#idv Richard

[hauntted-idv]

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[lumenwoodd]

‘Like a true knight would’

[sakurayumeno]

.......so we all saw that new survivor right

[orpheusluvr]

The Knight’s Princess (Richard Sterling x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

A new survivor has arrived at the manor, and he seems to take a huge interest in you.

Decided to make this in honour of his official release in 17 days!! <33 (also good luck to anyone that is planning on pulling for his S-tier costume!)

There was a lot of chatter around the manor today, because a new survivor had arrived. The last survivor, Evelyn, also known as the “Faro Lady” was a mysterious woman of high class. But you managed to get along with her quite well, and matches with her were pretty fun especially with her unique abilities.

The new survivor’s name was Richard Sterling, from what you heard among everyone’s conversations. You hadn’t met him yet, but you heard he was in the lounge right now. So that’s exactly where you decided to go see him.

You cautiously approached the group of survivors that were sitting in the lounge, and there he was. From his clothing, he also seemed like someone of high class.

“So why did you come to the manor then, Mr Sterling?” Norton asked.

“My reasons shall remain unknown.” He said, with a smile.

Norton then noticed that you were standing there and looked up at you.

“Oh hey, Y/N!” He waved at you, a sweet smile on his face.

“Hey Norton.” You smiled back.

Richard also looked up, his unique brown and blue eyes enlarging at the sight of you.

“My…goodness…” he said, getting up.

He walked towards you, taking a good look at you.

���I did not know, that someday I’d come across such a beautiful lady.” He said, getting on his knees. He gently took your hand.

“Allow me to be your knight in shining armour, my princess.” He said, as he kissed your hand.

Your heart was beating fast, and your cheeks were warming up.

Why was everything happening so suddenly? You only just met this man. You didn’t even introduce yourself either.

But, he was extremely attractive. Good mannered too. It made your heart melt.

“Your name is Y/N. Am I correct? I heard that fine gentleman over there mention it.” Richard said, as he got up. He was still holding your hand.

You nodded.

“Such a beautiful name.” He smiled.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Norton get up and leave.

“Thank you.” You said.

You felt slightly uneasy in the way Norton just suddenly left.

Was he alright?

“My princess, I’m not the type to court a lady but you are different to any other woman that I’ve came across.” Richard said, interrupting your thoughts.

He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Please, follow me.”

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You didn’t expect to find yourself in the new survivor’s bedroom out of all places. But gosh, you were a mess of emotions right now. You were excited, nervous and confused at the same time. This handsome man was in love with you, even though you just met him today. It felt off, but feeling loved made you feel amazing.

You patiently walked around the room as you were doing so for the past few minutes, waiting for Richard to return from whatever he was doing. You then finally heard the sound of the door opening.

“Princess?”

You turned around to face Richard, and almost passed out from the view in front of you.

He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a towel around the top of his legs. His hair and body were dripping wet. His skinny yet somewhat muscular figure had you trying to fight back your lustful desires.

He walked up to you, drops of water falling to the ground as he moved.

“Enjoying the view?” He smirked, cupping your cheek.

You nodded.

“Who would’ve known that I’d be the first one to see the new survivor like this?” You said, tracing your finger along his chest. Richard gave a slight groan.

“I want to see you like this too.” He said, and your stomach did a flip.

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Richard carried you into the bathroom, then gently placed you down next to the bathtub. It was already filled with water.

“Allow me to wash you up, my princess.” He said.

He tugged at your shirt.

“May I?”

After you nodded, he lifted your shirt up and removed it from you. He then helped to take your pants off, and ended with your bra and panties. He then took a few moments to admire your figure.

“Oh…how lucky I am, to be standing before someone like you and seeing you in all your enticement.” Richard said, his eyes filled with lust.

He went behind you, resting his head on your shoulder as his hands travelled down your body. His cold breath tickled your skin, sending goosebumps throughout your body. He was so mysterious, but it turned you on even more.

He then motioned to you to get into the bathtub, and so you did. You lowered yourself into the water, the warmth kissing your skin. Richard watched you in awe, before removing his towel and stepping inside the bathtub with you. You managed to take a quick glimpse at his cock, which was evidently hard. He was highly aroused.

Richard leaned forward, and kissed you. You closed your eyes, allowing him to taste you. You both were grabbing onto each other’s backs, slippery from the water. You both pulled away.

“Turn around, princess.” He said.

You turned around, the water slightly splashing around you. Richard held onto your waist. His hand travelled upwards to your breasts, squeezing them and circulating his fingers around your nipples. You tried not to moan too loud, worried that someone might hear you. After all, you weren’t the only ones staying at the manor.

Richard kissed the side of your face, while he continued to squeeze your breasts, lovingly kneading them.

He then slightly got up and lifted you up, placing your hands on the sides of the bathtub. Your ass was directly facing him.

“Prepare yourself.” He said.

You bit your lip, knowing exactly what was coming next.

