#Ikevamp chat

[friedbroth]

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp faust #ikevamp charles #ikevamp chat

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Jeanne: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures.

MC: What??

Mozart: He's having an idea.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp incorrect quotes #ikevamp jeanne #ikevamp jean #ikevamp mc #ikevamp mozart #honestly i will never get over how jeanne is so smart but also so head empty #literally iconic and hilarious on every level #bless his heart F in the chat #it almost reminds me of that episode of fairly oddparents #when cosmo has an idea for the first time #source: incorrect quote generator

[yaassu]

[ 💌 ] Random otome screenies that I have in my camera roll pt. 50

- Kiss Event: Touch Me Tonight Part 1

“Now let me taste your honey”

🍯🍯🍯🍯

#suddenly all my clothes are gone #clothes have left the chat #yes sir 🥺 #GODS WHY IS HE SO DADDY #he’s so handsome I wanna sit on his face #comte the type to eat you out for hours FOR HIS OWN PLEASURE #he would definitely get off from seeing YOU get off #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire comte #ikemen vampire saint germain #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #otome games #otome game #otome #yaassu.txt

[syneilesis]

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

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

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

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

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

¤

“Well done, ma chérie.”

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

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

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

¤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Indeed. Excuse me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I’m –”

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

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

His hands stay there.

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

Further down: your rubescent neck.

Ah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know. Do you hate it?”

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

“No …”

Le Comte draws closer. “Then…?”

A swallow. A shuddering breath.

“... I like it.”

Le Comte smiles. Got you.

“That’s a good girl.”

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

“Shall I reward you tonight?”

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

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

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

And then: “Yes.” 

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

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

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

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

You take his hand.

#dear-mrs-otome #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp comte #ikevamp fic #my fic #fic #syn chats

[ikesenwritings]

Okay okay okay, this isn't really a request, just a question for opinion, or... A fub little something? No idea.

You know how people generally tend to have some weird little habits? Say, some people need to clean things in one particular order, or have items only they can use, or have a little song they sing when nobody watches? That sorta stuff.

Do you think IkeSen and/or IkeVamp guys have some?

My personal headcanon is that, although Masamune is ambidextrous, he can hold knife only with his right hand. Chopping stuff while holding it in his left one just feels clunky??

Oh, and for Mitsuhide 👀 He strikes me as a person who'd sing quietly once it's dark? You know, it's late and he's coming home, and humming to himself to kill the time...

Ohohoho this was too fun but not sure if I can call these habits per se?? 😸😸 here’s what I figure:

Kenshin

He walks every inch of the castle alone either very early in the morning (like before sunrise) or late at night before he goes to bed. I mean, he’s just so bored. But! While he’s patrolling, looking for a reason to fight someone or something, he actually comes to find that maybe, he really enjoys this! Hooray! While everyone else can see why a walk can be a great way to meditate or alleviate stress, Kenshin is just a tad bit confused as to why he’s compelled to incorporate these walks into his busy schedule.

Yukimura

Okay, as much as he feels affronted that Shingen has him selling women’s accessories, he still wants to do a good job and refuses to give anyone trying to do honest business a bad rep, and so, without fail, Yuki will always arrive to his post early (irrespective of his spy duties) and take his time arranging all the charms and whatnot so it’s all presentable—presentable in a way that makes sense to Yuki, so we’re not talking about organizing it by color or accessory type, but rather in size order lol. All with a determined look on his face. (Maybe his tongue is poking out a bit because, of course, arranging the accessories in such a way requires concentration.)

Hideyoshi

Now, this is specific to Mitsunari and MC. As the mother hen he is, I think if he sees one part looking out of place (obi, a lock of hair, etc.), he feels very compulsive and rather than fixing that one part first, he’ll go from the bottom up (or top down) and scan your person and will fix anything that needs to be fixed in that order so Mitsunari and MC will always look prim and proper.

