#ikemen fanfiction

[xxsycamore]

SINFUL DESIRES

╰┈➤ 🖤 You have a hard time relaxing on your spontaneous overnight trip with Victor, so he wastes no time showing you he has tons of fun in store for the two of you…

Victor x f!Reader; • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Overnight Trips; Crimes & Criminals; Mentions of Dungeons; Baking Together; Jealousy; Humor; Competition; Kissing; Biting; Mentions of Knife play; Kitchen Sex; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Gentle Sex; Embarrassment; Hair-pulling; Hair Kink; Hand Kink; Finger Sucking; Table Sex; Victor briefly makes reader imagine a dangerous situation; Creampie; Post-sex cuddles; Aftercare • wordcount: 3,842 • masterlist

a/n: Here's my fic for the Ikemen Villains Gift Exchange hosted by @aquagirl1978 ! My giftee was @konekotaichou - I'll let you know I had the widest smile on my face finding out I'll be writing for you. I see your name often under my fics so that's just one way of saying thank you for the support~ Hope you enjoy! <3

"We're hoooooome!"

You should be used to the loud exclamations of your dear Victor by now, but there are still some occasions where you can't help but jump at the sheer volume of them. No, no, you have a very valid reason for your reaction right now! It's because you're still linking arms with him - you have been doing so ever since setting a foot out of the carriage - and this close up, his cheerful greetings directed at no one in particular are even louder.

But it's also because this is not your home at all. It's the vacant ex-base of some criminal group, the estate now seized by Her Majesty.

"Victor… are you sure this is a suitable destination for an overnight trip…? What if there's a dungeon right under our feet filled with—"

"Worry not, my darling! Even if there was such a thing here, right now it would be nothing more than just another empty room with no other purpose but to make things a little more thrilling while we walk above. But you haven't come here before on a mission, have you? I'll let you know - there's nothing like a dungeon in this building!"

Victor's words are very reassuring, if only there weren't another dozen adjacent possibilities to utilize a base that you want to ask about. Whatever. Even on the off-chance that someone was lurking inside the shadows of the place, Victor's noisy and nonchalant barging in has surely scared them way more than it scared you.

Your beautiful Grim Reaper makes himself busy lighting candles left and right, making the place more livable, even if just for the short duration of your trip. It all happened so spontaneously. Just earlier in the day, you mentioned how nice it would be to go somewhere for a change, just the two of you, and in the next moment Victor swept you right off your feet and declared that it's been decided. Being an Aide of the Queen definitely comes with its perks, you just weren't aware that borrowing one of the numerous properties of her Majesty was one of them. He's been very convincing at telling you not to sweat over the details and enjoy the impromptu trip, painting picture after picture with his words earlier while in the carriage, of all the nice sights to be seen around the estate… Though, that would be left for the next day. Right now it's only you and Victor and the empty halls that he's trying to fill with his exuberant presence.

"May I have your attention?"

While distracted with your own thoughts, Victor has entered another room so you hurry to follow his voice to what seems like the kitchen. As if waiting for a spotlight to land on him, Victor's smile widens upon finding your gaze on him. He opens his jacket to reveal…

"Are we going to bake?!"

At least it's not doves taking flight or anything else alive, but that doesn't make the contents of his inner pockets less bewildering as he takes the items out on the counter one by one.

"Ahahahaha! Are you surprised? I came here prepared! I've brought flour, milk, sugar, and butter! Yaay!"

"Scones?!"

"Scones!"

Of course it's scones. But what compels him to enter another's home and bake scones?

Your chemistry must be very good because the look on your face is always enough for Victor to read your mind. Sadly, you can't say the same about the numerous shades of a grin that typically occupy his features, but you're still learning.

"You see, I was thinking of allll the exciting ways to use our privacy, now that we're here. And there's always been one thing I've wanted you to indulge in without limits…"

Victor's eyes shine with a strange light, and you find yourself sinking into their alluring amethyst waters until the meaning behind his words gets all twisted and tangled in the mess of your thoughts. Heat creeps up to your cheeks.

"Like what?..."

"Like stuffing yourself full of scones, of course! As much as I loooove my dear fellow Crown members, these just disappear awfully quickly when they're around!"

Ah, true.

You fight the urge to shake your head and with that shoo away any other unwelcome thoughts like the one you just had. Victor, now stripped down to his black dress shirt, does the next step of preparing himself for the self-appointed task and gathers his long, luxurious dark hair into a ponytail. It's your cue to do some prep of your own, and by habit, you look around for an apron… But of course there'd be no extras like an apron here, the people who used to live in that place were criminals! The mental image of them using the kitchen as intended is somehow comical and it definitely distracts you from the eerie energy gathering around the place. Admittedly, Victor does a great job at it as well, you remind yourself as you sneak a peek of him with a hair ribbon in his mouth - a rare instance of him being quiet, due to the obstacle preventing him from speaking. The giggle finally falls from your lips, and you realize you're having a good time here.

"Oh? Did something funny happen?"

"No, I'm just excited to share this moment of privacy with you. Though, Victor, I can't help but worry a little… Would the others be alright without you? What if they get into a fight with each other… I'm sure William is going to miss you too, you barely warned anyone about us leaving so abruptly! And besides—"

Before the name of another Crown member could fall from your lips, a tall figure towers over you; a pair of hands grab your shoulders and turn you around with the gentleness of a courting dance step. Your rear presses into the counter, and you realize Victor has trapped you in between it and his body. The smile is still on his face, but it's not a grin - it's something lighter, a tad more modest.

"You talk about being excited to have privacy with me, but you're thinking about other men, my little robin? Tsk, tsk, tsk…"

The clicking of his tongue lacks the usual eccentricity that he dresses his manners with. It sounds more threatening than anything, even if you know better than to feel intimidated by the slight change in his tone. It's something else that catches your attention, the tang of jealousy where you least expected to find it. It truly wasn’t your intention, and you probably should find your words and speak up-

"Not that I could blame you. I think about my boys too, haha! But tonight, will you let it be just the two of us?"

His gaze softens, and you can breathe again. The lungful of air is enough to make your chest expand and touch Victor's front, and you realize how tightly he's pressing you into him with his current proximity. It doesn't last long, because Victor steps away the very next second.

"Why don't we play a little game while we're here? There's always room for more fun to be had and I just thought of the perfect thing in our current arrangement."

You remain backed against the counter, just for the sake of the support you didn’t know you needed in the first place. "What kind of game?"

"There are quite a few drawers and cabinets around here, and we have to retrieve all utensils needed for preparing our scones… We will search for each one of them on our own, but whoever finds it first wins one wish to be granted by the other. How does that sound to you?"

Now, this is unexpected. Even though your partner always has a few tricks up his sleeve to spice things up between the two of you, he's still astonishing you with his ideas. You think about it for a second. If you take his word for granted, he must be as unfamiliar with the terrain as you are, putting you on equal grounds for this little game. Besides, you might have a wish ready for him - something small and intimate and fitting for the purpose of utilizing the privacy you just talked about.

"Okay, let's do this! Bring it on! What do we need first?"

Victor finishes starting the coal oven in no time before readying himself for the search and announcing, "A bowl, of course!"

You give each other a brief competitive look before going into opposite directions of the cabinet-lined space, hands reaching out in a rush. Victor uses his height advantage to check the upper shelves first, while you aim for one that is near the sink.

Bingo.

"Here, a bowl!"

Blinking in yet-realized defeat, Victor stares at your triumphant face and then chuckles in his usual tone.

"My, aren't you quick! You better start thinking of a wish, I'm afraid we're having a limited time for goofing around!"

Oh, you're not going to waste any more of it. Or at least no more than enough for the duration of one longed-for kiss.

Victor's expression goes through another change when you pull him down by the collar, and you close your eyes to let it linger in your mind when his lips crash down into yours. You savor them slowly, risking the intended innocence for the sake of enjoying him just a little longer. Soon he's out of breath, and it comes out in the form of a moan - and instead of letting go, it makes you want to kiss him breathless for a little longer. So you do. Because he's so irresistible when he lets you take the lead, when he stays still and pretends to be caught off-guard and lets you have him. He must have held back just for that - else he'd kiss you as soon as setting foot inside the house, he can't fool you that he wasn't awaiting this moment as much as you did.

His jealousy-tinted remark earlier, and this little game… they tell you he might have waited for you to make the first step and show him how much you missed his kisses, his embrace. It doesn't tarnish your victory one bit, for it is still your victory as long as you get what you want.

Victor hisses into the kiss as you realize you got a little too lost in it and bit his lower lip. You withdraw, drawing a breath of your own that you didn’t know you needed this much, but not without placing an apologetic little peck over his lip. The distance between you grows a bit more and looking him in the eye suddenly robs you of the courage you just demonstrated. Even if his cheeks are noticeably tinted pink by the endeavour.

"Next, we'll need a knife."

Your imagination fills with corset ties cut by a sharp blade and garter belts following them, and you fail to consider the task at hand, involuntarily giving Victor an advantage. It only takes two or maybe three drawers for him to find where the cutlery is stored, and he turns back to face you with the glint of a silvery surface catching abundant candlelight.

"First."

Victor gains himself the right to a wish, and you know you'll do anything he says at that moment. He's still carrying a small smile on his face, without showing teeth, just menacing enough to pin you to the counter from a distance. He still prefers the more hands-on approach, and so he takes those few steps to where you're standing, knife still in hand.

He tosses it somewhere on the counter and it lacks the decorum otherwise accompanying his every action. Instead, the hands that crawl all over you are warm and gentle, nothing like the cold blade of a knife. They don’t cut through clothing, but rather make it fall undone in a slower, more lascavious manner.

