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BEHOLD, PIRATE JUDE JAZZA

"Ya say I'm the worst, but that's exactly why ya like me, ain't it?"

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Miss jazza 👅👅👅

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The Arcana: Muriel NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: Explicit content. Minors DNI

Hey hey. Ummm…..I uploaded this a while ago but the post was glitching and so I took it down. I forgot to put it back up, so here we are. Gonna try this again. Enjoy! 😭💖

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Muriel can be relatively quiet afterwards. He makes sure you’re both cleaned up and taken care of. Also checks in on you to see how you’re feeling. Will happily just lay there cuddling with you, either in silence or talking quietly with you. There are times when he is more talkative and playful afterwards.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Muriel doesn’t like his body. Doesn’t like his hands, his arms, legs, anything. All he can see is the bloodshed his body caused in the past. He sees a body that he thought his parents couldn’t feed. He doesn’t like the scars that cover his body, as they are a recollection of stories he’d rather forget. He doesn’t see how one could necessarily like their body, or a specific part of it. But once you come into his life, he gains an appreciation for different parts of his body that he never had before. He appreciates his hands for being able to hold your hand or stroke your hair. He appreciates his arms for being able to hold you. He appreciates his chest and abdomen because of all the times you’ve snuggled up there. He appreciates other parts for being able to bring you pleasure. He just appreciates himself after you. 

As for his favourite body part on you, how could he ever pick just one thing? He loves and adores everything, every part of you. From your eyes to your lips, to your chest and your legs. He loves everything.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When Muriel cums, boy does cum! No matter how long between sessions, he still has a lot of it. Doesn’t mind the taste of it, in fact, he likes the taste. Cum in general also doesn’t bother him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Muriel doesn’t really have dirty secrets. Perhaps the dirtiest secret he has is, he actually feels sexual urges and desires much more than he would like to admit or more than anyone would guess. He tries to suppress it or ignore it, but every so often he’ll give in. Once he ends up in a relationship, he’s able to feel and experience those feeling on a much deeper level.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Muriel doesn’t have any experience with sex or relationships in general. Muriel has never had the desire to be intimate or with anyone because of how he views himself and his relationships. It’s not because he didn’t feel attraction or desire, he just didn’t let himself feel those things. And he viewed himself as not worthy of love in any of its forms, and also couldn’t comprehend how anyone would ever want him. So, you are the only experience he has.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Muriel’s favourite position in the beginning is Cowgirl, and other positions where his partner can be on top. This makes him feel better, knowing that you are, for the most part, in control. And he’s less worried about crushing you or hurting you. 

Once he’s gotten more confident, he likes wall sex and fucking you on countertops, etc. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Muriel will likely be more serious and focused on the task at hand, but, he will also have times when he is goofy, humorous, and smug! The latter becoming more frequent as he becomes comfortable with sex and learns more about his partner and what they’re like in bed. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpets match the drapes. Muriel doesn’t groom himself down there, at all. He washes himself (obviously) but keeps everything untouched or untamed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He can be tentative at first, but, he’s always gentle and caring. Often checks in with you. Besides being hesitant at first, he can get very into it. Not so great with the romance, but does try to be romantic! Especially on special occasions.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Has tried it on multiple occasions. But he very very very rarely does it. He can give into the urge when he has it but resists as much as possible. He views it as another kind of pleasure he’s not worthy of.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink?

Size kink

Praise Kink

L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)

His favourite location is anywhere as long as it’s with you.😏 Though, he prefers in the comfort of home…..and a bed. It makes him feel safe and less anxious.

He likes to know that you’re not being heard or people aren’t going to walk in. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You.

Muriel gets turned on by you, mainly. It can be quite easy to turn him on. Anything from teasing him, to him just watching you do some you love. Anytime he sees you gushing over something, or being confident doing something, he just thinks about how he loves you and just spirals from there until he’s needy for you. 

He also just gets spontaneous bursts of horniness.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Chocking, slapping, spanking, etc. Any form of physical “harm” is off the table, even if it’s for pleasure. He doesn’t like hurting you or thinking he’s hurting you. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves oral. Like, LOVES IT. Well, giving it at least. He relishes in being able to bring his lover that kind of pleasure. And adores your reactions. As for skill, he’s surprisingly mind-blowing at it. 

Ever heard of the expression, “[eating] like a man starved”? That’s Muriel when it comes to giving oral.

As for receiving it, once he’s experienced it, he enjoys it! More than he would care to admit. It is something that he doesn’t ask for, though, and is shy about it when he’s offered.

P = Pace (Are they fasts and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Muriel’s pace is usually slowish as he’s scared of accidentally hurting you. But, his pace depends on what kind of mood it is and what you’re enjoying. If you’re making love~ or heavy in a romantic moment, he’s likely to be all round more sensual, pace included. If you’ve both reached a point where you’re absolutely desperate for one another, his pace is likely to be hard and rough as he chases his own high as well as bringing you to your high. Whatever the mood, his pace will match.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t like the idea of them that much, especially in public. Anytime that you do it, which is rarely, it almost always leads to you two fully going at it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In the first year or so, he’s not up for taking too many risks or trying too many things. He’s willing to experiment with different positions or techniques in that time, but not up for anything more than that. Eventually, though, he’ll try expanding his horizons, so-to-speak. But, he will still have things that fall outside his boundaries that he will not likely try. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It really depends. On average, he can last a round or two back-to-back. If he has enough alcohol in his system, he may be able to go for more. Sessions can last up to an hour or more, especially as he spends a lot of time with foreplay and making sure you’re satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Muriel doesn’t own toys. He would also be very hesitant to have them used on him, and even more hesitant using them on you. Might warm up to the idea once you’ve both become more experienced and comfortable with one another.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When he’s comfortable enough? A whole damn lot. Everything from teasing you and getting you riled up even before anything happens, all the while acting nonchalant about it. He’ll tease you by kissing you everywhere but where you want him, and will keep this up until you’re begging him to please you. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He grunts. It can be pretty loud, but he tries to not make any noise. Once he gets more comfortable, he won’t hold back as much. He sometimes moans if you get him really riled up, and you’re teasing his most sensitive areas. When he does moan, it is a beautiful and unrestrained sound. Will probably blush very hard if he hears himself moan.😂

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

While there is no place like home, as long as you’re away from people, Muriel will happily engage in sexual activities with you in the woods (forest areas). 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s big. Like BIG. In length, but more so in girth. His size doesn’t change that much when he’s erect. Because of his size~ it is not very likely that you’ll be able to take all of him, even if you try different positions. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that high, not that low. Pretty average. Unless, you’re deliberately trying to turn him on using the methods that get him going. If that’s the case, his sex drive can be high.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

He falls asleep only after you do. This can be a matter of seconds if he’s fought through his tiredness. He just likes to know that you’re definitely safe and okay. And he’s usually the first one up.