Mitsuhide

I agree, he definitely hums a little diddy when he’s by himself, whether it’s walking back to his manor in the middle of the night or getting out of the bath and getting dressed for bed. Something very traditional and maybe even a melody he considers to be really beautiful and sweet. I also like to think that if ever a performance happens at the castle (traditional Noh theater for example) he’ll find himself mumbling the words later on.

Mozart

I believe that whenever there’s a family dinner with all the residents and Mozart undoubtedly finishes first so he can go back to practicing, he will always dab his mouth with a napkin, refold it, and set it on the table; he’ll place all the utensils the way they were before he began eating; and if he’s grabbed the salt or pepper, he’ll put it back in the exact position as he found it. Everything is spotless, everything looks the way it did before dinner was called. It’s almost like he was never there. No one bats an eye at his behavior. But Sebas has tried to tell him time and again that it’s unnecessary but Mozart, for all the times he’s been a bit rude or short with Sebas, this was his way of helping out by making his mess as inexistent as possible. Though he would never say it aloud.

Isaac

I think Arthur and Dazai tease Isaac about him only reading books about philosophy and science and that he should be adventurous and dive into fiction, but little did they know, if Isaac can spare the time, he’ll check out books from the library—all titles the two of them have said in passing conversation, and he’ll make little notes on scrap paper since he can’t annotate in the margins, and he’ll have conversations with himself about the plot as he’s reading before bed. And he has to resist the urge to talk about the book he’s currently reading lest he be teased even more for giving in to the authors’ previous jests.

Jean

I think this is more of a recent thing where he never really minded a messy station or working area whenever he was in town at his job, but now he’d like nothing more than to have everything in its own place and it definitely makes life just a tad easier. And ever since MC started teaching Jean how to read and write, he’ll label anything he can and is really proud of how organized he can be. And I think Jean would do that with anything else that can be labeled as long as he knows he’s not being a disturbance to anyone in the mansion. He’d probably start in the kitchen with jars and spices (under supervision from Sebas, of course).

Theo and Vincent

I think they both share similar nervous ticks. It could be tugging at their ear, bouncing their leg up and down, checking their wristwatch—all simultaneously. It never makes sense to anyone in the mansion to see them like this cause they’re almost never nervous wrecks but damn, once you see them so anxious, they look like two boys again. Usually, everyone is quick to console and/or help tackle the problem at its source. For Theo, it’s whatever gallery he’s secretly holding next. For Vincent, it’s usually because Theo has lost his cool.

#just chatting #hi friend #cybird ikemen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikesen hcs #ikesen headcanons #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp headcanons #ikesen kenshin #ikesen yukimura #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen mitsuhide #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp jean #ikevamp theo #ikevamp vincent

[ophelianated]

So, Dazai canonically likes to follow Arthur around for...whatever reason (probably for his depression vibes tbh). He also has a strong dislike for dogs, to put it mildly (irl Dazai did anyway, so I'm gonna say he does too).

Ever since Arthur figured this out (because of course he did), whenever he is on the last of his nerves when it comes to dealing with Dazai, he will take Vic out for a walk because that way Dazai stops following him, if only for the time being.

For a while he thinks he has galaxy brained it at last and a good part of his clown problems are solved. Except after a time Vic starts to associate Dazai with walks, and because walks = good, he becomes super hyper and excited whenever he catches sight of Dazai and launches 7 pounds of puppy love at him at the speed of light, much to the chagrin of both writers.

Vic 110% chases Dazai around the mansion, and the only reason Arthur is able to suppress his jealousy ("why would you choose that slippery twat over me? a queen really ought to have better taste than that") and not intervene is that watching Dazai finally let his mask slip while he runs for his life is too good an opportunity to examine what's underneath to just pass up over something as petty as jealousy.