"Let's take this off…"

To think you were worried about putting on an apron earlier… Victor leaves you down to your underwear, and the last bits of your patience have crumbled to dust by the time he noses your exposed neck. You press yourself more into him, embarrassed at the mewling sounds that fall from your parted lips every time he kisses or sucks at the sensitive skin. He always makes sure to love you throughoutly, no matter how starved he might seem - the gleam in his eyes might trick you into thinking him a beast, but his actions always prove the opposite. His hands run all over your body, grasping and caressing where you want him most, but it's only when he puts you on top of the counter that he strips you down completely in order to please you properly.

He parts your legs with his big sturdy hands, and the trademark chuckle reaches your ears again.

"Ahahaha! Aren't you a dirty girl, getting wet so easily for me? When did that happen? When you kissed me so passionately, or perhaps even earlier? Could it be as soon as we got here?"

Moving to close your legs proves to be futile as Victor's grasp on them prevents you from doing so. There's no point in hiding the obvious, so even with your head turned to the side, you give him an answer.

"I don't know what's gotten into me, I just… I need you, Victor."

"Hmmm…" Victor hums and the sound vibrates low in his throat, "I believe it was my turn to have my wish granted, no?"

You squeeze your eyes shut when his fingertips dance on your belly, making their way down lower and lower.

"And what do you- wish for?" You ask between breaths, trying not to just grab his hand and place it directly where you want it.

Victor looks at you and smiles. "Why, to make you relax of course! Now, if you'd be so kind to let me…"

Unceremoniously, Victor leans down and buries his face between your legs, sending your senses to overdrive with a single sweep of his wicked tongue right across your swollen nub. You groan out his name, but it comes out meekly, troubled by the imaginary danger of someone overhearing you. Even through the fog of immense pleasure coming from Victor's newly-set steady pace, you remind yourself that this shouldn't be the case now - but you still can't let your voice out. It doesn't take long for Victor to notice, and he interrupts his actions to look at you.

"My dear, I need you to tell me how good I'm making you feel."

His gentle voice coaxing the sounds out of you is contrasting with his actions as he shows no mercy on your hot center, making your juices seep out and coat his tongue as he drinks them down hungrily. Victor is a great lover, able to send your head in the clouds with ease, ready to pleasure you for hours on as long as you're able to take more.

You keep your hand in front of your mouth but make sure it doesn't block out the noise, your fingers grazing into the skin of your knuckle just for the sheer need of finding an anchor in this whirlwind of pleasure. You can't stop looking down at Victor, his beautiful long lashes, the slight blush on his smooth cheeks…

"V-Victor- Nhhh, Victor~!" The sound of your own voice embarrasses you as you're not used to hearing it out loud, wanton and obscene like that, and you curl the last syllable into something meeker, softer. It makes him chuckle.

"If that's too much for you, you know how to make me stop." He sing-songs, even if it does little to hide the desire rasping his voice. It awakens a new need inside you, now that you're bare and exposed and things are so unfair - from this angle you don't have a chance of spotting his own arousal and you have to know you're not alone in this uncontrollable desire, heightened by the thrill of the unknown place you found yourself at. It's this that convinces you to make him let go instead of grinding down on his tongue until you find your peak.

Bitting on your bottom lip, you reach out a hand to perform the familiar gesture as Victor laps at you again and again. Your hesitation grants you a bolt of pleasure that drives you dangerously close to the edge, and it's all you need to finally reach for his ponytail and yank him off of you.

"Ahh…" Victor moans at the sensation, knowing fully well he was the one who asked for it and still falling prey to the tantalizing act he loves so much. He straightens himself back up and his lips are glistening with your liquid arousal, so you can't help tracing his bottom lip with your thumb, caressing over the beauty mark. He takes the initiative and kisses you on the spot.

His sweet kiss serves only to distract as Victor makes a quick work of unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his pants. Warm arms wrap around your middle and in answer your snake yours around his neck, whining at the sensation of his diamond-hard cock pressing against your folds so close to where you need it. But Victor doesn't take you just yet, because his strong arms carry you to the table instead.

Your back meets the wooden surface and your legs are spread apart at the knees by a pair of large hands as Victor looks down at you, open and dripping and ready for him. His smile never leaves his face as you sense him giving himself a couple of pumps before aiming for your aching hole.

"Remember to scream my name loudly!"

Victor's sizeable hardness is gradually stuffed inside your tight hole as you find yourself doing anything to prevent his kind request.

"Ahh—"

One of his hands comes to brush yours away but instead you take a strong hold of it, almost enough to bruise him with little crescents left by your nails, in an attempt to keep it over your mouth. As Victor takes his time getting you used to his cock, you put his index finger in your mouth, looking him in the eye as you both test the limits of your patience.

"Be careful now, I don't want you choking on that when I start loving you in the earnest!"

The promise of what is to come sends a shiver down your spine as your mouth is left agape even after the loss of his finger.

"Nhhhh- Victor!" You shout his name as he suddenly picks up the speed, fucking you onto the table and holding you securely into place. You toss your head back and stare at the ceiling, unable to catch your breath as the head of his cock repeatedly prods at your deepest parts.

"My, aren't you starting to relax at long last!" Victor exclaims between heavy breaths, not being one to hide his own sounds of arousal, "Being fucked on the table where such dangerous men used to sit, plotting their next crime…"

Your eyes snap open, insides clenching tightly around Victor's cock, a mere instinct and nothing you have control over. The words sink in, even if you're mostly unable to think straight with your current circumstances. Your brain, high on pleasure hormones, gets creative against your will, until you can almost see playing cards being passed around on the table right where you lay bare; drunken shouts and crude remarks birthing shrill laughter and cigarette smoke dancing in the air to leech thickly onto the curtains.

Your body convulses, but it only serves to shake away the unpleasant visual as it all dissipates like a fog around you until only Victor remains. It makes you want to scream his name louder, to feel his presence domineering over every silly thought in your head. Perhaps it was his plan all along. It's so easy to lower your guard around Victor, around Victor's hearty laugher, around Victor's ever-smiling eyes-

"Nhnnn— Ahhh!! More, give me more!"

You lock your legs around Victor, and the hand reaching out to his shoulder quickly gets naughtier as you tug at the ribbon holding his hair together. Long strands cascade down and frame his form, the ends of it pooling just over your belly and tickling you softly in a very familiar manner - you can't help but miss the dark veil of his hair falling over you every time he's taking you from the front like that. It also makes it easier to tug down on it and make him groan.

"Ahh— You're too naughty, aren't you?"

You can't help it, feeling your climax approaching, wanting to drag Victor into that pit along with you. You chant his name as you care little about letting your voice out anymore, focusing only on the man in front of you and how badly you need to feel him erupt inside you. Your legs locked around his torso prevent him any escape that you know he won't look for anyway, because he only fucks you harder and faster, losing all demure and rhythm as he moans your name in return.

"I'm coming—"

His warning sends you over the edge as hot-white takes over your vision, nerves sparkling with pure pleasure all over as your whole body tremors in copious amounts of ecstasy upon feeling Victor join you suit, his come painting your insides spurt after spurt. He keeps fucking you through it all, half-broken I love you's whispered among other not-so-sweet things that still somehow keep his gentleman persona intact when combined with the soft caresses he places over the small of your back, your body arched and unnoticeably raised from the table to meet his thrusts. He lays you back down carefully, but your arms are still held out and inviting for another embrace, a freshly fucked-out but pouty look on your face to match.

"Hahaha. I'm not going anywhere, cute little robin!"

Still catching your breath, you press clumsy kisses all over his cheeks as he hugs you, and he does the same.

"Victor, that felt…somehow sinful."

"But so good?"

You hum out a sound of agreement, and he giggles in your neck like a naughty child. The peace doesn't last for long, because his next whisper alerts your senses anew.

"What about making something even more sinful now?"

You ask with hesitation and just a tad of curiosity in the mix.

"Like what?"

Victor grins, withdrawing so you can clearly see his closed-eye grin.

"Like adding some eeeeextra butter to those scones! It could be our dirty secret!"

Oh. Your heart should be signaled to calm down now, but the truth is, this is one thing you can't pretend to be a saint about, not when your mouth waters at his words. There's little left to do than to answer your partner in a fashion that matches his antics.

"Yaaaay!"

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A/N: This year, as I deal with a far more limited amount of free time, I want to focus on writing things that really spark something for me. These headcanons, which I started almost 6 months ago, recently came roaring back into my imagination and I decided to go for it.

This is imagining how these suitors would react to their small child entering their bedroom in the middle of the night.

Leon, Sariel, Jin, Keith and Gilbert

WC: 2.2 k

The child's white bedroom door, painted with a silvery moon and twinkling stars, opens slowly, a whisper in the still of the night. A small head pokes out, knuckling sleepily at eyes still heavy with the remnants of dreaming. A look left, then right.

The hall is empty.

Tiny bare feet tiptoe across plush carpeting.

One hand clutches a stuffed animal, the other reaches for the curved handle of your bedroom door and which, on a quiet exhale, opens.

Leon

He is awake the moment the door opens. A light sleeper, he never fails to hear when his daughter enters your bedroom, no matter how quietly she tries to. Even now, he pushes himself up, running a hand through his cacophony of dark hair, watching his offspring step as quietly as possible as she makes her way towards the bed. She’s so concentrated on not making noise that she doesn’t notice he’s already up and watching her until she arrives at the foot of the bed.

