutely unforgettable and he stays up at night a little longer to watch the busy city below, drinking the beautiful view until he falls asleep.
Also more content with the clothing fashion.
Yes it’s very unusual to him since he’s not used to it but clothes used to be so uncomfortable, especially for women.
Though he really didn’t feel comfortable with such revealing clothes.
He’s very cute about it around you though, hiding in your neck with flushed, embarrassed cheeks.
Leonardo Da Vinci:
Doesn’t show his amazement as much except through his tone of voice.
Wants to know how a phone works.
Surprisingly – or unsurprisingly – not having to explain it regularly, he picks up on it very quickly.
He’s very impressed.
Your days were divided into visiting shops, showing him technologies, public transport, probably every single thing about the city and cuddling in bed and showing him how the TV works because “the mattress is so comfortable”.
Even though you know how comfortable a surface is, never stopped him from falling asleep.
He really likes it in the modern day.
I think he would be one of the residents that would fit in rather quickly and easily.
Comte De Saint Germain:
It’s not that much of a shocker for him for obvious reasons but because you’d spent your life in modern day, he got to see your view and had a much positive outlook on it.
Not that it was negative to begin with, he just didn’t pay as much attention to it before and now that he has, it’s eye opening, in a way.
He loved the sparkle in your eyes as you rejoiced in the things you used to know before you travelled back in time.
It was a sight for sore eyes.
He enjoyed visiting with you, even though he spent more time seeing the twinkle in your eyes than being happy over the smaller things.
Comte is much more open about PDA for obvious reasons and he feels the modern day is something the both of you share as a precious memory now.
Arthur Conan Doyle:
His demeanour is one of someone who’s seen everything already but the huge smile and eyes just showed that he was a little boy excited about discovering everything.
Arthur dragged you around to tell him how things work if he couldn’t pick up on by himself.
You went to a mall and Victoria’s Secret caught his eye so fast it was S C A R Y.
“Try this sweetheart, and this and this-”
Yes, despite all your protests, you spent the whole day in the store trying on clothes for him.
He enjoyed it very much.
Arthur promised he would discover something new with you that didn’t involved being naked.
How nice of him *chokes*
It was a tiring day for you since you did all the standing, changing and displaying for him.
But the night provided to be very rewarding hehe
If you know what I mean
;)
You know what I mean, why am I saying this.
Theodorus Van Gogh:
He has a similar behaviour to Arthur at first, indifferent behaviour but very curious eyes.
You can tell he doesn’t want to ask questions but wants the answers.
So you just start talking and explaining things.
He’s a little flushed because he would have told you to stop talking by now but he doesn’t since you’re informing him on everything.
Theo would keep visiting until you got tired and wouldn’t hesitate to carry you back to your place and cuddle up on the couch.
Showing him how the TV works but he prefers sleeping in your bed because it’s so comfy and he can hug you.
Vincent Van Gogh:
“WOW!” *sparkly eyes*
Asks you about EVERYTHING
Holds your hand the whole time.
Also he apologises for always inquiring about everything.
Reassuring him that it’s alright.
Proceeds to go back to questioning everything.
Politely asks if you guys can go to an exhibition the next day to see paintings and saying yes.
Very gladly cuddling in your neck and saying how amazing everything is.
He’s too cute T-T
Vincent was smiling in his sleep because he got to discover so many new things with you and he couldn’t express how content he was.
Your heart is constantly melting as he acts like an overjoyed puppy.
He’s forever thankful to you and this will always be engraved in his memory.
Amadeus Mozart:
The pianist can’t physically hide his amazement.
“Can we go to an instrument store?”
Holds your hand tightly and keeps you close like he’s protecting you.
When in fact it should be the other way around given that you have lived your entire life in the modern day.
But you already knew that ♀️
His eyes light up more than they already did when you enter an empty store and there are three or four pianos.
Mozart let his fingers caress the smooth surface, taking in all the details of the instruments.
He’s relieved that they didn’t change as significantly as everything else in the world.
Lowkey wants to buy all the pianos because he wants to try them.
A very confused boy at attire.
And blushing at how more ‘revealing’ they are.
He could get used to this.
Jean D’Arc:
He would be in silent shock, staying close to you and looking around in amazement.
Jean would be pretty shy about asking too many questions, not wanting to bother you.
Reassuring him that it was fine, similar to Vincent.
Jean was somehow more considerate about it, not wanting to bother you with his inquiries.
Whispering questions and trying so hard to try and make sense of things himself, sometimes it works, kind of!!
Like Napoleon, he’s relieved the world is happier and fairer.
It was a huge shock for him at first, everything was different, but he was fortunate enough to be with you.
Now he reminisces of the experience as a magical moment that will forever be engraved in his memory.
Isaac Newton:
Absolutely astonished.
He has so many questions but he didn’t know where to start.
Similar to Jean, he was a little shy about asking questions and trying to solve things on his own.
Being surprised at how complex things turn out to be.
Isaac has mixed emotions about knowing that the foundation of physics are his three famous laws.
Because the world seemed overwhelmingly unknown and huge, he nearly clung onto you.
You locked your arm with his, seeing his unease but also not wanting to trouble you.
He felt better instantly and silently thanked you, blushing in embarrassment.
The first thing you taught him was what a phone was and about the kindergarden/school system.
You reminisce about how he went along into town with Napoleon to attempt to teach children.
It wasn’t a particular detail he would have inquired about but he feels strangely relieved about it.
He was touched by the small details you remember about him and he keeps it in mind.
It was an unforgettable experience for him to have with you.
But something he does not want to let go is the bed, it’s shockingly comfortable for him.
Osamu Dazai:
“Wow, are you seeing this (Not Y/N)-chan?”
“That’s not my name-”
“What is this?”
No shame about asking whatsoever.
“Miraculous!”
A lot of him grinning and praising everything and anything, including you.
“You’re delightful (Y/N)-chan, such an interesting answer!”
“D-did you just call me by my nam-”
“Are you coming (Not Y/N)-chan?”
“Nevermind,” you grumble, pouting as you follow behind him.
He chuckled, finding you so cute before cupping your cheeks and openly kissing you in public.
Dazai finds even more amusement with how flushed you are for a while as you clung onto his arm, answering questions with a breathy tone.
Despite his second degree humour throughout everything, he’s actually thoroughly enjoyed spending time doing this with you and becoming a treasured memory.
William Shakespeare:
He was actually rendered speechless for a long while.
Which was unusual for him obviously.
But it was a little disconcerting for him since he always had something to say.
You couldn’t help but eye him admiring everything.
Despite his unnerving silence, the way his eyes lit up was something that you didn’t know you needed to witness.
It looked like he found something to look forward to in life. (can’t relate lol)
That thought alone made you hopeful and sad at the same time.
He was always very polite and considerate about inquiring about things.
As in, he always read the ‘room’ before asking, wanting to stay in your good graces, even though he is already in them.
Finding the bed in your place being painfully heaven-like.
If he wasn’t as invested in learning about the modern world, he would totally examine and savour the beauty that is a bed.
Without you knowing, however, he would spend a lot of time studying you as well.
It was fascinating to him, seeing you enjoying yourself in your natural habitat.
Sebastian:
I mean he lived there before so there isn’t much to say.
He does reminisce a lot though, all previous memories rushing back.
Just as if the residents were a long dream.
One thing that surprised him a little was that he enjoyed spending time with you in the modern day so much that it’s in a smal, different compartment in his brain altogether.
Basically nostalgia but also happy new memories.
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Comte, I think you just triggered a tsun-explosion?
LMAO HE PLAYED HIMSELF THERE like Sebastian told it was Comte who decided the teams and thought he’d have it easy by pairing with the tsuns lol
Mama Comte is mad, this isn’t what he was expecting so he yeets the tsuns into the library, because yanno… what could possibly go wrong in sending them to the place that might as well be considered Leonardo’s second bedroom?
ikemen vampire | E | 6198 le comte de saint-germain / OC
Seiya has always kept her feelings for Comte under wraps, but what happens when something lets it slip? Will it finally awaken what has been hiding in Comte’s heart for the longest time?
-
When Seiya realizes that her most treasured bound leather notebook is in Arthur’s hands, her instinct is to lunge at him. What she doesn’t expect is that he would drop it.
Her heart falls to the ground as quickly as her notebook does; the loose sheets of paper littered extensively with little notes about and drawings of no one else buthim,of course, Le Comte de Saint-Germain, fly out into the air.
To fall like paper snow onto the waiting garden, where said Comte is taking his afternoon tea.
“Arthur!” is the most of a reprimand she manages to shriek out before she’s running off to the stairs to pick up what’s left of her dignity scattered on the garden grounds.
-
By the time she gets there, Sebastian has picked up a considerable amount of her loose drawings, both to her relief andembarrassment. She scrambles to gather what else is there, her face heating up with every page she lifts. Comte, reading in the study. Comte, addressing the residents at a dinner party. Comte, in the more formal clothes he wears for events. Comte, Comte, Comte.
All her wandering thoughts about him, strewn across the grass like confetti.
Arthur arrives soon after, to reach out an arm to help. She frowns at him deeply, the corners of her eyes shiny with tears.
“Now, now, no need to be so up—”
“This is your fault,” Seiya whispers lowly, trying her best so that Comte does not hear her. The tone in her voice makes Arthur stand back up, hand scratching the back of his neck.
She doesn’t know what to do. Her little crush on le Comte wasn’t exactly a secret—but it sort of was. To Comte, at least. Her closest friends had an inkling, but Vincent and Isaac weren’t exactly the type that pried. She’s sure Sebastian knows just because he’s Sebastian. And the more observant ones like Arthur and Theo definitely would have known too.
And Maybe Comte, too, but—there’s nothing like confirming a rumor, confessing a crime, with a gallery’s worth of art stumbling out of a window, right?
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to say it: keeping it a secret was just the least she could do to quiet her heart.
Leonardo is one of her closest companions. He has also been with Saint-Germain longer than anyone else in the mansion. So when Leonardo told her not to keep her hopes up about Comte, she said, “okay.”
And at this point, she’s mastered the art of keeping her feelings bottled tightly in her heart. She pours it out only in the scribbles of her pen.
And now it was here, laid bare in front of Saint-Germain’s eyes.
She holds back the sniffle as she gets up from her knees. Sebastian approaches her while she’s dusting her skirt, a sheaf of her drawings in hand. Her heart rises to her throat once she notices that the Comte is, in fact, watching her.
She has only the briefest of moments to speak before her voice goes away altogether. With a nod to Sebastian in thanks, she says, “Sorry for interrupting your tea time, Comte,” bowing lowly in regret before turning away again, heading off to the mansion sadly, Arthur following close behind.
-
Comte watches her without a word as she makes her escape back to the mansion. He had wanted to help, rising from his chair to pick up some of the illustrations, but he was sent back down by Sebastian. The butler said he should leave the menial task to him. That was rather true, by etiquette, but in consideration of the contents of the drawings, Comte knew better.
He knows Seiya is an artist. She spends a lot of her free time drawing quietly in nooks and crannies she finds comfortable to work in. Sometimes she joins Vincent out when he paints. Sometimes she accompanies Napoleon and Isaac when they go to teach the kids, so she can sketch and draw out in the city with company. She had even shown him some of her illustrations in the past—but only with a little nagging from Leonardo.
…Ah, yes, Leonardo.
Seiya and Leonardo have a peculiar relationship, one that Comte has always thought was akin to lovers. When she first arrived at the mansion, Comte had asked his old friend if he could leave Seiya in his care. There were complaints—as he expected—but Leonardo took up the favor in time. It has been months since then, and she and Leonardo are rather intimately close to one another; it’s easy to find them snuggled against each other in random sofas in the mansion sleeping. There are also mornings when they both emerge out of Leonardo’s room in the morning for breakfast.
It was hard not to imagine that they were lovers.
But were they?
Comte had never given it much thought because while the hunger resides in him, a wolf sleeping in the cave, he isn’t the type to go after something, someone, that his friend already holds. He has no interest in coveting something that isn’t available to him, to begin with. In hindsight, he recalls that Leonardo hadn’t spoken to him about anything regarding his relationship with Seiya either, so perhaps—
“More tea, sir?”
He takes a deep breath. Thinks of Seiya with her lavender hair and her light blue eyes, glassy when she looked at him earlier, sheets of paper with his face on it in her hands.
The heart is a troublesome thing, he thinks, as he hands his teacup quietly to Sebastian.
-
Saint-Germain had intended to just let it unravel.
For the mystery to go on its own pace. For him to wait until Seiya is ready to tell her feelings for him to his face.
Unfortunately for the poor Comte, his heart is a stubborn one.
It happens before he even notices—how his eyes begin to wander. Up and down the mansion when he is unoccupied, hoping for a glimpse of her in the hallway. When he sees her and she is busy, he watches. Eyes grazing the curves of her body, the long lines of her legs, and the roundness of her breasts arching against the seams of her corset.
Seiya is a quiet girl, and for that, she does most of her talking through the rest of her body; the way she tugs at her sleeves when she is nervous, the little tug of the corner of her mouth when she is pleased, the crinkle of her nose when she is embarrassed, the way her eyebrows shoot up when she is surprised. Comte had noticed these in the past, and perhaps have teased her a little about it as well, but—until now, he hadn’t really thought much about it.
It’s different now.
Now, when he gets the opportunity to talk to her, he notices all the little things: the flush on her cheeks, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear, the way she curls forward toward him when he speaks. It even gets to the point where hegets embarrassed with how lost he is in the conversation, marveling at all the little details he is only now noticing. How much had he been missing all this time, and how long had he been blind?
This goes on for days, then weeks. Comte is astonished at himself for every little thing he notices. He and Seiya do not bring up what had happened with the drawings. Perhaps they do not need to. Eventually they return to their friendly conversations as if nothing had happened at all, as if it was just another mishap tucked away into the past.
He never sees the notebook again—as if she is much more careful with where it is now, away from his sight.