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Pretty little thing ✨️

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Hi there Pseu!!!! I'm glad you're not leaving tumblr, I'd legit be so fucking sad to see your writing go away 🥺 since this is the last request period, I'm gonna change it up! Could I please get some sexy first time goodness with Muriel from The Arcana with a male MC? I've picked that game up again recently and Muriel is such a sweetheart, especially when he opens up fully towards the end of his route!!!!! Thank you for all the requests you've done!!! I'm lookin forward to whatever the dev notes bit was about 👀

Hello, sweet! MURIELLLLLLLLLL omg, such an entire unit of tenderness. I wasn't sure what you had in mind in terms of what their first time would look like, so I'm going to make my best guesses there and just try to make it nice (because that’s what Mountain Man deserves) but keep it vague, but also… clear. I'm sorry it took me so long to address this ask, I hope you see this and enjoy!

(Requests are closed, I am finishing up what I owe people from earlier this year. I will post a masterlist when they are all completed. Thank you for reading... after this, just 13 left!)

It made sense to be at home for this, but it also made sense to be far away from home for this. It made sense to never, ever do this, and it made so much sense to move... forward, or whatever direction it was, and do this. But every single thing that had become comfortable between them jangled now, right under Muriel’s skin, louder and less welcome than a crowd.

Glances that were sweet above a smile made him sweat. Gentle touches that were appreciative but unpresumptuous made him swallow and turn his face away. In the beginning, when Muriel was getting to know him, Muriel turned his face away because he didn’t want to look. Now he turned his face away because he was afraid to be seen, especially so wanting and vulnerable. All this desire made him feel like he bumbled through every step and bumped into everything in their home.

But as hard a thing as it was to know and trust,  he did know and he did trust that the person he was turning away from wouldn’t hurt him. He deserved Muriel’s best effort.

So Muriel took several deep breaths, and began to try.

At home after all, of course. Because that was the safest place, and the only place he didn’t think he would ever really be able to run away from. And after a comfortable dinner at the end of a calm day. Not a calm day for Muriel, who couldn’t think of anything else from the moment he woke up, but for the house, for the forest, for his... love. And then a monologue at the hearth given to the most careful listener Muriel had ever known. And then another several deep breaths.

“Of course we can,” his lover-- well. His person said, with a smile like firelight. “As long as you’re ready.”

Muriel sagged like someone had thrown a bag of bricks onto his back, but when a firelight palm slid smooth and warm over the back of his tense hand, it felt like each brick had become a dandelion seed that wanted to fly, and his burdens were nothing, nothing.

It had been their bed for awhile now, and the scent of the pillows-- there were pillows now-- proved it. Muriel still felt nervous, but there was a calm to their sleeping space even his overworked heart could not refute. This was a place where they rested, and where they had held one another and helped each other. Maybe it would be better to think of this as holding and helping one another.

Muriel was so willing. Muriel was so confused. Muriel was nearly in pain, he was so aroused.

Thankfully, he was not alone in the bed, and the other person in it did not look confused or in pain at all.

“I’m going to ask before I do anything,” he said with a grin. “I’ll only touch and do what you agree with, and I’ll stop immediately if you tell me to. Okay?”

Slowly, Muriel was able to say, “Okay.”

And that was how it started.

The bed was not a calm place, he realized. It was the center of a volcano, maybe even a star. Hotter than the bottom of a pot licked by flames.

Sweaty. But good. And in that goodness, Muriel discovered there was nothing asked of him that he was not already eager to give.

Their hands were all at work together, stroking and gently grasping. Muriel felt like he was being touched everywhere by affection itself, and it made him flighty, made him want to laugh. It was like being tickled with all the joy and none of the flinch.

His touches were so mortifyingly, magically pleasant, his hands on Muriel so calm that Muriel knew those fingers could feel every shudder. But they remained soothing, still, and strong. They felt the way Muriel hoped his own hands did when he held an injured animal.

Muriel knew himself to be an injured animal, then. And he knew the hands that held him were at least as safe and kind as his own intentions. It made his own hands feel more brave. And more capable. So he touched again, with his palm instead of his fingertips, and they shuddered together as he made a slow stroke down, all the way down, until he wrapped his hand around something that was definitely as brilliant and powerful and magnetic as the center of a star.

Muriel barely remembered how he liked to be touched, but he touched with the knowledge of what memories remained to him, and after all the warmth and flawlessness of the touches that had already happened that evening, when he felt it was the right time to put his mouth on him, Muriel simply did so.

A short hiss and then a lingering moan that slid like a note from a tapered instrument, high to low. There was no fear in it. Somehow he made the sound show only bliss. And it made Muriel red in the face, and ruthlessly determined to trust his instincts. Sometimes, good things could come of that.

Could a man as bulky as he was ever be in any way akin to a butterfly? When he looked up to see him wrecked and panting, against the wall, with one hand cupped gently over the side his chest, Muriel felt chrysalis tension in his shoulders and just on the urge of flying.

He tried to suck for the first time, and that musical noise filled their home again, air and tension and bliss triumphant and true. Muriel let it carry him up as his head went down.

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how do you think the main 6 would react to mc kind of avoiding them because mc gets turned on by their voice? like cant help but lose their cool and get all blushy and flustered when the 6 are talking? hcs plz?

*julian voice* ohoohoohooh……. minors do not interact

asra

at first he’s worried when you start to roll out of bed first thing in the morning without even giving him a good morning kiss

like okay yes you both have morning breath but at this point in your relationship he honestly thought you were past that step?

but when he wakes you up one morning with a kiss before you can come back to yourself and draw away, you gasp a little when he murmurs a perfectly innocent good morning, and oh, then he knows

and the dirty talk is unreal, all said so deliciously low into your ear with a lower, rougher version of asra’s voice than usual

morning sex becomes a much more regular occurrence after that

“you look so irresistible when you’ve just woken up, my love… i could touch you for hours like this.”

nadia

it’s only when she notices you slipping out of the room right before she wraps an important meeting up that something clicks

of course she finds you right away afterwards, because she’s nadia and she wants to be responsible

you’re not crying, you’re not scared or offended or sick or put off by the meeting’s topic, so whatever could be the matter?

you figure she deserves honesty, so though you’re blushing a little, you manage to stammer out the truth; that you just can’t resist her Big Important Speaking Voice, and it made you have thoughts that were, uh, not exactly appropriate for court

relief is nearly instantly replaced by her smile growing wider – you can practically hear the gears whirring inside her head, ways to press her advantage

“well, how about we take those thoughts to a place more suited for them, hm?”

julian

he comes home after a long shift at the clinic, bone-weary, stumbling tired, and ready to see you more than anything

you’re sitting up reading, and by all accounts you look happy to see him as you welcome him in and lead him to the couch

but as soon as he opens his mouth to speak, his voice is battered and raspy and breaking and gorgeous, and you disappear upstairs to save him the trouble, he’s tired, he probably just wants to go to bed

he follows you and wheedles and cajoles and kisses you until you finally break and admit, breathless against his throat, that that voice is majorly doing it for you, thanks

and then quick as a blink, you’re treated to a litany of praise, kisses all over your neck and shoulders and anywhere else he can reach, as he backs you towards the bed, still talking, hoarse enough that you can feel it rumbling in his chest

“…and this was all i could think of all day, darling, pressing you up against me just like this and finally being able to cry out to you…”

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May I have a kiss from lord Ieyasu? 😍 Perdy please, with ichigo daifuku on top? ❤💋

SO funny story Nonny and @bulbaqueen - I’m horribly self-indulgent and took this opportunity to write a sequel to my Coffee Shop fic with a modern Ieyasu. I hope you still like it!

