#elbert greetia

[cosmowgyral]

Villain's Festival 2025

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

⊹▸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

Due to a certain incident, the battle to decide the strongest man began.

First, William tried to calmly observe the initial movements of the 11 people, excluding himself---.

Ring: I’ll be taking you on as my opponent!

With a fierce cry, Ring’s long sword swung through the air, aiming straight at William.

William: A lively dog like you keeping me company might actually be fun.

William retreated with graceful, dance-like steps, effortlessly evading the tip of Ring’s sword.

Immediately after, Jude’s powerful slash came sweeping in from the side.

William: Oh my…I’m quite popular today, aren’t I?

Jude: Better knock off the strongest piece first, saves me a right bother later. Go on ‘n drop dead already!

With a slight twist of his wrist, William smoothly shifted the angle of his sword, deflecting Jude’s powerful strike.

Jude: Tch..! How’d’ya bloody spot that comin’ from yer blind side?!

William: Jude, I don’t mind you focusing on me…but, you’d better protect yourself first.

Jude: Hah?

Jude instinctively turned around, and saw a dark figure charging straight toward him.

Jude: Shit…..!

Jude used the weight of his raised sword to twist his body, narrowly dodging the attack.

But he couldn’t avoid it completely.

His shirt was torn, leaving a shallow cut across his skin.

Ellis: ….You managed to dodge it.

That’s right, the one who attacked Jude was none other than his loyal confidant—Ellis, who usually stood by his side.

Ellis swiftly repositioned his black knife, aiming precisely for Jude’s throat.

Ellis’ movements were rapid, delivering a strike that would normally be impossible to evade, but---

Having known Ellis for so long, Jude anticipated his aim and guarded his throat in advance.

Ellis’ black knife clashed against Jude’s sword, sending sparks flying.

Jude: Oy, is that any way to come at me first!?

Ellis: If you are left standing later, it’ll just make things harder for the both of us, won’t it?

Ellis: That’s why, I thought it would be easier to take you down first, Jude.

Jude: Yer way o' lookin’ out fer others is downright messed up, innit?

While Jude was distracted by Ellis, Ring once again charged at William.

Ring: You’ve got time to give advice to others? You’re very sure of yourself, William Rex!

The powerful sweep unleashed from Ring’s well-trained body sliced through the air with a sharp, whistling sound.

William: …gh

William caught the strike head-on, his expression shifting ever so slightly.

Ring: Looks like that one actually got you.

William: …Yeah, seems like you're right. This isn’t the time to be worrying about others.

William repositions his sword and readies himself once more.

Just from his stance alone, Ring sensed the aura of a strong man and was taken aback for a brief moment.

William was not the type to let that opportunity pass.

William: ….You’ve still got a lot to learn.

Amidst a bloody battle, William’s finely honed strike came straight at Ring.

…However, it was stopped midway.

The one who blocked William’s blow was---.

Ring: …Wha-?! The greedy noble?!

Elbert: Greedy noble? Are you…talking about me?

William: It’s not often that Elbert steps in like this.

Elbert: Yeah…I’m surprised too.

Elbert: It seems like I want to become the strongest man more than I realized.

Elbert: That’s why….while things are in chaos, I’d like to take down the strongest first.

William: I see…being this popular is really a hassle.

Deflecting the sword once more, William and Elbert stepped back to create distance.

Ring: Ah…well, thanks for helping me, Elbe—rt, gh?!

Elbert’s sword, which had been aimed at William, shifted direction in an instant…

Tracing a mesmerizingly beautiful trajectory, it was about to slice through Ring’s body, but he evades it with the reflexes of a beast.

Ring: Wh-whoa, that startled me! Didn’t you just save me a moment ago..?

Elbert: Sorry, but I want to become the strongest. So if I think I can defeat you…I will.

Elbert: I only stopped you both earlier to create an opening to attack Will…that’s all.

The moment Elbert directed his killing intent at Ring, his eyes lit up brightly.

Ring: Understood! Thank you!

Elbert: …? I didn’t say anything to deserve thanks..

William: I guess he’s happy to be recognized as a worthy opponent.

Despite being in the midst of a battle, a strangely calm atmosphere flowed between the three of them.

Ellis: Could it be that Ring is… happy right now?

I wonder how long had he been there. Ellis, who had stopped his attack on Jude midway, was now standing directly in front of Ring.

William and Elbert, realizing the true meaning behind Ellis’ question, froze in shock.

Ring: Yeah, I always thought I was too weak and would just get in everyone’s way.

Ring: I’m happy now..because I’ve finally been acknowledged as a worthy opponent.

Ellis: Okay then….I’ll make this moment of yours last forever.

Ring: Hm…? …..gh!?

Ring leaned back just in time to dodge the swift thrust coming straight at him.

Ellis: Don’t move.

Ring: If I don’t move, won’t I just die?

Jude: Ellis is right, ain’t no need to move a muscle.

As Ellis’ slashes came one after another, Jude’s footwork slipped in between, throwing Ring off balance.

---The battle to determine the strongest man has only just begun.

[Masterlist] [Chapter 2]

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The moment Ellis came in and asked if Ring was happy, I was like "oh no". 🤣

[bontu-the-l0ver]

Elbert you horny ass bitch. You're worst than Alfons

[theimaginativelyreticent]

I got him 😍. You're next Victor ~~~

I don't understand the story included in this card/photo but well, I still got to admire Jude here 😳😍😍

So my ranking jumped from 5000 to 1000+ which happened for the first time since I played JP serv. Haha. I don't understand a thing and I almost mistaken the 3x lucky time for 'escort' as 'story' 😱 (Good thing, I, at least recognized Katakana.) . It turns out, there won't be a 3x lucky time for 'story' 😑. I almost back out from participating but... Well, I just wanna support Elbie dear (Jude will definitely be no.1 again so I won't be competing on his ranking).

[judesmoonbeauty]

Villain's Festival 2025: The Strongest Villain Showdown: Episode 1

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Because of a certain incident, a battle to determine the strongest man began.