“Papa!” Her gasp is half surprise, half disappointment when she realizes he has, as always, heard her. Leon laughs softly, the sound still rough with sleep as he motions for her to come over to his side of the bed. 

“I was trying to be extra, extra quiet.” He offers her his hand and she takes it, climbing into the bed and then into the circle of his arms where he cuddles her close. “You were, peanut. You were very quiet but your father has very, very good ears. Especially at night.” 

Perhaps someday she’ll learn why. How good hearing and light sleeping could mean the difference between life and death in the slave pens. But not tonight. Tonight she snuggles into his embrace, clutching her brown bear with his black and red cape to her chest. 

“Shall I bring you back to your bed?” He brushes several dark locks of hair that have escaped her braid away from her plump cheek, his golden eyes warm with affection. His daughter stifles a yawn. “Can I stay here tonight, with you and Mama?” 

How can he say no? “Of course.” He shifts her, tucking her in close against his side where she curls up like a kitten, warm and content. Leon sighs, his heart fuller than he ever imagined it could be, before closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep.

Sariel

He looks up from the paperwork on his lap when the bedroom door slowly opens. One glance at the clock on his nightstand and he knows exactly who dares enter his room, unannounced, in the middle of the night.

His son, hair dark as onyx, eyes as bright as violets, peeks around the door to see his father sitting up in bed, reading by the soft light of an oil lamp. 

“I see you, little one.” The child gives up stealth and hurries into his parents’ room, climbing up the foot of the bed and crawling his way across the velvety covers up to Sariel, careful not to jostle you while you are sleeping. He settles in next to his father, peering at the sheaf of papers still in his hands. “Why are you still up, Papa? It’s so late.”

Sariel glances down at his son, his lips curved in a soft shadow of a smile. “You know what? You are correct. It is very late.” He carefully removes his glasses, placing them in a safe spot on his nightstand and then sets the missives and letters and parchments beside them. He extends his arms and his son happily accepts the silent invitation, burrowing into his father’s embrace, clutching his soft, stuffed snake with the onyx eyes close to his little chest. “We’ll go to sleep together, ok Papa?”

Sariel reaches out, extinguishing the warm light and then shifts, dipping his head to press a kiss to his son’s midnight hair. “A sound plan, son.” He closes his eyes, contentment flowing through him like the soft waves of the ocean. “A very sound plan.”

Jin

He freezes, lifting his head from your neck, his large hand going still on the sensitive skin of your hip. As involved as he may be with you, he has excellent hearing and the opening of the door is as loud in its whisper as a gust of howling wind. He feels the soft huff of air against his cheek as you reign in your galloping heart. Things were just getting good.... With a groan, a mixture of disappointment and the dying embers of desire, he sits up as you adjust your nightgown and tilts his head at the small outline in the doorway.

“Yes, Princess? What is it?”

“I heard a noise. In my wardrobe. I think there’s a monster in there.” Her voice is small, almost tentative as it floats through the darkened bedroom. Jin pushes back his covers, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. He reaches back, squeezing your hand, a gesture that says I’ve got this, before getting up and walking toward his daughter. "Alright little lady, let's go investigate." She slips her small hand in his, clutching her stuffed baby eagle close as they make their way back to her bedroom.

Stepping inside, she pulls her hand away from his and points to the white and lavender closet. “In there, Papa.” Her garnet-colored eyes are wide as Jin clears his throat, fixing a scowl on his face as he faces the wooden doors.

“Listen up. This is Prince Jin speaking and any and all monsters hiding in this wardrobe better leave RIGHT now or else you’ll have to answer to me!”

“Yeah!”, she adds helpfully, eyes narrowing as she glares at the wardrobe, a mirror image of her father.

Jin reaches forward and flings open one door, then the other. Inside are all her dresses and coats. Her shoes all lined up neatly along the bottom. A few stockings peek out of small drawers and her wooden training sword and shield with Jin's crest lean against the side, askew. Jin searches through the clothing, stands on his toes to check the top shelves. He makes a show of it, incredibly thorough and yet serious. Then he turns around to face his daughter. “Looks like any monsters are long gone. And they won’t be coming back.”

A smile like the dawn breaks over her face and she rushes towards him. He leans down and catches her in his arms, holding her tightly against his broad chest. “Thank you, Papa. No monster would ever be stupid enough to come back now!” 

Jin carries her back to her white four-poster bed, grinning as he lays her down amongst her fluffy pillows and pulls the soft covers up to her chest. “Nope, not when they know they have to deal with me.” He glances over his shoulder at the wardrobe. “But how about tomorrow, we go to the knights training grounds and you bring your sword and shield. We can work on your swordsmanship so any monster knows to be just as afraid of you too.”

She grins, nodding eagerly. “Good idea!”

Her enthusiasm has him returning her grin and he leans down, running a large hand over the soft chestnut of her hair. “Alright then. Get some sleep so you’re ready for tomorrow.” She snuggles down into the warmth of her blankets, stifling a yawn even as she rolls over. “I love you, Papa.” He swallows for a moment at the lump of emotion that suddenly swells his throat. “I love you too. Princess. So much.”

Keith

Little feet whisper across dark green carpeting, continuing their journey to his side of the bed. “Papa,” she whispers, tugging on his covers, her stuffed deer dangling from her grip on its antlers. Keith inhales, his handsome face frowning in his sleep as her voice cuts through the fog of dreaming. But he doesn’t wake up yet. However, his daughter is nothing but insistent. She pats his upper arm, clearing her throat and speaking again, this time louder. “Papa. Wake up.”

His golden eyes open slowly and he blinks as he returns to the here and now. The sight of her, with her ashen blond hair and your intelligent eyes, has him sitting up in bed, the last misty tendrils of dreaming vanishing like fog in the sunlight.

“Yes, darling? What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” 

She glances to your empty side of the bed. “I miss Mama.” Those words send his heart spinning, leaving a trail of ache inside his chest as he nods slowly. “I do too. But you remember how she had to go back to Rhodolite. I promise, she’ll be home again soon. Just a few more days.” He reaches for her hand, his thumb running soothingly over her knuckles, marveling at the tininess of her fingers, the softness of her skin. She speaks again, her voice compressed by sadness. “I still miss her.”

He sighs as she hangs her small head, curls covering her face. Then he has an idea. Slowly he gets out of bed and leads her by the hand across the room to the heavy glass doors of the balcony off of the bedroom, his favorite place in the palace to stargaze. Keeping a secure hold of her hand, he slides open one heavy glass door and then walks with her to the large brass telescope. “Take a look in there,” he murmurs, kneeling as he adjusts the eyepiece for her. He wraps one arm around her middle, holding her close. “Can you see it?”

She leans forward slightly. “It’s blurry.” Carefully he adjusts the focuser until he hears her breath catch. “Oh it’s so pretty!” She stares through the telescope in wonder at the bright star, brilliant in its silvery-blue light. 

“That,” he says softly, almost dreamlike, “is your mother’s favorite star.” Gently he pulls her away from the telescope and points upwards. “You can see it without the telescope just there, see the three stars just in a row?” She nods emphatically. “It’s the one all the way to the right.” He pauses, resting his chin tenderly on her small shoulder. “When you miss Mama at night, like you do now, you can look up at the sky and find her favorite star. It may make you feel better.”

She turns around and wraps her arms around Keith’s neck, hugging him with all her might. “Thank you, Papa.” He hugs her close, this walking embodiment of his heart, and smiles.

Gilbert

He is already sitting up when his daughter approaches the bed, her stuffed tiger tucked under her arm. He heard the opening of the door and knew who it was immediately. No one else would ever dare to enter his bedroom in the middle of the night without fearing for their life.

“It’s past midnight, Mäuschen. Why are you wandering through the shadows?” His voice is a gentle that only you and those very close to Gilbert have ever heard. A genuine softness like the blanket of dusk as it falls over the land, the protective moon whispering as it cradles a favorite star. His daughter sighs, pushing away a stray lock of dark hair. “I’m hungry.”

He laughs quietly, his chin tilting down as he regards her. He speaks quietly, not wanting to wake you. You need rest after all, so close to the birth of your second child. He gets up, slipping on his black silk robe and then holds out his hand. She takes hold of it, wrapping her cool little fingers tightly around him and then pauses. “Wait a moment, Papa.” Turning back to the bed, she carefully places her stuffed tiger next to you where you sleep. “Watch out for Mama,” she orders sternly and doesn’t notice the bright gleam in Gilbert’s eyes as he smiles at her protective gesture. She turns, grabbing his hand and nods. “Ok Papa, fertig.” Ready.

He leads her out of the bedroom and a short walk down the hall to his office. Once inside, he walks over to his massive wooden desk, made of the finest dark walnut, and leans forward, turning on the desk lamp. He settles into his chair, into the crimson velvet cushioned seat and motions for her to join him. The Obsidian princess climbs into his lap, eyes bright as she looks at him expectantly. “Shh…this is our secret,” he murmurs, tapping his finger on the end of her nose. She grins slowly and nods. “Versprochen, Papa.” I promise. One arm holds her close as he leans down and opens a bottom drawer. Inside is a small round tin which he takes out and sets on his desk, next to the missives and parchments waiting for him come morning light.

“Go ahead,” he says encouragingly and she leans forward, carefully working the lid off with chubby fingers and then he feels her straighten up in excitement when its contents are revealed. She reaches in and pulls out a hearty oatmeal and raisin biscuit. The cookie is nearly at her lips when she pauses, thoughtfully. Shifting in his lap, she turns to face him and then holds it up. “Do you want a bite, Papa?” Her generosity has him smiling, a warmth like no other brightening his heart as he pretends to consider. “You don’t mind sharing?” She shakes her head, several loose, dark curls framing a face that is the youthful echo of yours. He leans forward and bites off a tiny corner, then leans back with a satisfied sigh. “Mama makes the best biscuits.” 

