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misty-moth · 3 months
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Arthur save me…
Arthur
Save me Arthur
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dear-mrs-otome · 2 months
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I AM NOT OKAY
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Comte Election Story, 6th Anniversary Event (JPN 2023)
I managed to get Comte's collection story during the 6th year anniversary event in the JPN version of the game. As usual, my translation skills are rudimentary at best, so this is just a rough/general sense of the contents. Rest of the translation is below the cut:
Sweet and lovely, our everyday life is irreplaceable. After becoming a vampire, I’ve lived with him forever like this. I seek out more and more of the man I love than anyone else--
Comte: Good morning, MC. You’re up very early today.
I went down to the dining room a few hours before dawn--only to find Comte nursing a teacup gracefully at one end of the table.
MC: Good morning. I managed to wake up somehow…how about you?
Comte: Actually, I just got back.
When I asked, he told me that the host of the party started talking to him all night, and they didn’t part ways until after midnight.
Comte: I was going to finish this cup of tea to unwind, and then try to rest til noon.
He runs a hand through his freshly washed hair and brings the cup to his mouth in a series of elegant gestures that makes me fall in love with him all over again. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been up all night, but my heart readily starts beating faster.
Even Comte seems to notice my reaction…
Comte: …looking at me like that, are you seducing me?
Comte's eyes narrowed mischievously and he left his cup behind to approach me. A beautiful beast gazed at me as if to take aim at his prey, and he drew me in with supple hands.
MC: I didn’t intend it that way but…it’s true that I'm captivated. Your damp hair and lovely gestures are so sexy that I’m at a loss…
Comte: Saying such a thing…you’re a naughty woman, MC. Even though I tried to quell my ardor with a cold shower and hot tea...I’m glad to hear it, even though I’m far from calm.
When I raised my head--having looked down in bashful embarrassment--I can see burgeoning in Comte’s eyes an indisputable, feverish desire…
MC: Ah, mm…
His soft lips playfully brushed against the nape of my neck.
Comte: No one else would be awake at this hour…though we could be interrupted any moment. Make sure to keep your voice down.
He chuckled a little before a hot sigh caressed my skin, dropping kisses one after another. He circled around the usual place he’d sink his fangs into me, and every brush of his lips made heat gather low in my body…
MC: So impatient…Abel…
Comte: …I’ve been waiting for you to give it to me
The corners of his lips lifted a little, before he buried his fangs into my neck.
MC: Mn, ah…aaaahh…
Comte: I love you so much...and whenever we aren't together, I’m starved of you. We were miles apart all night yesterday. I’ll show you just how much I missed you.
His voice--half-intoxicated with the ecstasy of my blood--was sweet and husky with his desire.
Comte: Before you, I’m always a love-starved beast.
As I gaze into those eyes burning with emotion, an electric sensation tingles down my spine. 
(Ah, I’m just the same. It’s not only my heart, my body is always seeking you out too.)
MC: Me too…all day and night, I’m always thinking about you…
Comte: --Come here. Take as much of me as you want
At his encouragement and incitement, I sink my fangs into him.
MC: ah, ha…
Pleasure washes over me in an endless cascade, every sensation in my body heightened and sharp. I clenched my hands tighter through his wet hair, and dug my fangs into him greedily to devour that wellspring of ecstasy. 
Comte: I'm happy to be able to share love with you like this, as a vampire.