At the beggining, William serenly surveyed the initial movements of the eleven others, but -

Ring: I’ll take you on!

With a powerful voice, Ring’s sword swung to strike at William.

William: It’s worth having an energetic dog to play with me.

William pulls away with light dance-like steps, avoiding the tip of Ring’s sword.

Immediately afterwards, a large slash from Jude came from the side.

William: Goodness….Aren’t I popular today?

Jude: If we don't bump off the stronger pieces first, it'll just be a hassle later on. So, just hurry up ‘n die!

William simply twisted one hand slightly to change the angle of his sword, and parried Jude's blow.

Jude: Tch...! How can ya see an attack from yer blind spot!?

William: Jude, I don’t care if you focus on me, but….Perhaps you should protect yourself first.

Jude: Hah?

Jude quickly turned around and saw a black shadow coming straight at him.

Jude: Shit….!

Jude used the weight of the sword he was holding to twist his body, and narrowly avoided the attack.

Well, it couldn’t be completely avoided.

His shirt was torn and a shallow graze trailed across his skin.

Ellis: …..You dodged it.

That’s right. Jude was attacked by Ellis, his ever-protective confidant.

Again, Ellis readied his black black and aimed it precisely at Jude's throat.

Ellis’ movements were swift and agile, and it would normally have been an unavoidable blow —

But having known Ellis for a long time, Jude anticipated his aim and protected his throat.

When Ellis’ black knife and Jude’s sword clash, sparks are sent flying.

Jude: Why’re ya comin’ at me first!

Ellis: If you’re is still around later, it'll be difficult for both of us, right Jude?

Ellis: So…I thought I’d just take you out first.

Jude: You’ve lost all yer sense o’ consideration...!

While Jude is distracted with Ellis, Ring slashes at William again.

Ring: Do you have time to be giving advice to others, William Rex!?

The powerful sweep of Ring's well-trained body roared through the air.

William: …..

William’s expression changed slightly as he met the blow head on.

Ring: That seems to work.

William: ….Indeed. As you said, this isn't the time to be worrying about others.

William then readjusts his sword.

Sensing the strength of his personality’s aura, Ring flinched slightly for a moment.

William isn’t one to let an opportunity pass.

William: …..Still inexperienced.

Amidst the bloody battle, William's well-aimed blow swings at Ring.

...But it was blocked en route.

The one who intercepted the strike was —

Ring:….[Gasp], The greedy nobleman?!

Elbert: Greedy nobleman? Are you…..referring to me?

William: How rare for you to cut in, Elbert.

Elbert: Yes….I’m surprised as well….

Elbert: …..It seems I want to be the strongest man more than I thought.

Elbert: So……While the place is in chaos, I want to defeat strong contenders like you, Will.

William: I see….I’m so popular that it’s a bit troubling.

Deflecting the sword, William and Elbert put distance between themselves.

Ring: Uh….Well, thanks for helping me, Elb-?!

Elbert's blade, which was originally aimed at William, instantly changed direction…….

It was about to cut into Ring, etching a mesmerizing trajectory.

However, Ring avoids it with beastly speed.

Ring: Wh-Whoa! Didn’t you help me just now…?!

Elbert: Sorry, but I want to be the strongest……So, if I can defeat you, I will.

Elbert: The reason I stopped him earlier, was to create an opportunity for you to attack Will…..

The moment Elbert aimed his murderous intent at him, Ring’s eyes lit up.

Ring: Okay! Thanks!

Elbert: ……….? I didn’t say anything to deserve thanks, though…..?

William: It seems he’s happy to be recognized as a full-fledged adversary.

At that moment, despite being in the middle of a battle, an oddly peaceful atmosphere flowed between the three of them.

Ellis: Ring, do you happen to be happy right now….?

When did he get there? Ellis stopped his attack on Jude midway and stood in front of Ring.

William and Elbert gasp as they recognize the “true meaning” to Ellis’ question.

Ring: Yeah. I’m weak, so I thought I’d get in everyone else’s way, but….

Ring: I’m happy because I’ve been recognized as a worthy opponent.

Ellis: Well then….I’ll make this moment last an eternity.

Ring: Nn…? Damn it….?!

Ring avoided the swift thrust from the front by swerving his upper body.

Ellis: Don’t move.

Ring: If don’t move, then I’ll die…?

Jude: Like Ellis says, don’t move.

Between the slashes that Ellis unleashes, Jude’s footwork starts to throw Ring’s stance off balance.

The battle to determine the strongest man has only just begun…..

[Event Master List] [Episode 2]

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[rynnsthings]

Kate!

[shadow-trickster]

GUESS WHO CAME HOME IKEVIL FANDOM

YIPPEEE ITS ELBERT

And I made a phone wallpaper of him

[chevlvrs]

I love making posts about this trio

Aaa and sorry for my inactivity exam season is driving me insane 😞😞

[kibby-reaper]

the crown spectrum

- mod kibby

[rou-luxe]

reblog to pat the elbie

[fridus365]

IKEVIL SLANDER 🗣🔥

I had more in mind but I didnt want to make the vid too long :,) Maybe I'll do another part 🤔

(Also I dont know how things on tumblr work, I only started using it recently cus of ikevil hope it doesn't feel out of place💥)

[oleeparle]

I jump on the internet and throw myself into the void

[cosmowgyral]

Villain's Festival 2025

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

⊹▸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

Time passed, and the tide of battle shifted constantly.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the number of people still standing in the training ground.

All twelve members of Crown and Vogel kept fighting, not a single one falling.

Liam: Hah…!

Liam pushed off the ground, his legs bending like springs as he leapt gracefully.

He vanished mid-air using his ability—then kicked off the wall to change direction, launching a surprise attack on Darius.

Few could evade an invisible attack. And yet…

Darius: Your scent is quite distinctive… I can recognize it instantly, Liam Evans.

As if he could see him perfectly, Darius raised his cane.

A dull impact rippled through Liam’s abdomen.

Liam: gh…!?

The force of Darius’ cane broke Liam’s concentration, dispelling his ability.