Richard slides into you, as you both let out a moan from the sudden sensation. Once he has fully entered, he grabs onto your waist. He thrusts at a slow speed at first.

“Good girl. You’re taking me in so well, my beautiful princess.” He praised.

He immediately quickened his pace, without warning. You let out a loud moan which motivates him even more.

“R-Richard!!” You moaned out his name. This almost made him cum instantly.

“Ngh…Y/N…you sound as beautiful as you look…” Richard groaned.

With a few more thrusts, Richard was about to pull out. But you stopped him.

“Fill me up.” You said, turning to look at him.

Richard gave a smirk.

“At your service, my princess.”

[jackthepeeper]

Get me 70 likes and I will remove the shirt

[anthra-cite]

my beautiful wife with several disorders

[otakusparkle]

Today is the winter solstice!

When the winter solstice approaches, you can feel the coming of winter even more...!

The men at the manor are also enjoying winter ♪

They're skiing and enjoying the clear, snowy mountains! Everyone, please enjoy winter while staying warm and avoid catching a cold!

[yue-chan077]

Knight 🗡️ ( #identityV )

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(SECOND SLIDE) is a DT interaction with Richard, cause damn I think he suits my universe of idv well 🏃🏃✨

so yeah--- I knew I had to draw him the first time I saw him 😭✨👌

have you seen the PV of the new characters for the next season-!? everyone is hella gorgeous especially mister knight over here 🏃🏃🏃

I dashed my way into my canvas real quick-- 🤸🤸🤸

a new idv posting ya all-- I feel bad I haven't drawn Florian yet so I probably would do so anytime soon-- but for now- I'm sensing this isn't the end of me and Richard 👁️👁️👌✨

that's all I'm sorry it's rushed so my lineart is a little funky 🏃 gotta go back to my wips 🤸

( DO NOT REPOST USE TRACE PRINT MY WORK / DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION)

#YueArt 

[nehvas]

[aw1ana]

wait.

[magknightidv]

Richard sterling x prince (hunter) reader. I really like the classics 😒. I also think it would be a cute dynamic

Uh, one second while I just- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.

Alr thank you for your time I'll get to writing now :3 I'm going out on a limb and guessing you want a male reader and not a gender neutral reader, but lmk if you want me to rewrite it for that.

Disobedience.

(Was written before I gained better understanding of his character so he may be ooc)

Masterlist

Warnings: Nothing you wouldn't expect of an Idv fanfic ig. Swearing, Mentions of aggression. (They kinda hate eachother through the first bit but trust the process), Fluff :3

Info: I originally intended to go for headcanons and then short little drabbles.. but ig this is what you get when you're hit with horrific brainrot for one character. [WRITTEN BEFORE HIS OFFICIAL RELEASE, I DONT REMEMBER IF PEOPLE LEAKED HIS ABILITIES SO IM KEEPING THAT DESCRIPTION MINIMAL]

Richard Sterling x Male! Hunter! Prince! Reader

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This Manor isn't to my liking. Too small. Compact. Nobody listens to me either. Disrespectful little rats. Have they no idea who I am?

Have I really been forgotten by the world that quickly? Surely not. Sister would not have let that happen, I'm sure. Of the entire family, she loved me. She saw me. She saw me as I am, not as the misconceptions they've had of me since the day I was born.

My eyelids finally force themselves open as the curtains of the room I've been placed in are pushed open by an unremarkable face I will likely never remember. Nobody of importance, however, the woman bows and makes a swift exit as she meets my eyes. She had quickly muttered something along the lines of "Breakfast is ready to be served."

Hm. Food didn't seem to even get a rise out of me anymore. The thought having lost its appeal after my incident. Court of fools. Court of shrivelled cocks and frog faced women. Neither appealing yet praised as though they are Gods greatest gifts. Can't even protect their prince from something as simple-minded as poisons in his meals. I suppose I should make an appearance before my "games" today, see who I am to be matched against to begin with.

The newest survivors are often who I am matched with as I am a new hunter. The Lady Nightingale, as I have learned to refer to her as, has insisted that it is the best way for us to adapt to our situation. The Fire Investigator seems particularly taken by the poor burnt Puppet man. Ms Mora, although sometimes able to fool me, often lacks the correct facilities to correctly defend herself against me. However, the role that catches my eye upon the list of survivors I am to play against is The "Knight". A name not seen by the other hunters, according to Mr Desaulnier. He claims to have heard whispers amongst the staff attending to us all but he merely thought it to be just rumours and gossip. Of all the Hunters, Joseph Desaulnier has been the best example of what a friend is in this sort of situation. He has been respectful and taught me the ropes all he asks in return is my reciprocated respect.

My eyes scan over the heads of the survivors currently nearby, all familiar faces in a sense. Although I have not been here long, I am aware of the majority of the survivors present in the manor and their general styles. Nothing out of the ordinary, I suppose.