“You shouldn’t have antagonized him.”

Toramatsu’s soft chide fell on your ears, scarcely audible over the chuff of a steam wand and the quiet murmur of patrons winging over the acoustic music drifting down from over head. You glanced up from the pitcher of milk you were heating to find him staring over at you from his place at the bar beside you. His eyes soft, his mouth firm in its unhappy line.

You wrenched the steam off with a sigh, turning away from that weighted gaze. “Probably not, but I did.” A smile you barely stifled tugged at your lips, and you had to bite your cheek from letting it grow too much. “And it felt really damned good, too.”

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4 + 11 +1 with Ieyasu please hehe for the drabble things hehe

(That’d be ‘I have never wanted anything more’ + Surprises + Coffee Shop AU)

Full disclaimer: This is probably not what you had in mind for these prompts but this is what struck me. Also, I’ve never played Ieyasu’s route (sorry! sorry!) SO I hope I didn’t royally eff up his character here. Enjoy!

Also P.S. Why can I never write a drabble, or anything less than a bazillion words for these things?

“Richie Rich, on your six.”

Your coworker’s muttered warning had you smothering a sigh, yanking on the handle of the portafilter viciously as you seated it for a fresh round of shots. The coffee shop was packed this morning, a line of customers snaking through the maze of tables, and the absolute last thing you needed right now was to be waiting on the whims of His High-ass. Through the clamor of drinks being called out, you set about putting together the fruity abomination he always ordered, practically by rote - a triple shot ristretto mocha, light on the chocolate, with exactly six (and a half) pumps of strawberry syrup, plus extra whip, served at no more than 140 degrees.

Double cupped.

You could see his artfully tousled mop of blond hair drawing inexorably closer to the front of the line, like an advancing storm. Today was Tuesday - which meant it was olive-green suit day, a color that no living man had a right to look as sinfully good in as he did, but you shouldn’t have been surprised by the fact that he made something so damned contrary work. It was in his very nature, you imagined.

Pretty as one of Reni’s angels…but a devil lurked behind those russet eyes.

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besties~💕

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“That was the first time I ever wanted to never stop hearing my name…

Thanks.”

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Trick or treat! Ieyasu (-oOoOo *ghost hands*) please. 💛

It’s the way she says it that does him in. A few simple syllables, but when she hiccups them (like she always does, that tiny hitching breath that storms if he curls his finger just right) he feels it beneath his ribcage. A snarl below his sternum, a skein that tightens oh… So painfully. Until for a moment he can scarcely breath around the tangle of it.

Ieyasu. Ieyasu. Like poison dripping into his ears.

Ie

ya

su.

But when she writhes she makes of it the sweetest sort of ichor. Writes the shape of it on his back with her tiny little claws, one syllable for each pulse of her body around him, and it becomes the most honeyed of stings. For the first time in his life it becomes a badge of honor, and he wants to scream it to the heavens. Wear it with pride.

Ieyasu was here. Ieyasu did this.

Not a title, not a war, not a figure, not a pawn…

Ieyasu made her, the only person that matters, happy.

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Your Villain to the Rescue 🪽

18+ | Suggestive Content | EN-released Villains only

Scenario: You collapse from exhaustion! How does your villain react?

CW: fainting/medical emergency

A/N: The Crown boys are all very capable in emergency situations, but what if the person in the emergency was their beloved robin? (Pretty sure some version of this scenario happens in every villain's route lol but I love when a heart of stone gets mushy and protective so here we are.)

William Rex

You're on your way back from a mission when Will notices you swaying a bit. You're barely tilted forward mid-faint when he catches you. His reaction is so immediate and effortless, the other Crown members on the mission hardly notice that something is wrong. He alerts them softly, his face indecipherable, and tells them that he's going to carry you ahead to Roger right away. He doesn’t look panicked on the outside, but inside he is kind of worried. What concerns him the most is that you'd seemed fine on the mission, so he's wondering if you were drugged with something and feeling angry at himself for not catching it. When you come to in Roger's lab, he’s waiting by your bedside smiling, ready to lightly scold you for overdoing it. He'll also help you out with small daily tasks without even being asked until you recover.

Harrison Gray

Harry is so worried after you collapsed on the way back from what he thought had been a pretty low-stakes mission. Just a routine check into what the Queen suspected was a money-laundering operation at a store with strange hours—you were just doing reconnaissance, so the two of you hadn't even needed to draw your weapons. So hearing the thud of your body on the ground mid-sentence really shook him. He takes you into his arms and hurries you to Roger right away. Turns out you were just anemic. Harry would be sweet when you came to, trying to lighten the mood by telling you that you landed in an embarrassing position or something and then admitting that he was lying. He wouldn't necessarily scold you or communicate just how worried he was, but just know his heart stopped for a fraction of a second when he saw you fall!

Liam Evans

Drama king! Haha. Oh sweet, sweet Liam. He would get so scared if you collapsed. He'd immediately think that you were dying and he'd never see you again. Poor trauma baby. Once you came to and he understood that it was just due to dehydration, he’d be extra clingy and so attentive to your needs that you would have a glass of water in you hand before the thought of being thirsty even entered your peripheral awareness. Our kitty cat might go a little overboard with the attentiveness, but you know it’s because he was scared shitless and doesn’t want anything to happen to you like literally ever again!

Elbert Greetia

Though not as outwardly expressive as Liam, Elbert would also get hella triggered by you passing out. He’d be so worried and scared. His eyes would say it all. He wouldn’t leave your side for a second, even while Roger treated you/assessed what was wrong. he’d also cling to you for days, hardly ever letting you out of his sight and insisting that you eat, drink, and sleep more. You would have to talk through his trauma-response with him and give him some extra love to let him know that you're not going to leave him and that you'll be extra careful from now on.

Alfons Sylvatica

Alfons sees you sway from across the room, surprised that you're up at this hour. He's been out with his ~friends~ for most of the evening, and decided to have a stiff drink in the parlor before calling it a night. He sees you crumple to the ground in front of the window, and surprises even himself by running toward you immediately. To anyone watching, they'd be surprised at how much his facial expression changes—it's rare to see him lose his cool. He checks your pulse and breathing, then carries you gently over to a couch and lies you down. He knows exhaustion and malnutrition when he sees it, and he'd rather stay with you himself than wake up that lame ass doctor. When you wake up, he passes the whole thing off as a joke and pretends to be annoyed at you inconveniently keeping him up even later than usual. He might even ask for ‘compensation’ for watching over you, if only to mask just how terrified he was to see you like that.

Roger Barel

Roger is of course concerned when he notices you drop out of the corner of his eye, but he can't help but immediately go into doctor mode. He positions you comfortably and checks your vitals, coming to the conclusion that you passed out from dehydration/exhaustion. He carries you back to the castle and sets you up in his lab, hooking up an IV to rehydrate you quickly and get some nutrients flowing into your blood. Once you wake up in a daze, he’d smile calmly at you and tell you to take it easy (“doctor’s orders”). He'd pretend to be nonchalant/clinical about the whole thing, but you better believe he's going to keep a closer eye/ear on you from now on.