She bites into the same cookie with much less restraint and then smiles, chewing happily. “Mm hm.” She leans back against his chest and he wraps his arms around her as she continues munching. “Just this one and then it's back to bed with you, little mouse.” She nods, mouth too full to answer and focus far too lost in the pleasure of her treat to respond verbally. Gilbert sighs, turning to rest his cheek against the top of her head. He is utterly and completely at peace.

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[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

MO'S FANFIC BEAUTYFYING MASTERCLASS!👩‍🏫

So it seems like you guys like how I do my banners and layouts on @xxsycamore ! I wanted to share a few tips about making similar ones, along with some of my observations on their importance! Be warned, some of the screenshots I'll use to illustrate my point will be of my smut fics! This post is intended for the ikemen series community. While the tips could be found useful for other fandoms as well, it's important to note that it's only this fandom that I've taken into account and because of that my observations could be unreliable if you chose to follow my advice outside of the fandom!

The importance

First of all, a good layout is a subjective term. Second, a "good" layout is not guaranteed to boost your fic's popularity. Not all of us are able to put the time and effort into fancy banners and dividers, but the good news is, you don't really need them! You should always strive to do only as much as you can without straining yourself. Here you can see a minimal effort fic layout vs one that took 30~ minutes to put together, both posted around the same time, both having a similar reception when it comes to notes! Keep in mind that a layout is just one of the many factors to take into account for your fic's popularity status, and you shouldn't obsess with it either way.

2. The minimum: Banner + Title

Not everyone checks out every single post on their dash while they scroll! I follow around 1100 people and while not all of them are active, it's easy to miss a post that could as well have been the best thing I'd see that day. Your brain recognizes what a typical fanfiction post looks like - a rectangular picture with a title above/underneath, followed by text. As long as you scroll past a post with a similar construction and you're interested, you might want to scroll back and check it out.

3. Banners

The information that you get from a banner is typically about the character(s) featured in the fic. Using the example above, you'll see that a simple cropped picture of the character gets the job done! (an in-game sprite at that, not a fancy card photo)

If you decide to use a card, you can browse google for a good one of your character(s). I try to select a card that depicts something similar to what's happening in my fic, either the action or the "vibes" (daytime or nighttime, outside or indoors, canon or modern, etc.), but sometimes it's better to choose the one that will look good instead of the one that's more fitting.

Finding cards of good quality is also challenging, and I'd advise you to avoid blurry/low-quality banners even if those would be best fitting.

Stick to the rectangular horizontal format if possible. I like square banners sometimes, but it's better when you can see the whole layout at once!

4. Editing the banners & photo coloring

If you decide you want to go out all, you'll need a photo editing app or a program. I use one called Snow which is mainly for selfies but gets the job done. It has many filters to choose from, but inputting text there could be a hassle sometimes. Another one I use is Pixlr. Yeah, I couldn't let it go ever since the days it was just a website...it's been about 10 years but I still rely on it (now as an app) for some stuff, like cropping down images with very big height to width ratio (like thin strips for dividers). In very rare instances I use my (paid) art program, Clip Studio Paint. I know that many people use Canva for their banners but I can't get used to it, I guess it's not my thing, haha. That's why you should see what works for you. I prefer a certain amount of limitation, like having filters to choose from, simply because I don't want to think too much about it and to be able to spend too much time on it (I'm a perfectionist)...

Maybe you just want to give your picture some nice coloring, nothing too much, just a slight change of tone that it's noticeable but not in a screaming way. There are still some things to avoid, mainly old-looking filters. I'm talking about the ones that were mainstream on Instagram during the last decade, the pinkish sepia one for instance. Ones that have too high exposure value and make the bright parts practically glow are not a good look either, same for the too dark ones. Making the character unrecognizable is also not good, and some filters can do that, especially in the case where they have fair hair and the filter makes it appear as another color. Again, those examples are bad only in my own opinion and could look good in certain circumstances or if it's a desired look!

Here's the collage for the banner used for my fic Nine Nights (MDNI) before the filter (first picture), a variation I did but scrapped (second pic) and the one I went with in the end (third pic). While the bottom pic is in contrast with what I said about making characters unrecognizable, here I rely on the fact that it's enough that it's obvious this will feature all of the Crown members just by looking at the bunch of them. I liked how the colors pop up, almost as if each one gets assigned a theme color (interestingly I didn't pick the cards for that purpose), and it's just a pretty coloring in my opinion as a whole. I achieved this by tweaking the RGB values from the "Curves" tool in Snow.

Another cool thing to do with your banner is adding transparent elements in it, like how I did with this one (see it from the link below, it's not depicted here on the pics). The thing is, this could be very energy-consuming, you'll need an app/program that can do that as not all of them work with transparent images, and in the end, it could be just barely noticeable. But it can be fun from time to time.

5. Titles

A title is the other main element of your fic's layout and it should stand out. If you hate coming up with titles (understandable...) you can just put a "(character) x reader fluff", for instance. If you look at the example in point 1, I simply used the character's name in place of a title! It doesn't have to be a stressful aspect of putting your fic out there. As a side note, you can try centering your title simply by putting some spaces at the front, but leaving it aligned to the right could be a stylistic choice.

6. Colored text

This one is very optional but good if you want to fancy it up. Tumblr already gives you a bunch of colors to pick from and you can make use of them if they fit the style of your fic, but they're very limited. Luckily we can use just any color we want. (This only works on the fonts tumblr supports! The ones you can choose from when you highlight a text) Unfortunately, the way to do this will make you work with the HTML editor which you can access at the top right corner of your post editing screen (from desktop, click the settings, scroll down to Post editor) and things might seem pretty scary if this is your first time looking there. It's not too hard! You need to use a site that takes your desired piece of text, lets you select colors, and then gives you a code that once pasted in the HTML editor will make it colored when switching back to the Rich text editor. Here's the one I use because it also allows me to blend colors. At the bottom right of the page, I put the text in the first box, select the colors, and upon clicking Run it gives me the code in the bottom box. I use colored text for my title, and sometimes for my information tags.

7. Information tags

This is how I refer to the part of your layout dedicated to showing the pairings, genre, content warnings and wordcount of your fic. This is all optional even to add in the first place. I personally don't bother too much with beautifying that part, but a good tip is using some kind of symbol to separate these pieces of information if they're all in the same paragraph (I use big dots), or to place in front of them if they're in different rows (like bullet points). This gives a lot of creative freedom for text art, you should explore it if that's your thing!

8. Fonts & font size

You can experiment with Tumblr's fonts, or you can look for more fonts online - here's a handy site. It's good to find one that is legible enough. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. Again, be warned, those fonts that are outside of tumblr's post editor cannot be colored (as far as I'm aware of)

You can spell your title in all caps if you deem that's a good look for your fic.

Play around with bolds and italics instead of making everything a different font.

The "Biggest" font option here on the editor is not the best one to use as it's simply too big. Big title fonts should be avoided if your title doesn't fit in a single row.

Having different font sizes for different things in your layout can be eye-catching! Besides the obvious upscaling of the title, you can also upscale your information tags. Using small text is also nice and prevents your post from getting too long, but this should only be done for the part of the fic that is not the fic itself. Small text could be harsh on the eyes if it's in big quantities.

9. Dividers

Dividers are another crucial part of a fancy layout! They divide different parts of your layout, like the information tags and the fic's body. There are tons of styles to choose from. Some people like to use dividers that spell out something, like a "minors DNI" warning, a "support your creatives" reminder, the name of the character featured in the fic... You can make your own set of dividers for repeated use. I like to use very thin lines which I color differently according to the fic's theme colors. I also find dividers online, mostly here on tumblr, as there are tons of them if you look them up. It's important to use dividers which are marked free to use, or to otherwise credit their creators.

10. Additional tips

Use gifs. Everything that moves is eye-catching. But don't go overboard with it - one or two moving objects on your layout is plenty. They shouldn't be put too close to the fic's body too, as people might find it distracting. Avoid flashing and glitching gifs, or if you use those and you deem it necessary, tag the post with an epilepsy warning. You can make your banners into gifs by putting a moving filter on them, making it into a video, and turning the video into a gif (the site I use for this is called ezgif and it has plenty of other options for working with gifs and videos), and you can also make or find gif dividers.

Banner themes are nice, but they don't always look good. I'm talking about making a series of banners (like for a bunch of fics made for the same creative challenge) look the same, with the same coloring and filters. I used to make all my banners purple to follow my blog's tumblr theme but I realized not everyone looks good in purple...

Try adding a synopsis for your fic! I know, this is worse than coming up with a title, but we love flipping the book over to look at the synopsis before jumping into it. Keep it very short and try beautifying it with symbols or fancy quotation marks.

Use the "intended" font from the tumblr post editor to make your information tags or synopsis stand out and shrink the overall length of the post!

Put the body of your fic under a "read more" (the last option when you hit a new row in the post editor). This is very important, especially if you're writing smut - you wouldn't want to make people scroll through all of that if they're not in the mood for it. Putting your whole fic on the dash doesn't make it more likely for people to stop and read it, or at least that's just how I see it.

Use emojis! Emojis stand out!

Take inspiration from other people. Get out of your bubble and look at how other fandoms do it, but obviously don't steal.