(he will absolutely hold extra long cuddle marathons after Vic has tired himself out though)

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp dazai #get yourself a Vic for instant bonding with your one-sided frenemy #only one doctor recommends it but i swear he is a good one #king sometimes joins in on the - what he thinks is - fun #like the himbo golden retriever he is #and dazai is like 'fuck they're multiplying' as he tries to quicken his step even more #but king is a big boyo and always catches up with him #and just #fucking trashes the shit out of dazai lovingly #dazai screams and the dogs think it's just part of the play fighting #theo hasn't laughed this much in a long time #he considers helping him for a fleeting second upon seeing how miserable he is #but he'll be damned before he takes away his bestest boy's new toy #f in the chat for dazai

[natimiles]

Hello! Just wondering, do you take writing requests? ❤️

Hellooo!

I've honestly never done it before, but we could give it a try :)

I started playing Ikevamp again recently, currently in the middle of Vlad's route. I already played Charle's (dramatic ending) and the original ones (it's been a while, but I remember most of it, HAISUEHASUIEHAS).

Sometimes I play Obey Me, original and nightbringer. But I'd rather read and write about them than to play the game, HASUIEHASUIE. I'm only a F2P annoyed that those battles are TOO HARD TO PASS.

What do you have in mind, dear anon?

#ask me #let's chat I'm nice #ikevamp #obey me

[stabby-with-love]

Guys I need help. Do you guys know other yandere otome characters?? I want to expand my otome knowledge outside of Ikemen Sengoku and I like Yandere/Possessive characters.

Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls

#mei mei chats #ikemen sengoku #ikemen prince #ikemen vampire #otome #otome boys #ikesen #ikepri #ikevamp #male yandere #yandere male

[yarnnerdally]

I’m avoiding doing work so tell me your top three fictional characters (Ikemen preferably but if there’s someone else topping your list lmk) you simp for and I’ll tell you who you’d simp for in Hypnosis Microphone.

I’ll start with my bias:

Amaguni Hitoya

Age: 35

Occupation: Lawyer

Division: Nagoya, Bad Ass Temple

MC Name: Heaven & Hell

Prefers a neat glass of whiskey. Believes that pineapple has no place with sweet and sour pork. Rockabilly.

I love him so much I got commissioned art of him and my OC Nana.

Also thank you again @mypillowpaper for the gorgeous work!

#hcs #Ally chats #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikesen #ikevamp #ikemen revolution #ikerev #hypnosis mic

[nad-zeta]

Goooood morning/evening/night, my wonderful lady!~ 😘🧡

Though I may no longer be as present as I used to be, I often fondly remember my lady's kind words and energetic enthusiasm!~

I quite hope that my lady has had a wonderful year and will be having an even more wonderful one going forward!~ 🥰

May my lady have wonderful holidays upon her life!~

With Love,

Your Favorite Azuchi Ninja,

Maeda Keiji 🧡

OMW EEEEEEEEEEK! long time no seeeeee

//squeals into oblivion 🤩🤩🤩🤩🥺🥺🔥🔥😍😍👏👏 //races over to squish in big hug!

Looks like i ain't the only one who has worked themselves to the bone🤣🤣🤣🥺🥺🥺 eeeeeep HUGS! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🔥🔥🔥🌻

I hope you manage to rest the remainder of the year! And and and im sending ya allll the good vibes, candy and blessings for the new year!❤️❤️❤️👏👏👏🍾🍾🍷🍷🍷🌻🌻

2022 has really kicked me to the dirt and punched me in the guts🤣🤣🤣 so here is to hoping 2023 is more kind😳🤣🔥🥺 hehehehe meanwhile I've spent the past few weeks catching up on beauty sleep✨️✨️✨️🌷🔥 hoping to be more present in jan🤣🤣🤣

Hehehe keep well dear! AND DONT BE A STRANGER!

#ikevamp #maeda keiji #keiji #zeta chats #eeeep #ive missed ya! #so much #eeek eeeeep #looks like i ain't alone in my dissappearing act

[aquagirl1978]

Can you post some Chev sequel spoilers pls pls pls? I've been looking everywhere for some? Like your favorite points, plot twists or any Gil and Chev things?