But there are other things Comte notices.
About himself. The way something in his heart stills whenever he sees her cuddled against Leonardo in the library while reading a book. The way a smile rises golden in his face whenever she comes up to him, to tell him about a new painting or a new musical piece or a new chapter of Sherlock Holmes. The way his heart pounds when it’s late at night and he remembers her, a fleeting thought that casts glitters all over his mind, thoughts he will try to brush away but still find there, hiding in its corners, an eternity from now.
The way he becomes more watchful of how Leonardo takes care of her—has she eaten? Where did she fall asleep, where are you carrying her to?—like he is trying to take on the role, see if he can fit a spot next to her in between the two of them, even if he isn’t so sure she is his for the taking.
Le Comte de Saint-Germain is a greedy man.
Leonardo knows this. And Leonardo notices.
Comte does not.
And just like that, the sleeping wolf begins to wake.
-
Leonardo doesn’t often go out on trips. In his long history of staying with Saint-Germain, Leonardo’s trips were often of the “I don’t know if I’ll come back” nature—the kind with the hanging goodbyes only those who have the rest of eternities to live can truly become accustomed to.
He goes to the city, sure, beloved as he is to the other citizens downtown, but to go out on long trips outside of Paris isn’t something that occurred a lot, except if he was running away. So when Leonardo announces that he would be out for “a couple of weeks to the countryside”, Comte knows that there is something up.
And true enough, there issomething up, because when asked why he was leaving, Leonardo’s answer is the most deadpan “I’m getting tired of seeing you make that face.”
Comte understands without elaboration.
In a few days, Leonardo is gone.
The weeks leading up to Leonardo’s departure meant that Seiya hung around him like a baby koala a lot. Once he’d left, she is left drifting about, wandering the halls as if looking for anchor—spending time with Isaac, watching Vincent paint.
But it’s the nights that are ruthless.
Sleeping in her room with a too-big bed in a too-quiet mansion that smells too clean without the constant assault of tobacco—Seiya somehow cannot sleep properly without Leonardo around. Her sleep becomes so erratic she has become a sort of Leonardo herself, being found by the residents sleeping in the middle of the day in the most unexpected of places—on a stool in the kitchen, leaning against the countertop; in the gazebo at the garden, Vic and King at her side; on the sofa in the library, curled up uncomfortably.
Comte finds himself walking down the hallways of the mansion looking for her at odd hours of the day, a blanket in tow, to make sure she is comfortable, to make sure she is warm. He knows that to her he is not Leonardo, but he can try to be a suitable substitute.
In truth, she sleeps because when she is awake, the sound of Leonardo’s parting words with her echoes in her brain like an alarm. “There’s only so much time I can buy for you, cara mia,” he had said, ruffling her hair before he left. Seiya understands but at the same time she doesn’t. The deep-gold silhouette of Saint-Germain watching over them at the staircase burns itself at the back of her eyelids.
Leonardo is so cruel, telling her to not keep her hopes up but then opening the door. Shining the light. Leading her down the hall.
He’s just the same as his old friend.
A week into Leonardo’s trip, the dark circles under Seiya’s eyes have grown to a worrisome shade, the kind that Comte just can’t let pass. So on one afternoon, in-between sharing tea with her, even when he knows it would spell the death of him, he offers: “You could sleep with me, if you like.”
She nearly chokes on the jasmine tea she’s just taken a sip of. “Pardon?”
“You haven’t had good sleep the past week, have you not? If you want company, I can be a warm body.”
Seiya…hesitates. She couldsay yes, of course, as it ultimately means more time spent with him—and it wasn’t like she was admitting to anything by agreeing to it. Just friendly, platonic naps, the kind she also took with Leonardo. But at the same time she feared her will would break, at the touch of his arms around her, the thrum of his pulse underneath his clothes—he might just ruin her and make her surrender.
But when she looks up to make sure Comte is really offering her this,the honey gold of his eyes only gets her to say “Yes… please?”
It starts… slow. It’s a dynamic they’ve never tried before, as someone Comte has always felt one step higher than her, a distance she could never find the courage to cross. Being with Leonardo is easy, because he treats her like a younger sibling, the comfort, familiarity, and tease of an older brother to a sister he wants to protect. But with Comte? The race of her heart in her chest would only serve to get her caught.
But then it gets easy.
She first starts with accompanying Comte in his room as he’s working. As she readjusts her sleeping schedule, she sneaks in naps in his bed or on armchairs and sofas, the scribble of his pen on paper lulling her to rest. Later on, she begins to work around him as well—sometimes she reads, sometimes she draws; he spots the notebook she’d been hiding from him as she resumes making sketches of him. They have tea together in the afternoon. When he has something to do at town, she accompanies him. When she wants alone time but would still like him around, he stays in his room and she lays at the lounge chair in the balcony, the one overlooking the Paris horizon.
Leonardo has been gone for three weeks.
And at this point, it feels… just fine. Seiya misses him, for sure, but having Comte as company is an experience she appreciates having had. The incident at the garden is now long behind them. It’s as if they’ve found a suitable rhythm for the two of them, one they can live by.
But it isn’t enough.
Not yet.
And Leonardo is coming home soon, because there is only so long the Renaissance man can buy for Comte, and Saint-Germain knows this. The longer Comte spends with Seiya the more he learns how much her company means to him. Sure, he has driven the thought at the back of his mind for the longest time, and maybe he’s not taken care of the feeling properly. But it’s still there, growing roots in his mind, enclosing his heart, drawing nourishment out of it.
Making him thirsty.
Making him want.
The wolf quietly sitting in the bushes, waiting for the perfect moment to chase and pounce.
He can deny his heart but not the lunge of his pulse, not the pain of fangs growing sharper the more the scent of her lingers in his room, her shampoo on the bedsheets, her perfume in the air. His heart is patient but his hands are not.
And time and fate wait for no one.
-
Comte takes two bottles of rouge per day; one in the morning, and one in the evening. His thirst has placated through the years; it only flows calmly inside of him.
But not as of late. Sebastian’s brought him his fourth bottle late in the afternoon. The butler looks at him curiously, and offers to take the sleeping Seiya—out in the veranda—back to her room to sleep.
“No,” is Comte’s quick answer, a little too quick that Sebastian wavers, and with a deep breath Comte composes himself and adds, “it’s alright.”
(It isn’t quite so.)
He downs the bottle of rouge slowly, feeling the blood going down his throat. Making sure it’s there, as if telling his instincts: this is your share. Stop longing for something else. But his fangs still hang painfully in his mouth, searching for flesh.
Maybe if he covers her scent with a sheet, he’ll relax.
He stands up, picks up one of the folded blankets on the bed, and heads out to the veranda for Seiya. The southern-facing veranda lets the sun leave an angled golden glow on the balcony; Comte traces it with his gaze from the city, back to the lounge where the one he loves sits.
She’s lying on the sofa with her leg raised up, perhaps after having been used as a table for her sketching; the open notebook on her lap reveals a sketch of the city. The other sketchbook next to her is folded closed, but a couple of pages peek out from in between, revealing little sketches of Saint-Germain—the same kind he’d seen that afternoon in the garden.
Not that Comte is paying attention to the sketches when she’s right there, with the milky line of her long legs underneath her stockings; the plush flesh of her thighs where her skirt has ridden up; the curves of the top of her breasts under her blouse; the small, pink oof her mouth slightly open as she sleeps; the brush of her bangs light on her forehead; the flush on her cheeks a healthy, vibrant glow.
He’s about to drape the blanket he’s brought with him when her even breathing is interrupted by a sighed syllable. He holds the blanket in his arms as he waits for her to finish the word.
“…main…”
Hm?
“Ss…ger…”
Her breath hitches and she curls a little tighter, the notebook on her lap falling quietly on the floor. Her foot curls against her other ankle; her thighs rub against each other.
“Comte… Saint-Germain…”
And then she moans.
That’s it.
Something howls and sings inside of him and he listens to it. The blanket drops to the ground as Comte falls to his knees next to her like a devotee. He encloses her mouth with his; restraint snapping like a frail string. She makes a half-asleep moan at the feeling of it and it goes straight down his cock, lighting him on fire. When she reaches out for him on instinct, he envelops her with her arms right back.
She opens her eyes slowly, as if she’s still asleep. “Am I… dreaming?”
Comte brushes the stray hairs off her face and says, “Even better.”
It doesn’t register immediately. Seiya reaches out to press the palm of her hand against Comte’s cheek as if making sure he’s real. Comte slides a hand on her calf, feeling the warmth of her flesh through the stockings.
And then it hits.
Seiya jolts backward on instinct, knees bending in front of her as she lets go of Comte like he’s hot. “I’m—Comte, I—”
“Seiya,” he says, the syllables of her name rolling out of his mouth like something sacred, “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll show you.”
“Le Comte…”
His voice sounds strained. “Tell me, let me, and I’ll show you what you do to me.”
Seiya takes a moment.
Lets it linger; the gleaming glow of the afternoon sun over the both of them; the hunger in his eyes; the fear that was thrumming underneath her skin;
Theneed.
She brushes his bangs off his forehead so she sees him clearly, and then says, “I love you.”
And it’s like something snaps.
Saint-Germain kisses her like she’s the sun and he’s been underground for months. One of his hands cradles her head, tangling in between the lavender strands of her hair. The other holds her cheek, to prove that she’s there, as if convincing himself that he’s not just at wits’ end clinging into hallucinations.
He gives her a moment to breathe; holds her heart in his hands when he brushes off with his thumb the pooled saliva at the corner of her mouth and says: “I can’t believe you’ve gone on for so long without knowing how much I’ve wanted you.” And when she moves her lips as if to retaliate or to deny, Comte gets up and pushes her further onto the sofa, “Talk later” coming out harsh from his mouth.
His hands are quick as he undoes her garments, but the ease is nowhere near coolheaded. Something burns underneath his skin and only touching her can cool it. He starts with the ribbons and hooks of her skirt and then inward; tugs off her blouse in between leaving bruising kisses on her mouth—he still can’t get enough of her—and loosens the lacings of her undergarments with precision.
But by this time he’s run out of his patience, so he sinks his fingers into her stockings and rips them apart.
The gasp is half of surprise and half of pleasure. Comte does not stop until the stockings are nothing but tattered cloth pooling on the floor. Seiya does not feel fully bare until this moment. The thrum of blood in her ears makes her dizzy; she thinks of the scar she’s always had to hide on her leg, and in a panic, she suddenly whispers, “Wait—out here? We should go—”
Comte does not need to shush her; the words go back down her throat when his hands touch her bare calf. Time stills; his fingers, earlier all brute force and tearing apart, are gentle as they trace up her leg; he runs his fingers down the discolored flesh like a reverent worshipper. He raises her leg up toward him and presses a trail of kisses downward.
She sighs at the sensation and it makes Comte look up at her.
The full force of his gaze into hers leaves her unsteady—will she ever get used to him being this way?
For a moment, the instinct is to hide. The instinct of prey in the face of a predator, Seiya tries to jerk her leg back toward her but Comte does not budge. She decides to attempt to close them instead, to push him away, but his hands are on her knees, holding her thighs apart.
When Seiya catches Comte graze his tongue underneath his fang, like nursing it, she knows she is a goner.
Comte positions her knees over his shoulders and then proceeds to have a taste of her. The heat and scentof her sex against his face nearly drives him to the point of insanity. But this is a meal he would like to relish. He presses small kisses down her slit before urging the folds open with his fingers, Seiya panting above him; his nose nudges her clit and her hands fly to his hair.
“Comte…” she cries out, her voice hoarse, tears escaping the corners of her eyes. When Comte looks up at her, a shudder runs down her spine.
“‘Abel,’” he says, gently, pressing a kiss on her inner thigh. “That’s my name. Call me that.”
Seiya nods; slides her fingers from the flaxen mop of his hair to his cheek, and croons out: “Abel.”
God,he thinks, just how much can this woman drive me insane?
Much to Seiya’s delight (and embarrassment), Comte has a sharp learning curve that points him in the right direction in no time. His tongue teases her sensitive bundle of nerves, circling and teasing until all she can do is sob out his name. Her fingers leave crescent-moon marks against his scalp but it only urges him on; lathers two fingers with the slick coming out of her before slipping them inside her wet heat.
The world is spinning. Has it been an eternity or only a moment? Comte is not giving her what she wants, just dangling her over the edge, giving her the sweet taste of it but not enough to satisfy. Tongue making delicate work of her pussy, fingers of one hand curling inside of her, another squeezing her breast like seeking comfort—she lifts her fist to her mouth and bites into it as Comte toys with her a little bit longer, long fingers finding something electric, grazing it, molding it, and then—
She falls. The orgasm is unlike anything else—not when it means everything at the same time: that maybe Comte does return her feelings, that Comte wants to do this with her, that Comte is thinking of her—she shivers and her heels dig against his back as she spasms against him; and he lets her, continues to eat her out for the entirety of it, wringing her dry and overstimulated.
“Abel!” she cries out, hands flying to his face to get him to look up at her and to pauselest she loses all that’s left of her sanity. His face is slick with her juices and it sends a new wave of warmth through her but she’s had enough.“Take me, please. Have me.”
“If you so wish,” Comte says, running the back of his hand against his lips before kissing her again; he doesn’t let go even as he readjusts their position into a comfortable one. Her legs curl around his waist as if on instinct. Comte quickly undresses, his coat and vest landing on the floor and his bottoms kicked somewhere else; his shirt unbuttoned all the way. When her wandering touch strays onto the sharp curls of trailing yellow hair upward his stomach, he guides her hand toward his cock, relishing in her face’s darkening shade of red. She can barely wrap her hands around his girth; for a moment she worries about it being too big. “Guide me,” he says—an order and not a request—and it makes her breath stop in her throat.