11. Final thoughts

Making this post felt weird to me! I was motivated by my mutuals complimenting my layouts but also because some of them said "they can't do that" and I wanted to show them it's easy. I also wanted to show them it's not that important and that they shouldn't stress over it at all! At the end of the day it's your fic that matters, not how pretty you can make it work. But instead of simplifying it, I ended up with this massive post of 11 parts, and now it looks scarily big. It's not, okay! I went too much into detail at times, and I want to stress once again that it's all optional anyway. I, personally, don't follow all of this advice. I don't go through the 10 steps of constructing my layout every time I'm about to post a fic. I typically post my fics just before going to bed, and 99% of the time I need it to happen ASAP because it's that late in the night. It's a way to beat my perfectionism, really, and I find it to work for me. I also already have these steps tested and memorized so it all happens quickly and mechanically for me. Making the layout is extremely fun for me and this is my sole driving force for putting in the effort. At the same time, I remind myself not to go overboard because it's stupid to focus on it more than on the fic itself. I love ao3 because everything looks equal on there, but I also love tumblr because I can unleash my creativity in one additional way.

In the process of making this post, I started to wonder if it seems like I'm making this out to be way more important and difficult than it really is, and I want to assure you that this is not my intention at all!

My only hope is that this proves to be helpful for whoever feels like they can use some of the information above. If it leads to just 1 additional note to those criminally underrated fics I see, then I'd be beyond happy!

Have fun posting your fics :)

[ikemenlibrary]

Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!

A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love

The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday! 

This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!

Main Info:

Event: Gift Exchange

Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution

Creation time: January 19 - February 16 Gift sharing: February 17-18

You can sign up for the exchange here

The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.

You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list. 

If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host)  know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.

Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.

When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**

Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3

Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!

If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)

Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**

Can’t wait to see you all soon!

**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.

The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words

The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))

This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form

You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress. 

This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being

[wintermoonwritings]

NOT AGAIN!!!! Part 2!

Winter: Hi everyone! whoever has read my part 1 of 'NOT AGAIN!' series, they would be aware that in that story I portrayed a scenario of what if Clavis's kid, was like Chevalier in nature! in this part two, I will do a reverse scenario, 'What if Chevalier's child was like Clavis?'

Genre: Fluff!, fanfiction.

It took a while to realise, not for Chevalier, no no, not him, the moment he saw his babygirl's eyes (Eva is the name of the babygirl in this scenario) he saw that glint, that mischiveous glint he saw in Clavis's eyes when he saw him for the first time. He mentally sighed, he loved Eva but handling another prankster is going to be draining.

It took a while for Clavis to realise that his beautiful neice was actually like him! it was a beautiful sunny morning, Clavis pranced around the garden happily, humming sweet songs wondering how will he prank Yves today! suddenly everything shifted!!!

He found himself lying in a pit, his eyes gazing at the clouds and birds passing by. what...? HOW!? WHEN!??? AND WHERE!??? When in the world did he dig up this pit!? and did he even do this!? surely he would remember if he did that! then how and why? he looked up and saw a tiny figure, a toddler with a shovel, she was in a white poofy dress, her blond hair reaching till her waist, cute puffy cheeks out, her blue eyes glinting with mischief, indeed her face was expressionless much like her father, she looked like a beautiful ice doll. EVA!?

Clavis gasps and then starts laughing hysterically, oh wow! wonderful! the hellcat just found himself a partner in crime! He comes out and hugs the toddler, hoisting her up! oh you are wonderful my dear! don't worry! your uncle Clavis will teach you all my ways to prank people! do you wish to do it on your father? The five year old girl kicks her feet in excitement and nods, finally smiling elated.

The next day, When Chevalier enters his faction's work room, he sees a "wonderful" spectacle! monkeys everywhere around the room, all blank sheets scattered and fallen to the ground, in the middle of the room at his desk he sees a note, Dear, Chevie! hahaha! we have kidnapped your horse, Lucien and your sword, leave 100 chocolates at the garden at 5 pm by today evening or else forget your things existed! Team Hellcats.

The letter was signed anonymously, Chevalier takes a deep breath and sighs loudly, does nothing and walks to his private library, muttering "Fools".

The next thing they knew, Clavis and Eva are cleaning the mess of their faction's work room, after apologizing to Lucien and Chevalier's horse and also the monkeys, of course they were forced to, Clavis was also forced to sharpen and polish Chevalier's sword manually as an extra punishment for teaching his babygirl wrong manners. Thus ends the story of the two pranksters. One day gone, many more to come.

Winter: Tried my best but I wonder if it was good enough like the first of this series. Lots of love and thank you for reading!

[randonauticrap]

Excuse me, if anyone asks, my body now belongs to Aqua. For obvious reasons.

Tempting the Beast - Chevalier Michel x MC - Ikemen Prince (NSFW)

Author's Note: I'll be using dialogue prompts from @xxsycamore list that can be found HERE.

Prompts: “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tempt me like that?” and “I’ll give you five seconds to reconsider.”

“Prince Chevalier!” I gasped loudly, hoping my tone wouldn’t betray me. “So sorry for the intrusion, I was not expecting to find you out here tonight.”

Even with his back to me, Chevalier’s imposing figure was unmistakable. His elegant cloak billowing behind him in the gentle evening breeze, he barely turned before addressing me. “You’re fooling no one,” he stated simply. As a faint flush colored my cheeks, I was momentarily pleased for once that he was not looking towards me.

“Was my brother that horrible an escort to send you running out here?” he asked as he turned around, amusement alight in his eyes.

“Clavis?” I scoffed. “No, he’s a wonderful date. I’ll have to thank whoever suggested I bring him this evening.” Sarcasm dripped from every word I spat out.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, a smug smile spreading on his lips.

I bit my lip, swallowing my desire to wipe that smile away. “And what had you escaping out here?”

“No reason. Just wanted some quiet…” His gaze landed on me. “But I’m not getting that now, am I?” I quickly looked away, hoping he couldn’t see the flush filling my face one again.

“You didn’t think anyone would follow you out here?”

He shook his head. “No one would dare.” He grinned at me proudly, his bright blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “They’re all afraid of the Brutal Beast.”

“Everyone that is, but you.” His voice is low and sultry as he approached me. His finger traced a line from my jaw down the column of my neck. I closed my eyes, sighing, enthralled by his simple touch. I didn’t hide my reaction; why bother, when he could read me like a book anyway?

Looking up at him, I tilted my head and exposed my neck. “Only a simpleton like you wouldn’t be afraid.” He huffed out a soft laugh and took another step closer to me. I couldn’t help but notice his gaze had fallen upon my exposed neck. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tempt me like that?”

I turned around, resting my hands on the ornate stone balustrade, and overlooked the vast expanse of lush greenery. “No,” I called out. Cocking my head slightly, I was able to see Chevalier from the corner of my eye, still standing where I left him. “It’s a terrible idea. Lousy idea.” My eyebrows were raised in a quiet challenge, betraying my words.

The stars twinkled in the clear night sky over the enchanted garden, the once quiet breeze now charged with electricity. An otherwise serene setting, save for the beast quietly stalking me. I closed my eyes just for a moment; a slight thrill flowed through me, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he pounced.

His steps were so silent, it wasn’t until I felt his warm breath on my neck that I knew he had me.

“I’ll give you five seconds to reconsider.” A veiled threat, he teased. We both knew I wouldn’t reconsider.

Caged in his arms and pinned to the cold, stone balustrade, I barely brushed my body against his. Just enough to send him a message.

I felt the smile on his lips as his teeth grazed the delicate skin on my neck. Leaning my head back, I melted into his body as he marked me as his.

“Are you so foolish you think you have tamed me?”

“Of course not,” I replied, lacing my fingers in his, guiding his arms around my waist.

I yelped as he pressed his body tight against mine, pushing me against the cold stone of the balustrade. With his mouth still pressed against my throat, one hand began to hike up the skirt of my dress. My body slackened, succumbing to all desires, and gave up all control to the beast behind me.

“Scream as loud as you like, no one will hear you,” his husky voice purred in my ear as he slid a finger inside me. “In fact, I encourage it.” Moans of pleasure escaped my lips as his fingers twisted and twirled, his teasing unrelentless.

Embraced by my lover, my body was at his mercy. Rapture rippled through me as Chevalier's body joined mine, the beast finally claiming his prey. Every touch from his hands, from his mouth, from his hips, stoked the fire blazing in my belly. Until all that was left was the embers of euphoria and my name on his lips and his on mine. 

"You truly are a beast." My voice was breathless, my body boneless. 

"Ah, you're finally learning," he laughed, his smile taunting me. Turning me around to face him, he brought his hand to my hair, and began to unpin it.

I tried to swat him away. "I'll have you know I spent a long time fixing my hair like that. Only for you to mess it up now?"

"And give my brother the pleasure, the satisfaction, of claiming these marks as his? I can't allow that." His fingers gently grazed those marks as he finished fixing my hair so the marks were suitably covered. "Run along now," he whispered, caressing my shoulders. "I'll be in the library later, should you...need me."

He brushed a soft kiss on my forehead before turning,  leaving me flustered, alone under the stars and the moon. With one arm wrapped around my waist, I smiled as my other reached for my neck, my fingers tracing my mark, his mark. 

[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

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.

[omkookie]

Make You Mine.

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Yandere themes

A scenario in which Yandere!Gilbert thwarts the Reader's wedding. This idea was given to me by a lovely anon quite a long time ago and I just found the draft for it.

He steps onto the venue, his cane loudly hitting the shiny floors beneath it with an audible 'tap' each step he takes. The guests all turn their heads towards the intruder and go pale when they see his face.

