#Ikemen Villains x reader

[fairylibe]

yandere.ᐟ vogel × reader head canons.

660 words. yandere themes. may be ooc. features: darius vogel, nica schwarz, ring schwarz.

꒰ summary ꒱ what if an interest turned into something… more?

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ darius 𖦹 vogel ೀ 🪽

was this so-called “love,” or maybe it was a twisted obsession? regardless he had fallen too deep with (…or was it “for”?) you to go back to a point before he knew you — far too deep.

admittedly, it was initially just an interest he had toward you. he wanted to get to know you, as you were crown’s fairytale keeper.

but it was as he was getting to know you, as he spent time with you, that he came to a realization.

although the whole of humanity is inherently flawed, there was one exception: you. maybe it was because, while you remained grounded, you also remained pure. while you looked kind, there was still a gentle fire in your eyes. everything about you was a perfect balance.

even if you weren’t cursed, he felt you were fit for his “family” — and more.

because you were the one and only perfect being in his eyes; that must be why he was drawn to you. the fact he could be so close to that one perfect thing was enough to send shivers, an illusion of “love.”

“ this world has no need for those impure souls who steal the bird’s song away. i will rid the world of all of them, so won’t you sing for me, fairytale keeper? ”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ nica 𖦹 schwartz ೀ 🍒

he normally wasn’t one for much deep affections, so what was it with you that made him think about you so often? maybe it was because even when he would act friendly with you, your reactions felt so… genuine.

yes, those reactions felt so raw — he almost couldn’t believe it himself. whenever you two ran into each other, he would casually greet you, calling you “robin” and teasing you. he gets more of a kick every time you make a retort, claiming it’s worth teasing you (playing with you). he enjoyed making you dance atop his hand.

but despite being the one teasing you, it almost seemed as though you would sometimes play with his feelings as well, making him feel something between love and bitterness.

so he would hold your hand, and play with your feelings in turn, like he would a toy. so that if you fell in love with him, he could watch you pine in an unrequited love.

he may not be able to reciprocate your feelings, but at the very least, you can fall into a bitter warmth together.

“ i told you that all you have to do is not hold my hand, but if you’ve taken it of your own will, won’t you become my plaything? until there’s nothing left to lose, for me… and for you, robin. ”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ring 𖦹 schwartz ೀ 💍

there is no such thing as being too protective when it comes to ring. at first, he had tried to push you away, because what reason was there for you to get close to him? if dari had ordered him to kill you, he would do exactly that.

and yet, you had reached out a hand to him, asking for a friendship. nika had warned him — “you can’t make friends with them, ring” — and yet the hand that reached out to him seemed so warm and gentle…

it was a somewhat fragile friendship, and it felt like a single word from dari or nika could shatter it to a million pieces, seeing as you two were in different organizations. and yet, you had shown him so many firsts.

eventually, he became scared, anxious, even. what was this feeling?

he wanted to protect this friendship he had with you, he wanted you to show him more and more “firsts,” he wanted to protect you.

“ if dari orders me to kill you someday… i would still do it. that wouldn’t change — i owe him my own life. but, if that were ever to happen, i would kill a part of myself after for you. ” if he were to remember you, would you show him more firsts after the last?

fin.

꒰ tag list . ꒱ @drachonia @weepinglycoris @letter-from-afar @.comment to be added or removed!

[archetype-earth]

William, who drags his long nails over your back in a soothing gesture, gently washing away the stress of the day. Harrison, who softly reads out the latest book he bought, as you resist falling asleep on his shoulder. Liam, who gives you a head massage, trained fingers running over with firm yet gentle scratches. Elbert, whose arms are less of a cage, and more of a sanctuary as he holds you close. Alfons, who laughs in your ear, his tone airy and eager to keep your mood just as light. Roger, who gently kisses and licks his way up your face as fatigue and anxiety manifests in the form of tears. Jude, who starts to scheme and think about how he's going to ruin all those who make your life harder, rubbing his fingers over your skin delicately. Ellis, who does anything and everything just to see the glimpse of your smile, ever so reverent. Victor, who puts on a magic show, his top act is making a genuine smile appear on your face out of nowhere.

[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

MASTERLIST 😈

*MDNI!*

A/N: I only write the EN-released characters! So no Vogel HCs for IkeVil and no Tanzanite/Acroite/Kogyoku HCs for IkePri! Sorry! I'll write these characters eventually, I promise! I will also add IkeSen and IkeVamp content eventually! Thank you for reading in the meantime! 🫶

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[natimiles]

Lazy morning with Jude

Words: 597

Tags: scenario; fluffy; no pronouns specified; established relationship.

Notes: I did my best to make Jude sound like Jude, HAIUSEHASU. I hope this brightens your night, @/judejazza! 🤍

In the first few weeks of the relationship, it was weird for you to wake up in the morning to an empty bed and his side already cold. You wouldn’t deny it made you feel strange, and sometimes you wondered if you were disrupting his routine, or if he really wanted you there.

Jude could be rough and sadistic, but he was never a liar. If he said your company was something he enjoyed, even if he didn’t sleep that much anyway, then you knew better than to doubt his word. That and his actions, which always spoke louder.