Victor

Victor handles this so smoothly and effortlessly, you would think he has psychic abilities and could see this coming. And, honestly, he’s seen so many people pass out for various reasons over the years that he’s not too worried about what will happen to you. He’s more worried that it got to this point in the first place. He would blame himself for not noticing sooner that you were overworking yourself and neglecting to drink enough water or eat enough. He’ll be more mindful of it from now on. He would be so sweet, gently brushing your hair out of your face as he gingerly lifts you into his arms and takes you to the castle infirmary, fussing over you like a mother hen once you wake up to normalize the whole thing for you and mask his shame at his own oversight.

Jude Jazza

Jude sees you collapse near where he's stowing the drug that you were on a mission to confiscate, and the first thought that would cross his mind would be ‘Wait a second, I didn’t use my powers on her...’ But once he realizes that you actually need medical attention, he looks down at you, his hair obscuring the pained expression in his eyes, and he mutters to himself, “What kind of idiot faints in broad daylight...” He’d pretend to be pissed about having to carry you back to Crown Castle but deep down he’d be very worried. His scowling face as he leans against the opposite wall would be the first thing you see when you wake up, and your heart would drop. “Fer someone who ain't been eating enough ya sure are heavy." He'd taunt, "Almost had a hernia carryin’ ya all the way back here.” He’d sneer at you and call you stupid for letting yourself get so bent out of shape. Then he’d smirk and say, “How’s the little birdie gonna repay me?”

Ellis Twilight

Ellis is so worried about you! He handled the situation as quickly as possible, too. He lifted you and sprinted toward Crown Castle like he'd done so a thousand times. To him, you weigh next to nothing. He sits quietly by your bed until you wake up, ready with fresh fruit and orange juice. He’d smile at you sweetly, and tell you how worried he was when he saw you collapse. He’d make sure that you were getting adequate food, water, and rest from there on out, gently reminding you to go to bed or to drink some water. He’d keep a very keen eye on you, noticing and trying to guess your exact happiness level, yes, but also to make sure that you were feeling alright.

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From The Fairytale Keeper's Final Assessment. (*´ω｀*)

When MC already became us Jude girlies

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Drawing Jude's expression is kind of hard for me sometimes. And everytime I draw Jude, everything turned purple lol.

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!!!!!!! HELL YEAH

Ikemen Vampire Polyamory Fics Masterlist

General Masterlist / Main Ikevamp Masterlist

Triads

Arthur/Vincent

The case of the Fox - Arthur x Vincent x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Isaac/Arthur

Surprise Valentines' - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Flowers for You - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

First Celebration Plans - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Revelations - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Written with Love - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Connected Stars - Arthur x Isaac x Reader, Family Fic, Triadverse AU - Fluff

Celebrate Love Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Love Restrains - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Smut

Taking Initiative - Arthur x Isaac Centric, background Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Jean/Mozart

Changing Hearts - Jean x Mozart x OC (Amy), Polyamorous World AU - Fluff - Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (2/2)

Jean/Vincent

The Call of Light - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Angst and Fluff

True Happiness - Jean x Vincent x Reader

Eternally Yours - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Dream Come True - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Bringing in New Life - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Bridging Family - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Leonardo/Comte

Dual Temptation - Comte x Reader x Leonardo - Smut

Napoleon/Jean

Joy - Jean x Napoleon x MC, Family fic - Fluff

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ʚ・ AFTERNOON NAP ⟢ JUDE JAZZA

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repost of a fic off my old account

Jude knows well you’re not the type to take a break.

Especially when other people are working.

He knows, too, that you’re not the type to complain about how tired you are. Even now, as you stifle a yawn, the dark circles under your eyes mirroring the ones ever permanent on his face, you simply lower your hand and smile at him. Instead of returning your affection, Jude’s lips draw a firm line.

Is he not looking after you enough? Is he, perhaps, not cut out to be your… boyfriend?

The word is foreign on his tongue, said a thousand times and it still tastes strange in his mouth. Strange, and yet not unpleasant. A warmth in his chest even the finest of whiskeys cannot reproduce always accompanies the word, as well as the gentle upcurve of his lips that he only ever lets show when he’s alone with you.

“We’re takin’ a break,” he announces simply as he stands up. Jude stretches languidly; his body aches from having been sat in the same position for hours singing endless amounts of documents.

You watch him as he crosses the few steps to the couch he has in his office. You’ve never seen him use it for naps, currently it’s home to a pile of books that he simply knocks off; but there’s a blanket draped over the back, and as he rearranges the cushions simply, you can tell this is something he’s done a lot.

“I, will… leave you,” you murmur out.

“Eh?” Jude grumbles, letting himself flop down onto the couch. “I said we’re takin’ a break, princess, that’s plural. Me and you.”

“But there’s no space.”

He simply grunts and reaches over to grab your wrist, with a gentle tug, he pulls you down on top of him. It’s all calculated, the way his arms envelope you as you fall against his chest, how he manages to pull the blanket over you both in the same move. His body is warm in a way you’ve missed recently.

“Heh, finally learned not to fight me?”

“I’m too comfy to argue about this,” you respond simply, letting yourself relax against him. “How long will we rest?”

“Until I’ve decided ya rested enough, princess.”

One of Jude’s hands simply sits on your waist, the other carding through your hair way too softly for him to even be aware he’s doing it. Jude is aware his kindness is clumsy, that he’s out of practice; that, to him, weakness and vulnerability is not something he can afford to show — not when it’ll get you hurt, not when it could take you from him. He swallows the idea like a poison, gulping it down until it sits uncomfortably in his stomach and he allows himself to pull you tighter against him.

He thinks he could get used to this.

Your warmth, your weight atop him like this.

Like the word boyfriend it’s strange: and yet not unpleasant. It’s comforting, almost. Calming. Peaceful. As if, just for a moment, he’s an ordinary guy and beyond the walls there is not a world of people wishing him dead in so many ways that-

He swallows thickly.

They could do anything to him and he’d get back up. Shoot him, stab him, poison him — anything, he’d never let them kill him. But you? If they hurt you — touched a single hair atop your head that he cherishes so, so damn much — well, he’s not sure he can handle it. The very thought sends air from his lungs; a monster’s hands gripping at his throat to remind him of the threat, that even this moment is dangerous for you. That he should be pushing you away. That’s the only way to keep you safe.

Yet he’s found himself selfish and greedy since meeting you. He won’t let you go, he refuses to let you go to some other man — not knowing whether he’s making you happy of treating you right… heh, he supposes no other man knows you quite as well as he does — there’s no way they could ever make you frown the way he does. Make you smile the way he does… without ever doing anything. It’s illogical to him how your face lights up when you see him, how your feet always carry you to his side as if it’s been your spot all along.

Illogical and yet it means the world to him.