Like drops of water moistening desiccated earth, every crimson drop fills us to the brim--
#ikevamp#ikemen vampire#ikevamp saint germain#ikevamp comte#ikevamp mc#comte propaganda#if you can't already tell from the contents of this one--i straight up died after reading it#THE IMPLICATIONS. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.#the way they're both dancing around it. MC trying to be strong and endure properly (girl same) and. comte.#THE WAY COMTE BASICALLY STARTS SHAKING HIS ASS LIKE ONE OF THOSE BIRDS OF PARADISE. I AM UNWELL (AND ECSTATIC).#THE WAY HE WANTS HER TO WANT HIM AS INTENSELY/DESPERATELY AS HE DOES HER. THE WAY HE RELISHES HER BITING HIM HARD.#IM NEVER GONNA RECOVER FROM THIS ONE#ive legit just been that ace attorney meme with phoenix holding his head in his hands for DAYS#dare i even mention 'make sure to keep your voice down.' SIR. SIR ARE YOU SRS RN#man the way in purple moon event he was like 'oh nooooo haha no hank pank in public where we might get caught that's too inappropriate~ owo#I SEE YOU ABEL. I SEE YOU MONSIEUR LE COMTE DE SAINT GERMAIN.#I SEE THAT U SIT UPON A THRONE OF L I E S#i hope whoever writes comte as unhinged as possible over at jpn cybird gets a god damn raise#i have never in my life been so directly catered to in one chara i swear#'loved-starved beast' ILL DO YOU ONE BETTER COMTE JUST LET ME IN. LET ME IIIIIIIIN!!!!!!#straight up ive said it before and ill say it again#that's my emotional support softcore yan meow meow golden retriever#every event im like 'hope this doesn't awaken anything inside me.' and then immediately its just 'failed step one.'#although all jokes aside i do find it endlessly fascinating about the purebloods how like#while they don't experience as much bloodlust there is this acute sense of biting as a vital expression of romantic interest and/or claim#i dont think its a throwaway line that comte says at the end--id actually argue a lot of his desire for intimacy when she's human (cont.)->#is because he feels a level of insecurity in his connection to her caused by the lack of shared/reciprocated biting#you know now that has me wondering if that's part of why other purebloods frown so heavily upon the idea of a pureblood/human couple#basically because they can't fulfill the most basic tenet of what it means to be coupled in that community's perception#yeesh ikevamp really went 'welcome to normative vampire politics' and im like 'I Am So Normal About This. (lie + analyzes)'
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cloudcountry · 10 months
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"the north wind is coming"
HELLO WHY DOE STHAT SOUND SO OMINOUS
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spoopy-fish-writes · 7 months
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OMG I COMPLETELT FORGOT ABT THIS ONE
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breadmercury · 1 year
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DO U SEE MY VISION
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kiki-tties · 2 years
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Vincent plz 💀💀💀💀
Thank you cybird for giving us this moment
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Look, idk what I was expecting.... not sure if it's a 4☆ only or 4☆+ thing but I went for it cause I figured ah why the hell not I never use these on anything but the guys' outfits.. should've cut my losses after that beautiful Napo card bc the other 2 I got were just dupes rip in pieces
Best of luck to anyone aiming for the gacha/s,,,
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cookiesandbiscuits · 3 months
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I checked my calendar to see my schedule and realized that Mo-Mo's birthday is two weeks away...
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klutzyroses · 5 months
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IkeVamp HCs: Virgin S/O
How do they react when they find out their s/o is a virgin during their first time and was embarrassed to say anything?
Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Comte, Charles
Warnings: NSFW, loss of virginity, Minors DNI
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He froze when Y/N let it slip that she had never been with a man before. And she decided to tell him this now?
Napoleon
He hovered over her for a second, his eyes watching her nervous orbs twinkling with trepidation and...appeared a little glassy.
He had noticed she seemed hesitant to take off her clothes and he had assumed it was because she was nervous that it was her first time with him as his lover.
Not her first time at all.
He reached down and held her face in his hands, looking into her eyes with a stern look. He wasn't mad, or disappointed, he was just... concerned.
"Nunuche...why didn't you say anything?"
"I...I just...It's embarrassing and I don't know what to do and...I.."
His heart panged a little when he saw the mist in her eyes thicken with shame.
He found it worrisome that she would lie about this, luckily, they had only just gotten through foreplay when she made her accidental confession.
He would've felt terrible if he had only found out after it was all said and done.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Y/N. Nothing at all."
He pressed his forehead to hers, sighing.
"Geez, don't lie to me about this kind of thing. I could've hurt you, nunuche."
He won't say it, but he feels a bit proud, to be her first and her last, which is why he will be sure to be gentle with her and make it special, so that he can show her just how much she means to him.
Arthur
Um...do we remember what Arthur said in his first chapter? Because Y/N most certainly did.
Which was why when Arthur had her under him, his dexterous fingers sliding under her panties to feel her wetness as he slipped the first in slowly, he paused when he felt something...unusual.
Y/N watched the slight confusion swimming through the sapphire eyes before they widened with the realization that he had just made contact with her fully in tact hymen.
"Y/N...?"