Gilbert von Obsidian.

There he stood- The devil of Obsidian himself, with a cane in hand accompanied with a sharp look in his crimson eyes. Despite his smiling face, some of the attendees of your wedding shivered in unease.

"Oho, The villain has come to steal the bride." He announces, looking right at you without sparing a single glance at your fiance.

"Prince Gilbert—" Your fiance says in disbelief, a frown etching itself upon his handsome face. You look at Gilbert with shock, your eyes as wide as saucers. "Gil?" You muttered in disbelief.

"Well, he sure made a bigger impression than any of my pranks could have." Clavis says bitterly, a frown of unease resting upon his face. Clavis studies Gilbert cautiously, not allowing himself to let his guard down for even a moment despite his carefree demeanor. "Hehe, You'd have to try harder. Maybe I'll help you pull some pranks." Gilbert's smile never falters as he replies to Clavis. He steps up to you and takes your hand into his, his black attire the complete opposite of yours.

"Gilbert. What are you doing here? You sure made quite the appearance by scaring most of my guests." You chided him lightly while pushing his hand away and trying to free yourself from his grip.

"I heard my little bunny has decided to marry one of my old friend Chevalier's cousins." He says in an exaggerated manner as he puts on a hurt expression, "You can do better you know. I can't believe you'd settle down for so little." He sighs.

"Especially when I'm here for you. It would bring your kingdom peace to marry me instead." He adds, causing a pit of unease to form in your stomach.

The guests all start whispering in a panic, Clavis glaring sharp daggers at Gilbert while Rio decided to interject since he's both the bridesmaid and best man.

"Excuse me Mister "Better option". Can't you tell you're crushing my dear MC's wedding right now? Such proposals are made before a bride gets married to her groom!!! NOT during the time she's getting married." Rio reprimanded Gilbert even though he looked heartbroken you were getting married.

Gilbert taps his cane, ignoring him.

"Listen here, Rhodolite. I'll make things quick." Gilbert states as he looks over at Chevalier, the new king of Rhodolite.

"Give me the little bunny or I'll destroy your country.", He looks over at you next, his voice sweet but dripping with venom as he looks at your wedding dress and says, "I'd do anything to make you mine"

Gunshots heard in the background further supported his statement as guards fell dead and guests panicked....

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[xxsycamore]

BREATHLESS

╰┈➤🖤 He's completely ruined you. In his absence, you'll never be able to give yourself even a fraction of the pleasure he's made your body get used to.

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader; • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Bathroom Sex; Bath Sex Love Bites; Biting; Marking; Spoilers for under his eyepatch; Teasing; Light Temperature Play; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Hair-pulling; Asphyxiation; Breathplay (for Gilbert) (and he's still in a dominating position while doing it); Overstimulation; Multiple Orgasms; Vaginal Sex; Corruption Kink; Creampie; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,377 • masterlist

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE DEAREST SWEETEST @scummy-writes !!!!!!!!! I had a blast with this, but once again, why can't you have a normal guy HAHAH. This wasn't in my writing bingo for the year and I really really hope I succeeded in finding something you haven't thought about! Again, you deserve the world. Thank you for being my friend, I love you so much <3

"Where do you want the next one to be?"

Your teeth dig into your lower lip. Despite Gilbert's attempts to pry your mouth open and make you sing for him, every next action of his only incites you to want to oppose him more.

The bathtub's water embraces your lower body so nicely; you want to fully sink in its warmness but Gilbert's hands on your waist prevent you from doing so. He holds you upright in his lap, nice and secure and without escape. The water that still hasn’t dried on your skin only serves to irritate, emphasizing your nakedness almost - the slight chill of the air inside the bathroom both welcomed and unpleasing, depending on Gilbert's wish to manipulate the sensation. The taut perks on your chest remain hard like little pebbles rubbing against Gilbert's naked front despite the heat that rushes to your cheeks when he purposedly moves your body on his lap, maneuvering you by straightening you up when you descend unnoticeably in your haze.

Futilely, you grasp at the water, but it's nothing like the sea of silk that is his bed. Your fist unclenches and you disturb the surface by lifting your hand in the air again. Your new tactic is silence, and it never works on him, but you're prone to making the same mistakes again and again and he likes that about you.

Slowly, your own finger traces a line down the junction of your neck and your shoulder, but not how Gilbert would do it. There's a stark lack of decisiveness, but eventually, you halt the movement, your finger becoming the pointer he requested.

"I told you, you have to tell me where you want it."

Gilbert is looking at you, but he's not looking you straight in the eye. In the clear pool of aquamarine on his left side you can always catch a bit more of your reflection, and you might have become quite the sight for him. From the lip that's still caught between your teeth, Gilbert's eyes travel a little lower and are lost somewhere on the constellation of marks he left on your skin; connecting them with his gaze one by one in the order he placed them.

"I see that you've found a blank spot, but what about it? You have to be more clear."

His gaze returns on yours and your eyelids fall closed because facing him is enough as it is. A deep breath and you repeat the same thing you've said more than a couple of times now. Somehow, it's still not that easy.

"Here… Mark me here next."

"Oh? Would you look at that, you still want more. I have no choice but to comply with your wish."

It's cruel. He's the one who promised you a reward if you play long enough for his liking, but he won't tell you how long that would be. You have to guess when the number of marks satisfies him, and then tell him to stop. He must be having fun with this. Every next mark makes it more interesting - are you being a smart little girl, thinking only about ensuring your success - or are you perhaps only putting that front on while relishing in the opportunity to be greedy with no responsibility? It's a dark thing, how alluring it is to be stripped of shame under the assumption that what you do is not voluntary.

Gilbert latches onto your neck, and your back arches because it's already too much. It's not only the sensation on your neck that rips that reaction out of you, it's the fact that once again you can feel his cock throb underneath you. You can feel it coming to live each and every time he's marking you, and the chain reaction makes your own arousal pulse neglected between your legs. You can't stand still, and you're not trying either. It's as if you're praying that if you shift and tremble enough in Gilbert's arms, his cock that is continuously poking your puffed-up folds would somehow slip in.

The suction on your skin becomes too much and you whine, so he lets go with an audible little pop.

"Hehe. You look beautiful like that, little rabbit. Let's move to the next one."

He readjusts you in his lap again, forcing you down from where you've ascended, trapping his cock against your belly now and resetting your progress.

The next one? Through your haze, the warning bells go off in your head. Though the focus of your sensations has traveled low on your body, you still can feel it - the slight stinging of a dozen lovemarks that had bloomed on your skin in signal red. There's barely room for more. You have to put an end to this.

"I… had enough."

"Oh?"

Gilbert's little smile is unreadable as ever, and the way he stops petting the small of your back doesn't help getting any cues.

"The question is, did I have enough?"

Breathing disrupted by the heartbeat you skipped, you let out something like an impatient sigh as Gilbert hums and lets the sound vibrate against your chest.

"Let's say I did."

And the next sound that comes out of your mouth is colored a bit more as relief, even if it fuels a far greater impatience when the meaning sinks in. You look at him with expectation.

Gilbert places a chaste kiss against your nape that serves to distract as he moves from his position. You find yourself on the spot he used to be, back now pressing against the end of the tub and Gilbert kneeling in front of you.

"Of course, I have a befitting reward for you. I promise to make you scream in pleasure."

His voice drips of wanton even through his composure, as he lifts your left leg to prop it on the tub's edge. His hand travels down your naval until his thumb ghosts over your neglected nub, and Gilbert lets out a soft coo of pity when your legs jerk by a mere stroke of his finger. He repeats the motion until your head lolls to the side, eyelids falling shut once more, and he lowers himself to your heat.

The sensation of his hot tongue makes shivers run through you, and in the shock, you open your eyes and try to regain some of your reason. The instinct to shut your legs is one thing, but you're now also trying to keep your pelvis elevated because of the water.

Gilbert raises his head slightly, and water drips down his chin alluringly.

"Aren't you a bit too tense? You should let go. Relax your muscles and let me reveage you."

His wicked tongue flicks against your clit before he sucks down on it. Riding out the continuous wave of pleasure, you press yourself more onto him, and catch a glimpse of the water enveloping him just up to his mismatched eyes. He must be holding his breath because he doesn't as much as flinch at the loss of air.

You moan over his words, but even in a whisper, you can still string them together in your imagination. It's nothing he hasn't said before, but even if you try to listen, the last thing you want is to get in his way of pleasuring you - it's selfish but you can't help it, he's the one who did this to you. The weakness in your fingers is apparent but you still try your best to hold onto the edge of the tub and use the leverage.

"What's wrong? Normally when I pleasure you like this you'd entangle your fingers in my hair and push my head down. Why the hesitation?"

Your half-lidded eyes still widen in shock at his words. Does he know what he's asking for? This is too dangerous, you don't want to accidentally hurt him by letting him inhale water.

Reluctant, your left hand finds its way to the disheveled mess of black hair on top of his head. You take note of those small strands framing his face that have curled up just a tad from the humidity in the bathroom and how adorable it looks on him, even when his actions are anything but. It's fine though, placing your hand there - because this can work in your favor, so long as you exert self-control.

Gilbert is satisfied with your decision because he rewards you with another delightful suction of your clit. It's short-lived, however, because all too quickly he switches to those unnerving kitten-licks over your hole that never extend to the place that needs them most.

The tip of Gilbert's tongue catches into your entrance and you moan out his name. You want more, more, more, but he's already been down there for a few seconds too long, and despite yourself, you tug on his hair.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Please don't stop!"