Even as he rolled across the ground, Liam quickly regained his stance.

Seeing that, Darius started clapping, as if he had just witnessed a circus act.

Darius: Wow… Impressive, aren’t you?

Darius: Taking a hit mid-air and still landing so gracefully… You really are like a cat.

Liam: And you… your sense of smell is sharp, huh? Looks like I can’t rely on my ability alone now.

Liam’s eyes gleamed, like a cat ready to pounce on its prey.

Darius: You’re not giving up, huh? …Do you want to be the strongest that badly?

Liam lunged at Darius, knife in hand, his eyes full of determination.

His knife moved with fluidity and unpredictability, making it difficult to read his intent.

Darius tracked the knife with his eyes and deflected it with his cane.

Liam: Of course I want to be the strongest. Because if I become the strongest, then Kate’s….

Ring: Hah…!

Just as Liam was about to finish his sentence, Ring came at him with a slash.

Liam instinctively raised his knife to shield himself, but he couldn’t fully absorb the impact and was sent flying backward.

Ring: If you want to go after Dari, you’ll have to get through me first!

Protecting Dari—this instinct was ingrained in Ring, who had always safeguarded Vogel.

However…

Darius: Hey, Ring.

Ring: Ugh…?! *coughs*

As he tried to protect Darius, Ring took a thrust to the abdomen from his cane, causing him to gag.

Darius: This fight isn’t about Crown or Vogel… It’s about deciding who’s the strongest, isn’t it?

Darius: I want to burn the sight of the cursed ones fighting freely and fiercely into my memory.

Darius: That’s why… you don’t need to take my side, Ring.

Ring: …But

Darius: ‘But’? I wasn’t aware of this… Since when did you become smart and strong enough to talk back to me, Ring?

Ring: ….Ri-right. Sorry.

The moment Ring apologized, Jude came slashing at his back with fierce momentum.

Ring: ….gh!

Sensing the attack, Ring swung his sword backward to shield himself.

Their blades clashed, sending Jude’s sword ricocheting off in an unexpected direction.

Jude: How the hell didja pull that off? Ain’t never heard of a mutt with eyes in the back o’ its head.

Ring: Your killing intent was so intense… No way I wouldn’t notice.

Their swords clashed again, and Jude and Ring locked eyes in a tense standoff.

Darius: …Sorry about that. Our darling guard dog tends to be a bit overprotective.

With a sidelong glance at Jude and Ring, Darius turned his attention back to Liam.

Liam: About what you said to Ring earlier… couldn’t you have been a bit gentler?

Reproaching him as he spoke, Liam resumed his attack, his sharp thrust aimed straight for Darius’ heart.

Darius: I thought I was being plenty kind already.

Darius tilted his head, as if unsure what he was being blamed for, and blocked Liam’s attack with his staff.

Darius: If it bothers you that much… why not become a part of our family? Then you can meddle all you like.

Darius: You’re cursed, and that invisibility of yours is quite impressive. I’d be more than happy to have you.

Liam: …I’m not really cut out to be a part of a family.

Liam gave a wry smile at Darius’ offer.

And with a swift flip, Liam thought he had dodged Darius’ attack—but that wasn’t the case.

Liam: Huh?!

What met his eyes was Elbert darting in his direction, having moved to evade Nica’s attack.

Elbert: Ah….

In the next moment, Elbert tangled with Liam’s foot, and as he instinctively reached out, he grabbed hold of Liam, pulling him down with him.

Losing their balance, the two of them tumbled to the ground.

Elbert: I am sorry, Liam. I lost my balance while fighting Nica…

Liam: Now’s not the time to apologize! Get off me, Elbie!

As a result of their fall, Elbert had ended up practically sitting on top of Liam, pinning him to the ground.

Nica: Ahaha, what kinda fall was that? Hilarious….but don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you because of it.

Without missing a beat, Nica fired a shot at Liam and Elbert.

They quickly regained their footing, and Elbert swung his sword with lightning speed.

A sharp clang echoed as the blade met with the bullet midair.

The bullet veered off course and grazed the training hall.

Nica: ….Oh? You managed to deflect that? Your reflexes aren’t half bad.

Elbert: ….That’s not true. I just predicted where you would aim and blocked it.

Nica: Well then, think you can dodge the next one?

Nica’s gun was once again aimed at Elbert.

At that moment, his arm brushed against Darius’ shoulder as he stood nearby.

Darius: ..Nica, you might want to watch your footing.

Nica: Did you just catch a glimpse of my worst possible future?

Darius: Yeah. You’re about to make a fool of yourself.

Nica: Haha, a fool huh? I’m kinda curious to see how that’s gonna play out.

[Chapter 2] [Masterlist] [Chapter 4]

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Dari's behavior toward Ring didn’t really sit well with me. That deceptive smile paired with his intense glare definitely gives me Gilbert vibes from IkePri. And don’t even get me started on that cane—. 😆 But then again, I totally love Gilbert.

Also, we get to know that he has a sharp nose..

And at the end, when he warned Nica about his probable future with that 'watch your footing' remark, I just knew what was coming. Poor Nica. 😭💔

[xxsycamore]

╰┈➤ When you discover a mysterious hole in a restroom inside the Crown castle, you're ready to catch the ill-doers of whatever forbidden exchange is taking place and take them straight to Victor. Little do you know, your curiosity would lead you to give more and more of yourself to that ridiculous cause, night after night. And you might just end up enjoying it.

— William, Harrison, Liam, Elbert, Alfons, Ellis, Jude, Roger, Victor x f!Reader

• rating: 🔞 E (MDNI) • tags: Glory Hole; Anonymous Sex; Corruption; Hand Jobs; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Come Eating; Come Swallowing; Deepthroating; Masturbation; Dirty Thoughts; Smoking; Objectification; Overstimulation; Penis Size; Multiple Orgasms; Ruined Orgasms; Vaginal Sex; Vaginal Fingering; Size Difference; Large Cock; Creampie; Breast Fucking; Dirty Talk; Squirting/Vaginal Ejaculation • wordcount:  5,836 • masterlist

a/n: I've had this idea for a while now and here it is, finally. One of the longest smuts I've written and definitely one that I'm proud of. Enjoy!