Thank you in advance 💛🖤

Anon....I am so sorry for taking forever to get to these asks. I read both ends of his sequel in 36 hours and then couldn't process a thing afterwards 😭

I can scream for a while about this, but I'll try to keep this under a novel's length lol

MAJOR SPOILERS ABOUT GILBERT'S MAIN ROUTE / CHEVALIER'S SEQUEL ROUTE BELOW:

Alright, you asked about Gil and Cheva things, so here it goes.

There is so much Gilbert in his sequel. So much that it starts to feel like Comte's route when it becomes the Vlad show (if you read IkeVamp). And I guess, like Comte and Vlad, they can't shake that friendship that was there since their youth.

In Cheva's sequel, Cheva and Emma go to Obsidian (along with Leon, Yves, Cyran and Lucien - wow that's a mouthful) because of...well, things that happen in the prequel that are barely even important here. Gilbert spends a bit of time with Emma - for obvious reasons, if you read his route, and Chevalier spends some time digging around Obsidian Castle.

One thing that will be nice for players who don't read Cheva's events is they will see his emotional development that was lacking in his route. You will see a Chevalier who is free to be affectionate with Emma in front of his brothers (to which Yves and Leon were thoroughly disturbed). His love for Emma is on full display....and guess who is witnessing all of this.

When the routes split, they deal with the a similar conflict, but one puts the problem solving on Emma, the other puts it on Chevalier. And it's interesting to see how they both handle it - which is they handle it the same way. Chevalier puts all his trust and faith in Emma - and this love is something Gilbert ends up being jealous of.

My favorite saddest part of Chevalier's sequel comes towards the end of his Dramatic Route. Chevalier is put in a terrible, awful, horrible situation, one where we truly see how mad Gilbert is - did you think you saw his madness already? Guess what, you didn't. Anyway, after all the horrible things Gilbert has done to Chevalier (which Leon saved him from!) Chevalier asks Emma and Leon to leave the room.

Gilbert and Chevalier have a heart to heart chat, best that these two can. Gilbert admits that he has known about Emma for some time now (cue shocked Chevalier). He tells him he is in love with her and he had wanted to save her from being tainted by royalty. They are only engaged, and there was still hope for her. He then adds that despite all of Gilbert's obstacles, their love for one another won out and neither betrayed the other. Can these two hug it out now?

Chevalier also had figured out Gilbert is sick and dying. He tells him to get himself better and that Obsidian needs him. Obsidian is nothing without him. This is after Gilbert tried to kill him and even shot him with his gun. That just shows the deep (and weird and twisted) bond these two share. And I think it also shows immense emotional growth for Chevalier.

#ugh....i wrote a small book #sorry for how long this ended up #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri spoilers #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #ikepri chevalier spoilers #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikepri gilbert spoilers #ikepri jp #ikepri jp spoilers

[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp HCs: Their Pregnant S/O Fighting

How do they react to their s/o fighting with someone while pregnant?

Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Theo, Jean

Napoleon

Being four months pregnant did not mean Y/N would let anyone disrespect her emperor in her presence.

Napoleon's wife had joined him and Isaac at their little school, chatting away with a few of the children, who gazed at her with wonder- for her general beauty, and her cute round belly.

It was a bit tough for either Napoleon or Isaac to get the kids to concentrate when they kept insisting on touching Y/N and unfortunately for Isaac, he was on the receiving end of "Where do babies come from?", to the amusement of Napoleon.

However, the pleasant atmosphere didn't last as, when school was out, Napoleon was dealing with the angry mother of one of his students. He remained civil and calm, but the incensed woman kept poking him in the chest and getting in his face.

This of course, sat about as well with the emperor's wife as one would expect. Next thing anyone was aware of, Y/N was by his side, shoving the woman away from him.

"Don't put your hands on my husband! Apologize to him!"

"How dare you, who do you think you are?!"

The angry mother stepped forward again, only to get shoved back again by the expectant woman.

"I think I'm the one who's going to put you in the hospital if you don't apologize and leave right now."

