#ikevamp abel

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭...

𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?

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⌞ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥.

[cherryxblossxms]

So to expand on my thoughts last night of Comte and somnophilia...

[Tw somno, fem afab reader. Minors/ageless blogs do NOT interact 🔞]

We all know how insatiable Comte is. He's so deeply in love with you, and he can never keep his hands off for long before he has to feel you in his arms again, making your sweet noises and cumming around his cock or his tongue. Often times, you two will spend the entire night making love until you either pass out or call for mercy, completely overstimulated by his skillful ways. But his desire for you is so incredible that he's already hard again when morning comes, body hot and cock standing to attention against your backside or snuggled between your thighs, begging to be buried inside you again.

As much as you want to keep up with him, your human body can only take so much, of course, and when you're on your 8th orgasm of the night, you're starting to lose your mind. So you two decide on a deal instead, to let him use you when his desire is too great. And of course Comte, the ever precious lover, makes sure you may also use him the same way if the need arises. (Honestly, just the thought of you using him as your own personal toy and for your own pleasure is enough to get him rock hard already.)

It doesn't take long after that until there's one night where Comte is especially insatiable, and long after you'd passed out from the pleasure, he was still fucking his fist to the thought of you beside your sleeping form. Despite the okay, he may still be hesitant at first, especially if he had really exhausted you. But when morning comes and he feels the same, while you're still sleeping your exhaustion off, he may finally be persuaded to cash in on your deal.

Comte is ever aware of your needs, and he will make sure to prep you before anything else. Even while sleeping, your pleasure and comfort is always at the forefront of his mind, even as the beast inside him howls to be unleashed. As his fingers trail along your body, teasing your breasts, down your sides to your hips and buttocks, then finally to your center, it gives him no end of happiness to see the way you react to him even subconsciously, nipples hardening, goosebumps rising on your skin, the way your pussy almost immediately slicks up for him and squeezes as he pumps one, two, three fingers into you. He almost wants to tease your body and make you squirm, cover you in hickeys and soft bite marks, but he'll save that for when you're awake and he can savor your full reactions.

And when he finally sinks into your soaked cunt, he has to hold back his moans so he doesn't wake you, so glad to be back in your heat again. Once he's done this, he isn't hesitant about being more forward and using your little deal, exploring, eating you out while you sleep and grinning as you moan and whimper in your sleep, twitching as you cum on his tongue. You can be sure he will come to you often, he can never get enough of you.

He's also incredibly excited for the days/nights when you finally turn to him and use him as needed. Just as your body is reactive to his touch, his is just as eager, a lovely blush staining his cheeks as his cock hardens beneath you. And although you can't say he never pleases you or never strives to make all your desires come true, there's something different about getting to have him so vulnerable for you as you grind your pussy against him or kitten lick his tip until he's bucking his hips in his sleep.

When he wakes in the morning with your sleeping body draped over his, soft cock nestled against your heat and the mess between your thighs the evidence of what had transpired, it drives him crazy to know you want him just as badly as he wants you. Don't be surprised if he's already hard by the time you wake up, because he can never quite get his fill of you. 💜

[ikevamp8marina]

What type of girls do ikevamp boys fell for?

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Okay so this post will be just my pov for each one of the boys

- Comte's mansion -

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Napoleon Bonaparte

- He wouldn't admit that but he is into funny girls. Like each time you throw a joke and how you try to make everyone laugh make him wonder how girls in 21st century changed a lot especially that women in his time wasn't allowed to laugh out loud or giggle because it was disrespectful.

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

- He is into honest girls. That type of girls who are mature enough and she don't know how to hide secrets from him. He find them really attractive. Every time you open your mouth to say your opinion without being afraid of people judging you can make him fell over heels for you.

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Leonardo Da Vinci

- I can tell that he is really into womanly girls. Physically, emotionally and mentally. He is not into over cutie girls or girls who are faking there personalities to get a like from other people. A girl who have a curvy body, warm color pallette, and kind enough to make him forget what he has been through.

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Arthur Conan Doyle

- This is kinda hilarious but he is into reserved girls and mysterious girls. Both of them seems to hide a lot of secrets.They both can stimulate him for the game of hide and seek. if the girl is a hard worker this would be a plus A for him.

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Vincent Van Gogh

- Artsy girls with a childish features. He isn't into bruh girls or over cute girls he just want a girl who can give him many interesting ideas for his portraits. I can see that he can appreciate any type of girls.

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Theodorus Van Gogh

- Obedient girls with dependent personality. He is a very traditional man when it comes to being committed to a woman. So, he is really into those girls who need a man that will control and plan all their life till the very end.

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Dazai Osamu

- Supportive girls. The one's who don't really pressure him to talk about his past and tragic life. A girl who can understand him and listen to him and support him. He is really sad and depressed most of the time but he hide this well. Also he admires honesty as well.