Every night, he would cling to you as soon as you made yourself comfortable on the bed. Sometimes he wouldn’t even wait for you to settle; he would pull you down and lock you in his embrace, intertwining his legs with yours. And you’d happily nuzzle against him, deeply inhaling his scent that did wonders to relax you.

Then you grew accustomed to this routine of yours, where you usually woke up alone, but never lonely. And sometimes you were lucky enough to wake up for a few minutes and catch a glimpse of him before he left for work.

Like now. 

You wake up to something warm pressing against your forehead and hear some soft words you can’t understand. You grumble unintelligible sounds as your mind slowly wakes up. Scrunching up your nose, you flutter your eyes open, and even though it’s still dark outside, you can see a silhouette beside you.

“Jude?” you call out, your voice heavy with sleep.

“Ha?” he clicks his tongue and gently coaxes your eyes to close with his fingertips. “Go back to sleep.”

“But you—” You take his hand away, but he brings it back to your eyelids. Twice. “Jude!” you complain, holding it against your cheek now.

“Got ‘nother hand, y’know? Can put ya back to sleep real easy, princess,” he threatens, but you know he wouldn’t.

“Then just let me wish you a good day,” you say, shifting your body to get a better look at him and squeezing his hand tighter.

He could free his hand anytime, but he doesn’t, and it makes you tingly inside. He sighs loudly and bends at his waist, using his other hand to support himself on the headboard, bringing his face close to yours. You stay like this for a few moments, just looking into each other’s eyes.

“So?”

“Hm?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Where’re my good day wishes? Can’t wait for ‘em all day.”

“Oh!” you smile, your whole face lighting up as his words sink into your brain. He almost feels the need to close his eyes to not be blinded by your brightness. “Have a good day! Take care of yourself, and come back home in one piece.” You hold his hand tighter and bring your other hand to the back of his neck, using it as leverage to lift your face slightly and peck his lips. “I love you.”

“Good princess,” he chuckles through his nose. “Now back to sleep. Love too,” he mutters so softly that you almost don’t hear it, and kisses your forehead.

You recognize the warmth and realize what the words you couldn’t understand earlier were. You can’t help but feel your cheeks blushing, and he smirks widely at your sheepish expression. He would tease you a lot if he didn’t have to leave already — he probably will when he comes back home later.

And with this cozy feeling inside, you close your eyes and try to sleep a little more.

Masterlists

[secrelty-z]

these mcs r wild bro

mc witnessed like 5 murders and she’s just chilling

like WHAT

i’m reading william’s route rn and this dude murdered someone so gruesomely and mc wakes up the next morning like up im cool 😜

GIRL WHAT

[cruivanei]

-> BZZT... ELLIS IS DREAMING OF YOU.

Not proofread, just here for my pookie @chartreuxhue. No particular established relationship beyond Ellis being smitten with you. Also, I admit freely I don't really know this character so if anything is glaringly wrong, feel free to tell me (I insist you do, in fact).

ELLIS TWILIGHT x AFAB! READER

NSFW! BELOW THE CUT ->

A warmth bubbled in Ellis’ chest. Somehow the gentle sensation was both light and suffocating as it perforated through his body and he recognized the feeling immediately – happiness. Alongside that glow was something heavier and hotter, something he did not need to ponder to feel deep in the bottom of his stomach and below where his belt typically rested. 

And it was all because of you. Because of the way you threw your head back like it was too much to bother to keep it up when you could simply relish in the way he bucked up into your heat with a barely reined-in hunger. Your swollen lips wet with drool spewed his name in a near incoherent chant and Ellis thought he might do anything to keep you with him forever. He settled for tightening his grip on your waist, feeling a twisted swell of pride and desire as his fingertips made indents in your soft skin. Looking from where his body met yours to your face, Ellis thought you were unbelievably beautiful. It was a wonder Elbert had not tried to swoop in and steal you away. But he supposed this side of you was only for him, and selfishly he liked it that way. 

“I love you, Ellis,” you said, your hands scrambling for purchase on his chest as you spasmed on his cock, riding out your climax so frantically he could not help the growing excitement in his loins. Your knees pressed into his hips as you peaked, and Ellis wondered if marriage would make you happy—he knew his own answer when you leaned over his face with gently closed eyes and one of your soft hands slid from his chest to cradle his face sweetly in preparation for an equally saccharine kiss. 

“Ellis,” you said, in a voice clearer than your previous mumblings and with the conviction of someone utterly invested. His eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of that devotion manifest.

“Ellis,” you repeated, and he was awakened with a start. 

You–clothed now–stood next to him in the library where he had fallen asleep waiting on Jude. Bent at the hip, you hovered over his face to press the back of your hand to his cheek with your fingertips just barely brushing against his dark curls. Your brows were furrowed, not completely unlike how they were when he was hitting it just right merely a few seconds prior in his filthy mind. He could not tell whether it was the familiarity and desire to have his hand on you or the defensive instinct instilled with necessity to be a part of Crown that made his hand shoot to your wrist, but you responded only with more concern as you tried to pull your hand from his with an agape mouth. 

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to see if you were okay. You’ve been asleep for a while now,” you said, pretty eyes averted from where he held you.

“Don’t apologize,” he whispered, unable and unwilling to stop the smile that curved his lips. “Will you join me?” 

That caught your attention. 

Your eyes swept over his lounging figure, strewn over the sofa in what was so much more uninhibited when he was looking at you with darkened purple eyes and when he had such an obvious… problem pressed against the confines of his pants. 