He could put you to sleep so easily, you know this, and yet you don’t suppose he needs to. The rhythmic beating of his heart overlaps the ticking of his pocket watch, the simple sounds the only signs of life and time passing and it’s enough to cause your eyes to slowly close. You feel his lips on your forehead, swear you hear whispered words that sounds suspiciously like ‘I love you’, and then his arms hold you tighter. Jude’s lips turn up into a small smile as he watches you slowly fall asleep — there was a time he’d tease you about being so vulnerable about him, and part of him still wants to do so, yet right now the idea of disturbing this peace — this moment of bliss that seldom seeks you both — is so loathsome to him that he drops the idea the moment it forms.

Jude is happy right now.

You’re warm and safe with him, and that’s all he wants anymore.

All he needs: right here in his arms.

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Between Two Villains

Day 26 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Villains | Ellis Twilight x Jude Jazza x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, threesome - f/m/m, oral sex, spitroasting, cum swallowing, p in v sex Prompts: Spitroasting | “Oh, you'll regret letting me know that you like this.” A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this ever since the Between Two Villains event. While I don’t think Jude would be willing to ever have a threesome, especially with Ellis, it doesn’t hurt to dream about being sandwiched between your two villain faves, right? 🙃 ao3 link here.

They’re so close… You can feel the sweltering heat of their bodies smothering you like the stifling humidity of a hot, muggy summer day.

The bed’s wide enough to fit three adult bodies comfortably, but Jude insists on sleeping in the center of the King size bed, there’s no way he’ll scoot over to give you more space, and Ellis is acting like your bodies are glued together.

You groan, feeling your body temperature rise from the heavy comforter and the two men pressing into your sides. While the mission has been completed successfully, the assassination on the Queen’s life thwarted and those involved taken into custody, it’s the middle of the night. All that’s left to do is sleep, but…

Do they have to insist on sleeping in your – the Queen’s – bed?!

The heat is suffocating, though some of it may be due to the proximity of the two men sharing your bed.

“So damn warm… Feels like you’re burnin’ up with a fever,” Jude grumbles from next to you.

You want to scream then move, but you refrain because knowing Jude, he’ll just shove you further into Ellis – who’s curled around you like a clingy cat nuzzling his sweet, innocent face into your shoulder – and take up more space like the twisted villain he is.

“She’s warm, and she feels good… Hey, why won’t you hug me back?” Ellis asks.

Even if you want to, you can’t move, sandwiched so tightly between the two of them you can’t even properly breathe. You keep your eyes trained on the ceiling because if you turn either way, you’ll be embarrassingly nose-to-nose with one of the two members of Crown.

Your cheeks flush from the relentless heat and the absolute ridiculousness of your current predicament.

“Heh… What’s with the red cheeks? What kinda indecent thoughts are ya thinkin’?” Jude jabs you with his elbow, and though you can’t see him, you just know he’s smirking that sadistic little smirk of his.

Trust Jude to find a way to make this even more awkward.

“Aren’t you the indecent one, climbing in someone else’s bed?” you shoot back.

“Not me. What kinda villain’d do such a thing, huh?”

Ugh.

“Oh, do you want to do something indecent? Sure, what would you like?” Ellis eagerly jumps into the conversation having completely missed Jude’s sarcasm.

“What?!” Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. Out of all the Crown members who are likely to even make such a lewd suggestion – aka almost all of them – you never expect Ellis of all people to make it.

Ellis looks at you earnestly as he asks that outrageous question, but your look of disbelief and bewilderment is lost on him as he continues.

“Maybe you’d prefer doing it just with Jude? Or with both of us?”

You can hardly believe what you’re hearing, what he’s suggesting. It’s the first time you’re hearing him suggest something so immoral, other than insinuating he’ll kill you when you’re at your happiest, which honestly just seems like a side effect of his Curse.

“Oi, quit draggin’ me into this mess,” Jude says. “If ya wanna do it, go ahead. I’ll just watch. That’s what you’re into anyway, ain’t it?”

“Really? Hm, if you insist,” Ellis hums.

Your face is growing hotter and hotter as the conversation progresses. Not only do they barge into your bed after catching the assassin, now they’re talking about such illicit things like you’re not even present!

“Would you please get out of my bed and sleep in your own rooms?!” You want to hide under the covers from the awkward humiliation, but also to conceal the strange flutter of excitement stirring within you, especially from Jude.

“But I’m too worried to leave you alone,” Ellis sweetly protests, as Jude quips, “Bed here’s comfy so I’ll pass.”

Technically, Jude is right. The Queen’s bed is the most comfortable bed you’ve ever slept in. The mattress is plush, stuffed with the highest quality down, and the blankets are soft, made of the highest quality fabric, but…

“Ugh, honestly!”  You’re too tired to deal with this… blissful indecency and arrogant selfishness, and you decide to give up on trying to get them to return to their rooms. “Fine, just stay here then. Good night!”

You pull the covers up all the way over your head blocking them from view. It’s clear they won’t leave, and you have no choice, but to try and get some sleep – if you can get any sleep, the tingling sensation taking residence in between your thighs likely to keep you up for some time.

“Oi, why’re ya tryin’ to sleep like a damned corpse?” 

“She’s hiding, now I’m sad…”

Jude scathingly grumbles, and Ellis whines. Ellis shifts away, finally giving you some space, and you sigh in relief, but your relief is short-lived when Ellis joins you under the covers.

“Hey, this mission was hard for you, right? I can make you feel good, if that’ll make you happy.”

Ellis’s suggestion is tempting. So very tempting. Your thighs rub together unintentionally, trying to relieve the tension that’s building from what his soft, melodic voice is whispering in your ear.

You realize the movement isn’t lost on Jude when he clicks his tongue and mutters, “Knew it. Nasty woman,” under his breath with a hint of what sounds like amusement.

Great, just… great.

It’s so dark under the covers, you can’t see Ellis, but you feel his large hand slip under the Queen’s silk nightgown you’re wearing, reaching until he’s cradling your bare breast in his palm.

“You’re so soft,” he whispers.

He kneads the soft tissue, brushing his thumb against your firm nipple. His other hand comes behind your head, guiding you to him, and he gently captures your lips in a series of feathery kisses.

Your head protests at how inappropriate this is… You’re in the Queen’s bed wearing the Queen’s nightgown, but Ellis’s kisses are so sweet and so tender your body’s betraying you, and you’re melting into his tall frame.

“The covers are too heavy, aren’t they? I’ll remove them for you.”

Your eyes snap wide open. Pushing the covers back will mean Jude can see what Ellis is doing, what you’re doing, how exposed you are with the nightgown bunched around your chest. Before you can even speak, Ellis is already lifting the covers, and you can feel Jude’s piercing amethyst eyes boring into the back of your head, judging the living fuck out of you, but your mind goes blank when Ellis recaptures your lips with his. His fingers are doing things to your breasts that make you shiver and moan and want more, more of his honeyed touch.

Jude shifts from behind you, and you realize with a start he’s groaning – groans you assumed were coming from Ellis – and… Was he stroking himself?! 

The idea of Jude getting off on watching you and Ellis is thrilling. You throb at the thought, thighs clamping tightly together, rousing tremors vibrating throughout your hot, bothered body.