"I...Arthur...um..."
She stuttered and bit her lip, trying to come up with an excuse. She flinched when he levelled her with a slightly hurt look that caused her to tear up.
"You could've told me, you know?"
"B...But you said...you preferred..."
Now it was Arthur's turn to flinch. Yes, he remembered what he had said the first night they met. There were so many things he did wrong that night and it seems one of the things he said stuck with his beloved long after the fact.
"I thought if you knew, you wouldn't want to...I mean."
"Oh Y/N...Darling, no..."
The amount of kisses and cuddling she received contained every ounce of regret for putting those ideas in her pretty head.
"I'm sorry luv. Let me make it up to you. "
He slides his fingers through hers as he wipes away a stray tear.
"It'll hurt at first, but I promise, this will be an experience you won't forget in a long, long time."
And he most definitely made sure of that. Once the pain dissipated, Y/N is almost drowned in more ecstasy than she knew what to do with.
Comte
The master of the mansion had his suspicions but they weren't confirmed until he had asked her directly just as he started unlacing her dress for her.
He knows it's not... uncommon for people to lie about these things, and while it was easier for men to get away with it but women...
Indeed, it'd be quite difficult to lie successfully about her virginity.
Which is why he asked in the first place, running a finger down the line of her back, tickling her smooth skin.
When met with her uneasy silence, he sighed and gently turned her to face him.
"Had I not asked, would you have told me yourself, ma cherie?"
The slow shake of her head caused a flicker of sadness to mar his visage as he caressed her cheek.
"Ma cherie, that isn't very responsible. You should tell me these things."
"I always wanted...to give it up to someone special...like you and now I feel...It's pathetic!"
Having travelled to her time before, he was somewhat aware that there was something of a stigma around women maintaining their virginity past a certain age, so he understood where she was coming from...but still...
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, ma beaute. I'm actually honored that you deem me worthy of being your first. But please be more honest about it. I loathe to think what would have happened had I hurt you out of ignorance."
He tucked her hair behind her ear, cupping her soft red cheek with a tender smile.
He would take care of her and make it the best she would ever experience. After all, he had every intention of not just being the first, but also the last.
Charles
Unfortunately, by the time Charles realized that his belle was as untouched as freshly laid snow, he was already inside her....oops.
He just taken notice of the pain all over Y/N's beautiful face and froze in his place before becoming aware of the ominous slickness down there. One glance at the bit of bleeding sent a chill down his spine as it hit him.
"Y...Y/N, you're a...I'm sorry, I didn't realize!"
He is so apologetic, peppering kisses all over her teary face as she shakily lets out a few whimpers, each one sending a cut into his heart.
"You...didn't realize...because I didn't tell you. It's not...your fault."
Her squeaky, pained reassurance did little to assuage his worries.
Charles remained as still as could be, not wanting to tear or break anything else. His large, cat-like eyes were wide, mournful and his lover feared he would also start crying.
"B...But why didn't you, now you're bleeding! I'm so sooo sorry!"
"I...I just felt...I thought it was embarrassing. I never did this before, because I wanted...to give it to someone who loved me and I know that you're more experienced than me and I..."
She couldn't continue before she had to bite down on her lip to restrain another onslaught of pained noises. She got her point across though, because Charles understood.
"Please don't be embarrassed! It's really sweet and I'm really happy you're letting me be the one to...Just...please don't lie to me anymore..."
Now, he actually did look like he was going to cry, nuzzling her like a love starved kitten, his tongue darting out to flick away a tear on her cheek.
Y/N swallowed thickly as she responded with a jerky nod.
Charles was always going to smother her with love, but now, she might as well have been gold. He will bend over backwards to make sure her first time with him would be earth shattering to make up for the pain.
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aquagirl1978 · 1 month
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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.
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scummy-writes · 6 months
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The Beast's Torment
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Pairing: Gilbert/Reader
Short Hurt/Comfort fic. No descriptions of his trauma or spoilers.
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The way he grieves isn't graceful. There is no beauty in his torment, nor the way his breath struggles to come out. 
It is never a conscious decision. The sorrow strangles him within his dreams, forcing sleep to abruptly end as if the weight of his emotions crash upon his chest. Always, he wakes with a gasp. A tremor coursing through his body, hands digging into what is closest.