He knew you had seen, how could he hide it from you when you were the cause? Firmly, he pulled you closer. “Please?” He asked, appeased already by your proximity. What was he even inviting you to do? He himself did not know. Whether you thought this was a propositioning or a darling attempt at siding himself up against you made no difference to Ellis. Closeness was closeness, so long as it was with you and he could not protest to either.

Your face flushed and you yanked your hand back with a blip of stuttered nonsense before taking a step back. He then understood how you had taken it. 

“Sorry! I think I told Jude I’d help him with something!” You cried, turning tail and rushing out of the door just as the aforementioned Crown member was about to enter. Jude offered a displeased “hah?” and a raised brow but the only reply you offered for your blatant and disproven lie was a flash of hair disappearing around the corner.

[gunraekae]

Roger with a quiet MC

Diana, the Huntress - Guillaume Seignac

>ikemen villains

>Roger Barel x reader

>a/n: I know all of my works are pretty self-indulgent but this is probably my most self-indulgent post so far. Still, I hope all my quiet girlies out there enjoy this little blurb. Thank you for checking me out and enjoy! <3

Thinking about how Roger would be perfect with a quiet MC. You always had a quiet voice growing up shy in your childhood but as your anxiety developed you silenced your voice even more. Anxious about others hating you and uncaring of what you had to say, you muted your voice and insulated your thoughts to protect yourself; never speaking up so others couldn’t hate you for the words you wish you could say. The few times you did speak out of obligation, your voice was squeaky and unrefined, vocal cords unused out of fear. Occasionally, some thoughts escaped your head in quiet whispers not meant to be heard by anyone — you remained unaffected because no one could decipher your words so this was never an issue… that is, until you joined Crown.

After negotiating for your life in exchange for a brief tenure as “Fairytale Keeper” for Crown, your even more reserved nature diminished into itself even further. Before you learned everyone’s abilities, you were sent on a mission with Elbie, Alfons, and Roger (the Snow White gang) to investigate a human trafficking ring under the guise of a shipping company. The three of you needed to act as Elbie’s entourage to inquire on the business. The man you met made some unsavoury comments on the higher “value” that certain women had and you couldn’t help the curses under your breath, “Death is too merciful for men like you, you deserve only to rot in hell.” Roger couldn’t help the startled chuckle at this comment. You’ve been shy, muted, and unreadable so Roger was charmed he could finally hear your thoughts. Of course, you were even more startled that he could hear what you said so your face was hot with shame. Roger wouldn’t hear any of your embarrassed apologies and instead leaned in to whisper (much to the jealousy of Elbie and Alfons) that no matter how hard you try to suppress your voice, he will always hear what you have to say. 

Roger could confess that he selfishly liked being the only one to hear your voice sometimes. Although he knew it was better in the long-run for you to gain more confidence and finally speak your mind, it thrilled him that his Curse gave him way more of your personality than the other guys could even hope for. And he was certainly no Elbie but his own greed won him over whenever someone like Liam would have to beg and beg just to hear a word from you yet he had unlimited access to your voice all the time. Of course, he did help you slowly gain more confidence and grow more comfortable with the guys by either interpreting and repeating your words or shutting the guys up whenever you had something to say so they could all hear. A particular act you noticed was that he could tell during missions that you often shrunk into yourself so as not to hinder the operation; whenever they were stuck and you had an idea, Roger would tune into any word that left your lips (more so than usual at least) and repeat it out loud while crediting you. 

Roger’s consideration, while coming from a place of fondness, doesn’t go without payment. He tends to take credit as the first man among Crown to truly get close to you, which he uses as his justification for whenever he wants to be affectionate, teasing, or protective. After particularly difficult missions, he and Alfons (sometimes Jude as well) will take you out to drink where they hope you’ll indulge them more of yourself without so much of your anxiety holding you back. Whenever your lips began to loosen, Alfons would use the excuse of “not hearing you well enough Miss MC” to slither next to you and intimately wrap his arm around your shoulder. Roger would always block him and claim the seat next to yours as it’s “his right” as your first man (Rio?). Another you-privilege Roger indulges in is holding an entirely private conversation with you in front of the others. Guys like Liam and Elbie will whine (one more elegantly than the other) over sitting close with you so they can get just a tiny glimpse of the you that you hide, but Roger can sit on the opposite end of the room and just converse normally. Additionally, with how quieter you tend to be compared to the others, Roger is always a little worried over how you’re doing throughout the day; he strives his listening abilities to hear your small footsteps throughout the castle, the rustle of your skirt when you move around your room, and his favourite: when you sing a little song under your breath when you think no one’s listening. He’s a little protective of you, so he gladly listens in on you whenever he can (and he’s glad he’s the one who can do that). So yes, unfortunately his ears are always “on” for you. With Roger you never have to worry about repeating what you say over and over, or speaking up because the other person can’t hear you, or even just holding back. He greedily consumes every sound coming from your lips, so it’s immensely comforting you finally have a faithful listener to the repressed yapper in you. 

In short, Roger would be a dream to have around girls who tend to be shyer and have quiet voices. He’s always there to listen, tease, protect, and be with you. And don’t worry, he adores you and your quiet presence because the possessive and greedy man in him gets to be the only one for you in this way. 