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I have vague memories of a handful of matches I've played in this place. The Red Church. Lots of walls and the main church building is rather open, often a cipher placed on there making the chase for the survivors slightly harder if they do not get enough distance in time. My goal for this match, however, is not to find my usual survivors. I understand them, I wish to study the new puzzling enigma that is the "Knight".

An odd sort of sight is given to us hunters that allows us to see the machines being worked on. Slight shakes on multiple at once, its only a matter of figuring out which would be best to go to. Church it is. Whoever is there, regardless of it being the one I want or not will likely try to pass off the kite to another as there was a sudden switch of the journalist to the composer. I am more likely to find one of their decoders but one can only hope to be so lucky.

As I make my way to the church an odd figure is there to greet me. He looks up from the machine in shock and takes a defensive stance, this allows me to get a better view of the man. His hair is long and perhaps considered unneat but in a charming sort of way. He wears an outfit that exudes the very concept of nobility to a high level most of my fathers court could not even pull off. His face is angular and a beauty mark sits below his lips to his right side. He regains his composure as he realises I am not here to attack him. The church is quiet as a cipher is finished most likely by the composer in the far corner. Aside from the large popping noise it makes nothing is said between us, not until he decides to open his lips.

"Are you not the one sent to hunt us all? I am I truly so intimidating that you have become incomplete." Stern words, harsh even but it does not bother me as it is the sort of taunting I have received many times through my time. His eyes narrow viciously. Two colours? I would not have noticed had I not taken this time to study him, his left eye a stony blue colour and his right, a deep brown with green tints in both. At this point to have been able to see this I have since gotten closer subconsciously. As though drawn to his prescense. I catch myself before i get too caught up in it all however.

"I am the Prince. Your Prince. Show more respect, if you truly deem yourself to be an honourable knight." He seems to smirk at my title and his confidence only appears to double.

"So a spoiled brat, demanding obedience as though all around are his new pet puppy dogs?" He's trying to get a reaction. His arrogance is almost reflective of my own however he must have a means to be doing this or is it simply for his own pleasure, as my reason had been to observe. "How rude. You are no Prince of mine, not until you prove it. So, shall we dance, Your Grace?"

My composure slips at the words and I feel the angered snear take over my features, my stance becomes more offensive and I begin to hastily move towards the cocky man. "Speak not of being a brat. You're disobedience will get you nowhere but a chair back to the manor."

The chase was not as long as I was expecting, I suppose he truly was arrogant in his abilities today. Time will tell if he masters his skills. A tie was all I could manage with the hinderance the Knights and my initial meeting gave me. I am forever grateful that the Faro Lady believes she can be a rescuer with her ability, a terrorshock is all it takes.

The Knight appears to want to become my antithesis. So that is all he shall be. An idea abstracted from my own and strange.

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- After the first meeting they appear to be forced together through consistent matches against one another or rumors spreading that the two knew eachother prior to the manor.

- False rumors but you suppose it is not completely unreasonable that a prince and a knight, or so his name claims him to be, to be closer than other roles within the manor.

- He says little to others, and when he does it is often sickeningly sweet words. Sugarcoated truths made to seem like the words are kinder than they are just to draw others in.

- few had fallen for it so he had abandoned such a tactic in favour of bothering you in some form.

- be it in matches, his improvement in the way he moves through each map having improved significantly. Easily gliding past obstacles and dodging your skills. A real pest.

- Tension seems to continuously rise with no seeming resolve in sight. That is until one day you walk past the music room.

- Expecting the violinist on the other side of the door as the melody continues on, only to be met with the closed eyes of the Knight as he plays a somber tune.

- You go unnoticed until the end of the song, a smile forming on your face. His eyes flash open as though some otherworldly being made him aware of your presence.

- A silent understanding forms between the two of you. As though no words were ever needed between the two of you, simply because you both understood.

- The tension dissipates within seconds.

- You and the "Knight" seem to find a deeper understanding of eachother over time. He learns of your past and attempts to sympathise with your unjust demise, while he shares stories of his past before the loss of his family.

- He wishes to find his 'sister' but as time passes he finds himself drawn to you, wishing never to leave your side.

- That is exactly what he does. He takes the role of a true Knight that protects his master, although he still has a tongue as sharp as a blade and swift wit that goes completely unmatched by most others in the manor.

- He cannot seem to ever truly listen to your commands, but suppose it is the thought that counts.

---- fin.

OKAY I LOWKEY FELT I WAS WAFFLING ON AND FORGOT WHAT I WAS WRITING, I DIDNT EVEN ADD SOME OF THE STUFF I WANTED TO CAUSE MY TIMES FOR WRITING WERE SO CLUNKY BUT HEY I GOT IT DONE EVENTUALLY!!

(Not proof read, I'll go back and get that done lol)

[lumenwoodd]

I also like composer he’s cool

[suunothere]

*Jack mains crying at the corner sound*

Ref

[ada-cbm]

[jackthepeeper]

Get me 50 likes and I will remove his pants

[dreamii-krybaby]

Oh he is so ready to fuck shit up at the Manor