A cold hand – which can only be Jude’s as Ellis’s burn – slithers up your quivering thigh. His hand is like ice on your flaming skin, a welcome respite from the inferno you’ve turned into. His finger hooks into your underwear and pulls it down in one swift movement before probing your slick crease and circling your aching clit.

Your hips violently jerk when he slips two fingers in.

“Naughty princess,” Jude snickers. 

Your cheeks burn, but Jude curls his fingers, and the moment he does you’re moaning. His fingertips caressing that heavenly spot has you arching your back and curling your toes, and you’re writhing from the hot and cold hands exploring your wretched body. You reflexively push your hips back against Jude, silently begging for him to go faster… deeper… Between Ellis and Jude, you’re losing control, caught in an overwhelming whirlwind of lips and digits and limbs. 

Ellis notices Jude’s entrance and pulls away from his quest to conquer your lips. “Oh, Jude. Do you want to go first or should I?”

“Tch… I’m already down here, ain’t I?”

Jude snakes his arm around your waist and fluidly pulls the two of you up until you’re bracing yourself on all fours. Ellis warmly smiles, slipping out of his clothes and re-positioning himself by your head.

His erection stares at you imploringly.

And what a pretty erection it is… His cock looks just like him. Tall, slender, pleasantly safe yet enticingly manly. 

“I want to feel you. Can I feel you?” Ellis innocently asks, and you’re so mesmerized by how alluring he looks, you lick your lips and part your mouth, curious as to how he’ll taste. Ellis takes that as an invitation and pops his twitching member into your waiting mouth.

He tastes salty. Pleasant. His fragrant musk overtakes your senses, and you swirl your tongue around his smooth tip, eagerly bobbing lower and lower down his shaft until he’s tickling the back of your throat, and Ellis is closing his eyes with a blissful, dreamy sigh.

You hear rustling from behind you – Jude removing his clothes. Something long and firm slides through your folds, probing your inner lips and coating itself in your syrupy arousal. He sinks in without warning – not that you expect anything less from him – and you lustfully whimper as Jude buries himself to the hilt. 

“Foolish lil bird…”

He’s stretching you deliciously open, the friction of his cock in you electric. While Ellis is allowing you to take the lead, Jude is bullying your dripping cunt, grasping the sides of your hips in a bruising, vice-like grip. He callously pounds into you like a madman, almost as if he’s punishing you for your depravity, and the dichotomy of their demeanors muddles your hazy mind into a torrential, dizzying spin. 

“Ngh… you feel so… so nice…” Ellis breathlessly rasps. His fingers tangle themselves in your hair, jerking uncontrollably as your mouth works its sinful magic sucking along his full length.

The room fills with the sounds of your desperate moaning, Ellis’s ragged gasping, Jude’s angry grunting, and a degenerate, wet squelching, a cacophony of debauchery.

You’re drowning, caught in roiling, turbulent waves violently crashing against the shore of your inflamed body, but you want – no, need – more. You can’t tell up from down, but it’s not enough, and before you know it, your trembling finger is reaching for your clit.

“Whaddya think yer doing, huh?” Jude growls. “If ya wanted me to torture ya some more, all ya had to do was ask.”

There’s a dark, twisted edge to his words, and he forcefully shoves your hand away. His arm wraps around your waist for leverage so he can continue furiously rutting into you while his other hand finds its way back to your swollen pink nub. His movements are rough, but they only add to the storm brewing in your center. Jolts of lightning course through your veins.

You’re teetering on the edge, one tiny push of pleasure away from falling.

“Mmm… I–I’m close… I…” Ellis tenses in your mouth. His breathing is labored, needy whimpers humming in his throat.

Ellis looks absolutely breath-taking. A rosy flush covering his cheeks. Sweat beading along his brow. Unruly, wavy hair sticking to his forehead. Twilight eyes fluttering closed. A pretty, pouting mouth dropping open.

He’s beautiful.

“Catch me in your mouth, okay?” Ellis’s voice cracks as he pleads achingly, and before you can make sense of what he’s asked, he pulls taut, passionately crying out your name and feverishly convulsing, spilling onto your tongue.

You swallow rapaciously, milking every last drop out of his spasming cock. He tastes bitter, salty, and sweet, and you don’t want to miss a single drop.

The taste of him… the sound of his ecstatic cries… the daze of his glazed-over eyes push you over the edge, and you fall, careening into a deep abyss. Your fingers curl desperately into the sheets, your vision explodes with stars, and staggering shockwaves rip through you so ferociously, you’re blinded. You tremble and quiver and shake, and you clamp down around Jude so hard, he hisses savagely.

You don’t know whether you should scream ‘Ellis’ or ‘Jude’, but your mind is so addled, it doesn’t matter, and you’re only capable of deliriously mewling instead.

As the tension leaves your body, you dissolve into a puddle of rapturous exhaustion. Your arms can no longer support you on their own, and Jude’s hold around you is the only reason you haven’t crumpled into an unraveled mess.

Ellis soothingly runs his slender fingers through your hair, delicately stroking your scalp with his fingertips, mumbling sweet nothings in your ears while Jude nips your neck and sneers…

“Oh, you’ll regret letting me know that ya like this.”

You barely register the promise of torment laced under Jude’s sinister words or Ellis gently pulling out of your slack mouth and switching places with Jude, your trance breaking only when Jude looms inches away from your face. Something wicked gleams in Jude’s eyes, complementing the arrogant smirk splayed on his lips.

“Hope yer ready, Princess, cause I ain’t gonna be so gentle with ya.”

You shudder. The threat of his words aren’t lost on you, and as Ellis slowly slides into your abused cunt and Jude abruptly shoves his cock between your parted lips, only one thought runs through your mind…

It’s going to be a long night.

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VALENTINE

— ♡ Jude Jazza/Female bodied Reader — ♡ EXPLICIT SMUT — ♡ TW: Chubby reader, lingerie, throat fucking, biting, marking, blow jobs, oral sex (suitor receiving), fingering, masturbation, body worship (slight, towards suitor), intended cock worship, body hair, slight asphyxiation, rough sex, piv, vaginal sex, cream pie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, teasing, riding, multiple positions, guided sex (brief) — ♡ Pronouns: You, Princess, Girl — ♡ Words: 3294 — ♡ Ao3 Mirror — ♡ MASTERLIST | REQUESTS

⤷ When Jude leaves your Valetines plans entirely up to you, his only request is that you surprise him. So you intend to do just that: by taking control.

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“I can do this.”

You exhaled deeply, shaking your hands at your sides as you anxiously paced Jude’s room. The curtains to both windows were open, the moonlight streaming in and lighting up his bed. You paused your pacing to pick up one of the pillows and fluff it up, despite the fact you’d already done it at least twenty times now. 

New bed sheets were just part of the Valentine's surprise you’d planned for him.

It was an unconventional surprise, you thought, biting your lip nervously. Most other couples would be having a nice dinner together, surprising each other with gifts of chocolates and flowers, or perhaps other sentimental trinkets – but Jude wasn’t that type. When you’d asked him what kind of thing he’d like to do he’d smirked, staring you dead in the eyes and told you to organise it yourself, but he wanted to be surprised.