Livid, the mother shoved Y/N right back, causing her to fall backwards. Napoleon moved like lightning, catching her with ease. He sent a reproachful glare to the woman, who stood frozen, as if shocked by her own actions.

"Isaac, keep an eye on Y/N."

Y/N reluctantly stayed by Isaac's side while Napoleon dealt with the woman until she left. Later, he took her in his arms, sighing as he lifted her head to lock eyes.

"Don't do that again, nunuche. You can't just get into fights with people. Not in your condition."

He felt a chill up his spine when he thought of what could've happened if she had actually fallen and he wasn't there. He instinctively pulled her closer to him, her head between his neck and shoulder.

He was touched that she had stood up for him, but the last thing he wanted was for her and his baby to be getting into any fights at all.

Arthur

Sometimes, his former flings just...didn't quit, even when he was married with a child on the way.

One such brazen woman had approached Arthur while his wife, who was 4 months along, was with him.

The sheer audacity of it- unabashed flirting with a married man in front of his pregnant wife?

Honestly...

Arthur had no time to rebuff her advances before his scandalized wife moved in front of him and confronted the little viper right there.

"Are you really so desperate you're going to pretend I'm not here, or are you stupid?"

The argument only got more heated from there, finally reaching a tipping point when the spiteful woman made mocking comments about Y/N's body, and even further by implying that she trapped Arthur using the baby.

Neither Arthur or the shameless troublemaker saw the slap coming. Y/N threw the fastest slap ever thrown and the other woman found herself suddenly looking the other direction, her cheek stinging.

Y/N for her part, was slightly red faced and teary eyed and was ready with another slap when the woman righted herself. And another. And another.

Arthur was too stunned at first to react, but he jumped into action when the former fling, infuriated, raised her hand to retaliate.

He caught her wrist in a second, his other arm coiling around his wife as he tugged her back towards him, his hand on her stomach protectively.

"Enough! You don't touch her! Y/N, come with me, darling."

Not wanting her to spend anymore energy on this, he maneuvered his upset wife out of there and somewhere more safe.

His heart ached when confronted with her pretty face flushed and streaked with tears of anger and humiliation. He gently wiped them away.

"Come on now, luv, please don't cry. It's alright..."

He pulled her into his chest as he rubbed her belly, his own pulse starting to slow. His heart had almost given out when he had seen the woman about to hit Y/N.

"Darling, please don't put yourself at risk like that. I can't stand anything happening to you...either of you."

He rubs circles on her stomach as he kisses her cheek.

Theo

Theo is used to dealing with L' Academie by now, but he was not expecting that his hondje would ever have to do so in her state.

And yet, he found himself in said position when one of them came to do their usual shenanigans, but this time, Y/N was with him.

Theo felt more exasperated than nervous, until his wife, four months pregnant with twins, stormed up to the man in the middle of whatever nonsense he was spouting and faced him head on.

"Can't you do anything other than bother him? Go find something to do!"

"It is the duty of L'Academie and he is nothing but an upstart allowing riff raff into the art world!"

Indignant, and hormonal at that, Y/N decided to put the man, and the Academie, in his place once and for all.

"How dare you, you don't get to decide what's art and what's not, my husband is better than any elitist highbrows and you know it, that's why you keep harrassing him! But I won't let you anymore, leave. My. Husband. Alone."

She punctuated her words with a slap so fast across the man's face that it makes her stumble a bit as she holds onto her stomach for balance. Theo had never moved so quick in his life, the second the man's eyes flashed with rage, the younger Van Gogh pulled Y/N to him, his hand on her stomach, both to keep her at bay and to just reassure himself that she was out of harm's way.

Y/N covered his hand with hers, both to reassure him she was alright, but also to show her solidarity to him.

"Don't even think about it. You won't like what happens if you try to hurt her."

The dark look in Theo's sky blue eyes, sends the man retreating wisely on his part.

Y/N was indeed scolded for her recklessness later, even if he thought she was the sweetest for it. She still put herself and the babies in danger. He hadn't liked the look in the man's eyes in the slightest.