For a long time, his hands grasp at sheets, at the pillows around him, the books left open on his bed.
But the first time you lay with him, his hands seek you, nails biting your skin as he struggles to regain clarity. It scares you, brings you back to the early days where each movement from him frightened you. 
Yet, at the sight of the sweat on his brow, the way his eye looks through your body when it finally lands on you, and it clicks.
He isn't free from his past, nor will he ever be. 
That first night, once the present sinks back into him, he leaves you. Alone, worried, but knowing not to follow. You saw him again in the morning, a moment between you as he met your gaze with his exhausted one. A small shake of his head, and it was clear questions would not be accepted.
And so the next time, and the times after that, you grow into this routine. It is not often, you yourself cannot discern a pattern in which it arises, but you let him leave the bed each night. Let him bear it on his own.
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One night, it changes. Long past learning more of the weight of his sins, past promising yourselves to each other, past accepting differences, needing to understand and trust- Gilbert lingers.
That night, a sharp breath takes him after grasping onto you, a sense of familiarity finally sinking into him as his eyes cut through the dark. As the moon barely lights the room, you watch as Gilbert seeks your body with his hands, hides his emotions against your neck. There are no words that leave him as his nails dig deep into your skin, leaving red in their wake. There is only ragged breathing, a guttural whisper of pain leaving his throat- as if he can’t even bear the idea of vocalizing his ache.
Despite the way he burrows against you, that air of agony threatens to suffocate the both of you. His grief is teeth and nails, but you endure it, paying no heed to the droplets you feel against your skin.
You swore your heart to accept every part of him, just as he swore for you. So you do. Brushing your fingers through his hair despite the tremors wrecking through him. And you ease him through the pain, holding him, breathing air back into his body through hums of lullabies. Reminding him of your love and warmth.
It isn’t until the sun peeks through the dark curtains, creeping over the tangled sheets and discarded blankets, that his body relents. Eases him into clarity, into an afterglow he never wished for. 
In the haze of it all, though his body seems to cry out at the motion, his tired eyes meet your exhausted ones. You don’t offer platitudes, nor promises you can’t keep. Instead you smile, heartache easing with the taste of his silent apology.
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@m-mmiy and I will talk about Gilbert at times, and we briefly touched on Gilbert crying and how we can't picture it, and I got stuck rotating that in my brain. I realized I can't picture him crying like others do, I can only picture it as something overtaking him against his will, one thing he can't truly fight against as much as he wishes.
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*MC is considering canceling plans, and Isaac and Dazai are advising her on what to do*
Isaac: Just don't go.
Dazai: Say you’re ill!
Isaac: Pretend to break your leg.
Dazai: Really break your leg!
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cloudcountry · 9 months
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the way i GASPED when i logged into ikevamp thsi morning and saw charles route being announced
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ikeromantic · 6 months
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Ikevamp Boys React to Tattooed MC pt 2
Theo, Vincent, and Mozart!
Theo
Theo grabs your arm as you set down a frame in the small gallery where the next art show will be hosted. His grip is firm and insistent.
"What?" You raise an eyebrow, more curious than annoyed.
His other hand tips your chin to the left so that he can examine the side of your head and that's when you realize. He's noticed your tattoo. "Hondje, what did you do?" His voice is lethally soft, ungentle and demanding.
"I've had that since before I met you." You pull from his grip. "Anyway, it's none of your business."
"Everything about you is my business." He catches your hand in his and pulls you close. "Tell me."
You sigh. "Fine. I wanted a tattoo when I decided to go straight to work instead of college. Something to show I trusted myself. So . . . I got that star. Because I am my own guide and I choose things for myself."
Theo's severe expression doesn't shift as he tucks your hair back to get a better look at it. His breath tickles your skin. "Mmm. Fits you. Stubborn girl. Never listen to anybody."
"Hey!" You smack his shoulder. "I do when the advice is worth my time."
He laughs. "Is that so?"
"It is! Hey! Why are you still laughing?"
"Give me a kiss, then, Hondje." He points to his lips, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Vincent
You disrobe, preparing to model for Vincent. It's the first time you've sat for him without being fully clothed, and you're a bit nervous. The vining flowers on your leg are not discreet and this will be the first time he's seen your whole leg without the cover of skirt and hose.