But her need is stronger than her shyness, and so she guides his hardness against her dripping cunt, sighing as she rocks it between her folds before slotting it into her. Comte lifts her hips up once he’s in, supporting her as he slides inch by inch to fill her. He brushes her hair to the back of the sofa, out of the way; her hands cling onto her biceps as she begins to feel the weight of him inside of her.
She spots Comte looking at something beyond her but she doesn’t get to ask before he roughly jolts forward, causing her to cry out.
Seiya has always thought that Comte had a monster hiding inside of him; below his coolly composed demeanor, there was a hungry beast in him that he had long learned to tame. Now, here, fucking on the sofa at his room’s veranda, in the full view of whoever dared look up, the sun sinking into twilight, Seiya comes face to face with the wolf that Comte had shackled inside of him for so long.
His thrusts are frantic and rushed; there is only rhythm and speed, no patience or art. Seiya’s had her share; now, Comte is using her for his pleasure, sweat dripping down his brow, his grip harsh on her hips—there will be bruises tomorrow. He presses her face against the valley in between her breasts and moans. Her name falls from his mouth, “Seiya, Seiya,” in between syllables of “Fuck” and “So good,” the brusqueness of the words so unbecoming of Comte it makes her even more sensitive to them.
She curls forward, toward him, trying to meet his thrusts even when her legs have long turned into mush. When Comte realizes what she is trying to do, a new sort of enthusiasm fills him; it’s as if he has woken up from a trance. “Seiya,” he calls out, “mouth,” is all he can say, and she obeys; he slips two fingers into her waiting mouth and she suckles on them as if it were his cock. He hisses at the feeling and pulls them out as soon as he is satisfied; replacing his fingers with his tongue as he returns to making out with her; his now-slick fingers finding a spot in between the both of them to rub her still-sensitive clit, urging her now: come, Seiya, come for me.
Seiya is obedient. It doesn’t take long.
Comte cannot say he hasn’t dreamt of claiming Seiya for his own in the past. But none of his wildest dreams would have been close to what this is like: the feeling of her pulsing and squeezing around him, because of him, he brought this pleasure for her, the sound of her voice as she gasps for air, the broken syllables of his name and sputterings of thanks and disbelief as the white-hot pleasure brands her, her fingers curled around his arms for dear life. It takes all of his self-control to not just surrender at that moment, to pull her by her waist and just fuckinto her until he is spent.
And then the door to the veranda clicks open.
By this time, the sun has already long disappeared under the horizon; while the shroud of darkness has comforted her in hiding her rendezvous with the man of the house, the brightness of the inside of Comte’s room with the lights turned up sends her reeling when it illuminates Leonardo’s form. Seiya’s eyes are wide as dinnerplates as she scrambles for something to cover herself—her hair—but Leonardo looks unbothered, only throwing a knowing kind of expression at his friend, half a smile on his face.
And then Comte speaks.
“I was wondering when you would come in.”
Seiya’s neck snaps with how fast she turns to face him.
“Well, I didn’t want to interrupt, and it finally seemed like a good time.”
“Haha, how polite of you,” Comte says, genuine amusement in his tone. He returns his gaze back to Seiya, who is looking up at him with such a panicked expression; her legs tense around him. “It’s alright, ma bien-aimée. He will not stay unless you want him to.”
Which meant: he will stay if you want him to.
She turns, one more time, to look at Leonardo. Leonardo, the one that has been with her for every tumultuous rise and fall of her emotions toward Comte. How similar and different he was to his friend. Their gentle, golden eyes like twin fires. But then, the fall of his brown hair against the sides of his face. The kind of half-smirk he always seems to wear. The familiar tobacco smell he brought with him wherever he go; the one she’d longed for the entire time he was absent. Just looking at him, she remembers the feeling of his body underneath hers, memorized after months of cuddled-up sleep.
Seiya isn’t sure.
She doesn’t know what she feels about Leonardo yet.
But she knows one thing.
“Want you to stay,” she says, softly, hand still curled around Comte’s arm. “Please, Leonardo. Stay?”
And the man smiles like he’s won the world. “Just for you, cara mia.”
Comte slides out of her comforting warmth so he can lift her into his arms; the motion makes her sigh lowly, causing the two men to tense for the briefest of moments. Leonardo holds the door open as the two lovers make their way to the room’s large bed. When they get there she is understandably nervous; Comte takes his time kissing every tense muscle. Seiya watches Leonardo move across the room; from shutting the door to pulling one of the plush armchairs so that it faces the bed.
“Don’t mind me,” he says when he spots her staring, but how can Seiya not, when he’s pulled down his trousers just enough to reveal his cock, still at half-mast but very obviously will be as impressive as Comte’s once it’s fully hard.
Seiya’s got the first syllable of Leonardo’s name on her mouth when Comte steals it away with a kiss, light at first but then deep, his tongue prodding her lips open as she relaxes, her hands making their way around him again.
In a moment of tenderness, Comte presses a kiss on her forehead, on her nose, and then on her lips before saying: “Let’s show Leonardo how beautiful you are.”
Comte guides her slowly into position; turning her so that she’s on her hands and knees, facing Leonardo. Her cheeks turn even redder once she catches Leonardo stroking himself quietly, a smirk on his face as he watches Comte maneuver her around for his pleasure. Comte presses a kiss on the dip of her lower back before he guides his still-hard cock to her, coating himself with her essence before slipping into the warmth of her pussy.
Something about being watched by Leonardo sends her brain haywire. Comte is fucking her against the pillow, but his one hand has tangled itself into her hair, pulling her backward and up, allowing her to come eye-to-eye with Leonardo’s careful gaze. She can’t deny the heat that sinks through every inch of her skin, through every bit his eyes land at, tracing the mounds at her chest, the fucked out look she’s wearing on her face—“Leonardo,” she croons, once the pre-cum begins to build around the head of his cock.
Comte’s arm suddenly comes underneath her, pulling her up from the underside of her breasts, forcing her against him. “Remember who is inyou,” he growls, before sending her back down. She hears Leonardo’s soft “tsk tsk” before she lands on her elbows; it’s about all she can do to brace herself and stay upright as Comte properly pistons into her, filling the room with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. She can’t look up at Leonardo knowing it would be her ruin, but she can hear the sound of him jerking himself off; at the same time, the sound of Comte’s moans and groans go straight to her core, making her squeeze and contract and pulling Comte deeper into senseless ecstasy.
“I love you,” Comte suddenly says, out of nowhere, causing her to buckle forward onto her cheek. His tone is filled with love and possession and hunger. “I love you, Seiya.” He slides a free hand to the space between her legs, quickly finding the sensitive bud.
“Abel, I—” she cries out as Comte begins to play with her clit and her nipple; he pushes her back up, making sure he’s got her, pressing his face at the junction of her neck and shoulder to fill him with her scent, sweet and intoxicating. “I—I love you, I’ve loved you—” she nearly falls forward with the sudden jolt of pleasure when his cock brushes somewhere electric. “I’m gonna… cum—”
“Cum,” Comte urges, angling himself so he hits that spot that made her spasm over and over again. “Show me how beautiful you are. Show Leonardo.”
And then it was over.
She leans her entire weight against Comte’s arms when the most powerful orgasm she’s had today hits her, knocking the wind out of her. Like an avalanche that only gets stronger and stronger the longer it rolls through her. Comte fucks her throughout the entirety of it, dragging it out for as long as he can until it’s too much even for him, her scent, her warmth, the wetness, her voice—he presses his fangs against her jugular only to sate him but not to break skin, as he pours his cum, white and warm, deep inside of her.
They fall over each other sticky with sweat. Comte rolls off of her, careful to give her space to breathe. When she comes to, she turns toward him and presses a kiss—chaste but filled with love—onto Comte’s lips.
“Was wondering how long it would take the both of you.”
The two new-lovers turn toward Leonardo as if they had just remembered his existence. He’s still sprawled on the armchair, although this time, with his hands out on his sides, leaving his still-hard cock free-standing in front of him. Seiya tries her best not to stare.
“You arrived just in time, actually,” Comte says, as he helps Seiya sit up.
Leonardo shakes his head. “Your patience for the oddest things never made sense to me.”
Seiya considers, for a moment, what this is. Comte who held her heart in his hands for the longest time—Comte who didn’t know how to express it until it was all that consumed him. And across them, Leonardo, sitting there having watched them press their loves onto their bodies, smiling as Comte holds her in his arms. Leonardo who has always been there for her, from every up and down of her feelings with Comte—who, she realizes, probably left knowing thiswould happen.
Two of the people she loves the most in this mansion. Her heart sings for them.
In what way, they don’t know yet. But for now, the fucking, the loving, the adoration sends confidence fluttering in her heart.
Turning toward Leonardo, she licks her lips.
“Need some help?”
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written last year (!) for the lovely @beni-draw-ikemen-please for their OC and their beloved, Comte! please check them out, they make amazing art!
Dear Diary - Comte de St. Germain x Reader x Vlad (Ikemen Vampire)
A/N: This is my gift to @tiny-wooden-robot in the Ikevamp Gift Exchange - I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to @ikemenlibrary for organizing the fun event!
Pairing: Comte de St. German x Reader x Vlad
Prompt: angsty love triangle
Warnings: angst, Comte’s real name, a little bit spicy towards the end
Dear Diary,
Earlier today, I ran into my friend with the flower cart. His name is Vlad. He seems so kind and sweet, and he has the gentlest smile…
“Hello again!” a familiar voice called out.
It was a beautiful sunny day; you were so distracted looking at all the pretty flowers in bloom that you almost didn’t notice your new friend standing in his usual spot with his colorful cart filled with flowers.
“Vlad!” A genuine smile spread on your lips upon recognizing him. “What a pleasant surprise.”
Tonight, Love Me Kindly and Cruelly (Collection Event) // Count
t/n: The idiom is literally “Candy and Whip”, which is equivalent to the use of “Carrots and Sticks”.“Carrots and Sticks”,as in the idiom that people use to describe when one uses both the promise of a benefit and a punishment to manipulate someone to do something. random ex: a person says that if you let them stay at your house for a while, they’ll buy you a new phone… but if you reject them, they say they’re going to set your car on fire. well carrots and sticks don’t make for a pretty mental image so I changed it. lol
In common ikevam fashion, this is a collection event to coincide with the release of Faust’s Main Route. imo the route is doing a better job at showing his chara positively than Will’s route, but….. faust was never my type to begin with so u know LOL but im only on like chapter 12-ish anyway so yea nothing really significant has happened
anyway, i am pleasantly surprised that the Count got to partake in this one!! it might seem like a really long time since the last Count appearance under the context of this blog, but that’s only really bc ive sat out on covering Count-involved events (namely the AU scenario event w/ a shared route with Leo and the “caring for a child” collection event). i don’t think they’re super bad or anything (i actually like the latter for treading newer ground on event topics for once)…. im just chillin. ive never been a very active blog regardless
Spoilers under the cut!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u(･ω･*)
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[Kara]:“ah-… Mn-…” In one of the rooms of the party venue— the air was stained obscenely by the breathless sighs of me and Count. With my arms pinned against the rippled sheets, my head grew lightheaded as he roughly kissed me over and over again. [Kara]:“nh-Why are…”
(Why has the Count become like this, I wonder? Until a little while ago, he was sweet and gentlemanly.)
Bewildered, I stared back at his golden irises, and a smile faintly seeped through his lips…
[Count]:“When I thought about you possibly being touched by those fingers, my blood ran cold. You do not mean to say that you do not understand my own feelings, I presume?” (‘Those fingers’…?)
…
I recalled something that had happened a few moments ago at the high society party we had been attending. I was conversing with one of the Count’s acquaintances when it happened:
[Gentleman]:“Oh, My Lady— Your exquisite ornament has shifted out of place, you know.” (Huh…?) Before I could fix it myself, the gentleman reached out his hand—
[Count]:“Indeed.” The Count, who had been standing next to me, hugged my shoulder with his arm as if to move me away from that hand. Then— [Count]: “How about this? Mhm,yes… Beautiful.” [Kara]: “Thank you, Count.” Of course, I also gave my thanks to the one who initially noticed it, but…
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(Does he mean that time?) [Count]: “By the look on your face, it seems that you have finally realized it.” [Kara]:“Ah-…” Something resembling both sensuality and sharpness flashed within his eyes, and he firmly ripped the hair ornament off with a single swipe.
[Count]: “Well, then. I shall retrain this body— that the only thing that may touch you, are my fingers.” His fingertips trailed down my lips, my neck, my collarbones… before pulling down my dress, the fabric sliding off my breasts. Then, those very fingers touched the reddened peaks…
[Kara]:“-ngh, hah…. nh, ah-“ [Count]: “Do you make this same adorable reaction no matter who pinches you?” He pinched more forcefully, and my body leapt with a shudder. [Kara]:“ah-…!N-No, not, at all… Abel, please…” [Count]: “Really? I still have my doubts, given that your body so easily makes these dirty reactions…” While he played with my breasts, the fingertips of his other hand then slid inside the soaked part of me with a wet sound. [Kara]:“ahn… ngh, haah…”
[Count]:“I shall thoroughly train you, that the only thing that can bring you to ecstasy are these fingers. …And train you, all night.”
And just as he had proclaimed, indecent cries continued to fall from my lips throughout the night.
FIN
me thinking abt how this could’ve been the start to a veri sexi epilogue of a scenario event. next time, next time!!
this was kind of interesting bc the event actually places this one above leo’s (leo is the story before, which puts him at “4th place” out of 7 if we call arthur “1st”). this is weird bc even tho occasionally they’ll mess with story order not coinciding with character popularity if they feel that the story in question is more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), but putting leo’s story that early is rly weird. leo’s story being given before even mozart is like…. wow someone’s not too proud of that story LOL ill be honest tho…. the leo story is pretty basic, past stories in the leo sexi man canon considered. well i get it – leo is not the type to take out his negative emotions onto others, which is more or less related to the theme of this event.
this collection event is only a week long, so im wondering if they have anything interesting lined up. man i hope so…… clearly they kno ppl who like the count exist bc they bothered to move his story up. but where’s the respect!! (jk… partly)
“You really do get a lovely look on your face when you’re with the other manse residents. …I am, just a touch, jealous. Tonight, let me have you all to myself.”