"Hondje, what you just did? Never again, understand?"

He tugged her close to him, holding her from behind, resting his head against hers as he ran a hand over her swollen stomach, speaking softer.

"I don't want you in that position again, let alone while you're carrying my pups, got it?"

He wouldn't have known what he would have done if that man had dared to hurt her. Just that it wouldn't have been good.

Jean

The fact anyone had the audacity to attack or threaten a visibly pregnant woman sent a wave of distaste through him.

A customer was being difficult to Y/N who had been seated in the front of the shop while Jean was at the back of the weapon's shop so that Y/N was away from the weapons, because he was very wary of the sharp objects near his 4 month pregnant wife.

She had got up and confronted him alone before Jean could deal with him, pushing the rude man away herself, to the surprise of both men present.

"Get ahold of yourself, this is a place of business, not a schoolyard!"

"Why, I never!"

"Never what, learned proper manners? You don't come into my husband's shop and kick up a fuss, not on my watch!"

The man, galled, took a step forward threateningly, and that was all it took for Jean to immediately move from the other side of the shop to pull Y/N behind him.

His visible eye twinkled with something dangerous at the prospect that he was about to threaten Y/N.

"I suggest you keep your distance from this woman, lest I be forced to make you."

Nobody threatened his wife and child.

After the customer left with intimidation from Jean, the soldier turned to his wife, placing his hand on her stomach, searching her for any signs of distress.

Y/N placed her hands over Jean's on her round belly with a small smile, assuring him she was fine but Jean shook his head.

"If there is a problem like that again, let me handle it. That was dangerous."

Brave as it was that she faced the man alone, he would prefer that she be safe, after all, who knows what he would have done to her, regardless of her delicate state.

His gloved fingers caress her belly as he remains diligently beside her the remainder of the day, just to make sure she remained unharmed and unbothered.

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[scummy-writes]

Chev didn't agree to this photo

∘₊✧──☾ Bloody Simps is an Ikevamp/Ikepri Discord server thats moderated by me and @krys-loves-otome! It is an 18+ space for fans to just chill out and have fun, whether it’s talking about the game itself, or just wanting to meet and chat with others who enjoy cybird games (and not just ikevamp/ikepri!)

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╰❧ Route release voice chats and bingo cards when new routes are dropping- we usually meet an hour before the route drops and then read the first few chaps on call

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The Comte and Chev somes from Jean's route release comic- I drew over Jean's cheeb to make Chev.

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[writingwhimsey]

How about 13 with Napoleon? 🥺 Did i hear mating season?? 👀

Thank you for the request! This one was fun! Hope you're ready for some super spicy Napoleon who wants nothing more than to mate with you over and over again!

Smut is In the Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Napoleon

Prompt: "Get back down here, we're not done yet."

NSFW 18+ content

Mating Season

I walked into Le Comte’s study. “Sebastian said you wanted to see me?” I asked as I stepped inside.

“Ah, yes, come have some tea with me, ma cherie.” Le Comte greeted me with a warm smile. “I just had something I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Oh?” I asked, sitting down in a chair opposite Comte as he poured tea for the two of us. “What is it?”

“Well…it’s more of a warning I feel I should give you.”

“A warning? About what? Has there been something happening in town?” I asked, worried.

“No, nothing like that.” Le Comte replied. “I just thought with spring being in the air, I should tell you about something that can happen to vampires, at least for those who have found someone they love.”

“Yes?”

“Sometimes…during spring after, finding a lover, some vampires…experience a…mating season if you will, during the spring.” Comte explained.

“Mating season?” I asked.

“Yes, female vampires will experience a, something like a heat and male vampires will go into …something like a rut. Experiencing very intense desires to be with the one they love and possibly conceive a child.”

“Are…are you saying this might happen with Napoleon?” I asked, my eyes going wide as my cheeks reddened.