There's a second or two in which Gilbert's taken aback by your enthusiasm, but he smirks as soon as he calculates the torture you're inflicting on yourself. You know that look. He can't have any of that now.

"You're truly adorable, aren't you? Even though I told you to leave yourself to me…"

For a moment you expect him to deprive you from freely moving your hands, to leave you without a choice, but instead, he simply goes back to pleasuring you. It succeeds at shaking your composure as you barely can take much longer, and the hand buried in Gilbert's hair trembles.

He sucks on your clit again and before you know it, a lightning bolt of pleasure whips through your entire form, making your muscles spasm all over as a series of broken cries of Gilbert's name spill from your lips.

Water splashes over the edge of the tub and your lower body grinds down on its source of pleasure uncontrollably, the sensation of ten crescents digging into the flesh of your hips to keep you in place only heightens the pleasure as the dull pain they bring clashes with the copious amount of satisfaction. Hot white takes over your vision and you're left feeling weightless, falling down into the abyss after being toyed with for so long, being left dangling around that edge for so long.

Cough, cough, cough

"Haha…hahaha…"

Gilbert's frame blocks the light that you register even over your closed eyelids, and you soon open them to find him looming over you, laughing between heavy breaths.

"Gilbert, are you alr-Ahhh!!"

You squirm at the feeling of his cock pressing against your overstimulated heat, but he's not pushing his way in yet. It gives you an idea of how worked up it got him to fight for air, and you feel a shiver run all over your skin. He presses some apologetic kisses over your agape lips, his impatience colliding with your overstimulation. His breaths are still raspy and uneven, now interrupted by a low whine every time the flushed head almost pops inside your pussy.

It's not long before the hunger inside you is renewed, and your head spins with wanton and the fact that Gilbert can make you that needy even after such a powerful orgasm. He's completely ruined you. In his absence, you'll never be able to give yourself even a fraction of the pleasure he's made your body get used to.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders and pull him in closer, and it's all he needs to know he can now sink in your heat. The tightness and warmth make another moan fall from his lips, and the fire in his mismatched eyes burns brighter when he holds your gaze. Once he bottoms out, he pulls almost all the way out, before thrusting in again. Your inner walls clasp around Gilbert with a vice-tight grip, your senses overwhelmed with him. The tingling of your clit which clashes with his naval, the stinging of his lovebites, the pistoning of his cock inside you… The way he groans as he tries to hold back, to work you gradually to another orgasm…

"Gil—bert— Gilbert please—Come…"

Placing a hand on his cheek, you mewl at the way he slows down just to look at you. His thrusts become deeper; making you shiver as he takes his time feeling you inside out, and you can't stop clenching every time he hits your deepest parts only to withdraw agonizingly slowly again. He has a penchant for holding back until he can't anymore, but when you plead at him like that, locking your legs behind his back…

"I'm going to give it all to you, little rabbit— Ngh—."

His hot breath makes you shudder, and he uses the opportunity left by your next moan to slip his tongue inside your mouth again. You recognize that imprecise, sloppy kiss that he grants you with in this state. You know you're getting filled to the brim after such a kiss; a mere second of the world slowing down so he can show you a more gentle kind of love.

Before you know it, he's picking up his speed again; the water in the tub moving together with him as makes love to you in earnest now, a rare instance of him letting himself go. You feel yourself getting close again, clawing at Gilbert's back because of how good he fucks you as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, each pulling you closer to the edge.

"Come for me now, come and I'll give you what you want…"

Crying out his name again, you feel the knot deep inside you snap as another tremendous orgasm rips through your whole body. Gilbert keeps thrusting through it all, letting your powerful squeezing milk him of his seed as he follows suit. His thick cum spurts inside you as he groans and closes his mouth around your neck again, teeth grazing over old marks. The movement of his hips gradually slows down until he finishes filling you up, as the afterwaves of pleasure overtake and squeeze every last drop of pleasure out of both of you.

"Mmm… Now I have to bathe you again, little bunny. Just lie back and let me take care of you, will you?"

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A/N: A continuation of this headcanon, here is the same scenario with Chevalier and Licht, a small child entering their bedroom in the middle of the night

WC: 1.3

The child's white bedroom door, painted with a silvery moon and twinkling stars, opens slowly, a whisper in the still of the night. A small head pokes out, knuckling sleepily at eyes still heavy with the remnants of dreaming. A look left, then right.

The hall is empty.

Tiny bare feet tiptoe across plush carpeting.

One hand clutches a stuffed animal, the other reaches for the curved handle of your bedroom door and which, on a quiet exhale, opens.

Chevalier

The door slowly opens and a pale head of blond hair, silvery in the moonlight that spills through the bedroom window, peeks around the corner. Chevalier is still awake, reading by the warm glow of the oil lamp on his nightstand. You are sound asleep on your side of the bed, your feet stretched out and resting against his legs. It’s a small thing really, but he cannot deny the way it feels to know that even in sleep, you seek him out.

He lowers his book, making eye-contact with the little girl who is still peering around the door. “Yes?” It’s invitation enough. She enters, her stuffed white tiger tucked under one arm, both hands clutching a book to her chest. She approaches his side of the large bed, shoulders squared as she looks at her father, quiet determination in her expression. Chevalier glances at the silver clock, ticking quietly away on his nightstand, next to the lamp. “You should be sleeping.”

She nods, drawing a breath. “I know, Papa. But I have a dilemma.”

He forces himself not to smile at her very serious expression but the warmth is there, winding its way around his heart as he regards her. “Do you?” 

Carefully, she lays the book she’s been holding down onto his lap. He recognizes it as the book of fairy tales he has been reading to her for the past few nights, the one you had gotten for her birthday a fortnight ago. “I would like you to finish the story we began this evening. The one about the fae and the knight.”

Chevalier tilts his head, regarding her. “I believe we had this discussion an hour ago when it was your bedtime and I told you we would finish it tomorrow night.” 

She clears her throat, looking at him with eyes as blue as the endless sea, eyes that perfectly mirror his own. “I know and that is my dilemma. However…I’ve thought about it. And I have a good reason why we should continue now.”

His eyebrows raise ever so slightly. “Go on.”

She takes a moment, gathering her thoughts. “You see, the story was so interesting that I have not been able to sleep. In fact, I have been kept quite awake wondering what is going to happen. As you said Papa, this has already cost me an hour of rest. But…” She takes a deep breath, reading herself for the heart of her plea. “If you were to read me the last three pages, it would take you approximately fifteen minutes. And then I would know how the tale ends. And I could go to bed. If not, I worry I may continue to toss and turn and my sleep will be further interrupted.” 

He does not answer a moment. His words momentarily robbed by the strange and heady mixture of pride and love for his daughter that is squeezing his heart, an emotion she so often evokes and that never fails to leave him amazed. She waits, the only sign that she is eager to hear his response is the impatient wiggling of her toes. Finally, the corner of his lips lift in a soft smile.

“You make a very compelling argument.” He sets aside his book and then gets out of bed, taking her fairy tale book in one hand and holding out his other to her. “We’ll finish the story in your room, in our reading chair so that we don’t wake your mother.”

She smiles, brighter than the full moon, and suddenly he sees you, his beloved wife. There you are, the echo of your warmth and joy painted across her young face. The warmth and joy that reached through the walls around his heart and gathered him close, taught him not only was he worthy of love but he could love back just as fiercely. 

And here, your daughter, the living embodiment of that very love, grips his large hand happily as she leads the way back to her room. Impulsively she turns her head and kisses the top of his hand. “Thank you, Papa.” Chevalier answers her affection with a tender smile and a squeeze of her hand in return. “You are very, very welcome.”

Licht

He stirs the moment the bedroom door opens, having not quite sunk into the well of dreaming yet. Pushing himself up, his first instinct is to reach for the nightstand drawer where his dagger is waiting to bite into any intruder. But his hand stills, midair, when he sees who is peeking her pale head around the door. “Papa?” 

He murmurs her name and motions for his daughter to come in as you sleepily rub at your eyes, rolling over to see what’s going on. She rushes to the bed, her stuffed wolf held by its bushy tail. It’s only when she’s close that he notices the watery eyes, the rapid way her small chest rises and falls, the paleness of her cheeks.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” She climbs onto the bed and launches herself into her father’s arms, burying her face in the soft white linen of his sleepshirt. “I had a bad dream,” is her muffled reply. 

Licht’s breath hitches in his throat. He is far too familiar with the phantoms that still sometimes haunt his nights, the dark tendrils of fear and terror and pain that wrap themselves around his mind at its most vulnerable. Noticing the way he’s frozen, you reach over, placing a reassuring hand between his shoulder blades, rubbing gently even as you reach with the other hand to touch your daughter’s bare foot, letting her know you are there for her.

Licht breathes in, your touch bringing him back from the shadows. He adjusts his arms around her, then strokes her moonlight-hair with a steady hand. Your touch on his back soothes him, sending calm waves of warmth through him, the same steady flow of love and reassurance he is giving to your child.

“Dreams can feel very real,” he murmurs, speaking slowly and tenderly, his lips resting on the top of her head. “And it’s ok to be scared.” You nod, resting your chin on Licht’s shoulder and brush the back of your fingers against her round little cheek. “We’re here for you, my love. Always.”

She leans back, sniffling and Licht tenderly brushes her hair away from her flushed face. “Can I sleep here tonight?” He nods immediately, a smile gracing his lips as she climbs her way over the both of you to wiggle herself under the covers. Her wolf tucked close to her chest, she throws herself against her father, eliciting a soft laugh before snuggling up against his side, her head on his chest. 