“(…) …I want you to like me very, very much, so I work hard to achieve that. Though it may appear otherwise, I’m desperate (to have such).” – Artbook-based Gacha Card
“I can’t really scold you for coming out here to see me in the middle of the night; if you hadn’t come, then I would have come over to see you instead. Come— Let’s start with a kiss?” “I’m just about tired of waiting, sweetheart. After all, I’ve been thinking about just how much I wanted to come see you.” “…We’re finally alone together. I had yearned for this moment for so long. Since everyone else from the manse had been present I maintained self-control, despite appearances.”
(idr the official name of these set of cards…… too lazy to check)
so today the Count is the boosted pull rate for the Pick Up Gacha. managed to pick up most of the cards i wanted (that i can get on this gacha), but this vlad card actually showed up too lol. i had the leo one for a while, but since it’s not a unique art card i just kept it around as u probably know, the cards animate so i tried my best to pick a pleasing frame bahaha
the other lines behind the cut bc otherwise this post gets “tall”. i hate tall posts lol
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Vlad // “Your Beautiful Self…”
“What words can I bestow to your beautiful self? Stunning, adorable, lovely… Ahaha— Sorry for troubling you like that, it naturally came out of me.”
“If you wish to have friends - then how about I be your friend? In other words, if you look at it another way— we can stop being friends at any time, you know?”
p sure the implication is that “at any time, we can stop being friends and return to being lovers” lol, not actually ending friendship
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Leo // “I Wanted to Come See You”
“Ah- I had cancelled all of my plans for today. ‘Why’, you ask… It’s so I could spend time with you. So with that, sweetheart— give me your time.”
“Come face me, sweetheart. …Come on now, don’t run away on me. I haven’t had enough yet… It’s strange; the more I kiss you, the more I feel unsated…”
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Count // “We’re Finally Alone Together…”
“…When you’re with me, I am truly happy. From this point forward— No matter how long I continue to live, I believe that I’ll never (find something that can) reach this level of happiness. Thinking that, I become a bit scared, but.”
“In Spring, (it is) the dawn (that is lovely)— as the light creeps over the hills… That’s from the literature of your country, no? I found it beautiful, so I had remembered it.”
The line he references is the opening line from The Pillow Book (枕草子). I looked up other people’s translations because ancient literature is uh not my expertise in any fashion (this book is from the start of the 11th century) LOL. he cuts off pretty early so it translates even more poorly into English orz I give my credits to Arthur Waley’s and Ivan Morris’ interpretations for clarity
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uhhh i guess that’s my ikevam post for now. i read the new event already and frankly it’s…….. LOL too much. it felt like an excuse to write that epilogue with such a ????? setup. idk if im gonna cover it…. i might go into the fifth dimension of disbelief trying to get it together
A Blood-Sucking Valentine (Collection Event) // Count
long time no see on ikevam stories huh well sad to say that this is only a small moment before another apparent ikevam lull cuz this event is 2 weeks long (aka until valentine’s day itself). guess theyre slowing down on new event output until further notice? but im kind of sad by the implication that there won’t be a valentine’s scenario event this year. either that, or they plan to have it after valentine’s day which is way too dumb for even cybird to do… so idts. idk what they’re planning… hope it’s good
this event is pretty run-of-the-mill. the count’s ministory is at like 40% progress in the item list so u dun even have to pay to reach his story if u play frequently. i think? well i would hope… feel like most of the playerbase are concentrated in the top 5 charas the interesting ones and they’re a good chunk after the Count
Spoilers under the cut!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*)
(I shall give you both this chocolate… and myself. So, with that— please be your unbelievably sweet self.)
February 14th, Valentine’s Day. I had attended a party that was hosted by an acquaintance of the Count. Since we came all the way here, it had been decided that we’d stay at the inn of the party venue, but…
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[Count]: “I’ve received so many presents that I couldn’t possibly eat them all, hm.” A mountain of sweets had been piled atop the bedside table. [Count]:“Well then… Kara, I wonder— you wouldn’t happen to have a Valentine’s Day gift yourself, now would you?” I readjusted my hold on the gift box I had been hiding behind my back, and deliberately turned my gaze away from him. [Kara]: “…I don’t have one.” [Count]:“I don’t recall you becoming such a bad girl, lying like that— Kara.” His scent faintly drifting in the air, the Count took my waist into his arms before pinning me over the soft bed. He picked up the gift box the moment it tumbled out of my hands, and a mischievous smile seeped from his lips.
[Count]:“Now, who’s this for? If you’re going to tell me that it’s a present for another man, I’ll be quite jealous…” (…He already knows the answer, and yet he still…)
[Kara]: “…It’s for the Count, who has been doing nothing but accept Valentine’s gifts from women— with the exception of his own lover.” [Count]:“Your pouting little face is just so adorable, I thoughtlessly accepted them, that’s all.” Seemingly satisfied by my response, he dropped a kiss on my forehead. He then opened the wrapped box, tossing the brandy-filled chocolate into his mouth. Something about his expression resembled that of an innocent child…
[Kara]: “Hehe, you’re usually a mature man— but from time to time, you almost turn into a little boy.” (I think I’ve come to really love that part of you too…) I pondered over my love for him, when the Count gently neatened my disheveled hair with his fingers, his golden eyes then piercing through me. [Count]:“For the animal that is a man to be before the woman he is utterly charmed by— it is only natural for him to unfailingly turn into a child, no…?” (…ngh-) The expression before my eyes was completely unlike the one from before— it was that of a terribly bewitching, dangerous man… (…He’s a sly man, to make that sort of face.) The Count smiled as if he had read my innermost thoughts before taking my lips, the flavor of brandy streaming in. [Kara]:“…Mn-, ngh-…” [Count]: “…These kisses are terribly sweet tonight.” Our lips parted with a wet sound, his hands feeling through my chest to tease me. Beneath his large palms, my heart loudly beats in a frenzy. “I want this person to take me,” my body cried. So, with that— [Kara]: “Tonight… crave me childishly, selfishly.” [Count]: “…Mhm, I didn’t even have to be told that.”
FIN
alternatively, he’s saying something along the lines of “even if you didn’t tell me to (I would’ve done it anyway)”. + also more precisely she says “crave me akin to how a child would” (“with actions resembling a child”) but that sounds…..
“blood-sucking valentine” me: so the purebloods gonna have like a mild blood scene right cybird: wat, u think we actually understand how ppl who like vampire stories operate
this ministory is p cute (albeit very short… i think it’s like 10 lines shorter than the last one?), except the implication that this guy was watching his waifu go （ ´_ゝ`）for most of the evening as he took up $23423 chocolates from girls left and right and was just like “hehe cute”. leo is advertised as the ずるい one but this guy is smth else smh
card name // “Because you’re adorable— to you, I subconsciously…”
“…Once in a while, it’s all right if you go and seduce me yourself, you know? …Yes, good— it’s not too bad, you looking down at me. …You’re terribly skilled at seducing me. …Who taught you how to do such bad things, hm?”
“Your skin has turned red. …It’s my fault? Mhm, I know that. Because you’re adorable— I, subconsciously, want to dye you red.”
“Haah… I want to pierce that white skin with my fangs. But, I shall stop myself. I do not wish to hurt you, after all.”
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haha yea boieee got it in the first roll. i want to say that’s blessed, but ive had zero luck on rolling his winter starry sky card and also the artbook-based card so i think it’s just fair now ( ´∀`) …..beggars can’t be choosers i guess if ure going for 1 chara out of 15 or 12
i guess i was also intrigued about this one bc they advertised this as “dark” voices and i was like tf does that mean LOL well. it’s just 色っぽい rasp to no one’s surprise. o well guess that’s gonna be my xmas card this year bc i can never get his actual xmas card
hrgh yes this is very random i apologize. i had this lying around and didn’t really plan to post it bc i feel like epilogues are too small for people to care that much abt except for losers like me lol. but it was p much done, so why not? actually have smth voltage related in my folder of stuff i actually want to do… so yes i edited this as a break from that LOL
as usual, since this is technically paid content, I’m hosting it offsite with a pword so it’s not as easily searchable. sorry for the inconvenience!
and yea, again, it’s a very brief read so i’m sorry u gotta jump through hoops to read it but gotta cover my bases
(no, leo is not in this, i just like making weird passwords)
Thank you for reading (´･ω･`) uhh what should my purchase/support the game message be this time. um go purchase leo’s… epilogue in this current xmas event if you can? it’s fine. i didn’t buy vlad’s idk about that one
A Tipsy Time with Him (Gacha) // Tastes Like Wine (Count)
“It’s quiet tonight… Ah, yes— How about I tell you a secret? Lend me your ear. …Could you stay with me a little while longer tonight?”
“Haha— What’s that adorable face for? …Haah, my beloved’s charm is truly endless.”
“It appears I’ve drank a bit too much. (kisses) Right…? Tastes like wine, does it not? (kisses again) How troublesome… I can’t stop kissing you…”
well yay saved muney by rolling it this early but dang. already used up some wine sets this event to be on track to get the gacha medals…. im very “but wat if i need those 10 yrs from now” abt items in these games
i like how they give him the mature img when he’s coupled w/ most of the other characters. but then if leo’s in it too, he has to be the delicate one as if 2 mature, triassic era vampires is too much for a roster of 10+ audacious young men. we have crusty musty vampire dad and vampire grandad uncle, surely we even have room for some dude to play ancient vampire mom
Fifth Birthday Story // For the First Time in This Eternity (Count)
long time no see. hope you’ve been doing well where have i been? uhhh not that much diff from usual. ive been playing other (non-otome) games again so u know what happens eheh
so this is the Count’s (or Comte as the localization uses) bday story for JP Ikevam 2021. this year is different from prior years in that they sell one giant set that contains everything and a smaller set that has half of the stuff. in other words, there is zero point in buying both sets. so commit to one set or get ripped off of like 15 bux? idk there is only one story this year, in His POV format— there is no “Her POV” version of the story.
i wanted to get this out before his bday. uhm yea. im gonna arbitrarily blame cybird for this cuz im half-sure they released this story set rather late this year. it’s the same length for the sale period, but this is the first year the sale period goes into nov. how dare they do this to this nonexistent man of their own creation
as always - since the source (the story set) is a bit more exclusive, i’m hosting it elsewhere. thx for understanding!!
please don’t take any part of it, thenk u!! ( ´◡` )
⋆ ⋆ ⋆Please purchase a set if/when you can to show cybird that you are interested in le Comte!! the EX set comes with a brief letter that is fully voiced, which is cool
“‘Sometimes, your tone of voice changes?’…Ah, yes, I naturally let my guard down when I’m with Leonardo, thus… You know, I’m much more of a wicked man than you think— for having worn the mask of a noble Count… for one.”
“As a man, I suppose I always desire to be chic. However— When you praise me, I uncharacteristically become so ecstatic.”
“To entertain you, is my pleasure. In the future, let’s go on many more dates, and further amass the time we spend together… Okay?”
please credit if you take any of it, thenk u(･ω･*)
the gacha theme is “activities seen as mature” or “stuff that’s stereotyped with adults”. reading the newspaper, having fancy watches, a nice car, etc.
well. failed at getting his 4th anni card (managed to get all 3 fully-animated cards and then some tho so. thx rng). sad but w/e but i got this card rly early, so im grateful bc this ended up being a more miscellaneous card than aything. shamefully i was most curious abt the butt bc i thought the in-studio artist bothered to draw a shadow for the crease LOL… anyway no, it’s just the seam of his pants. i mean my hc (if i can i call it that) already had him as flat but. ok ill stop
this post contains 2 ministories: the 4th Anniversary Collection Event (Loved So Much, I Go Breathless) and the 2021 Election Collection Event (Deep Night)
o hey it’s me why did i sandwich two honestly-unrelated stories? bc i can!! actually it’s bc i feel lame when i post too much. which goes against how you’re supposed to use tumblr…. but no one ever said i was good at this
anyway, they serve similar purposes. The Election Event is supposed to be a sort of Anniversary Event, while the..… Anniversary Event is named that. the Count did not!! have a scenario Anniversary Event this year (that was apparently reserved for the top 6. sad but makes sense) so yea, make do w/ this
The Election Story is an AU where the characters are hosts of a host club. which…. not my thing but w/e, maybe some of u like that stuff The Anniversary Event on the other hand is supposed to be in-line with canon. results in corny SHIET but i like corny shiet. like the vlad one has them buying mugs (? thats a thing in the 19th century, corny mug shit? #1 best vampire mug? bruh)
in event chronology, the anni event was way before the election one but i put the election one first here cuz it’s longer (bc i included the prologue)
Spoilers under the cut!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*)
Deep Night // Prologue + Count
⋆ didnt screenie anything for the prologue cuz LAZY. just imagine the dumb black shirts they made some poor intern edit on photoshop, thats p much it
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One city night, the year 20XX—
[Kara]: “Survived another week of hard work, me… haah,” (I finally have the day off tomorrow.It’ll be okay if I let loose a bit tonight, right?) When I was worn out from the monotony of everyday life, I would head over to a certain place for comfort and thrills. And that establishment was—
[Napoleon]: “Welcome to Club Deep Night.”
[Arthur]: “Ah, it’s Kara. You came to see me, right? ‘Been waiting.” [Isaac]: “Hold up, Arthur; she doesn’t come here just to see you, no?” [Dazai]:“Ooh, Isaac; a Host’s jealousy isn’t pretty, you know?” [Dazai]: “Well then, Toshiko-san; Your pick tonight— Wha – is me? No, no, it’s an honor. This will be a night of blindingsensuality very soon—"
[Isaac]: “She hasn’t picked anyone and you’re already going full steam ahead. —And her name isn’t Toshiko.” [Arthur]: “Right, right; Don’t hang with some guy who can’t your name right, Kara— My princess.”