⏮ ⏯ ⏭ NIN - The Wretched

Visions of Temptation 2024/KINKTOBER DAY 2: Glory Holes

NINE NIGHTS. 

Among the many things you've been warned about when you first started living at the castle, you couldn't help but be curious the most about one thing. That infamous communal restroom located at the very end of the left wing's top-floor corridor. Remoted and basically isolated from the lively parts of the castle, if it weren't for the obscene rumor Alfons shared with you, you might not have discovered such a place exists at all. Actually, you're still not convinced if it truly exists. It's all too much like the hedonistic bastard to mess with your head like that.

That's why you're on a mission to do a little investigation on your own.

Arriving at the dimly lit location, your anticipation is flattened by the lack of anything obscure to be found. The restroom hardly differs from the ones you've seen around the place: well-maintained and designed accordingly to match the elegant style of the castle. One side is for the ladies, the other for the gentlemen; two different entrances, a wall separating them right in the middle.

You don't know why you even bother going as far as peeking an eye inside the stalls, but nothing appears to be amiss there as well.

Apart from one thing.

You nearly missed it in the sparse light, but the cut-out hole in the wooden wall inside the second stall stands starkly against the otherwise well-polished surface of it.

Suddenly it all clicks, and you remember Alfons' words.

"Rumor has it that around eleven in the evening, people go there to partake in rather... scandalous exchanges. Both parties are provided with anonymity and everything that takes place inside the restroom stays there. We might be a modest group of inhibitors here, little Robin, but everyone has their needs. We don't judge which part of the partition you choose to be on."

This has to be about drugs! As outrageous as it is, it perfectly explains the hole - large enough to serve for the purpose of one such "exchange", the wooden wall in-between separating provider and client.

You chose to linger around here just early enough to be able to leave without witnessing what does - or does not - happen in the established hour, and just close enough to it in case if, for some reason, you'd want to stay and find out for yourself. This means you can perfectly well remain waiting in the stall, catch the culprit red-handed, and take him straight to Victor. You're sure he knows nothing of this, it can't be otherwise.

1.

You don't have to dwell in your thoughts for much longer, because in the perfectly tranquil air around you, you're able to pick up the soft noise of the door opening on the other side. Readily, you prepare to grab hold of whatever is inserted through the hole and see if your hunch is correct.

Little do you know, the sight will make you reconsider at once. You blink your eyes several times when you look down.

It takes you everything not to scream, barely being fast enough to clasp a hand around your own mouth, as soon as you realize what you're looking at.

Whoever is on the other side of the restroom is currently giving access to a certain part of themselves, and by the way it stands erect and demanding attention, you can imagine just one possible scenario of what the person on your side of the partition is expected to do with it.

The breath hitches in your throat. Will you be found out if you were to exit right now? Even if you won't be seen, even if anyone else could have been here, in your place…

A very dangerous thought fills your head, and you know listening to it should be the last thing you do. Still, for the sake of getting to the bottom of this and not disrupting any of it just yet, you start to think it might not be that bad if you just…

Hesitantly, your hand reaches out until your fingertips can almost graze the very tip of the cock in front of you. Eyes falling closed for a second, nine different faces flash through your mind. Nine possibilities. It's as if this changes everything between you and the mysterious man on the other side, when in reality it changes nothing at all. You think back to your fellow Crownmates, as if trying to see if the thought of any of them pushes you away, but to no avail.

You might have lost your mind. Fingers slowly curling around the hot flesh in front of you, the initial contact is far easier than you thought. You start pumping the hardness in your fist right away, noting the way it slightly swells in your hand, despite already seeming quite aroused.

The slight tremble of your fingers is perhaps a welcomed side-effect of the adrenaline coursing through your system, as the cock in your hand is very receptive to your actions. You wonder to yourself if the person on the other side is used to this sort of thing. Or maybe it's his first time here too, his curiosity getting the better of him. Just like you, in a way. However, he's clearly being able to get off on that thrill. It must be contagious because you become bolder with your movements and your eyes are no longer shy to the sight in front of you. It's embarassing not to be able to take your eyes away, but you can't help it - there's something so fine about it; the size and shape of it, the saturated pink color of the glossy tip, the small bud of precum threatening to spill over with excitement on the next enthusiastic throb…

In just a couple more strokes, the object of your admiration closes the spectacle with a rather grandiose final act… The vigorous spurts of its culmination leave a milky-white trail down the crevices of your fingers as you marvel at the sheer amount he came.

Giving him one last base-to-top stoke, nice and slowly, you catch yourself being so captivated by the obscure display that you're almost disappointed when it all ends and you snap back to reality.

Time to splash some cold water on your face.

2.

The sound of a grandfather clock announcing eleven in the evening is coming from afar but you still hear it without mistake. You've found yourself in this cursed place again, albeit with hesitation. Going back to the events of last night leaves you with mixed feelings. For one, you swear you're being fooled with. Is this Alfons' sick idea of having fun? Luring you to some shady place, provoking you to commit unspeakable acts… You bet there are no other parties even involved in this to begin with. Who knows what the hole really is for, but to use it the way he did… it truly takes an unhinged imagination, you have to admit. Now you just have to find him back at the scene of the crime - God knows they always come back - and this time you won't be so generous. It's not exactly a plan that you have but you'll do something, anything.

Still, you can't help but notice there was something off about last night's mysterious visitor. He didn't quite strike you to be anything like Alfons. Not that you want to spend too much time thinking about what he's supposed to be like down there, or the specific mannerisms you can tell him by, or…

Suddenly there's movement and you hold your breath in anticipation as you prepare to look down.

This is…definitely not the same cock.

This can't be.

Without thinking much, you grab a hold of the sizeable appendage as if to explore it more. Maybe the limited light is playing tricks on you.