“It’s possible, but the desire might not be as strong with a lesser vampire as it would be with a pureblood vampire.” Comte said. “But I thought you should know so you can be prepared.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Comte.” I replied.

Comte and I chatted a few more moments before I was returning to my chores. My mind couldn’t help but to wander to my conversation with Comte. Nor could I stop myself from thinking what it might be like if Napoleon did experience this rut, mating season thing. We had been discussing the possibility of having children recently…and if he really wanted to and had such an intense desire…could I ever really resist? I don’t think I could.

I found myself in the room Napoleon and I shared, putting away the days laundry and changing the sheets. I was bent over the bed, smoothing out the sheets when I felt two strong, familiar arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me closer and I felt his nose nuzzling against my neck.

“Napoleon…”

“Mmmm…nunuche, you…smell extra sweet today.” He breathed into my ear.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Was this what Comte was talking about. “Oh? I haven’t done anything special.” I replied.

“No, new perfume?” Napoleon asked, sliding his nose along my neck as he breathed in my scent.

“N-no…”

“Then…it must be you, nunuche.” He said, placing a kiss on the side of my neck. “It’s quite an intoxicating scent.”

“N-Napoleon…” I gasped as yet another delightful shiver made its way down my spine. “I-I need to…finish up my…work for the day.” 

“Mmm…you can always get back to that later, nunuche.” Napoleon replied, his voice practically a purr in my ear. His hand moved to undo the top few buttons of my shirt. He was then opening my collar so that he could place nibbling kisses along the side of my neck and shoulder. “I can’t possibly think of letting you go right now.”

“Mmm…ngh…” I moaned with each kiss. “W-what can…you think of doing then?” I asked, my voice coming out raspier than I intended.

“Mmm…you.” Napoleon answered. “I can’t help myself…all I want to do is make love to you…and perhaps…get you pregnant…I can’t help but to think you would be even more beautiful carrying a baby we made together…”

His hand was slipping inside my open shirt then, moving to fondle my breasts even as his lips continued their sweet attack on my neck and shoulder. It seemed he was being affected by the mating season Comte had warned me about…but my mind was starting to become hazy and all I could think about was Napoleon’s hands and lips on me and how much I wanted him. Besides… he was the man I loved…I did want children with him…and he did make it sound rather nice…

His other hand slid down my thigh and then up under my skirt. He pushed my panties aside and then slid his fingers to stroke my sensitive bud. “Ahn…N-Napoleon…” I moaned as I found myself grinding myself into his hand, seeking further stimulation.

“Mmm…you’re already so wet for me.” He murmured in my ear as he moved his fingers back further to slide into my slick heat. “You want me as much as I want you.”

“Yes…Napoleon…yes…please…” I found myself begging, wanting him to fill me and pound me into the mattress.

“Then who am I to say no?” Napoleon said before bending me back over the bed and lifting my skirt. He ripped my panties off and then I heard him unbuckling his pants and then they were hitting the floor. I didn’t have anymore time to think before I felt him slipping inside me.

“Ahn…yes!” I moaned at the feeling.

Napoleon began to thrust, leaning down over me, continuing to kiss me even as he tore my blouse off, allowing him to plant kisses over my back. “You’re…so beautiful…and you feel so good…” He murmured against my skin between thrusts. 

“Mmmnn…yes…ah…Napoleon…” I moaned as I felt that white hot heat building up inside me, winding tight like a coil before finally snapping and sending me over the edge.

Napoleon soon joined me in release, spilling inside me.

I had just started to catch my breath when Napoleon suddenly flipped me over onto my back. He practically tore off the rest of his clothes and mine before throwing my ankles up over his shoulders. I was moaning as he once again slid inside me and began to pound me into the bed,

Again and again, we changed positions as his hands mapped my body and his lips lavished me in affection. Both of us finding release multiple times. I had honestly lost count. I had just rolled over, from having ridden him, lying on my back and panting as I tried to catch my breath.

Napoleon leaned over and kissed my shoulder delicately. “Mmm, I love you.” He murmured.