Bonus: It’s not explicitly stated but I feel that out of the other guys, Elbie also tends to have a quieter voice. He has such a soft tone that grows even gentler with you because he finds you so precious and as something to protect the first time he hears your voice. He understands the struggle of having a quieter voice but never had to feel silenced/overlooked because of his enormous aura or have to repeat what he said because everyone was already paying such rapt attention to him. In a way, he feels possessively protective of you (does that make sense?) because he’s the only other one to know your struggles but simultaneously doesn’t experience the hardships from it. So he takes on the pleasant burden (don’t worry he loves it) of being your voice whenever you don’t want to speak. After noticing (and admittedly growing jealous of) how Roger has an intimate bond with you, he’ll trail very close to you so he never misses what you say. You catch him just full on watching you sometimes, paying such close attention to your lips and whenever they move that you’re always warm in the face because of it. So if you’re a shy and quiet girl, it’s almost a 2-for-1 deal that you get two handsome guys hanging on to your every word! 

[sylacris]

— chrysanthemums.

elbert greetia x gn! reader

content: sfw ; angst ; character study ; mild(?) spoilers for william’s route ; victorian flower language ; self indulgent (screw plot)

(partially) inspired by: tonight you belong to me by patience and prudence

word count: ~754

a/n: first ikevil fic, trying to wrap my head around the characters …

Of course Elbert knows you belong to Will.

After all, you were the most beautiful when you're with him. He's seen the image many times throughout your stay in the castle. The way you light up when William enters the room, the lift in your voice when speaking to him, the love in your eyes when William is reflected on it.

The way that William is the reason for your beauty.

If the gods pried into his brain and search for the question he's asked the most—the question thought to himself in fitful nights of longing and early morning blues, something that even Elbert feels guilty of admitting through words— it would be:

Why?

Why you? Why William? Why not him-

That was the thing he has been trying to find the answer for ever since his own eyes landed on you that night. A robin caught in a gathering of villains, like a single white rose in a bush of red. He had almost wanted to pluck you and keep you to himself. Until William’s voice chimed in, recognizing you, and you, who shared the same sentiment.

A month passed by in a blur, it was easy for Elbert to get lost in time. But he would always remember the determination in your eyes in that meeting regarding the papers detailing the “crimes” of William Rex. Your eyes shone with a beauty brought out by the King himself.

You'd almost caught him marvelling at the sight of you.

He wanted to help, one way or another. However, the Crown could not move under the name of the Queen, or in large groups due to the risks in secrecy, so he asked Alfons to act in his stead.

“Your ability is suitable for infiltrating the enemy headquarters… May I trouble you to go with them?”

In the end, he's aware of why it was William you chose. It was a fact that he knew deep down in his heart, something he'd rarely acknowledge and yet will resurface everytime his mind wanders to the thought of you.

William Rex is everything that Elbert Greetia isn't.

And in that very fact alone lies Elbert’s own tragedy. One that'll slowly eat him up from the inside until there's nothing left but the remains of a monomanic yearning.

Not every beautiful thing could be his, Alfons would poke in the playful manner that he usually dons. But perhaps his words do hold weight in this situation.

It's alright, he can settle for watching from afar.

(No he can't. His curse could never allow it. He wants, he wants, he wants... And that was how his destiny wrote itself in tragedy.)

Elbert knows of the fact that he's awful at suppressing his tendencies. Hands that can't be kept to himself, always wandering to something he'd desire, it was usually a question of when he'll have it- rarely a question of if, up until now at least.

Those same hands that desired more, now held yours in a slow waltz.

"Al informed me that William went out on a mission... I was… quite surprised to find out that you did not come along with him."

"It's because it's quite late, and William insisted that I stay behind tonight."

step, step, step.

A dance across the garden, that was his invitation. Indulging in the opportunity that arose in William's absence. It was Elbert’s own way of satiating his want.

(though it will never be enough)

Some part of him feared that by interacting with you like this, he'd yet again desire for more. More than a longing stare across the dining table, more than a dance in the garden, more than just his hand in yours.

“How about you, Lord Elbert? You seem troubled these days.”

“...Ah, how so?”

And just as both of you reached the middle of the pavilion, you let go. The coldness setting on his hands faster than he'd like in the absence of your warmth.

And in the next breath, you'd take your leave- greeting the wistful earl a goodnight. Heels clicking as you step out of the pavilion and into the moonlight, until you were nothing but a distant figure, one he did not take his eyes off until you'd reach the confines of the castle, your silhouette disappearing from his sight

And once again, he stood alone in the garden pavilion.

The yellow chrysanthemums looked bitter under the moonlight, and he knows that those same flowers would never bloom in an azure hue.

© sylacris. 2024 —

[not-a-lady-irl]

Valentine's Day - Jude Jazza

Pairing: Jude Jazza x f!reader Summary: Valentine's Day has arrived, and you still haven't found the perfect gift for your love. While you dedicated your entire day to finding something, you were surprised to discover what he truly wanted. Warnings: fluff, angst (a little i think), terrible writing - English isn't my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. Author's Note: My vacation is over, and consequently, so is the writing break. So, I decided to get back to writing with a character I love. I sincerely hope you like it. Words: ~2.7K

The wind that came out of your bedroom window caressed your face as a gentle invitation to wake up. When you opened your eyes, the light from outside invaded your vision, and you had to close your eyes for a moment until you got used to the brightness, putting your hand in front of you to help.