As soon as I entered the club, a smile appeared on my face as a battle of charms began in front of me.
[Napoleon]: “Sheesh… every last one of these rascals are thrilled. Sorry that they’re being so noisy.” [Kara]: “No, no! Whenever I come here, it’s fun and even perks me up.” [Vincent]: “Really? If I’m to be the source of your high spirits, then I’ll make it even livelier in here.” [Vincent]: “I’ll build the champagne tower, and prepare the call!” [Theodorus]:“Hey,Hondje— Hurry and pour the champagne. It’ll be to give gratitude to the angel that’s landed on this city tonight.” [Theodorus]: “If you can be a good girl, I’ll tease and spoil you to bits.”
⋆ in host clubs, there’s a thing called a champagne call. the customer buys some very expensive bubbly, and all of the hosts gather round her table to chant, sing, w/e i was curious on how the localization handled theo’s dog nickname for MC (like 駄犬) cuz if they did a straight translation (mongrel, mutt, etc.), i feel like the western audience would hate him lul. glad they found smth
Everyone tries to entertain me, and in a single moment, their sweet words make me forget about my ordinary life. (It’s nice that everyone is so lively; but shouldn’t I go pick someone for tonight…?)
Troubled about it, arms then suddenly wrapped around my waist on both sides, causing me to cry out. [Faust]:“How long do you intend to go down one by one like that, keeping us men waiting?” [Faust]:“Come on— Please pick someone, and quickly. I can’t say… that I don’t know who you should be choosing.” [Charles]:“Ugh, there goes the cunning Doctor. I wanted to be picked by her, and now you’re doing all this.” [Charles]:“Hey— Pick me, Kara. I’ll do things to you that’ll make you feel good, utterly euphoric…” [Sebastian]:“Stop the Sexy Time. Even though you are a host, please show some restraint within club walls, Charles.” [Sebastian]: “…There being so many rivals vying for Kara’s nomination, is a nuisance.”
[Jeanne]: “If I do things that will make her feel good, will she be thrilled?” [Mozart]: “Jeanne, it’d be a good idea to not emulate what you just saw.”
⋆ “Stop the Sexy Time” is transliterated into kana, so it felt wrong to potentially change it. yes the cringe was not made by me this time. surprisingly also, this is something that gets a bit lost in translation: Charles and Jeanne both use yorokobu,in which the most common meaning is to be pleased, feel joy, etc. however, they use diff kanji which have diff connotations. Charles uses one that’s more abt physical joy (like a massage… or uh u know), while Jeanne uses one that’s more abt emotional joy (like seeing a friend u haven’t met with in a while). it’s supposed to show how dirty minded charles is while jeanne is precious LOL
[Mozart]: “Kara, come over here. You deserve to receive much finer hospitality… So, from me.” [Jeanne]: “If you pick me as well, then I’ll do my very best. Kara, won’t you come with me?” (Urgh- it’s getting more and more impossible to pick just one of them…!)
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A bit farther away from everyone else, in the backroom— two men were exchanging words with each other: [Shakespeare]: “The moment Kara arrived, everyone became so animated.” [Shakespeare]: “She’s a mysterious one, to be able to draw us masterful hosts towards herself.” [Leonardo]:“Mhm,every single grown man is desperate to get the sweetheart’s attention. [Leonardo]: “Well… maybe I should turn desperate too, hm?”
And in the owner’s quarters, there were also men watching Kara through the club monitors. [Vlad]: “That girl…” [Count]: “You mean Kara? She started frequenting this place a little while ago.” [Count]: “For some reason, I’m always interested… in who she picks each time.” [Vlad]: “Looks like you care quite a lot about one specific customer, dear Owner.” [Vlad]:“Kara…hm?”
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[Napoleon]: “Regardless, all of the hosts here like you way too much. —To be honest, it makes me anxious.” [Kara]:“Huh-?” (Anxious… as a host? Or… as a man?) His words, honeyed with sweet temptation, made my heart race. His smile then deepened: [Napoleon]: “—Well, Kara; Who’s your pick tonight?”
(End of Prologue)
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(Count)
[Count]:“So you’ve come, Kara. I’ve been waiting, you know.” I had paid a visit to the host club I always go to, and was invited to the owner’s quarters for some reason.
⋆ how is he still a Count in this AU lul. like yea nobility still exists, but it’s… strange, esp. if someone of nobility is openly running a host club
(Being called up here by the owner… this is the first time that’s ever happened.) I couldn’t come up with a reason why I was the only customer summoned here.
[Count]: “It’s not anything to be nervous about; I just wanted to hear something from you tonight.” [Count]: “You come here often, but you pick someone different every time.” [Count]: “Is there no one here that meets your expectations?” [Kara]: “My expectations?” [Count]: “Mhm. Being unable to satisfy our customers’ needs is an alarming matter.” [Count]: “If none of my kids happen to be your type, I’d like to hear what kind of things you seek.” [Kara]: “N-No… it’s not that none of them are my type;” [Kara]: “It’s just that everyone here is so wonderful, so I can’t pick only one of them.” [Kara]: “They’re cool, kind, great at conversation, and entertain me…” As I thought about the hosts who had surrounded me at the tables up to this point, I voiced my feelings honestly. I then recalled the words the Count had said just a moment ago, and felt a slight discomfort in my heart.
(I’m being honest when I say that I can’t choose between such amazing hosts. But…) (I also think it’s certainly true that “what I seek” is a bit different from them.) (The one I desire is more…) I shifted my eyes to the Count standing before me, and he responded with the composed smile of a mature adult. I was captivatedby him at first glance, as a scent of dangerseemed to drift from deep within that smiling face.
(But— As the owner himself, the Count’s not going to service a customer, of course…) Regretful, I dropped my gaze— Before I realized the Count had walked over to me. Cradling my chin in his fingers, he turned my head up so I face him.
[Count]:“Contrary to your words… your eyes say that there issomething you desire.” [Count]: “Your indecisiveness stems from wanting more stimulation, is it not?” [Count]: “Like this, for example—"
He suddenly pressed his lips to mine. Shocked, I tried to pull away— but the Count gripped my waist in place. He then drew me in closer as if to prevent escape, changing angles countlessly as he took my lips.
[Kara]:“Nn-…Don’t. I can’t pick you, the owner, as my host, so…” [Count]: “That unsatisfied-looking face of yours deeply bothers me.” [Count]: “I’m retired, but if you wish it so… For you, I’m willing to make a comeback tonight.” [Count]: “Well, now… go ahead; make your choice?” As if to seduce me, the gleaming gold eyes in front of me radiate thisallure. With that, I felt that he could see through the lustful desires that lied within the recesses of my heart, and my body shivered with a subtle numbness. (I’ve never felt this way before.) Wondering what kind of stimulation he would give, I wanted to be toyed by those fingers, those lips… These emotions muddled within me.
(I think the person I’ve wanted all this time… was you from the beginning.)
[Kara]: “Count— Tonight, I’ll have you…” [Count]: “To be chosen by you, is an honor.” [Count]: “I promise to sate your thirst this evening.” [Count]: “—Give yourself to me.”
⋆ or “you can entrust all of yourself to me” if u want smth more awkward but more faithful to the original text
A fervent kiss rained down on me as if to fill what I had been deprived of,
and the night that would far exceed the stimulation I had desired, had just begun—
FIN
⋆ u kno, i did try making the characters sound more 21st century in this AU. but at the same time, the count probably wouldnt be the type to say yeet (aka a useless person) so idt it showed that much
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Loved So Much, I Go Breathless // Count
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Inside a swaying carriage, the Count sat across from me. Staring at me fixedly, he then gave a deep sigh. [Count]:“You are astoundingly beautiful tonight, Kara. —It was good to have left the manse like this.” [Count]:“If we had traversed the streets by foot, then I would have surely faced difficulty in having to shake off the men charmedby you.” [Kara]:“Ah-… D-Don’t play around like that, please.” [Count]:“I’m being completely honest, you know. —Well, if someone wereto come near you, I wouldn’t let them lay a finger on you anyway.”
⋆ he says something closer to “those are my true thoughts, without a single lie” but that’s going too far in my arbitrary rules of “does this sound like smth ppl actually say” so whee
(J-Jeez; He always acts like this…) Wanting to mislead my pounding heart, I hastily changed the subject.
[Kara]:“Um… Where are we going tonight?” [Count]:“Oh my, did you forget? Today’s the anniversary of the day we met, of all things.” [Kara]:“Of course I didn’t forget. It was the day I changed my own fate, and met you— A day I cherish so very much.” [Count]:“It’s the same for me; And it’s precisely why we’re going to a place where I may reaffirm my love.” (“Love”…?) When I tilted my head, the Count gave a meaningful smile, saying nothing more.
With that—
The place the stagecoach had arrived, was a church I recognized. (This is… the place where we had confirmed our love for one another.) The Count took my hand before we entered, the moonlight silently illuminating the unoccupied altar.
[Count]:“I have decided from my heart— that on this day, and on every day we call ‘our anniversary’—" I shall proclaim my vows to you once more.”
[Count]: “Kara— This is my oath of eternal love to you.” Before the altar, the Count kneeled before taking my left hand, dropping a reverent kiss on my ring finger. [Kara]:“nh- Ah-…” A sweet numbness ran from my finger, and my heart skipped a beat.
[Count]:“The time I spend with you, is filled with a dazzling brilliance.” [Count]:“—Filled to the point where I believe those centuries I had of embracing nothingness, came to be for the purpose of being able to meet you…” [Count]:“If you would allow it— For the future to come, with you by my side, I shall continue to swear such (to you).”
[Count]:“And thus, I wish that one day, I shall become one with you. —That is the greatest happiness I seek.”
He then rose to his feet, embracing me as if to envelop me whole. With my cheek pressed against his chest, I could feel his heart beating as fast as mine. (Like this, it’s as if I’m becoming one with the Count— With Abel.)
He tenderly brushed my hair aside before running a finger down my neck. One day, fangs will sink into this very spot, and love from a pureblooded vampire – called “eternity” – will be spilled within. Thinking about such things, my heart grew full— and tears were about to fall down my face, involuntarily.
[Kara]:“Abel… me too, I-…”
Overcome with emotion, I was at loss for words— When an almost-biting kiss fell upon me, cutting off my words. His tongue caught mine through my broken lips, our hot sighs immediately laden with heat.
[Count]:“—There is no need for words.” His lips only barely parting from mine, he whispered with a glossy sigh.
[Count]: “The tears brimming in your eyes, tell me everything— that you belong to me.” [Kara]:“Ah-…Abel…” His gentle - but also denying any notion of resistance – and sweet kiss, deepened, desiring me and onlyme. I embraced him with all my strength, abandoning myself to this happiness that will last forever and ever…
FIN (2)
Ikevam has been kind of boring if u dun like the top 5 all that much but i mean always has been astronaut_gun.jpg
anyway, the election was mostly a skip for me this year cuz i dun care for mini figures. also, he was doing awful in categories bc ppl are voting characters over several categories (rather than just the recommended one). frankly i think it’s dumb to vote a character in anything other than the “officially” recommended category bc the chance of losing in all categories is much higher than getting stuff in >1 category (e.g., with the midterm results u can see vlad in every category, but he’s only eligible for a benefit in one…when he could easily just win in one category period). but maybe that way of thinking is too tryhard for a game that only barely fits the definition of a game #realgamurz #weliveinasociety
i honestly didn’t do (aka pay) much and ranked rly well in character rankings. so i was happy i got decent stuff, but sadder he doesn’t get much support;; u telling me the richest guy has the stingiest fans. yes. i mean look at me, microwave pizza is my life
sorry for the lack of updates. as usual but uh better to be annoying with no updates than with too much RITE haha yes………. yes
lol whoops uh…. i wanted to post this before the event ended. but uh
this year, only a select number of charas had been given routes for the June Bride event. those ranked 1st-9th in last year’s election got a scenario event route. very niceu
but instead of this event being yet another “what if wedding”, this event is actually a sequel of last year’s (Only One Wedding).so it’s really an anniversary event as the setting is one year after their wedding. what they actually do for their anniversary depends on the guy, but most of them don’t have a huge, special celebration for their anniversary and just kind of…. live their lives. which is realistic yes but felt like false advertising and also forced the epilogues to have weird non sequitur endings
Spoilers under the cut!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u(･ω･*)
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It was a fine afternoon—
[Kara]: “Count, a letter has arrived for you.” I had come to the Count’s room, a letter addressed to him in hand. [Count]:“Thank you. …Ah, I see.” From just looking at the sender, he appeared to have guessed what the letter was.
[Kara]: “…? What’s the letter about?” [Count]: “Once every several years, there is a party for exclusively purebloods.” [Count]:“I think that this may be an invitation to such. —Mhm,and so it is.” Opening the envelope he scanned the letter, and a complicated look marked his features. [Count]:“I shall send out my refusal notice for the party right after this.” (Refusal? Why would- …Ah.)
[Kara]: “Um, if you’re refusing to go because of me, you don’t have to hold yourself back like that, you know?” If it’s a party for purebloods only, then it would be impossible for me to come with him— So I thought that perhaps he was refusing out of consideration for me.
[Count]:“Oh my, I would like it if you wouldn’t say such coldhearted things.” [Kara]:“Hm?” [Count]:“Even if it were a magnificent evening party, or hosted at a beautiful location— it’s all meaningless if you’re not next to me.” [Count]:“As the place where I belong, Kara, is by your side.” [Kara]:“…gh,” With those gold eyes focused on me, my heart skipped a beat.
[Count]:“In any case, I shall decline going to the party.” [Count]:“—The party is on the day of our anniversary, anyway.” [Count]:“I wish to spend such an important day with my beloved wife.” He looked directly at me, an elegant smile on his lips. (But… if it’s a chance to gather with specifically other purebloods, then shouldn’t he…?)