Your thumb grazes a slightly protruding vein on the side, something you might have missed yesterday, or you might have not. Though the visual difference is becoming less and less the more you overthink it, the feeling of it in your warm palm is notably different. You don't even know how you get on your knees, but you try to make the most of the new angle.

The stranger, whoever he might be, seems to enjoy the way you're fooling around, much to your own surprise. Almost as if he wants to encourage you to explore more, to do whatever you want. Soon enough it becomes awkward to just examine him like that when he's probably here to feel pleasure. Even in your stubbornness to recognize him as the man from last night, you start stroking and massaging the girth in your closed fist. Stimulating the sensitive skin on the head makes it pulse so tantalizingly, and running the fingertip of your other thumb down the protruding vein almost tips him over the edge…You don't mind this reaction. What's more, you pretty much want to finish what you started.

Unexpectedly, the length of the stranger's cock retracts almost completely back inside the hole with just its head sticking out. The sturdy repetitive motion indicates that the man is taking care of himself while still giving you access to the product of his upcoming climax.

What does he want you to do with his cum? Does he want to paint your open palms white, or maybe if he could say so, he would prefer to color your lips white with his come?

The moment he finishes with what seems to be a glorious orgasm, your sticky fingertip has almost made it to your mouth in a rush of curiosity. You have no idea what's the use of doing something like this when he won't even be able to see it.

During your haze, you think you see a painted glossy red fingernail as you watch the cock of the stranger disappear.

You must be imagining things.

3.

Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.

You guess that the third time is saved for the shameless.

This is exactly what you are, as you find yourself kneeling on the cool tiles on another late night. The initial shock of finding yet another unfamiliar piece of flesh left at your disposal is washed away by the growing sense of thrill that you're starting to get familiar with, more with each passing night. Combined with just a little bit of "since you're already here".

You wonder how fast can you make this one cum. All this time and you're yet to use your mouth, maybe now is a good chance to try it.

Thankfully the other side knows nothing of the fever rising up to your cheeks. Not feeling eyes on you helps you be bolder with your actions, and you feel like an absolute tease. Once you pop the well-formed head in your mouth, your tongue shows no mercy to the painfully erect cock.

A few agonizing slow licks across the length of it seem to be the last straw for the stranger. But not in the sense you're expecting.

In a flash, your mouth is left to hang open and empty; like a lollipop's been taken away from you. A cold shiver runs through you. Did you go too far? Was it not to his liking?

You're not yet fully seated back on your knees in confusion before he gives you a "second chance". Almost as if you're starved, you hurry to take him in again, saliva overflowing from the corner of your mouth and lubricating him for some earnest bobbing of your head. You're going to pleasure him properly this time.

Except, this leads to the same result.

The pause is shorter now, and you get the impression that he's toying with you. Does he want you to please him, or does he not? Which one is the truth?

You fall for his tricks time and time again, because you just can't help it. Awaiting for him to stick his cock back into the hole is rather humiliating but each time your mouth salivates more with the eagerness to welcome him deep inside. He only stills when he's noticeably on the verge of orgasm, and you take him as deep as he lets you. You're a bit tense at this point - should he snap his hips and thrust further in, you're likely to choke on him.

Drinking down on every last drop of his come, you don't know why you're so relieved that his last gesture was not a lie. You just know that you're left to yourself once again. And the whole ordeal has made you horny.

4.

Another day passes in your busy life as a fairytale keeper.

Most of the missions you're assigned are fast-paced enough to keep you fully occupied; senses being constantly put to the test, mind projecting gruesome pictures you've seen through the day and turning them into words at the end of it, once you sit in front of your typewriter.

Yet there are those little pockets of time when the world slows down for you and your fellow Crown members. Traveling from location to location; gathering in the foyer waiting for Victor… It's easy to zone out.

Your gaze moves from Liam's pretty lips curling in a small laughter as he conversates with Harrison, to Harrison stretching out while he listens; to Elbert's tall frame as he looks out the window next to them, to Alfons staring at him, putting one leg over the other as he stirs the steamy liquid in his cup. Which ones? Which ones of them have visited that place? You have very little to go off of. Someone's hand enters your field of vision. Delicate, long fingers drumming against a hard surface. You dart your gaze to another. Roughened palms. And another. Concealed by dark gloves.

Skin textures. Shoe sizes. Limbs stretching out.

It's not until someone asks you if you're alright - "You've been terribly quiet all this time!" - that you shake off your inappropriate thoughts and scold yourself for having them in the first place.

The next time you find yourself in the stall, you're almost glad to give head to someone who's clearly cutting to the chase. There's not much shuffling or repositioning from the other side of the partition, and you're able to focus on the weight in your mouth.

Tonight's stranger is no less well-endowed but you'd say he's a little more on the thicker side compared to your previous experiences. Accidentally grazing him with your teeth makes you hear an annoyed single stomp of a shoe against the floor tiles on the other side. This only motivates you to do better, and you truly do your best sucking him off.

Your ears pick up something different this time. This quick striking noise reminds you of a match being lit… Even with the task you're focused on, your senses remain sharp, and you swear you can smell cigarette smoke.

Here you are, sucking off some guy while he treats himself to a smoke. Things can't get any cruder from this point on.

But you don't mind it at all. This is of mutual interest for both parties, that's only fair. So you don't think much of it your hand makes its way down south, searching underneath layers of clothing until it finds aching hot flesh, begging to be pleasured.

Getting off to your scandalous adventures has been common practice for you the last few days, but it definitely feels better to claim your pleasure here, at the core moment of it.

The closer you get to your own orgasm, the faster your head moves back and forth. All it takes to send you over the edge is the feeling of hot cum being disposed in your welcoming mouth, and you join him by coming there on the floor, unknown to the stranger.

He loses no time removing his spent cock. You can hear the grinding of a heel as he stamps out his cigarette. And he's gone.

Now you're left to wonder why it feels so good to be used by someone on their smoke break.

5.

Tonight sees you crossing yet another boundary.