— What time is it...? —The weak voice is making an effort to come out.

While you were still waking up, you, unfortunately, noticed an empty place next to your bed, which instantly caused you some sadness when you realized that you overslept to the point that you hadn't even given your boyfriend a goodbye kiss.

You sigh. Finally getting up and walking towards the bathroom to wash away the remnants of sleepiness still in you. “I definitely overslept,” you say to yourself. I was hoping to go downstairs and still be able to catch the end of breakfast if they were kind enough to remember to leave some of the sweets that Victor cooks.

As you splash the cold water on your face, you wonder what day it was. For some reason you felt like you were special, but you couldn't remember which one in particular. Upon leaving the bathroom and entering the bedroom again, you look around, looking for the calendar that was always on the headboard next to some jewelry that you wore every day. As he takes the calendar in his hands and situates himself, his eyes widen.

— IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY!

You let out a scream as you stand up and quickly head to your shared closet, putting on the first dress you found and quickly heading downstairs, without having adjusted your bed hair.

Arriving in the dining room, you feel a little relieved when you realize that there were still some sweets and breads available for you; however, you don't have the luxury of having the time to sit down and enjoy your breakfast, just grabbing a loaf of bread. with one hand and a slice of pie in the other and walking quickly towards the door.

However, as you exit the main door of the castle, you bump into Ellis, who for some reason was standing next to the entrance door.

— Ellis?— You ask, clearly confused by the presence of the man in front of you—What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be working at Raven at this time?

Ellis also seems surprised for a moment to see you but quickly corrects his posture.

— Jude gave me the day off today. — He replied with a slight smile.

—Oh!— Surprise takes over you—It's not common for Jude to give days off to his employees, especially you...— The last sentence came out almost like a whisper.

Ellis just intensified his smile a little.

— Well... maybe today he's in a good mood...

You stare at Ellis as you take a bite of each of the foods in your hands, trying to figure out if there was any interest behind it on the part of the duo or if it was in fact something genuine. Anyway, you just respond with a "Have a nice day then" and walk off towards the city center.

As you browsed the stores, you wondered what your boyfriend would like as a gift. You know it's customary to give chocolates, but deep down something inside you said that chocolate alone wasn't enough; you needed something more. Something special. Perhaps memorable. You already had a conversation with Jude about these holidays, asking him what he thought and what he would like to receive, but all you got in response was "I hate these holidays."

Since then, you never commented on them again, but for some reason, you felt like you needed to make an effort to make him love these dates, especially the ones that you two should celebrate together! It was your obligation as a girlfriend!

Looking around, you start to put together your action plan to see the best gifts, what people were taking, and which stores were busiest. In the distance, you notice a large number of people carrying clothes, leaving a specific large and flashy store, with decorations and clothing models displayed outside to attract people's attention. It was perfect; you would try to look for a gift for him there.

When entering the store, you are faced with a huge number of different options, models, and clothing. From suits to more casual clothes, even pajamas could be found in this store. In fact, it offered everything a clothing store could offer.

— Hello, young lady! What can I help you with on this special day? — A robust man with tidy hair and a mustache and elegant clothes approached you when he realized you were alone. — Looking for a gift for your special someone? Do you want to surprise your love with the best clothes in London? Then you've come to the right place! Here we have everything and more to offer you! — He finishes with a smile, making you let out a light laugh at the lively advertisement.

— Yes, I'm looking for something to give to my boyfriend. — You respond by looking around, looking for valid gift options.

— I'm here to help you, miss! What does he like to wear?

The question made you think deeply about what Jude actually liked to wear. He always wore his cape and his blouse and pants set that you never particularly saw him change. "Maybe he just likes that outfit," you think, unconsciously giving rise to a slight insecurity because you don't know exactly what your boyfriend likes to wear.

- Miss? — The man catches your attention when he notices your sudden silence when faced with his question. — Would you like me to give you some options? It's normal for us not to know what to give on these dates! — He tries to encourage you.

— Well... do you have any sets of blouses and pants? — You ask shyly.

— Of course! This way, please!

The man guides you to a corner of the store where you are faced with an immensity of blouses of all sizes and colors and pants of all types.

— Feel free to observe as much as you want, and when you think you've found something, just call me! — And so, the man continues his way towards the new crowd of young people entering the store.

You go through row by row as you pick out a few outfits and try to figure out what would look good on Jude and what wouldn't. "Would he really wear it?" was one of the many thoughts that invaded his mind when looking at the clothes. Ultimately, none of the clothes actually pleased you enough for you to consider wearing them in the end, and you found yourself standing still, upset that you hadn't found something nice right away. In the end, you decide to leave the store and try something else, mingling with other people to avoid being called again by the man who helped you at the beginning, mentally thanking him for the care and attention offered.

Leaving the store, you look around again, looking for other options that might be great for Jude. As you watched, you noticed a shadow that had been following you for a while; it had even entered the store with you and was now leaning against the shadow on the side of the clothing store. Was it someone with bad intentions chasing you? Or was it just in your head? Not having the courage to confront the guy straight away, you decide to walk towards a candy store, which was also equally full as the previous one you entered, with the aim of confronting the suspicious man and looking for a gift.