I’ve heard that there are only a few purebloods around, so I felt remorse at him turning down such a rare opportunity. [Kara]: “…I wish I was able to go to the party with you, but…”
[Count]: “Do you… want to go to the party?” [Kara]:“Ah-It was just a thought that suddenly popped into my head… Since it’s a party for only purebloods, it’s impractical.” Though Ilet my true thoughts spill out of me – albeit carelessly – I regretted my thoughtlessness. (If I go around saying unreasonable things, it’ll only trouble him.)
[Count]:“…No; although humans are typically not allowed to come, you aremy wife.” [Count]:“Kara… Would you like to come to the party with me?” [Kara]: “Is it okay for me to go?” [Count]:“Mhm. But regardless— if you don’t want to go, then I won’t force you to come, of course.” [Kara]: “No; there’s no way I wouldn’t want to…!”
[Count]:“However, you may feel anxious, being surrounded by purebloods…” [Count]:“And within said group, there are those who take great pride in being pureblooded.” [Count]:“Not all purebloods think that way… but I sense that you may feel suffocated by it all.” [Count]:“With that in mind— Do you still wish to go?” (He’s taking great care to make sure I won’t be put in an unpleasant situation if I were to step foot in a place of only purebloods.) Knowing that he really did initially reject the invitation because of me, I was touched by his thoughtfulness. (But…)
[Kara]: “I… would like to learn more about you, and other purebloods as well.” I’m not too familiar with pureblood vampires besides that of the Count and Leonardo.
⋆ i guess she just wiped her mind of vlad. tho being thrown into an unstable time void is pretty traumatic so well. thats fine
One year has passed since my marriage to the Count, and truly joyful things have happened within that span of time. —But compared to the life of a pureblood, that amount of time is still incredibly short. (Since I want to walk side-by-side with him in the future as well… I’ve ended up wanting to know more about him.)
[Count]:“I understand. With that answer, I shall send out a notice of attendance.” [Kara]: “I’m sorry for asking too much of you — Thank you…!” [Count]:“The one wanting to voice their gratitude should be me. There’s something to look forward to, for one.” [Kara]: “Something to… look forward to?”
I tilted my head before he pulled my waist towards himself, an enraptured smile on his face.
[Count]: “I’m happy that I’ll be able to introduce you as my wife, you know.” [Kara]:“!” My face grew hot and heart gave a loud thump at how close he was. [Kara]: “I-I’m grateful you feel that way. I’m… happy, too.” In my shyness, my voice had faltered towards the end.
Seeing me like this, his eyes narrowed with a quiet huff. [Count]:“…Kara, you’re always so innocent.” [Kara]: “S-Sorry. We’ve been married for almost a year now, and yet I…” [Count]:“What are you apologizing for? I was just thinking about how my wife’s loveliness never fails to bring a smile to my face.”
[Count]:“…At any rate, one year has alreadypassed since our wedding, hm?” [Kara]:“Hehe,it’s strange. It feels nostalgic, yet at the same time feels like it was only yesterday.”
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[Kara]: “I think— To you, this world only exists to pass forward, on and on. But, my own feelings have remained unchanged…” [Kara]: “Like this flower that cannot wither away, and like the life of a vampire— For eternity, I devote myself to give you, Abel, an unchanging love.” [Count]:“—…gh,” [Kara]:“Abel?” [Count]: “…Honestly, just now I wanted to hug you with all my might… but it would be a pity if I crushed the flower.” [Count]: “Kara, you becoming my partner for life, for me— it makes me the happiest in the world…”
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[Kara]: “You’ve been faithfully cherishing that flower since then, huh.” Even now, by the hourglass— The flower from that day, the one that cannot wilt…
The preserved white rose is beautifully on display… without even a speck of dust, looking the same as it always has.
[Count]:“You swore your love to me onto that (rose); It’s only natural for me to cherish it, no?” He stared directly at me, and a chord sweetly strung within my heart.
Proud of our feelings that hadn’t changed evenafter a year, I felt true happiness at being able to be by his side—….
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And so, time passed in the blink of an eye— and the day of our anniversary came at last. During the day, everyone at the manse gave plenty of felicitations our way. —And after the day had come to a close, the Count and I were aboard a stagecoach to the party venue.
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[Count]:“…Kara, are you nervous?” I had been looking out the window when the Count suddenly spoke. [Kara]: “My heart’s pounding a bit… but I’m all right.” Even when I initially came to this era, I had no experience in going to parties— and now this party is a gathering of purebloods to boot. My heart thumped at the unfamiliar occasion, but I had neither anxiety nor fear.
[Kara]: “If you’re by my side, I’m invincible no matter the time or place.” The world of high society that was unfamiliar to me, and even this very time period itself— Becausehe’s always next to me, pulling my hand— my anxiety vanishes, and my heart shines. [Count]:“Kara…” His expression quietly bloomed into a smile, and he looked at me with a gentle gaze. [Count]:“…As purebloods live forever, many of them hold different values than that of humans.” [Count]:“And not all of those values are beautiful; I feel that during the party, there will be those who look at you strangely.” [Count]:“But I believe… that with you, it shall be all right. And so, I would like you to relax those shoulders and enjoy yourself.” [Kara]:“Okay!”
My heart throbbing, the stagecoach had arrived at the party venue…
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When we entered the party hall, the saloon was already occupied with a few smatterings of men and women clad in gorgeous costumes. The place itself was quite spacious and extravagant, but there were not that many people around. (Since there are only a few purebloods, the atmosphere and number of guests are different than that of the usual party, huh?)
[Count]:“Dancing will be at the end of tonight’s party; So until then, we chat freely over drinks.” [Count]:“It’s not anything special, so you don’t need to act particularly humble.” [Kara]: “I see…”
[Count]:“I’ll fetch us some drinks. Wait for me.” [Kara]: “Thank you.” I headed towards the wall and observed the venue once more.
Everyone was clad in chic dresses and other formalwear— and also… were quite young and beautiful. However, there was a mysterious air to them, one where I could sense that they’ve (all) certainly lived for several years— and I was overwhelmed. (So this… is a pureblood’s party…) I felt that the biggest difference from that of “human” parties was undeniably the scent of blood drifting throughout the venue. The liquid in the glasses everyone was holding… was most certainly Rouge.
⋆ ……barf. bruh the iron scent of blood makes me go HRGH every time. and i get nosebleeds often i gotta hope being a vampire makes blood smell like hawaiian punch idk
[Count]:“Sorry to have kept you waiting.” The Count returned, handing me a glass of red wine. [Kara]: “Thank you, Count.” We smiled to each other, when some unfamiliar women approached us.
[Pureblood Woman 1]: “The Count of Saint Germain— It has been quite a long time since last I saw you.” [Pureblood Woman 2]: “There’s been rumors that you’ve gotten married, but is your partner tonight your wife?” [Count]:“Yes, let me introduce you to her. This is my wife, Kara.” [Kara]: “It is a pleasure to meet you both; my name is Kara.” The women who seemed to be his acquaintances then curtsied, holding the skirts of their dresses as they bowed.
[Pureblood Woman 1]: “…So,you’re not a vampire, correct?” [Kara]:“Ah- …Yes. I’m human.” [Pureblood Woman 1]:“…Ah. I see.” The women stared intently at me. Though this may not be a very good way to put it, I felt that their gazes were evaluating me somehow.
[Pureblood Woman 2]: “…Well then. We’re going to go say hello to some of the others, so.” With an audibly-blunt tone to her words, the women departed, their dresses fluttering.
(…As one would presume, the human wife of the Count is someone people just won’t accept.)
[Count]:“…Sorry about that. Those women are ones who believe in the maintaining of purity within vampires.” [Count]:“Now, it doesn’t mean that everyone here holds those same beliefs, but… they’ve already made you uncomfortable, alas.” [Kara]: “You don’t have to apologize for something like that.” [Kara]: “Being able to accompany you to this marvelous place as your wife, makes me a very lucky woman.” Not wanting him to attend to me as we did bother to go to the party, I showed him a cheerful smile. [Count]:“Kara…” He brought his lips to my ear, dropping to a whisper:
[Count]: “…Thank you, Kara. I am a blessed man, too.” [Kara]:“…nh,” As there are others around, his lips separated from me in an instant; But that single moment was enough to make my heart throb. (Him catching me off guard like that… is always going to make my heart jump, huh…?)
[Count]:“Well, the party has only begun. Shall we go get supper?” [Count]:“And don’t act so reserved— Today is our anniversary too, after all.” [Count]:“Your time here should be all about getting a smile on that face.” [Kara]:“Hehe, thank you. Then I’ll take up on your offer, and enjoy myself to the fullest until the very end!”
And so, as we greeted the other vampires and tasted the food, the night wore on—
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Quite a bit of time had passed since the party started, and the friendly chatter around me had grown livelier as well. I was about to return to the saloon from the washroom, when I could hear the voices of some women.
[Pureblood Woman 1]: “Just what is going on in the head of that Count of Saint Germain?” [Pureblood Woman 1]: “We purebloods must continue our bloodlines, and yet he goes and takes a human as his spouse.” [Pureblood Woman 2]: “Just leave them be. Someone like a human partner… At any rate, I know that sort of thing won’t work out, sooner or later.” (…ah-)
(I already know that there are those who are against our marriage, but…) Their conversation stung my heart. (I… have a pathetic look on my face right now, don’t I?) If the Count were to see my face right now… he would definitely be concerned. Thinking that, I went out to get some fresh air to regain my composure.
(To those who believe in blood purity, it’s only proper to get married to someone of the same kind.)
[Count]: “Kara.” [Kara]: “Huh…? What are you doing here, Count?” [Count]:“You hadn’t returned in quite some time, so I went looking for you.” [Kara]:“Ah…Sorry for making you worry. The- The stars are beautiful tonight, so I was stargazing.” Though I had tried to keep my dejection from showing, the Count proceeded to stare at me silently.
[Count]:“You have a glum look on your face. Did something happen?” [Count]:“Did someone… say something to you?” [Kara]:“nh-No, I really am okay.” [Count]:“…”
[Count]:“Kara, do you— regret marrying me?” [Kara]:“!” [Kara]: “No, never.” [Kara]: “No matter what has happened or may happen, I have never everregretted marrying you.” [Kara]: “The feeling of being sograteful to have been able to meet you, has never changed…” I answered him from the heart, and he then softly enveloped me in his arms.
[Count]:“…It is the same for me.” His voice spilled into my ears— concealing from the rest of the world, a heat that melted my heart. [Count]:“I feel that I’ve done a cruel thing, bringing you to a place like this—”
[Count]:“But the fact that I am pureblooded is something that cannot be changed.” [Count]:“When you said that you wished to learn more about me, I was so happy that I took advantage of your words.” [Count]:“However… as a result, I’ve hurt you.”
[Kara]: “…No, it’s not like that at all.” [Kara]: “Abel, it’s not the fact that I don’t know much about vampires.”
[Kara]: “But, you see, this past year… I’ve been next to a pureblood who’s kinder than anyone else…” It absolutely cannot be that I dislike or am afraid of purebloods; As the person I love most in this entire world… is a pureblood vampire. [Kara]: “And that is why nothingis painful to me, andnothing is frightening to me.” As if it were magic, his very being gives me a courage, a tenderness. [Kara]: “From now on, no matter who’s against me— I’m going to try my hardest to gain their approval one day.” [Kara]: “I told you before, didn’t I? With you simply being by my side, I’m invincible no matter the time or place!”
⋆ ok i think the logic is hard to follow so i feel the need to explain “ive made u sad by bringing u here, a place full of pureblood vampires - the terrifying side of me” → “no, it’s not the vampire stuff that makes me sad” → “but i have to be stronger against ppl who dont like me. and i can be stronger bc you’re with me” does that help idk
Abel, having been staring at me, eventually broke into a smile. [Count]:“You… really are amazing, hm. It feels just as if I’m being spectacularly proposed to.”
⋆ the term he uses is closer to “the greatest proposal” or “the best proposal”, but i wanted to maintain the implication that it’s a marriage proposal (rather than a general proposal)
[Count]:“However, I too harbor feelings about how dear you are to me— and they simply cannot be suppressed.” He took my hand, whispering oh sosweetly:
[Count]: “…Kara. Let me propose to you once more.”
PREMIUM END // “His Vow”
[Count]:“…Kara. Let me propose to you once more.” [Count]:“Until I met you, As a pureblood… there had been times where I anguished over the concept of living forever. [Count]:“But, what I had told you a year ago was not a lie… No,” [Count]:“My earnest feelings for you have actually deepened further, greater than what they were a year ago.” Joining the heartfelt feelings that had accumulated over the past year with the words he had uttered on the day of our wedding, he delivered them once more.
[Count]:“With this ceaseless life of mine, I am proud to be able to uphold my unchanging love to you.” [Count]: “…I love you, Kara. For ages to come, I shall continue to devote this eternity to you.” [Kara]: “Yes, Abel… I love you too.”
Standing close, we smiled to each other before coming together for a kiss.
Though I am still human right now— I willbe turned into a vampire someday. I think that an eternal life isn’t filled with only beautiful and joyful things. (Even so… On those days where sadness erupts, I shall recall the day of our wedding, when we had sworn our love to one another… and also what had happened today.)
As if to carve this happiness onto my heart, I pressed my lips to his—
…
Having reaffirmed our feelings for one another, we returned to the saloon.
At tonight’s party, there were indeed several vampires who were kind to me upon our hellos. Those who were not, however, still scrutinized me as if I were a hindrance. (But I just don’t care. The Count is by my side, after all…)
[Count]:“…Ah, that’s right. Kara, I forgot to tell you one thing.” [Kara]:“Hm?” [Count]:“You said before that you’re going to work hard to receive everyone’s approval, but,” [Count]:“You’re splendid as is— It’s just that everyone else doesn’t know of your charm.”
[Count]:“Thus, you should let those onlookers observe you for as much as they want.” [Kara]:“Count…” At that moment, a waltz began to play in the room.