That was the hard part, it meant anything ‘conventional’ was instantly out of the window. You could tell he was curious, though, when that morning he’d raised an eyebrow at you as he’d opened his hand to receive the expected chocolates, only for you to simply give him a kiss on the cheek and wish him a good day at work, and that you’d see him later tonight for his gift.

You’d spent the best part of the day setting things up, doing the shopping you needed to do at the last minute so that he wouldn’t accidentally stumble on any part of what you had planned. The first stop had been to get the bedding you’d already picked out and paid for, set aside for the day, and then to the lingerie shop where you’d had your eye on a particular set of garments in exactly the shade of purple Jude seemed to prefer. 

You rubbed your bare thighs together, reaching down to adjust the garter around your plush thigh. 

He would be home any time soon but the wait was killing you.

Here you were, dressed in the prettiest lingerie you’d ever worn, covered with one of Jude’s spare coats. The sleeves were slightly too long, and you were fortunate Jude had broad enough shoulders that it covered your buxom chest if you held it shut.

“I can’t believe I’m– oh god…” You found yourself crouching on the floor, tempted to cover your head and just hope he would come home and not see you there at all. It was too late to think of any other surprise, but it wasn’t too late to back out-

Creak.

Shit.

It was too late.

Exhaling and trying your best to steady your shaking hands, you stood up straight and faced the door as the footsteps grew closer. You’d recognise Jude’s confident gait anywhere, the clinking of his pocket watch and the obvious sound of the heel of his shoes; it was a sound you’d grown excited to hear approaching.

To have fallen so in love with Jude Jazza so quickly…. The thought of it brought a smile to your lips and a wave of calmness washed over you as the door pushed open. It would be okay; you could do this. For him.

“What’re you-”

Cutting off his question, you dropped his coat you were wearing to the floor to reveal your chosen undergarments for the evening. For a brief moment, you swear you see his amethyst eyes flash with heat, and a low growl leaves his lips before he lets out a throaty laugh. The door shuts behind him, and then he takes a few steps towards you.

“Is this yer surprise, Princess?”

“No,” you say quickly. “Not all of it, anyway.”

When he raises an eyebrow in question, you quickly reach up to grab the front of his shirt and pull him down for a kiss. He tastes as he always does; like tobacco and something sweet. Jude’s kisses are addictive, something you always want more of, but you refuse to let him take control of the kiss this time. Before he can push his tongue into your mouth, you bite down on his bottom lip, using his brief surprise to swap your positions and back him against the bed.

You’ve no doubt that if he wanted to he could resist you pushing him back, but he allows you to guide him until his legs hit the bed, and when you break the kiss to push him down onto the bed, he allows you to do that, too. Jude lands down on the bed and stretches himself backwards, relaxing on his arms and elbows as he smirks up at you. 

“New sheets, huh? They’re silk. Expensive taste ya got there, Princess.”

“Only the best for Jude Jazza,” you say, approaching him and positioning yourself between his open legs. Jude’s strong thighs hug you and you can feel him closing them around you to trap you there, as if you were going to run away any second. Perhaps he was able to sense how… afraid, how nervous you were to do this. You weren’t used to taking charge with him, you weren’t used to doing anything you had planned – Jude rarely let you do anything during your love making, he always insisted you lay back and let him take care of you.

Tonight, you wanted to take care of him instead.

You lean down to undo the top buttons of his shirt, inhaling deeply as his breath hits your face. You want so badly to kiss him again, but you know if you do, you’ll fall into his trap and he’ll have you below him in seconds. There’s no doubt he’d satisfy you, Jude always knows just how to touch you, how to tease you and edge you until you beg and beg for him, always keeping you right there until he says you’re allowed to cum. If you kiss him now that’s now the night will end.

It’s tempting, but the images in your mind of the things you want to do to him are far more tempting. Far more delicious.

After you’ve exposed some more of his skin, you lean down one knee on the edge of the bed between his thighs and allow your lips to trail down his neck. You take your time, each kiss perfectly placed lower and lower on his body, caressing each scar with your fingers and then  your lips until you come to his chest. You pause, glancing up at him to see him staring down at you with the same heated gaze as before.

“My Princess is takin’ charge tonight, ha?”

“That’s right,” you breathe, quickly biting down on his hardened nipple when he moves to touch you. “You don’t get to touch me tonight.”

“Ha?” he growls. “That sounds like a shitty gift,” he grunts.

“It’s not a gift from me if you’re giving it to me,” you counter, staring at him firmly. “Please, Jude… let me give you love for once.”

He doesn’t reply, but he lowers his arm back to the bed and you let out a sigh of relief. You know he’s still uncomfortable with someone loving him, you know it’s all still new to him, that he’s never entirely sure he’s worthy of someone caring for him in these ways. You know that’s why he tries hard to give everything to you; why he insists that you enjoy what he has to give you without ever asking things in return, because he feels as though you’ve given up your entire life to be with a man so unworthy of your love as him–

Oh how much you wish to tell him otherwise.

He’s a cruel man, arrogant at times, he truly enjoys the misfortune of others and recently has enjoyed tormenting you more than anyone else. You also know that Jude Jazza is the kindest, most compassionate person you’ve ever met: someone who truly deserves to be loved.

You wrap your lips around his nipple, sucking gently as you rub your hands over his muscles. They twitch and jump under your light touch and you let out a small sigh of relief. Relaxing him is an impossible task, but if he’s going to go along with it and try and enjoy the love you have to give him, then you decide you’re not going to hold back.

Inhibitions be damned.

You raise your free hand to his belt, fiddling with the buckle before slipping it away and quickly unbuttoning his pants. You glance up at him as you swipe your tongue down his stomach, allowing your teeth to graze over his muscles before you find your nose pressed against the top of his pants. Both of your hands come up to his waist band, and Jude lifts his hips to allow you to slip both his trousers and underwear down under him. 

Instantly his cock springs free from its confines and you gulp down, pressing your lips against the top of his groin, trying not to giggle as his thick silver curls tickle your chin. You grip the base of his cock as you move your lips to his thighs, squeezing his shaft to pull the slightest grunt from him. A few kisses placed against the scars on his thighs, far less than you’d planned, before you lift your head up to his flushed tip. You find yourself far too excited to want to do anything else, to want to drag it out longer; the moment you’d been greeted with his cock in your face, all you’d been able to think of was how you wanted him to cum down your throat, gripping the sheets and moaning your name loudly.

To have such a powerful man writhing beneath you.

A shudder ripples through you and you swipe your tongue over his leaking tip.

Jude’s hips buck slightly and you hear him growl; apparently he dislikes being teased. Funny, you think, considering how much he dishes it out. Your lips turn up into the slightest of smirks as an idea comes to you.

You kiss along his shaft, your teeth nipping at the thick vein running along the bottom of his girth. 

“Shit-” he hisses. “Princess, what’re you-”

He cuts off as you reach his base. One of your hands quickly reaches out to grasp his balls, massaging them firmly. Again, Jude’s hips buck but it’s the loud moan that escapes his lips as you bite the base of his cock that freezes you up.