Entering the store, you quickly blend into the crowd of people who were standing around chatting in front of a special collection of gifts featuring various types of chocolates.

Watching the door, you wait patiently for the suspicious man to enter and then confront him, especially because nothing would happen to you if there were a large number of people around.

Just as you expected, the man entered and stood at the door looking around, probably looking for you. As you got closer, your breathing became more intense, and your nervousness increased even more. Seeking to get it over with quickly, you suddenly appear in front of the stranger and take off the disguise of sunglasses and the scarf around your lips and neck.

And what you saw surprised you.

— Ellis?!?! — A small scream leaves your lips as you stare at the man with black hair and purple eyes looking at you as scared as you are. — What are you doing here?? — You whisper close enough for him to hear.

He gives you a sad smile.

— Jude asked me not to tell…

— But now that the disguise is over, you no longer need to hide—anxiety attacking once again—what did he ask you not to tell?

Ellis looks away from yours and reluctantly opens his mouth to speak.

— Jude asked me to follow you today… to prevent you from doing something wrong… — He forms an embarrassed smile—he feels guilty for having to work today and abandoning you almost all day—he looks at you at the end, waiting for his response to the unprecedented information he just said.

Was Jude worried about you? For leaving you alone today? It could only really be a dream. You clearly remember him saying he hated those days.

You let out a sigh.

— So in the end he didn't cut you any slack, right? — You give Ellis his glasses and scarf back.

He just responds with a nod, making you roll your eyes.

— Okay, I'll pretend none of this happened if you help me choose a gift for him.

Ellis looks at you confused.

—But you're with him all the time... I don't know if I could help with anything... I can try if you want. — He smiled and walked towards a shelf full of beautiful chocolate wrappers. — You can try something with these chocolates; I think he'll like it.

Approaching the chocolates, you take some in your hand and observe the flavors each of them has, wondering if Jude likes those flavors or not.

—I don't think he would like these... In fact, I don't know exactly if he likes chocolate; he is a very healthy person, which makes me question whether he would eat it or not. — Finally, you return the chocolates to their place and look at Ellis, who had a smile on his face. — I feel like he would like it a lot more if I were the one making the chocolates…

- Perhaps. — That's all Ellis answers your question.

— Okay, let's get out of here and go to one last store... my last hope.

Continuing your way, you and Ellis leave the chocolate store and head towards an antiques and rare jewelry store that, as soon as you enter the establishment, you already realize why it is practically empty: the absurdly high prices.

— I didn't know jewelry was so expensive. — You comment as you pick up a pair of bracelets with an incredible purple heart-shaped stone shining in the center.

— It depends on the type of jewelry; maybe you can find something good here. — He says as he walks away to the other side of the store.

The salesman looked bored; he was sitting reading the daily newspaper at the checkout counter. You question whether you should ask for his help or not, fighting the urge to look for a gift yourself; however, the day was almost turning into night, and you didn't want to return to the castle empty-handed. Taking a deep breath and taking courage, you decide to ask the store owner for help.

- Hello, good afternoon! I would like to know if you have any jewelry... well… specials? — You give an embarrassing smile.

The man looked up from the newspaper at her eyes; it seemed like he was examining her slowly and deeply.

— You don't need my help; you already know what to give him as a gift. — He responds disinterestedly, returning his gaze to the newspaper.

You blink your eyes a few times, trying to understand what he meant by that.

— Ah… like, what do you mean?

He looks at you again.

— 50 pounds, if I'm going to take both, I'll do it for 30 pounds just out of pity for you. No more or less. We don't accept bargains either.

And the man looks at the newspaper again.

You feel like a complete idiot without understanding exactly what that man was saying, trying to think of some way not to get angry.

— I'm sorry sir… but I really didn't understand-

— The bracelets on your hand, that's what I'm talking about. — He finally looks at you without returning to the newspaper.

You look at the bracelets on your hand, not realizing that you've been holding them this entire time, since the moment you entered the store.

—Ah yes, but… I don't know if-

—Listen, miss. This store has a myth that the first item you touch is the one you should take, whether for any event or type of person. — He looks at the bracelets—I saw you entering the store and almost immediately touching the bracelets; they caught your attention and probably match the person who is going to be gifted. He says finally, looking back at you. — So… Are you going to take it or not?

Analyzing the words spoken by the man, you realize that in fact, unconsciously, since your gaze met the bracelets, you picked them up and never let go again while looking around the store, and in fact, the color of the stones matched Jude. Maybe you've finally found the perfect gift for him.

With a smile on your face, you hand the bracelets to the seller.

— That's right, I'll take them! Thanks!

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Back at the castle, with the package delicately wrapped with the bracelets, Ellis enters, and you decide to wait for his return in the gardens. The wind caressed your face again; this time it seemed like it was comforting you, telling you that everything was going to be okay and that you did a great job. Letting out a sigh, you lie down on the green grass and stare at the starry sky above you, letting all the fond memories of you and Jude take over. In the end, perhaps what really mattered would be the fact that you loved him and so did he, and that was enough. As you wandered through your thoughts, you heard footsteps approaching where you were. Recognizing those steps perfectly, you quickly stand up and face the man in front of you.

Jude.

The man you love more than your own life.