[Count]:“Oh, is it time to dance?” [Count]:“Kara; your hand.” [Kara]:“…Yes.” Joining the melody, we both step in time.
When I first came to this time period, I was unfamiliar with this sort of dance. But now, because I’m with the Count, I can dance as if feathers had sprouted on my back. (He’s taken me to countless balls…) (Even with my poor dancing, he accompanied me with nary a reluctant face… It’s all thanks to him.)
[Count]:“Kara.” He then called my name as we danced, a soft whisper.
[Count]: “…Have you noticed? Everyone… is looking at us.” Upon his words, I took a peek at the expressions of those around us as we stepped in time. (gh- It’s true. Everyone’s eyes… are on us.) And on top of that - the ones from before were not wearing scrutinizing, displeased gazes. Everyone, their eyes whisked away, looked at us as if spellbound.
[Kara]: “Your steps, are truly beautiful… so it’s all thanks to you.” [Count]:“Not so. If you were not my partner, then I simply could not dance as merrily as I am right now.” True to his claim he wore a jubilant smile, his dance steps reflecting such (joy) as well. He acted beautifully, gallantly… and most of all, with a lively air. The gesture of his smile made even myself, the one who’s always by his side, entranced.
[Count]:“We’re more in harmony with each other than anyone else. Isn’t that right?” [Kara]:“Hehe,that’s right…!”
The Count is beautiful regardless of who he dances with; but the person most in sync with him is definitely me— I’m able to believe that because his gold eyes directly reflect myselfwithin them. (No matter what anyone says… I just cannot give up this spot to anyone.)
When the piece had ended and the dance having concluded, an applause erupted with loud cheering. Everyone around was looking at us, their eyes shining. (…We were able to express our feelings towards each other - just a little bit - to the crowd, huh?) My heart tickled thinking about it. Exchanging smiles with the Count, we were enveloped in endless applause—
…
Time had passed in an instant during the party, and now it was time for everyone to go their separate ways.
[Pureblood Woman 1]: “…Lady Kara. If I may… have you for a moment?” The women who we had greeted first at the party spoke up. [Pureblood Woman 1]: “When I saw your dance with the Count just before, it…” [Pureblood Woman 1]: “It conveyed that even if you are human, you two atleastearnestly love each other.” (…!)
[Pureblood Woman 2]: “As a pureblood, it doesn’t mean I can acknowledge you right away, but,” [Pureblood Woman 2]: “…I must apologize for acting rudely towards you. I’m sorry.” [Kara]: “No, you don’t have to… Um-But,” [Kara]: “If it’s all right with you, then someday… if I could even have simply a proper conversation with you, I’d be quite happy.”
Whether it’s the difference in lifespan or the concept of (having) descendants— I think that there’s several reasons why they cannot accept me. It doesn’t seem like it’ll be easy to close that gap, and it’ll definitely require more time to get to know each other. (I just don’t know about things like the pureblood way of life and the pain they experience.) (But… I want to know, I think.) Even if our lives are indeed different, I don’t want to give up on finding a compromise.
The Count, standing next to me, smiled without a word. In our future, as eons pass, I want to prove to this person that I will make him truly happy—
…
[Count]:“…Thank you, Kara.” On the stagecoach home, the Count had made a statement. [Kara]:“…? I haven’t done anything to deserve gratitude, you know.” [Count]:“It’s for coming to the party, by my side, today.” [Count]:“It’s also… for being by my side up until now. I just wanted to properly thank you for that.” He brought his body closer to mine, intertwining our fingers.
[Kara]:“Abel…?”
[Count]: “…Today was not only the day of the party— but also of our anniversary, no?” [Count]:“Starting now… is the time between only a husband and his wife.”
…
—Having returned to the manse, Abel gave me his love in his room. Our lips melded over and over in hot kisses… And, exploring the inside of my mouth, his soft tongue tangled with mine.
[Kara]:“Hh… ngh, uh-“ Every time our tongues moved, a wet sound echoed between us, and I shivered as pleasure crept up my body. Repeating our countless kisses, the feeling of wanting him morestirred within me, impossible to hold down. Desiring him I wrapped my tongue with his, and our kisses gradually deepened.
[Count]:“Kara…” His sighs burned, his own desire for me conveyed through the heat.
[Count]:“Kara— How do you want it?” [Count]:“Tonight, I want to bring you to ecstasy.” [Count]:“Do you want me to be gentle? Or rather, do you want to be loved fiercely?” [Kara]: “I want you to… do what you want to me.” [Kara]: “That’s what… makes me happiest.” [Count]:“…I see. So you wish to be loved senseless, do you?”
[Kara]:“Nn-… A-Ah—…” He smoothly stroked my waist with his fingers drawn in a sensual fingering, my now-sensitive body visibly reacting to the simple touch.
⋆ “fingering”, as in the way one shapes their fingers when they do something. i didn’t want to take the wimpy way out and just say fingers cuz if they really wanted that, they wouldve said fingers. weh!! it’s usually used in terms of musical fingering, so i can see it being perhaps a slight allusion to his violin playing? idk maybe thats giving them too much credit
[Count]:“…You truly are adorable, Kara.” [Count]: “Tonight, I shall teach you once more the bliss of becoming my wife.”
On the night of our anniversary… we loved each other more deeply, more obscenely than ever before.
(FIN)
⋆ tl;dr the other ending (“her vow”) has the MC pretty much repeat her part of the vow from their wedding. they dance alone on the balcony. then they make their way out of the venue as the party ends and before they leave, she goes to the vampire women from before and apologizes for coming to the party. they go to the church from the aisare ending (the one where they first exchanged vows) blabla cute
EXTRA // “A Letter for 50 Years from Now”
⋆ so if u buy the special card set, u get a special ministory where the 3 romantic interests (of each event “part”, so this story also had vincent and leo) write a letter dedicated to their waifu 50 yrs from now (like a time capsule, in the Count’s own words). the text below is of the Count’s letter only.
To my wife, Kara, whom I love:
Right now, while imagining what a future with you would look like, I am writing this letter to you. I wonder what you’ll be doing, 50 years from this moment? Maybe pouring black tea in the manse, as you’ve always done? Or perhaps you’re acting shy, clad in a dress I had given to you as a gift?
I also wonder… if you’re walking by my side, within a time equal to eternity. Whether or not “that” has occurred by the time you read this letter— The time I spend with you is so precious and dear to me that even a single moment could rival this eternity. In the future as well, I want to continue living - together with you - as the generations pass, And that is why I shall continue to swear to you, again and again: That with this everlasting life of mine, I shall devote my eternal love to you. I love you, Kara.
With Eternal Love, Your Husband, Abel
P.S. I think that the you of 50 years from now already knows this, but I have resolved to propose to you every year on our anniversary. Please, when you finish reading this letter— Will you let the man by your side give his 51st proposal to you?
FIN
……….u kno i really said to myself, i feel like i should probably get this out before the event ends cuz itll feel weird otherwise cuz anniversary events are gonna fire up right after WELL. things dun always work out kind of meh about how this one shaped out, so sorry if it reads funky cuz ik crie
please buy the epilogue if/when you can!! or just… buy stuff on ikevam when u feel like it. like idk buy a story set sometimes. do a few daily gacha rolls and then gtfoh cuz the gacha is a scam
so the next Count thing of content isnt until around the next collection event (theyre having another scenario event cuz i guess the schedule doesnt work out within 1 month otherwise) and that’s not until the middle of the month so uh dun expect an explosion of stuff from me i guess. i mean not like i ever do but just uh tempering expectations
me going thru translations: u kno wat… tomorrow (closes window) me editing a wallpaper for myself: i must finish this tonite so help me gad
so obv this is not an official card or w/e - this is the work of editing two of the One More Wedding trio cards + the img given for the Count’s epilogue. i wanted one to my own liking so yea. i blurred it in case this counts as bad sharing so sorry abt that
Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*) ill be extra miffed if i see it distributed randomly cuz i wasted hours on this self-indulgent crud lul
a/n: My dear Chase, this may come as a surprise since it’s been so long since you sent me your request! I know you like some angst in your reads, so I hope it’s to your liking! I combined the original prompt with one from @xxsycamore’s and @chaosangel767‘s Valentine event prompts, which greatly inspired me to write this story.
Wordless “I love you” Prompts #15: Calming them down when they have a bad dream
+Be My Valentine Feb 11 Prompt: Dancing with each other while no one is around
[Tags]: established relationship, fluff, comfort, lil angsty Comte
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The scratching sound of the fountain pen was le Comte’s only companion in his room, at the late hour he dedicated to responding to his letters. The stack beside him hailed from all sorts of connections he had made—some during the 19th century and some even older. The routine of it became a chore to him, but one that he intended to keep. Le Comte reminisced back to a time when receiving a letter was the highlight of his day, especially one that arrived from a friend abroad.
As time passed beyond the span of a human lifetime, his enthusiasm for letters from his human connections waned. More times than he would like to admit, letters from so-and-so friend would cease to arrive without explanation; or rather, without written explanation. How bittersweet it had become for him to wait for a response. The more he looked forward to it, the stronger his was his grief when it never arrived. He would learn through experience that he would rather hold onto the hope of waiting than to seek the reason for their discontinued contact.
Ink dripped from le Comte’s pen, hovering frozen in place above the letter. He would need to restart, but he could not stand being in the room that had overfilled with his sorrowful thoughts. A change of scenery was in order.
Title: On Your Knees Author:@kazesuke Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Character(s): Comte de Saint-Germain, Female MC Rating: E- Explicit Warnings: Lots of smut, cock-warming, shibari, oral sex, dirty talk, doggy style, cunnilingus, body worship Prompt: Kink Summary: 5 times she was on her knees for Comte and one time he gladly knelt for her.
1.
Comte sighed as he perused the many letters he received on a daily basis. Shifting a little, he felt the warmth of her mouth tighten momentarily around his cock. He stroked his fingers through her hair in silent apology for any discomfort but she hummed softly, sending a streak of pleasure along his hard cock.
Her legs had to be aching by now. She’d been beneath his desk for a long while and he still couldn’t believe how readily she’d agreed to go along with his request. Her hair whispered soft against his fingers as he stroked and pet, his cock swelling as she sucked gently. He gave a tug when it became too much and felt her shudder around him. Comte had already filed that little detail away for later.
He returned to his letters, groaning this time in irritation at the content, some request from a far off cousin who’d gotten into trouble with the locals <i>again</i>. Comte rocked his hips, replacing the frustration with pleasure, feeling the slide of his cock into her pretty little mouth. He moved slowly and lazily as he composed a reply in his head, his hips stopping to regain concentration while he wrote it. He chuckled softly at the disappointed whine from under the desk.
“Patience, ma chérie. I still have many more <i>frustrating</i> letters to reply to.” He groaned at her swallow of reply. “Naughty girl,” he added softly, eyes tracking across the page but his thoughts filled with her.
2.
Moonlight was beautiful, eternal like so few things were, bathing his beloved’s skin in cold brilliance. The rope, harmony in its difference, warm and heavy in his hands as he wove it around her body in intricate patterns he’d learnt over the many centuries. Pink blossomed across her skin, her chest heaving faster with each pull of the rope sliding against her slick pussy.
Comte tied the final knot, tracing the rope and watching her shiver. “Perfect,” he breathed. Comte hooked a finger beneath a length of rope and met her eyes, dark and warm, before he tugged. Pleasure suffused across her face and a moan tumbled past her trembling lips, the flood of pleasure clearly catching her by surprise. He kissed her cheek, a chaste press of her lips in complete contrast to the unrelenting tug of the rope in his hands. She moaned and trembled, back arching as she pushed her body closer to him.
He longed to touch her, certain in the knowledge she didn’t know just how much he tortured himself teasing her like this. Keeping his touches to the bare minimum, just a little stroke, a quick tug when all he wanted to do was drown in her night after night until he’d claimed all she had.
Comte drew back, settling his hands on her knees, her legs bound beneath her as he idly stroked patterns. Beautiful, she was so beautiful.
He ducked his head, tongue flicking across her nipple and drawing a quiet gasp before he took it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue, hot and wet around it, sucking and holding back his amusement when her hands jerked and dragged the rope against her sensitive pussy.
She’d soon learn.
3.
“Open your mouth.” The words settled into the quiet air of the room, his voice barely breaching the silence. She knelt before him, her cheeks flushing as those words registered. She slowly opened her mouth, watching his cock twitch in anticipation.
The rustle of his clothes sounded loud in comparison when he stepped closer, the tip of his cock rubbing against her tongue and then sliding into the wet warmth of her mouth. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her, holding her gaze.
She opened her mouth wider and something deep inside him flared with desire, but he held back, slid his hips forward and watched his cock disappear. Keeping absolutely still, her eyes slid shut with a soft moan that vibrated across his skin.
Comte rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, letting his cock slide in and out of her willing mouth until he rested the tip of his cock on her tongue. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he began to stroke, feeling the pleasure rush through him. He groaned and shivered, setting a lazy pace while already imagining his come splattered across her tongue and slipping down her throat.
He breathed her name and her eyes fluttered open, the pure heat in her gaze enough to send him over the edge. Comte stroked hard and fast, coating her mouth with his come and watching flecks escape onto her skin. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, moaning quietly at the taste.
4.
Comte did feel a little mean to bother her while she worked, but he knew scrubbing the floors was one of the more frustrating jobs she had to contend with. He crouched down behind her. “Chérie,” he murmured before placing a warm hand on her lower back, leaning his head on her shoulder.
“Comte, wha-?”
“I couldn’t help but stop to talk to you.” His fingers moved in comforting circles, slipping lower and skimming over her skirt before moving to places more innocent. “I know this is a very hard job, but I also know you enjoy being on your knees for me.”
He spoke in barely a whisper, not wishing for anyone else to hear his words to her. Comte chuckled at the pink that spread across her cheeks. “Just think of me, watching you clean, the way you work so hard, the sway of your body, enticing me to do things that will leave your cleaning the last thing on either of our minds. As much as I enjoy the view, I much prefer you spread beneath me.”