You’d heard him grunt and groan before as he fucked into you, his breathy grunts right in your ear as he slammed into you on all fours, lips pressed right there–

But you’d never heard him moan like this.

You quickly come back to your senses, sucking down on the sensitive skin of his cock, squeezing his tip and pressing your thumb against it to smear his pre-cum along him.

“What’re…  you doing-” he huffs out.

“Marking my territory,” you say simply, moving back to admire the love bite you’d left. You feel almost smug as you stare at him; his cheeks are flushed and his hair is sticking to his forehead and sides of his face from a light sheen of sweat, his chest rising heavily.

All your doing.

“Princess,” he growls. “If you don’t hurry up I’m gonna pin ya down and love ya until ya can’t walk for a week.”

You have no doubt his threat is real, and so you quickly nestle back between his thighs. This time you slip his tip between your lips, gulping down around him and taking him into your mouth slowly. Each time you pull a noise from him, you pull your mouth back from him and lick his juices up, taking a breath before you take him back in again. It’s not long before you set a quick pace, bobbing your head along his cock as your hand grips his base, squeezing and pumping in time with your head’s movements. Jude thrusts his hips up in time with you, hitting the back of your throat – you quickly pull back, gasping for air before giving him a dirty look.

“Jude!”

“Hah,” he snickers.

“Just for that I’m not going to fin-”

Jude’s hand quickly reaches up to your neck, pushing you back down onto his cock. His tip hits the back of your throat, and his thrusts pick up as he fucks into your throat at a bruising pace. You squirm and squeal around him, feeling your vision begin to blur and eyes sting when  you’re unable to breathe. You flare your nose, trying desperately to get air through any other means. Your hands move to grip his thighs, digging your nails into his skin – you know, truly, if you were in any danger he would instantly stop. Jude might be rough but he would never truly harm  you, and there’s something so… arousing about how he’s fucking your throat right now. You can feel your own arousal growing and you bring one of your hands from his thigh to slip beneath the waistband of your lingerie.

The fabric is already sopping wet with your juices and even with Jude’s moans you’re able to hear the squelch as you push two fingers inside of yourself. You moan around his cock, letting your eyes flutter shut as you pump your fingers inside of you in time with his pace into your throat.

“Nhg- Princess…!”

Jude’s sudden yell snaps your eyes open, and you make eye contact with him just as he thrusts deeper into your throat and spills himself. You gulp down each spurt of cum, but it quickly fills your mouth and dribbles down your chin. As you swallow around his cock, Jude thrusts a few more times, grunting before he lets go of you and allows you to pull back. You wheeze for air, your fingers halting their movements as you rest your head against his thigh, falling to the floor as you cough and splutter.

“You’re so wasteful,” he mutters, sitting up to stare down at you. Jude lifts his hand to lift your chin, his thumb wiping away his cum from your lips and chin. “Touchin’ yerself? Dirty girl.”

You growl, glaring up at him as you quickly stand, pushing him back down onto the bed. Your hand, wet with your slick, leaves marks on his shirt as you press your hands against his shoulders.

“That’s a real temptin’ look there.”

“You’re impossible,” you mutter out, voice hoarse from how he’d abused your throat. “And here I was going to let you undress me with this lingerie I picked out for you.”

Jude lets out a low growl, watching as you straddle his hips. His cock, still hard, sits against you leaving trails of cum down your soft stomach. His hands come up to grip your hips, squeezing the plush skin there, before he hooks a finger into the thin band of your panties and pulls at them. You hiss as the fabric pulls into your skin on one side.

“Jude, don’t ruin them!”

“They’re fuckin’ ruined already,” he hisses, using his other hand to press against your pussy. You moan out, clenching your eyes at how sensitive you are. “You made a real mess here, what were you thinkin’ about? How you want me to fuck you?”

Jude pulls harder until you hear a rip and the fabric tears away. He slips it out from between you, and you groan as his cock brushes against your needy pussy. 

“I was thinking about how I’m going to fuck you,” you counter, lifting yourself up onto your knees. He watches you as you line his cock up before you sink down on him. Both of you moan together as you instantly lower yourself to take him fully inside of you.

“God-” you moan out, leaning forward to grip his shoulders. 

“Shit yer tight,” he huffs, his grip on your hips returning. “Ride me, Princess.”

“I-I don’t… know if I can,” you quietly admit. “It feels too much….”

“You can do it,” he whispers, leaning up to quickly press the softest of kisses against your lips. “Lift yourself up then let your weight fall on me, do it over and over. Roll your hips at the same time.”

You nod, keeping his instructions in your head as you do as he says. You lift yourself up, legs shaking, before you lower yourself back down. Jude meets you with a thrust up and your moans mix in the air again. The moonlight from the window streams down covering your joined bodies as you move together, your movements increasing in confidence as you roll your hips against him, bouncing on his cock with increasing pace. Sweat runs down his torso through the rivulets of his stomach muscles and you groan out, allowing your body to fall down onto his. 

Jude moves his hands to wrap around your waist, keeping your body flush against his. Your pert nipples press against his chest, the friction adding more pleasure with each movement of your bodies. 

“Jude,” you sigh out. “Kiss me.”

You’ve barely finished your request before his lips seal yours. His hips snap up against yours, his cock reaching deep inside and you find yourself closer to the edge–. Moans from each other mix into the kiss as you murmur him for more and more. 

Growling, Jude presses your hips down against him as he thrusts up with more force than before. Instantly you break the kiss to scream his name, vision going white as you come apart around him. Hot streams of his cum fill you up as he continues to ride out your high. You feel Jude move you so you’re under him, lifting your leg over his shoulder as he continues.

“Jude,” you whine out, reaching out for him. “Too… much.”

“I ain’t… done,” he grunts, filling you up with more of him with each thrust. 

Eventually he lets out a moan of your name before he slips out, allowing his body to rest on top of yours. His cock rests against you, covering your already sticky skin even more – below you on the cool, silk sheets, you feel a pool of your joined pleasure.

“We need to… clean up,” you breathe, your body boneless and light. You find yourself unable to move at all, and when Jude’s arm hooks around you and pulls you flush against him, you’re powerless to resist.

Jude presses the most tender of kisses against your forehead and you find yourself smiling as you snuggle up against him. 

“Lemme hold ya for a bit, Princess, then I’ll take care of ya. I still gotta give ya my gift after all.”

You glance up at him, wondering what he had planned and surprised he had anything in mind at all. You’d told him you didn’t need anything, he already took good care of you; spoiling you with clothes or books or anything your eyes lingered on for enough time for him to notice you were interested.

“Gonna pamper ya so good ya never gonna leave me, Princess.”

“I already promised I’m not going anywhere, remember?” you murmur.

“I’m still gonna take real good care of ya,” Jude says, his voice the soft tone you only ever hear when you’re alone. He brushes his lips over your shoulder, his nose resting against the crook of your neck as he inhales deeply. His lips move back along your shoulder, dotting light kisses here and there. “Gotta love ya so much you can’t stand it.” He almost purrs out. You glance up at him, watching as Jude's lips turn into a smirk before he sinks his teeth painfully into your shoulder.

“For the rest of yer life.”