— Jude! You-

— Ellis told me about your day. Can't say I ain't surprised, princess. — He approaches you and lifts your chin with his finger. — All this work to give me a gift, seriously, ya don't have much intelligence inside that head of yours.

His lips form an affectionate smile.

— Maybe, but despite everything… I brought you a gift… I hope you like it… — You hand the delicate package with the bracelets to Jude, who takes it with a surprised expression.

— Ellis didn't tell me that ya had actually bought a gift.

— This time he and I made an agreement where he wouldn't count the part where I actually buy a gift. — You smile.

Jude returns the smile.

— Huh? Looks like someone is goin' to spend the rest of the year workin' through the weekends.

Jude opens the gift and looks at the bracelets that shine even brighter at night. From his expression, you thought he didn't like it and automatically regretted giving him the gift.

— I'll understand if you didn't like it... it's actually something very simple and—

— Ya talk too much.

Without hesitation, Jude takes one of the bracelets and puts it on her arm. Then pull yours to put on the bracelet too.

— You really liked it…

He lets out a sigh.

— I thought ya already knew that anythin' ya do I like.

You let out a small laugh.

— The only thing I didn't know was that you had been sad to leave me alone during Valentine's Day; I thought you didn't like that day. — You hold his hand. — So that means that in the end you love Valentine's Day, right?

He just stares at you with a gentle smile.

— No, y/n, I only love you.

[omkookie]

So beautiful.

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Oral (F!Receiving)

He wants you.

He wants you.

He wants you.

He wants to stay by your side, and he wants you to smile at him instead of Will.

You were so dazzling, beautiful, breathtaking…Kind. So, So, So soft to touch. He can't take his eyes off of you for even a moment, and he can't keep his hands to himself either. You're finally in his arms, in his bed.

He squeezes your soft curves, the plush skin of your thighs, your hips. You're driving him insane. How crazy could his obsession get? He drops multiple kisses down your stomach, and his lips trail to your thighs. He wants to be the one who makes you smile instead of Will. Yet, he also feels the need to lock you in his room and keep your beauty all for himself… That would surely trample over your happiness and kind smile though.

"Elbert…" The way you whisper is so angelic, and he kisses your abdomen before he sucks on your clit, making your legs tremble. He runs his tongue through your pussy's folds to part them. His tongue teases you mercilessly, and you grip his hair to hold him in place as you grind against his face to get off. Elbert is greedy, wanting more, more and more of you. He doesn't complain, and quietly moans when your pussy grinds against his face. Even if he was having some trouble breathing, He was far too aroused to care. His mind is hazy with lust, and all he cares about is you getting off on his face. He grips your hips and applies even more pressure on your clit, using his tongue.

Finally feeling like you're going to cum, your thighs quiver one last time before you feel your body slowly limp in ecstasy. Your breathing remains erratic as a warm feeling spreads throughout your body, and you feel genuine bliss while Elbert pulls away from you to breathe. He pants as he watches you, and you bite your lip, trying to keep your droopy eyes open.

"So beautiful." He murmurs, making you blush.

[midnightcrw]

The only thing that keeps me going at the moment is Otome games.

Really, it's the only thing I can get excited about.

By the way, if you all want to play Otome games, just download Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Villains, or Ikemen Sengoku (or just all of them). They're so fucking good and I'm obsessed with them to this day, having tried out every single route because the storylines are just that good.

Especially Chevalier Michel and Mitsuhide Akechi, I just love their routes so much.

I also hope that Jude's route will come out as soon as possible because I already love him.

I'm also waiting for my Candy Love New Gen to be released because I've been waiting for that game for the longest time.

And I know I haven't written anything lately, but that's because my final exams are coming up soon and I feel extremely drained because even when I try to relax, I just can't be at ease, but I'll try my best to write the next part of the Alastor ff and hopefully I'll be able to come up with another one-shot for Ghost.

[fairylibe]

Trick or treat ….. Jude Jazza fairy please ✨

full moon encounters.

431 words. halloween event. au. features: fairy! jude jazza × gn! reader.

꒰ summary ꒱ they say the full moon can tamper with one’s sense of direction. in which case, only the mysterious, curious spirits may accompany you to the end.

the moon appeared larger than usual tonight, and around you were trees, and before you a winding path.

i could have sworn i was going straight, but this path zig zags?

your heart was beating out of your chest, the anxiety from being lost starting to make it hard to breathe. it was only your eye caught an amethyst glow in your periphery that your anxiety turned into rapture. your hand reached out to touch that orb-like light, relishing its slightly cool sensation as it faded to nothingness.

“didn’t anyone teach ya not to wander in places ya don’t know when the moon’s full?”

you turned at the voice, finding a silver-haired man. notably, he had wings, illuminated by the bewitching moonlight. fairies with mysterious powers were rumored to reside in forests, away from humans — he must be one.

“hah, what’s with that look? the road ain’t gettin’ any straighter with ya dozin’ off like some twit.”

“i could do without the twit…” you muttered.

“yeah?” his grin only widened. “well, seein’ as yer lost n’ cowerin’ round here, i see no bigger one than ya.” his voice was a bit teasing, maybe sadistic even.

he walked past you and ahead of you, not bothering to turn back. “wh—are you just going to leave me here?!” you shout, chasing after his distancing back.