Things are going on in a less formulaic fashion, with no hurry at all, and it's not that you're not enjoying it- quite the opposite - but you can't help being curious about something. How bad would it be if you were to gain just a little bit of pleasure for yourself from all of this? Surely you won't be found out if you were to share another piece of yourself with the stranger on the other side different from your mouth and your hands. You're far from the thought that some of the female staff don't know about this place. So you don't hesitate positioning yourself upright and facing the wall, close enough that your body is pressed against it.

You don't ask for much, just to feel that delicious hardness against your swollen folds. The very first contact shoots sparks of pure ecstasy through you. The angry-red tip of the man's cock graces against your clit and you nearly mewl out in pleasure. So you do that again, until you're practically grinding yourself on it like a tool conveniently left for your pleasure.

You'd feel selfish and guilty about this if it weren't for the fact that your actions are getting the stranger off as well. You've already slicked him up with your saliva thoroughly, given him attention which has been enough for others to reach their peak. This one seems to have a rather high endurance, but interestingly no other method of play gets him going the same way as you pleasuring yourself on him. Is this what he wants? You're afraid you're not able to stop now, at least not until you cum. Which happens all too soon, with your legs shaking from overstimulation as the cock underneath you remains swollen and upright and poking your folds again and again while you try to catch your breath.

And then he cums. Just like that, without assistance from your side… Or maybe it's your pleasure that did it for him? This is a strange one, for sure… But you like him.

6.

The cock you're currently stoking with both hands is long and elegant, with a rather pale complexion, further emphasized by the blue-ish veins at the base. You can't help but be gracious with your ministrations as you pleasure it, and surely enough, it doesn't take enough to push the man it belongs to over the edge. He spills thickly in your hands and you kiss the tip of it, careful as not to overstimulate it too much… But when you expect an early end to tonight's rendezvous, it seems like it's far from it. Without any indication of him leaving, you realize he's still pretty much hard. So you resume your actions, albeit timidly at first.

It quickly turns into you full-on sucking him off, seeing that your hands won't be enough anymore. His ample length is a little too much for you to take, so you're relieved once he successfully fills your mouth of his cum, a lot less thicker this time. Except, it's still not over. Such a greedy bastard, exploiting you for greater and greater pleasures each time.

Taking in a large portion of breath and exhaling slowly while you contemplate something, you finally decide to take the next step. You can do what you did last night… but facing the other way around, and maybe, just maybe adding a little bit of penetration to the mix.

It takes little effort nesting him inside your tight core because of how wet you've gotten in the meantime, much to your own surprise. Fine, you can be greedy too. Leaning forward until your palms are flat against the opposite wall of the cramped room, you soon fall into a steady pace fucking yourself back and forth on the man's cock that's once again rock solid and pulsing deliciously inside you.

Despite the high libido of the man, he prefers remaining rather still while you move your hips on him, never breaking his reserved and elegant stance. Huffing out a weary emission of air as you're left to shoulder all of the work, you focus on your own pleasure instead, since you're on the verge of cumming.

Your orgasm is rudely interrupted by the other party's own orgasm as he slips out of you and sprays your aching folds with his emission. Already having taken what he was after, he soon exits your sight, leaving you to your own devices as you finger yourself to a rather unsatisfying orgasm on the floor.

7.

Still holding a grudge from the previous night, your storm in the restroom determined to be as ruthless as you need to be and claim your own pleasure first and foremost.

Little do you know, however, that tonight is going to be another test for you.

You're making yourself familiar with yet another stranger tonight - despite being ready to bet that it's high time you're met with a repeat - as you test the waters on this new shape presented before you. He's thicker than any of the previous men. Hell, he's thicker than anything you've ever seen. The massiveness of it in your hands and how he dwarfs them honestly intimidates you. But you remind yourself of your resolve and decide to remain firm as you slowly take things further with him.

Spending too much time on oral is not a part of the plan as you don't want him coming too soon, but you discover that it has nothing to do with your plans anyway. Fitting him inside your mouth proves to be a challenge, and the pathetic way you just soak him in saliva and withdraw every time you take a little more than his head in your mouth makes you feel embarrassed.

Slowly rising to your feet, you accept that you might have to spend a little more time in here tonight. You hope your legs can take it, as you take off your underwear and stretch yourself open for the big intrusion.

Piercing yourself on his tan cock knocks the air out of your lungs as you feel so, so full of him. Without any option but to take it slowly, you massage and grope at your forms as you try to relax your walls around him as much as you can.

Suddenly the thick knob on the wall which you've been using similarly to the previous two nights becomes rather animated as he withdraws until nearly slipping out of your tight entrance, only to quickly thrust back in. Perhaps he got bored with your excuse of a service so far. Clasping both hands around your mouth, you have no choice but to receive his thrusts, the pace quickly building up, as you have to do your best to remain on your feet. Opting for leaning on the opposite wall instead, you have to choose between balance and keeping your mouth shut, as both prove to be hard to achieve at the same time. The man thrusts in and out of you, without a care in the world, and you don't notice how your hands are sliding further and further down until you're practically bent over the tiny space.

This man is an absolute monster. Time goes by in a haze as you find yourself cumming and again around the thick cock inside you, drenching him in your juices until they begin to run down your legs and onto the tiled floor. His stamina is insane - the fact that he can keep going while you're a wrecked mess is scaring you, and you don't know how much more you can take.

When you can't move anymore to meet his thrusts, thankfully his own pace becomes broken in telltale signs of his upcoming orgasm. You need his cum inside you like a trophy. You worked hard for it.

His load is nothing short of pure virility, copious amounts flooding up your insides and joining the rest of the fluids on the floor in a display of utmost obscenity.

You barely make it to your room on your doe legs.

8.

The previous night left you with a pleasant soreness between your legs and the size you're working with today is too big for you to even think about repeating the same scenario. It's gifted in length; pinkish and with a lot of foreskin. Another new one, much to your surprise. And another absolute monster of a cock.

Since your wrecked pussy is off-limits, you begin to worry about pleasuring this one - especially when you think back to how utterly greedy the last two visitors were.

An idea pops into your head.