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Isaac Newton

- Motherly girls are the best. They're supportive, kind, patient and loyal. He spent all his life searching for a warm body to cuddle with. And how happy he would be when he find that type of girl.

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Jean D'arc

- He is into bubbly girls. And he actually wondered how he like them. A girl with a bright personality can be a huge turn on for Jean. He lived in the shades most of his life and he need a person who can show him the right path by changing his view to the world.

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William Shakespeare

- Talented girls are his thing. When he discover your ability to sing, dance, draw, swim, create he would be turned on by that. Also he can be fascinated by girls who can do the multitasking thing. He is really into this stuff. Can't help himself when you're around.

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Le Comte De saint Germain

- Okay, there's a ton of blogs that wrote about comte liking strong girls but I think he is really into femme fatale women. The way they're independent, bossy, strong and serious are actually a major turn on for him. Just act bossy and he will be on his knees waiting for your orders.

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Sebastian/ Akihiko satou

- Classy girls are his type. They're confident, supportive and serious. He is into girls who think and act their age with morality and wisdom. He can't stand annoying girls or dependent girls or girls with childish behaviors because he is looking for a partner not to babysitting them.

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Vlad

- Feminine girl can help him to see the world in a different view. A girl that enjoys little things in life with a huge smile on her face. This type of girls can make him want to protect her and watch over her always.

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Charles-Henri Sanson

- He is into serious girls. He wonder himself why he love them. They just keep him on the ground and motivate him when he feel low. Charles character and a serious girl can make a balanced combination in this relationship.

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Johann Georg Faust

- He love to feel smart and confident anywhere and any time. So, he like clumsy girls. They're warm and can give him a free affection whenever he wish. Also he really like the empty stupid look on their faces whenever he say something so scientific.

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- Lots of love

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[villain-hotline]

happy milf day ♡

your fave is currently getting ready to breed you and turn you into a mom. he just thinks you'd look soo pretty with a baby bump.

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the beginning of vlad's event route makes it seem like mc is with comte and vlad😂

[ohtomatotome]

Watch

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Title: “Watch”

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

Word Count: 1,598

Rating: E

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

Trigger Warnings: Broken Trust?

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

Prompt Used: Voyeurism

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he hadn’t. 

That would have been selfish.

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

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

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

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

Unnatural, indeed.

Never had jealousy felt so personal to le Comte.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was he doing?

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

And this was how he repaid your trust?

Deplorable. Sickening. Unforgivable. Reprehensible. 

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

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

[cherryxblossxms]

Could you please do D, E, and I for Saint Germain?

I certainly can! Thanks for sending in 💜

Comte de Saint Germain

D for Dirty (How do they dirty talk? What do they say?)

This man definitely gets off on praising you during sex, so if you have a praise kink, you gotta watch out for him. He compliments you constantly, on how enticing your sounds are, at how well you're taking him, how lovely you look in the throes of pleasure. He'll be telling you how gorgeous you look with his cum dripping out of you or when you're cumming on his cock, and he loves it when you have the light of desire in your eyes.

He definitely uses pet names very very often, of course the usual "chérie", "darling", "dove", and if you're married, he may abuse the spousal name too (i.e. my wife/husband, partner, etc), or some combination therein. On anyone else, it would be almost overwhelmingly cheesy, but in his sweet voice, it's like honey on the ears.

E for Exposed (What is the most daring place they’ve had sex?)

Something about Comte just screams exhibitionist to me, so I can imagine the list of daring places is endless..

For sure he has made moves on you in la thermae. When it's late at night and you've decided to use the bath together, he'll happily fuck you there, getting you wet in more ways than one. He's also cornered you in the kitchen, taking you against the counter, even if he knows others are still in the mansion.

Comte also loves when you sit hidden beneath his desk with your mouth around his cock, particularly if Leonardo is hanging around. Although Comte won't say a word about it and is very good about hiding his reactions, they both know Leonardo is aware of what's going on. It's Comte's favorite game to see how long it can go before Leonardo catches on.

I for Imagination (What do they fantasize about?)

Comte loves to fantasize about showing you off in front of others— and not just in the sweet, romantic way. He surprises himself with how possessive he gets with you, and nothing would stroke his ego (and his cock) more than to show others just how expertly he can pleasure you, the way you call his name and cum for him so easily. If he got the opportunity to take you to a sex party, you can believe he'll take it up in a heartbeat, provided you're comfortable with it and taking whatever precautions you'd like. (Highkey inspired by this post by @scummy-writes , please check out her stuff!)

But sometimes, he feels the generous desire to share you, and he's fantasized about sharing you with his long-time friend, Leonardo. Just the image of such a sweet, fragile human sandwiched between two purebloods, subject to their ridiculously high stamina as they use you from both ends, fills his blood with fire. Honestly, when it comes to you, his imagination is endless, but these would be some of his biggest fantasies.

[ikevamp8marina]

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