“if yer gonna cause trouble, then don’t bother.”

so… does that mean i can, if i don’t cause trouble…?

at first, you took smaller steps, testing if he’d barrage you with more insults, but gradually, you found your steps growing more steady. being around him even started to feel safe. he didn’t talk to you, but he walked with smaller steps over time, as though making sure to pace himself so you wouldn’t lose him.

this continued to the end of the path, where he finally spoke: “oi.”

“hm?”

when you turned to him, you were met with a small pain on your forehead. it took you a moment to realize he flicked it. “ow…!”

“that’s yer punishment.” there was that grin again. “don’t go wanderin’ places ya don’t know, ya twit.”

that was the last thing you heard him say. your vision was blurry as sleepiness wrapped you in its gentle embrace, so you didn’t know what expression he was wearing, or how those amethyst eyes shone…

but his voice was a tad softer than it had been. that, you were sure of.

after all, for how mean he was to you on the way out of that forest, you would loathe to miss such a thing.

fin.

꒰ tag list . ꒱ @drachonia @weepinglycoris @velisle @candiedcoffeedrops @.comment to be added or removed!

꒰ dedication . ꒱ @judesmoonbeauty | til 10 , 31 , 24! send me “ trick ” or “ treat ” and an ikévil character for a drabble! 🎃

[archetype-earth]

Elbert, who gets upset and whines loudly when you have to take it out of him. He's already been riding you for hours, the light behind the curtains fading, making your now shared room even darker than before. His ass must be spent from you pounding it relentlessly, but nothing seems to stop him. His long, smooth legs shake with pleasure. He can't help but have his tongue hang out of his mouth. His chest, littered with hickeys and lovebites, rise and fall rapidly. And still, greedy as always, Elbert cannot help himself but bounce on your dick/strap over and over again. You're certain the other residents know exactly what's going on behind closed doors, but neither of you let that stop you. Even if you're spent and sucked dry, Elbie takes all of you. If you try to stop him so you can take a break, he will pout and have tears pooling in his eyes. Why would he want to be separate from you? He finally feels like you're close to being one, so why stop now? He is not only a queen, but your queen, so in the end, you cannot help but indulge him.

[natimiles]

Your beloved Jude (Jude x reader)

Summary: He knows you don’t want to celebrate your birthday. So Jude gives you something no one else can: his time and his love.

Words: 479

Tags: taking a bath together, but still sfw; swearing; soft Jude. 

Notes: @/judejazza Happy Birthday, Mrs. Jazza! I hope you have a lovely day with Mr. Jazza! He might be a little OOC, but it’s your birthday and you deserve boyfriend!Jude as a gift 🤍

He knows you don’t want to celebrate your birthday. Jude didn’t start dating you last week; you guys have been together for almost a year, and he already knows you like the palm of his hand by now. So instead of a big party at Crown, a fancy birthday cake, or an expensive gift, Jude gives you something no one else can: his time and his love.

It was a shock when he told you that morning what he planned to do, and your cookie almost fell from your mouth. However, after a few curses from him, you realized it wasn’t a dream; it was really your boyfriend in front of you, proposing to pamper you the whole afternoon.

That’s how you end up in his bathtub, with Jude sitting behind you while he silently washes your hair.

His long fingers comb your strands in such a kind way, careful not to pull any knots and hurt you, that anyone would doubt this is The Jude Jazza. His pads gently massage your scalp, his nails sometimes scratch you, but not in a hurtful way — rather, in a relaxing one.

The love with which he touches you may seem weird to anyone outside your relationship. However, you know Jude very well, and you know he can be the best and most loving boyfriend when it’s just the two of you. Not romantic, no; you probably would never hear him professing his love at the top of his lungs or saying those corny things people say in books. But he’ll take care of you and make sure you’re good and satisfied — just as you do for him.

He twirls your hair and puts it in a bun atop your head, and his touch moves down to your shoulders. His warm hands squeeze and work on the knots there. His rough palms slide down your lower back, making you melt into his hands and almost become one with the water.

You close your eyes, and your head falls forward as he applies the perfect amount of pressure, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips.

“Oi, don’t fall asleep here, princess,” he speaks low and close to your ear, but in the silence, his voice resonates throughout the bathroom. It’d be intimidating if you didn’t know that’s not what he meant.

“I won’t,” you sigh again, lifting your head and looking at him over your shoulder. “But it’s really nice.”

“Of course it’s nice. Who do you think is giving you this fucking massage?”

You chuckle at his response, your body shaking lightly. “My beloved Jude.”

“Ha, that’s right.” He kisses your shoulder blades, and you can feel the smug smirk on his lips against your skin. “Happy birthday, princess,” he murmurs against you.

“Thank you,” you smile.

And he gives you a sweet kiss — the first of many more that come right after.

Masterlists

[cherryxblossxms]

Ikemen Villains Masterlist

🔞 Warning: all things listed below are 18+ 🔞

This is my NSFW masterlist for all things Ikemen Villains. If anything is missing or a link is broken, please let me know!

Gender is indicated beside each link, and list of warnings (if applicable) will be on the post itself. If any links are broken, please let me know and I will update it. If there is no link, it is a WIP to be posted at a later date.

Last updated: 01/01/2025

Victor

Ellis Twilight

Wall sex with Ellis (afab reader)

Dividers by @/cafekitsune