You start off with the usual, lubricating the shaft with the wetness of your tongue as you suck, massage and kiss every sensitive spot. And there seem to be plenty of them. It's been some time since you've had such a receptive cock in your hands. It's quite lively with its constant little twitches as you get distracted taking it further in your mouth, almost gagging on its generous length. But enough of that.

Using one hand, you unbutton your shirt while simultaneously stoking the cock in front of you, not wanting to ignore him for a second. Once your breasts are freed, keep your kneeling position but get closer to the wall, hotness rising to your cheeks. Carefully, you guide the large cock to the valley of your breasts.

Another enthusiastic twitch. It's like he falls inlove with your idea right off the bat.

You're happy to see that this works with him to say the least, trying to move your body up and down as you press your breasts together using both hands. The slickness you coated him with provides a nice slide, but for a good measure, you drool down some more of it, watching the erotic display of his cockhead peeking through the gap of your tits on every slide.

Oh, this one is more than enthusiastic. You can tell he won't last much, but you're ready to blame that on the method you use on him more than anything. Is he a boobs man? Would he be just as enthusiastic if you were to let him fuck the crux of your thighs?

"Ahhh! Nghh…"

You freeze for a split second as you swear you hear an audible moan from the other side. Everyone so far has shown so much self-control and was careful as to not let out a sound too loud, and yet this one seems to be unable to hold back.

Needless to say, it motivates you.

You don’t even have to keep going for much longer until the cock between your squeezed breasts erupts and paints your chest white. You lean your head down just a little bit more and you're able to give his angry-red tip a playful lick for goodbye. There's no urgency to satisfying your own need, as you're better off taking care of it in the plush covers of your bed back in your room, for a change. Somehow you're sure that your playmate for the night would have wanted that for you too if he could speak.

9.

With a little over a week's worth of sinful adventures behind your back, you feel the need to take a moment and question how you got here. As scandalous as it is to think that there have been eight different members of Crown visiting that shady place for the same dirty purpose, you strangely find peace in the fact that there's at least one of them you're yet to have come in contact to, in this way.

In this very moment, you're still able to face each one of them individually and not die out of shame, because he could be the one.

So you have to leave it at all. For the sake of your sanity, you have to refrain from going anywhere close to that restroom again.

The cackle of the typewriter dies down as you're ready with the evening's workload of documenting Crown's missions, and now the call of your bed is all too strong to resist. You throw yourself face-first into the soft duvet and realize how cool and nice it feels against your skin. Have you overworked yourself, or is this heat trying to tell you something else? A familiar urge builds up in your lower belly, and you open your eyes just to see the wall clock's hands marking exactly eleven o'clock.

With the material you've gathered from those past days, it should be easy enough for you to find relief on your own. So once your hands slip inside your panties, each finding a point of interest, already soaked in liquid desire, your mind drifts off to a familiar place.

But nothing seems to work. As exciting as everything that has happened to you has been, it's nothing compared to the real thing. Since when you've become like this? A thrill-chaser, being only after what feels good without a care in the world. Much like a certain someone that got you in this mess, to begin with. And now there's a dangerous thought creeping into your head.

It's more of a gamble, to be fair.

Nine nights. The chance of all nine men visiting the hole one after another without a single one of them repeating or skipping is significantly small. Small enough to bet your dignity on it, it seems. Fingers still glistening with juices, you make a bold decision, telling yourself that if anything, you can try and resist touching the final ninth man, should he turn out to be tonight's visitor. 

The hole in the wall is not occupied, and you admit to yourself that you feel disappointed. You're close to turning on your toes and going back to where you came from, but then you hear footsteps approaching, on the other side. Sleek dress shoes, if you're correct. He's taking his time.

Where you expect to find someone's aching hardness, you find an entirely different body part. You stare down in confusion as you see a gloved hand thrust out through the hole.

"I know you're in there. Why so hesitant?"

This is…Alfons' voice.

But why? It's taboo to break anonymity like this, and he's wrong if he thinks that you'd—

"You can remain silent if you wish, of course, given that you can hear me at all. Though I have this feeling that this might be no other than Miss Robin herself."

Your head gets dizzy. How does he...? No, you shouldn’t fall for it.

After a moment spent in silence, he chuckles.

"Of course you won't answer me. If you're wondering why I'm revealing myself, I'd simply tell you that not all of us are ashamed to admit they have needs, little Robin. Why, I'm sure the person supposed to be on your side of the wall must have far greater needs, no? That's why I decided to be generous tonight and offer nothing but pleasure to that lucky individual. Go ahead, I'm lending you a hand."

Clad in a shiny black glove, Alfons' hand makes a sultry come-hither motion at you, and you swear it looks lewder somehow than if he'd left you with something other than his hand instead. Your folds are still dripping, the heat in your lower belly prompting irritating tingles all over. It would be oh-so-easy to lift your skirts and descent right on his ready palm, your pussy already bare as you left your underwear all the way back in your room.

Hesitantly, you approach the wall and do just that, shivering a little at the unfamiliar texture. But unlike the solid slabs of flesh you've taken the previous nights, Alfons' fingers don’t behave. They don't wait to be ridden to completion while you get used to their shape in your insides. Right from the beginning, Alfons zaps and twists his fingers inside you, discrediting the generosity he so fondly talked about just a minute ago. It's exactly what you tried to achieve alone in your bed. But deeper. And so much more relentless. And exactly what you've been missing.

"That's a good girl. You're taking them in so greedily."

The naughty sounds of your juices muffle most of your whimpers as the flat of his palm repeatedly hits against your swollen lips. Even through the glove, he's scarily precise. He aims for your sweet spots and makes you see stars in no time, until you can no longer find meaning in the dirty things he says.

"Aww, are you squirting on me already? Here I was ready to bet you'd need far more than that. Have those gentlemen been neglecting you? Did you find them rather lacking?"

You hear the sound of water hitting the tiles but you pay little mind to it as Alfons keeps grinding his middle and ring fingers against your sweet spot, scratching something inside you that's been tormenting you for a week straight. You have no name for this feeling. You just know that he ruined you from the very beginning, by telling you about this place, by luring you in here.