Comte nipped her earlobe, catching the sharp gasp of her breath before he got to his feet and straightened, patting her on the head. “Good work as always, I’m looking forward to dinner and dessert this evening.” When she turned to him, he gave her a soft smile but knew she would still see his passion for her. “Make sure Sebastian doesn’t keep you too late, hmm?”
She nodded and he turned, walking quickly away before he really did take her away from her task.
5.
His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her body back into him as his cock sank deep inside her. Her sweet cry filled his ears and he hid his satisfied groan in her shoulder. Comte draped across her back, feeling every inch of her, warm and soft. Her hips rocked back, meeting his hips with each thrust, her moans muffled into his pillows.
“Ah - chérie-” he groaned. “You feel wonderful.”
Her skin felt warm beneath his palm as he cupped her breast and squeezed. His fingers slipped to her nipple, pinching and twisting while she bounced slow and steady against his hips. Comte groaned into her skin, nuzzling into her skin and inhaling deeply. The sweetness of her filled his nose and the thrum of her pulse called like a siren in the night.
She couldn’t know how she truly enticed him every moment of every day. He pinched harder, desperate to sink his fangs into her, desperate to bite with teeth alone, but he didn’t trust himself. Instead, Comte tugged and twisted mercilessly, feeling her squeeze tightly around his cock, drawing him in. “Beautiful girl, wonderful girl,” he whispered into her skin, fingers slipping to her wet and swollen clit.
She trembled beneath the touch to her sensitive bundle of nerves as he stroked with each hard thrust. Her pussy tightened, squeezing and fluttering with pleasure that he felt shake her smaller frame.
“Come for me.” He spoke the words against her ear and felt her body give in.
Her pussy squeezed hard and he barely managed a few more thrusts into her exquisite heat before he tumbled over the edge right alongside her. Comte spilt every last drop into her greedy pussy even while her voice pitched higher as she became more sensitive.
Comte finally stilled, buried inside her and panting softly. He pressed soft kisses to every patch of her he could reach, hearing her soft sighs of contentment. “I hope I didn’t go too hard,” he hummed, unable to resist teasing her.
He saw her blush as she huffed softly. “No, you didn’t, I’m fine.”
He chuckled and her body squeezed in protest, a soft gasp escaping her “No? Then I’ll have to try harder.”
Sebastian would have to forgive him. His excellent butler would be without help tomorrow.
+1.
He could drown in the fire of her eyes. She sat tall and proud on the bed, her stocking-clad foot resting on his thigh. So close. Not close enough.
She smiled sweetly but a not-so-innocent edge he never saw in the daylight tugged at the edges of it. Sometimes Comte wondered if he dreamed it.
Her fingers, still soft and delicate despite all the work she did for them, settled beneath his chin and tipped his head. Their gazes met and he surprised even himself by blushing. Comte worshipped her, showered her with gifts every opportunity he got, liked to fluster her at every turn, and yet….
Truly a goddess. A bright spot in a house of darkness and second chances. He’d be jealous, if not for the fact that she’d been gracious enough to choose his bed and his company to share.
Her thumb brushed electric across his cheek bone, feeling the heat beneath it. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Comte always had, ever since he’d first seen her in the Louvre. He’d found himself unable to take his eyes off her.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She smiled, hiding her blush in her movement and the rustle of her negligee, drawing his attention as her legs parted. The thin, gauzy fabric fell away, revealing the glistening lips of her pussy.
Her fingers grasped tightly in his hair and she dragged him forward. Comte moaned when she pressed him close and he immediately began to lick and suck. She tasted heavenly, her essence sweet on his tongue as he licked and swallowed her juices like a man starved. His cock ached and bobbed eagerly between his legs but just as he enjoyed teasing her, well, she liked to pay him back.
She moaned above him, sighing in pleasure, dragging him up to her clit. Comte teased and traced the bundle of nerves, knowing she drew closer and closer to her orgasm. Her fingers teased through his dishevelled hair, tugging lightly on the strands as her thighs trembled.
Her hips rocked and she pressed him impossibly close, used his mouth as if he had no say in the matter, and he felt all too happy to worship her in any way she pleased. He devoured her, her thighs pressing tight when he heard her tumble over the edge, only stopping when she dragged him away from her slick skin.
Comte groaned softly in disappointment but her flushed face soon filled the void. “Patience, naughty boy.” And he shivered as she turned the familiar nickname back on him. “We’ve barely begun.”
To the commissioner:
I hope you really enjoy this, I had a looot of fun writing it! Thank you for commissioning us <3
Title: Golden Eyes Author:@kazesuke Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Character(s): Comte de Saint-Germain, Vlad, Female MC Rating: M - Mature Warnings: Spoilers for Comte’s real name, Incubus AU, dub-con (because Incubus) Prompt: “How sweet, sacrificing yourself for her. When did you get a heart?” Summary: She enjoyed the dreams of golden eyes and the soft smile of the man she met at the museum but the red of wine sent chills down her spine.
She supposed she should be frightened. The man in her room shouldn’t have been there, couldn’t be there - even her sleep addled mind felt sure all the windows and doors remained locked as always.
Yet, he hovered above her - hovered because she couldn’t feel the weight of him, just the heat of his body calling like a siren to her.
Her brain urged her to do something as she gazed up into captivating golden eyes, an alluring smile that almost looked gentle… sad.
His lips felt warm as they brushed against hers. She thought fear ought to well up inside her, but a tingling warmth spread from the touch before he took her lips again. Again and again, rolling warmth spread through her body while he plucked pleasure from her. She couldn’t feel the definition of his touch but she felt the way her body ached for more and the disappointment when it clenched on nothing.
She tried to raise her arms, to touch him in return, but they felt heavy, her body languid. A tiny spike of fear needled at her heart before the scrape of his teeth, too sharp but oh so wonderful, replaced that needle with a bright stab of pleasure.
A jolt of pain, then pleasure burned her veins and her body trembled in ecstasy.
She bolted awake at the blaring of her work alarm, feeling as sated and warm as her dream but, of course, alone. No warm, beautiful man above her.
She checked all the windows and her front door before she went to work that day.
Locked.
She first met Abel at the local museum, a warm, gentle smile on his lips and a sprawling knowledge of history in his brain.
“I’m not sure it would have actually flown but he seemed to have some good ideas.” The soft, low voice made her jump and he smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I work at this museum, my name’s Abel.”
She gave him her name in reply, the brief hope that her beating heart would calm leaving her as she looked up into his handsome face. His golden eyes were most captivating, hauntingly familiar like she’d seen them once in a dream. “Y-yeah, it seems logical to study birds to figure out how to fly but it’s a shame it didn’t work out for Da Vinci.”
Abel nodded. “I wish we had more things of his to display here, but of course they’re in various European countries. These are just some models based on his designs. If it’s not too presumptuous of me… would you mind a guided tour?”
“N - no of course not!” Her face split into a grin and his smile never wavered.
She listened to him for hours as he took her on a personal tour - a perhaps unauthorised event, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask for sure in case the spell between them somehow broke.
“Did you know Vincent Van Gogh had a younger brother? He was desperate to show the fruits of his brother’s labour to others and supported him as best he could.”
She shook her head, the two of them standing before Sunflowers. “No, I didn’t, but I think it’s good that he had someone.”
Abel gave a soft nod. “I agree,” he murmured, something so immeasurably soft in his tone that it made her heart ache. “It’s strange.”
She opened her mouth to ask what exactly was strange, but a voice called from behind them first;
“Abel? Can you come help me with the Monet display?” A man of a similar age, yet with white hair and piercing eyes the colour of wine, approached them. He gave her a smile that she couldn’t quite follow to his eyes, but his tone was soft and gentle. “I’m sorry, miss, if you need help with anything the information desk is available to you, not to mention our very comprehensive audio guide.”
He took Abel’s hand and dragged him away to a protest of “Vlad!” which she assumed to be the other man’s name. She stood for several moments, the whirlwind of the conversation settling around and over her like a blanket before a needle of hurt poked her heart. She really had been taking up too much of Abel’s time - possibly gotten him into trouble.
Maybe she could leave him a message at the information desk. She left him an apology and her number, thinking nothing would come of it.
It arrived 5 hours later. “No need to apologise, I enjoyed your company. I’m sorry about Vlad (my coworker).”
The same dream plagued her that night too. It felt just as real, the warmth burning brighter in her chest the moment she met his eyes. They looked like Abel’s. Had they been like that before in the dream or was her mind just embellishing? Her subconscious adding what she wanted, yet could she truly want it after only half a day? She could feel his touch more clearly in this dream, his fingers cupping her flushed cheeks, his thumb brushing over desperate lips.
She ached when his hands drifted lower, teasing her body as his weight settled on her and a moan slipped past her lips. He nuzzled her throat, breath tickling her skin with a sigh, the sound utterly satisfied. She could feel him through clothes that to be skin tight, the hard bulge of him rocking against her, and she longed to press up into him. His moans grew desperate, pants heavier as a quiet whine escaped him before a flood of pleasure engulfed her body and he shuddered above her.
“Ab-el-”
She jolted upright with the last syllable leaving her lips. Her alarm had rudely awoken her once more and she flushed hot with embarrassment. She had to get it together if half a day of Abel’s undivided attention had reduced her dreams to this.
Abel sighed softly when Vlad insisted on joining him on his visit to the coffee shop.
“This isn’t like you, Abel,” Vlad muttered, voice darker than Abel felt comfortable with. “Making a connection with a human.” That was a lie. Abel had always been far too interested in humans and their relationships. That wasn’t the point of their existence. They gave humans a nice time and then they went on their way. No strings, no relationships, no nothing.
Humans in the mean times had come up with words that perfectly described the kind of sex their kind had: one night stands, friends with benefits.
Humans were too messy. Too emotional.
“I just prefer to understand humans a little more.”
“You shouldn’t play with your food.”
Abel gave him a hard glare but the pretty little human arrived and Abel’s face immediately softened. Disgusting. Almost like Abel felt affection for her. Vlad would think he’d fallen in love. But that should be impossible for an incubus.
Abel made some apology for his presence but she smiled softly and shook her head. Too sweet to declare it a problem. Too kind. Vlad watched her and felt a flush of surprise when Abel left the two of them alone to get coffee.
“So, Vlad. You work at the museum too, are you also as interested in history?”
Perhaps he could ruin this whole thing before it went too far. Vlad put on his most charming smile. “Yes, 18th Century architecture is my real passion, it’s a shame there’s not exactly a place for it in the museum.” Each expression, every word a calculated move to pull her in. A mere hunt. “Abel tells me you’re very interested in history too?”
She went off on some ramble that he lost half way through, but he’d noticed the way her cheeks flushed with excitement and her whole face lit up. Vlad might have given some indication of that, since she wound down with an apology; “I - I’m sorry, I got a little carried away.”
The smile on his face had become effortless after decades of practice. “It’s quite alright, it’s beautiful the way your face lights up.” He leant a little closer and could practically feel the elevation of her heart rate. “There’s no need to be embarrassed about your passions.”
“Yes… You’re right, Vlad, thank you!” The smile she gave him looked warm but not shy, not flustered. The woman remained so unaffected by him it was almost laughable. Vlad would have to try harder.
She opened her eyes to the beginning of the dream, the night quiet around her but rather than golden eyes, she woke this time to deep red, the colour of wine. Ice slid down her spine at the sight and she wondered if she should have been feeling this all along, this sense of wrong. He smiled, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes, just like….
Her whole body jolted as though she’d been released from some spell and she scrambled back in her bed. Vlad braced himself against the wall, a snarl on his lips and hair in disarray. A warm hand settled on her shoulder and tension drained out of her when she saw it belonged to Abel.
Even if he wore skin tight black and tiny wings protruded from his back and his forked tail looked like a snake poised to strike.
Vlad wore much the same now that she looked at him properly.
This must be one hell of a dream.
“What are you doing here, Vlad? She’s my prey.” Hissed words that made her shudder. She’d never heard Abel angry before but this felt beyond that. He sounded incensed, even though his touch on her shoulder remained as gentle as always.
“Prey? You call her that but I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’d say it was love if we were capable.” This Vlad seemed so different from the one she’d seen. His features twisted with rage and contempt, sneering at the both of them, like they were something nasty he’d stepped in.
“Maybe we are, Vlad! Can you truly say you’ve never felt anything for anyone?!” Abel’s voice so different yet so comforting even with the fierceness that laced his tone
A deep hurt crossed Vlad’s face before rage overcame him once more. “The council could strip you of everything for this. Time and time again I have to stop you, but this time…” His narrow eyes flickered to her. “It should be impossible… but she almost rejected me.”
“The council can do as they please, I don’t care if it’s for her.” Softer. The words made her heart thump harder than the dreams ever had.
“How sweet, sacrificing yourself for her. When did you grow yourself a heart?” Despite the words, Vlad knew Abel had possessed one for a long time. “And what about your little human, what will she say about an incubus crawling into her bed and trying to cosy up to her as if you can have some kind of… anything!”
Abel glanced at her and, for the first time, he looked nervous. Her hand settled on his, head spinning with all the information, her mind foggy with sleep. A lot to ask of her in one breath.
“I’d like to talk about it, at least. You owe me an explanation if nothing else.” Her sleepy attempt at scolding didn’t do much to dent the look of sheer relief and delight that she hadn’t immediately rejected him. She couldn’t stay mad.
“Disgusting,” Vlad snarled, but she thought she saw hurt and not anger this time. He swirled from the room, the night settling quiet and deep around them.
Abel dropped heavy onto the bed with a quiet sigh and a guilty look cast her way.
“Do you still drink coffee… Like this? I think we could use some.” She made the first move, an olive branch coated in caffeine, and a helpless laugh of relief returned as her reply.
“Coffee sounds wonderful.”
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