Vincent's eyes are immediately drawn to the colorful tattoo. His eyes go wide and before you can take a breath to say anything, he's kneeling beside you, fingers tracing the delicate lines and curls of ink.
"Ummm. Vincent?" You look down at him, feeling a bit flustered. His smile is angelic but the way he touches you is . . . not. And you aren't sure what to think.
"This is gorgeous. The colors. How did they get this shade? Here?" He is so close to your calf now that you can almost feel the motion of his lips, the flutter of his lashes.
"I - I don't know. You'd have to ask the shop." You give a self-conscious laugh. "Is it going to be a problem? I understand if you don't want -"
He looks up at you, his big, blue eyes as wide and endless as the open sky. "It's beautiful. You are beautiful. But I am going to have to figure out how to mix that color before we start." His smile is full of anticipation and excitement. "Do you have any more of these?"
Vincent reaches to push aside the modest robe you are wearing.
"N-no!" Your face is completely flushed now and your heart is racing.
He drops his hands, his expression going still and flat. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
You feel immediately terrible for disappointing an angel. "It's ok. I just didn't expect you to be so interested."
His smile returns, tentative and shy. "I am interested in everything about you." He presses his cheek to your tattooed skin. The gesture feels intimate, precious. When he lets go to mix his paints, you can still feel the ghost of his touch.
Mozart
You notice Mozart giving you an odd look. Something between bafflement and horror. "Do I have something on my face?" You self-consciously wipe across your nose and cheeks.
He shakes his head and stands, lips pressed together in a pale line. His hand goes to your arm, drawing a line up from your wrist to your bared shoulder. "This, fraulein. What is it?"
That's when you realize, you've never shown him your bare shoulder, where your colorful little tattoo is etched. The rose and thorns are easy to cover, though you don't mind showing them off. "It's a tattoo. Surely you've seen one before?"
Mozart opens his mouth and then closes it again. It takes him several breaths to get there. "You let someone put needles beneath your skin? Someone who touched you? Who marked you?"
"Erm, yes? I mean, that's how you make a tattoo."
He crosses his arms and walks to the window, chin jutting out.
"What's wrong?" You go to stand beside him, but he won't make eye contact with you. He's grinding his teeth and just staring out at the garden as if he wanted to see it burn. "Do you . . . hate it so much?"
You didn't want him to hate the tattoo. It was part of you, and seeing him like this was making your heart ache.
"No," he grumbled finally. "It's . . . it's very beautiful. I just . . ." He let out a long, slow breath.
"You what?" You prompt him to speak after several silent minutes pass.
"I don't like the idea of someone else touching you like that. On your bare skin. Holding you." He frowns.
You wrap an arm around him and lean your head on his shoulder. "Wolf, you are adorable when you're jealous. You know that?"
"I'm not - I mean, I -" He huffs, trying to excuse himself without admitting the truth. Then he sighs. "It's fine. I'll just mark you in my own way." He turns his head and you can see a dangerous, hungry smile on those delicate lips.
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whatever-fanfics · 4 months
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Hiiii! Congrats on 200 followers! 🥳
I'd like to request! Hopefully I'm doing it right hihi
I want 1 (fluffy) with 16 (doing work together) from part 1. And from part 2 I'll let you be creative. I'd like with Isaac or Mozart (Ikevamp). Whichever is easier for you (:
Thank you for requesting, don't worry it did everything right! 😊 I'm really excited you're my first request 🥰
P.S. I made the reader gender neutral, I hope that's alright.
Request: Fluff, with 16 "doing work together" (part 1), with 12 "Can you help me with my hair" (part 2). {Isaac Newton} {IKEMEN VAMPIRE}
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Foolish Genius
Ikemen vampire x reader
Isaac newton x gn! Reader
TW: None
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You sighed in annoyance aggressively shaking your head upwards in an attempt to wrestle with the mane on your head causing you endless frustration. You were elbow deep in old books covered in grime, dust, and god knows what else in the library. Some not having seen the light of day for a year of more. If the opening of the library door didn't catch your attention the small sneeze did.
You and Isaac had a rare day off, so he shyly asked, well it's more like he told you, you offered, and he shyly accepted, in your assistance in gathering information for his research.