The only thing you can think about as you succumb to a violent storm of an orgasm is how much better his cock would feel hitting that same place inside you. How long does he intend on keeping you here, if this is how you start out? The whole night? Would he want to make you do something perverse, fitting of his ways? You care little about that as pleasure spreads all over, making you feel so light.

You immediately get down on your hands and knees, a wicked idea on your mind already, as you're ready to deviously entice him by licking his digits clean. But they disappear before you get the chance to, making you almost whine at the loss. Your pussy still throbs, so well taken care of, yet so neglected at the same time.

"Now, wouldn't you like to finally see for yourself? If I'm one of them, I mean. The ones you've already seen here before."

Blinking your eyes, you feel the weight of his words coming down on you. You've completely forgotten about that at this point.

Even without being able to see him, just being able to pin a name to the person behind the wall makes you imagine everything so clearly. The facial expressions you've seen him do, how he reacts to certain things. The piercing stare of those dead fish eyes when he knows he's right.

"Too bad I'm not in the mood for that tonight. I guess that leaves you no choice but to come here again if you truly want to find out the answer to that question, no?"

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Your Villain Buys You Lingerie! 🌸

18+ MDNI | Suggestive Content | EN-released!Villains x Fem!Reader

CW: suggestive content, some mentions of power imbalances, some villains' descriptions are fluff-adjacent hehe

AN: These are the kinds of lingerie/sexy outfits that I think the villains would buy you! Enjoy! These fictional men are a problem for me! Hehe!

William Rex

Will would take your taste into consideration while also managing to select something that he likes. And he would spare no expense. We’re talking designer pieces here. Definitely in shades of red, black, maroon... dark jewel tones, of course. I’m imagining him at the store—the saleswomen absolutely falling in love with him while he describes the kind of sexy lingerie set he wants to buy for you. Would probably land on something that takes time to remove, like a full corset set. He’d want to enjoy the view for as long as possible!  

Harrison Gray

Harry strikes me as a man of simpler tastes. He would pick something cute and comfortable for you, because to him it does not matter what you’re wearing—you are always sexy! But seeing you in the mint-green matching bra and panties that he got you gets him unexpectedly flustered! He’d bury his face in his hand and sigh, “I know I got them for you, but I already want to take them off...” So you get to tease him for once for being such a perv. Win win!

Liam Evans

You know that this certified babygirl knows his way around a lingerie shop okay! He would honestly buy you cute and sexy lingerie all the time. Like you would have soooo many matching lingerie sets from him lol. You could wear a different one every night and not run out for months. He loves to dress you up all cute and sexy! He thinks you look especially good in shades of pink, but he buys you lingerie in every color/style imaginable. And when you put it on he gets flustered, even though he’s seen you in sexy lingerie so many times before. Sorry, he’s obsessed with you!

Elbert Greetia

Okay, talk about sparing no expense. You would have to go to all of the lingerie shops in town to tell them to turn Elbert away at the door next time he comes in because it’s fr starting to be too much lmao. He would of course listen to you if you told him that you don’t need any more lingerie, only handing you one more box. You open it to find gorgeous, handmade pale blue lace garters. “Look on the inseam of them,” he’d tell you. Embroidered on the inside of each garter with pretty blue thread is a message from him. “To my dearest y/n” on one and “a beauty for my eyes alone” on the other.

Alfons Sylvatica

Lol buys you a full black latex/leather dominatrix outfit. You stare at him incredulously and he just smirks at you. “What? You don’t like it?” Try as you might to explain that you don’t hate it, but haven’t worn something like this before, it does not matter! Lol! Alfons will coach you don’t worry! “That’s exactly the idea, y/n,” he’d purr, “seeing someone as innocent and pure as you in such a naughty outfit... the thought alone gets me so excited... see... look, I’m already hard...” Lmao.

Roger Barel

Although he can appreciate a woman’s beauty in pretty much anything, he doesn’t really see the point of lingerie lol. He’s just going to strip you! Why get so fancy? But the idea of you wearing something underneath your clothes all day that he picked out for you does turn him on. Like a secret understanding that you belong to him. He would pick out something simple and elegant, but racier than what you would pick out for yourself so he could enjoy watching you nervously adjust your clothes throughout the day to make sure no one caught a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath...

Victor

Haha, there’s no kind of lingerie out there that Victor wouldn’t want to dress you in! Corsets, teddies, matching bras/panties, G-strings, thigh-high stockings, crotchless panties... You name it, he’s already picked it out for you! You politely decline most of these items, which he of course doesn’t mind (though he’ll pretend to pout). But when he does manage to convince you to wear the cute see-through lilac nighty that he picked out, he can’t take his eyes off you. He’ll whisper compliments in your ear while he runs his fingertips teasingly over the sheer fabric... “Mm, I knew you’d look heavenly in this color.”

Jude Jazza

Buying you gifts has a dual benefit for Jude: he gets to see your reaction and it means you owe him lol. So you better believe that he’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches you unwrap the chastity belt that he bought you. The look on your face is a mixture of disbelief, outrage, and, you hate to say it, anticipation lmao. You know what this means. “The princess was getting so dirty askin’ for naughty gifts and all, so consider this the start of your Good Girl training.” The blood drains from your face and he just grins even more! Get ready! Hahaha!

Ellis Twilight

He would buy you a comfy but sexy black lace bra and panties set, which you love. He’s so delighted that you like the set, so he feels like you won’t mind the second part of the gift: black fuzzy handcuffs that match. He can tell that you get turned on as soon as he shows them to you. “y/n let’s try them out now, okay?” And before you know it you’re in the lingerie he bought you with your hands handcuffed to the bed above your head. “Mm,” he’d say appreciatively, “I want to keep you handcuffed and stripped like this forever, okay?” Buckle up! Lol.

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The look on Roger's face upon seeing the MC naked 🫣

And Elbie's protective instinct is 😍🥰