I smiled. “I love you, too.” I was then turning to look out the window, taking note of the position of the sun. “Oh…it’s getting late. I should go finish my chores…” I had started to get up, but Napoleon grabbed me by the wrist.

I turned to look at him, a questioning look on my face. “Napoleon?”

“Where do you think you’re going, nunuche?” He asked, a devilish grin on his face.

“What…”

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.” Napoleon said as he tugged on my wrist and pulled me back into bed, his hands moving to my hips and bringing them to meet his own so that he was once again sliding inside me.

“Mmm…Nap-Napoleon…” I moaned. It appeared my emperor wouldn’t be letting me go for at least the rest of the day…chores could always be done later…tomorrow perhaps…or maybe the day after…I might not be able to walk tomorrow.

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[yanderepuck]

Welcome to my blog~

I only write for Ikemen Vampire, but I'd like to let you know that this isn't a fandom blog, it is a personal blog, its just that Ikemen Vampire has been my hyperfixation for the last four years so that's really all that is on here.

I really appreciate it if you could comment and reblog the work of mine that you like so that I can keep writing for you guys.

Enjoy!

Commission info

Napoleon Mozart Leonardo Vincent Theo Arthur Isaac Jean Dazai Shakespeare Comte Sebastian Vlad Faust Charles Drake Galileo

Headcanons for All Things that might as well be canon The Pets

Trying sushi When mom and dad aren't home Charles x Vincent Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Vincent x Dazai Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2 Will x Vincent genderbend Evil Trio group chat Everyone is babies Hunter AU Sword lessons The guys in Twisted Wonderland dorms Me snapping their suspenders Mc with mental illness Secret Santa

Spicy things Masterlist Just Writer Trio Things Masterlist Pirate AU Masterlist Kiss Event Lines Masterlist Sleepwalking Isaac Masterlist Depressed Vincent Masterlist Charles Route Release Campaign Ikevamp OC Masterlist OC Masterpost Catboy Cafe AU: Part 1 - Part 2 - Mini Story - Cafe Layout

How old the guys were when they died How their ages work Vincent's Romantic Life: Part 1 - Part 2 Drake's route chapter 1&2 / Drake's Route chapter 23&24 Why doesn't Leonardo like Will?

No one believes each other They actually have vampire abilities No one understands French - Bonus I - Bonus II They have a social media following Mc is a pureblood - Bonus I Mc has an underfunded American public education

Who is eating the peas with their fish and chips Coffee or Tea?

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Free to use character sheet

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[flash-exchange]

an encounter, they guess

Characters: Sasuke (IkeSen) & Theodorus (IkeVamp)

Writers: @evil-quartett @wordycheeseblob @yarnnerdally

Rating: all ages

Warnings: none

Notes: We played Frantic Fanfic in voice chat and decided it was too much fun not to share it. Strap in for the chaos! (3 minutes mode)

A sunny day. Sasuke thought so, at least. Until his physics senses started tingling. He could feel the wormhole building, pulling him away from the friends.. and enemies he made in Sengoku Japan. When he came to, he found himself in a strange hallway, just to be jumpscared by a hat floating above his wearer. Utterly terrifying. The wearer, Theodorus van Gogh, looked at him strangely.

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"you are?" said the man. Sasuke reached for his smoke bomb, on guard, but the man didn't seem to harbour any I'll intentions, just annoyance. Sasuke's expression shifted only slightly as he took his surroundings. "I'm… Back at my time it seems"

"Your time? No not exactly" he scoffed

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Sasuke paused and took in his surroundings. Present day and any other areas of Japan were quickly ruled out. There were antiques here and there through the hallway, not to mention the handsome man in front of him. (What? Sasuke could always appreciate someone's looks.)

"Oi. Eikel. You hit your head or something?" Theo asked, highly suspicious of the man who appeared in the mansion wearing what seemed to be a costume.

"…Eikel? My name is Sasuke." Little did he know, Theo had called him an acorn.

"Hm. You're Japanese?"

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