"Bless you" you turned to face Isaac, even bothered by all the dust he looked so cute. Sniffling a 'thank you' he turned to you, a bit surprised to see you vigorously shaking your head.
"Are you okay?"
"Hair" you said with one last shake, noticing that Isaac's hands were freshly washed you asked "can you help me with my hair?" His eyebrows raised to his hairline, blush coating his cheeks as he awkwardly scratched one and avoided eye contact with you. He grumbled out an unintelligible response. Afraid you'd made him uncomfortable you quickly added "it's alright if you don't want to"
"NO!" he interjected
"I just..." he trailed off, embarrassed. "Isaac, it's alright" you reassured, "No, I want to, I just...don't..know how" his blush more apparent than ever. "Oh..." you cooed, enamored with how sincere yet adorably embarrassed he looked. "Well here I have a hair tie on my wrist, but my hands are dirty. It's not that hard I'll show you" you put the books down on the table and showed him your wrist. He cleared his throat and made his way over to you, his blush dying down as he did so.
With unsure movements he gently takes the tie off your wrist. Immediately entranced by its material and elasticity, sensing his intrigue you started "it's an elastic hair tie, there's a rubber band on the inside. I have some more in my room if you'd like" at your offer he brightened up a bit, but ultimately focused on his next task. You wanted to laugh but held off on it, looking at his intimidated face.
Isaac breathed through his nose, determinedly, and prayed that his blush wasn't as noticeable as he knew it was before. Besides, it's just tying hair, how hard could it be?
Isaac breathed through his nose in exasperation as he tried to gently shake the hair tie from your hair, you hope he didn't notice the way your face scrunched up when he shook your hair, getting a little tangled form his efforts.
"Are you sure you don't want me to do it, I could just-" "No, it's fine I just-tell me again" he urged you, "okay first put your hand in the band and then grab my hair with the same hand, got it?" you paused, not wanting to overload him with information like before, he started once more. After his countless fruitless past attempts, he was able to pull all your hair through and twist the band "Ah!" his surprise caught your attention. Excited for him, partially because you'd been sitting there longer than you'd been searching. "You did it!?!" while you were happy for him and excited, you tried your best not to move so as to not undue his work. "What next" a bit distracted because of his feat, you quickly answered "right, take the hair through the loop again and twist the hair tie" hearing him swallow thickly practically seeing the sweat drop down his forehead in concentration, it made you happy to know he was taking this so seriously. "Okay, what next" he spoke so thickly, you almost wanted to tell him to relax, "don't worry we're almost done" you eased him. Isaac nodded trying to ease his deep concentration "last step, take the hair through the loop one last time and let the hair tie go" you're hopeful it wasn't as bad as your first time tying your hair.
"Okay" he said carefully letting go, easing his hands down to his side as if he were scared his hard work would fall apart if he let go to quickly.
Raising a hand to lightly feel your hair, you felt more bumps and noticed there were a few strands out of the ponytail rather than in. A strained smile made its way to your face, you hoped he didn't notice, he did. "It's good" a bead of sweat formed on his face as he sensed the falsity of your statement.
Seeing the melancholy look overtake his face you said "believe it or not, for your first time. You did really well" well he did feel a little better after hearing you. Looking back up, fully taking in your appearance, a small laugh escaped his throat. Which in turn escaped yours.
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A small hum escaped the young girls mouth as she shifted her weight, waiting for her father to finish her hair.
"Keep still" he mumbled out deep in concentration. She mumbled in response ready for this to be over. She had to get out early in order to talk with the girls about why-"all done" her dad said leaning down to kiss her cheek. He'd gotten better with affection since it was the main way his daughter knew how to show affection.
"Papa" she turned around to see him standing up to button his collar. As he mumbled out a response in acknowledgement she asked "where did you learn to do hair?" He turned to her, surprised, as she felt the braids in her hair. He cleared his throat as a blush took over his features "your-your mother taught me", though some things never change, he answered in a small voice. Clearing his throat once more he asked her why, "cause all the other girls at school don't believe me when I say my mom and dad do my hair, they say dad's can't do hair." She paused for a moment, then continued "I think..it makes you...better..than the other dads." She turned around so he wouldn't see her blush. He knew his smile was evident yet he couldn't bring himself to care. Nothing would beat the happiness he felt from hearing her say that.
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