Licht glances at you over her head, his eyes the soft red of sunset as he extends his arm in invitation. You slide closer, curling up against your daughter, your head pillowed by his arm. 

No nightmares trouble any of you for the rest of the peaceful night.

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Foolish Lil Birdie

Day 30 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Villains | Jude Jazza x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, somnophilia, cunnilingus, creampie, p in v sex, body worship, some angst if you squint, soft Jude Prompts: Cockwarming/Somnophilia | “You feel so good. I don't ever want to stop.” A/N: Wanted to try something a little different with Jude. He has these moments of tenderness when reading through his POV stories, and I couldn't help, but wonder how he might be if he knew Kate wasn't awake... hence, soft Jude :P ao3 link here.

“I want you to use your powers on me, and then… and then have your way with me.”

Jude faltered, the words coming out of your mouth so unexpected, he was rendered speechless… and Jude was rarely speechless because he was rarely flustered, except apparently when it came to you.

Of course… of course a foolish lil birdie like you would make such a dangerous, outrageously lewd request.

“Ya realize what yer askin’, princess?”

You answered with a serene little “I do” and nothing else.

Jude found himself absolutely bewildered. You knew what sort of sadistic, twisted man he was, yet you were still willing to place yourself into such a vulnerable position with him.

“And what if I decide to do somethin’ depraved to ya?”

You simply smiled at him, that sweet, naive smile that just proved how little you knew of the evil in this world. “I trust you, Jude.”

Jude sighed, exasperated, but it came out as an aggravated growl. Of course he could trust you to say something so… so infuriating. A desire to teach you a lesson bubbled to the surface, itching to address your biggest flaw.

Your trust.

You were too damn trusting.

Which was how you ended up as Crown’s Fairytale Keeper in the first place.

“Ya sure about that?” he snapped.

The trust shimmering in your kind eyes stoked his rising ire. Ever since you joined Crown, Jude could tell you’d be eaten alive by life’s cruelty, but no matter how hard he tried to teach you, no matter what callous punishments he gave, you always just looked at him with those wide, trusting eyes.

So damn bright and kind and pure.

“Jude…” you reached up and lovingly cupped his cheek, “I know you won’t hurt me.”

There it was, your blind, unwavering trust in him. One he didn’t deserve. Because you were too good for him. Too good for this dark world he inhabited.

“Tch… ya really got no sense of self-preservation, do ya?” he grumbled, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sorely tempted to see you peacefully lying there, unprotected, dreaming a dream of him… perhaps. “Ya asked for it, princess. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Your smile widened, and Jude clicked his tongue, annoyed, yet aroused.

He didn’t bother warning you. It wasn’t his style, and when he placed his bony hand on your head, your eyes fluttered closed and your breathing fell into a slow, steady rhythm, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

You still had a tiny, sweet smile on your lips. Jude wanted to kill it… or kiss it… or some strange combination of both. He lightly brushed your hair off your forehead with more tenderness than he intended and ran his fingers through your silky hair, smoothing it back.

You slept like you were dead, but the rise and fall of your chest and your beating heart beneath his palm were proof you were still breathing.

“Gonna make ya regret this…” he gruffly said, but his touch said something different.

He placed his large hand on your cheek, feeling how soft and warm you were under his palm, and he pressed his thin lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

You were beautiful.

And you were all his.

Devotedly, maddeningly all his.

He slipped off your blouse and your skirt, cradling your body in his arms as he pulled the fabric away, leaving you bare and exposed for his wavering gaze to take in. He trailed his amethyst eyes down your sleeping body, all the way to your toes, a sight he had seen before, but never in an intimate setting like this.

And as if you could tell he was admiring you, you shivered delightfully, the corners of your lips curling up as if you were pleased.

Jude reached for your plush breasts, ones he’d on a normal basis brutally squeeze until you cried out in pain, but today… today he ached to have them in his mouth, to taste them with his tongue, and to nibble your delectable firm nipples between his teeth.

Gently kneading the plump flesh of one with his palm, his thumb brushing the pert peak, he popped the other in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the bump. He sucked on your soft flesh, marking your skin with red bruises, a parting gift of the wet kisses he was leaving behind. Jude closed his eyes and quietly groaned. It wasn’t the first time he’d touched them, but it was the first time he truly enjoyed them, allowing himself to relish them without any biting or pinching or pain.

You let out a delicious, little moan, and Jude felt himself stiffen, the strain against his pants painful, but he couldn’t relieve himself. Not yet. Not when there was still so much to explore.

“Ya like that, dontcha, ya little masochist,” he teased, but his words carried a playful fondness instead of its usual bite.

Removing himself from your heavenly breasts, Jude parted your thighs. You were on display, a feast for his darkening eyes, and he was entranced by a thin thread of your arousal stretching taut until it snapped as your lips opened. The lust he’d been holding at bay flooded him, crumbling all of his defenses in one roaring, turbulent wave. You glistened, shimmering even in the dim light, a sign of your desire for him. Ready to be taken by him.

“Ah, fuck, princess…” Jude sucked in a ragged breath. “What’re ya doin’ to me?”

He ran a finger through your folds, feeling how slick you were between his pointer and his thumb, breathless at how pliant you were being, and then nestled himself between your thighs, placing a kiss on your pink clit. He breathed you in deeply, the scent of your sweet musk clouding his sharp mind.

You smelled intoxicating.

Jude felt drunk on your smell alone, but when he dragged the tip of his tongue between your inner lips, tasting you on his tongue, he shuddered. The taste of you was just as, if not more, intoxicating than your natural scent.

He wanted, no… needed… more. He was a prisoner in the prison that was you, and he hated you for the curse you cast on him. But he didn’t hate you. He loved you, and that knowledge was enough to drive him mad.

Jude kissed your slit, delving his tongue in between every crevice, lapping your irresistible essence into his mouth. You were scorching against his lips. He ravaged you, darting, flicking, sucking, whatever he could to drink more of your pooling honeyed arousal.

He was a sweltering summer day and you were his cool breeze.

He was starved and you were his feast.

He was an addict and you were his fix.

You writhed beneath him, rocking your hips into his rampaging mouth, sultry gasps slipping enticingly from your luscious lips. Jude was caught in a dizzying storm, swept away in the whirlwind of all things you. Your scent. Your taste. Your voice.

As you coiled tight and let go, Jude became exceedingly aware of the unbearable strain between his legs, the throbbing bulge in his pants begging to be freed, and oh, how he ached to be nestled in your gorgeous, puffy cunt.

Jude rested his forehead against your inner thigh, breathing heavily, his head and his heart wrestling for control. He was disgusted with himself at how he worshiped your body, at how careful he was being with you when he should be pushing you away because you deserved so much more than what he could give.

You deserved to be safe, to have the mundanity of normal life, to meet someone kind and get married and have children.

All things you could never have with him.

“Fuck,” Jude growled.

He told himself not to continue, to go back to pushing you away from Crown, from this violent life… from him. Even as he said these things to himself, he realized, he never made himself promise to stay away from you, maybe because deep down he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise.

But… his Curse had you out cold, and he still had time, time to have a little bit more of you without his head getting in the way.

You wouldn’t remember anything when you woke up anyway.

His body moved on its own. Before he could restrain himself, he was tearing off his clothes, desperate to feel you envelop his needy cock, to feel you wrapped in his embrace.

Jude slid in slowly, groaning as you readily sucked him in, coming to a stop when he was completely buried. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to relish how warm you felt wrapped around his greedy cock.

He knew this would be the first and last time he’d allow himself to be gentle with you, and the thought strangely anguished him.

“Ya feel so good. I don't ever want to stop,” he murmured, grazing feathery kisses along your brow.

He gazed down at you, memorizing every detail of your face in his mind, taking in the pretty, rosy flush on your cheeks, the light sheen of sweat on your brow, the soft part of your lips, the tangled mess of your hair…

He’d be back to being his twisted, deranged self when you awakened.

“Ah, shit,” he quietly whispered to himself.

Jude rolled his hips, thrusting in and out with ease with how wet you were for him, the thought both inflaming and thrilling, and incensed, he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, biting down into the skin, directing all of his anger and frustration with himself and with you into the only angry mark of the evening.

His mouth glued to your neck, he increased his pace, rasping grunts sharply expelling from his throat. The friction of his tip dragging along your walls drove him insane, his composure, which was already hanging on by a very thin thread, unraveling.

“Jude,” you breathlessly moaned in your sleep.

While Jude enjoyed tormenting you senseless into a trembling puddle, hearing you so ardently moan his name ruined him, and as you cried out, arching your back, Jude felt himself explode, pulsing wave after wave of his cum, spilling into you urgently, his vision fading to black.

He remained still, long enough for his breathing to return to normal, and then he burst into sardonic laughter, shaking on top of your prone form.

“Hopeless,” he muttered through his derisive snorts. “So goddamn hopeless.”

He rolled off of you, covering you with a blanket, and opened the window, lighting a cigarette. The room was dark, the sun having set not too long ago. Jude stared broodingly out into the dark outline of the castle garden, blowing smoke into the cool air.

He knew he had to let you go. He knew, but still a part of him wretchedly yearned to hold onto you and never free you from his grip. Selfish. He was being selfish. He contemptuously smirked. A true villain.

“Jude?” your dreamy voice called out.

Jude turned to face you. You were blinking away the haze of sleep, the blanket falling from your shoulders as you sat up. Jude snickered to himself. Your hair was a bird’s nest, tangled and matted from where it was touching the bed.

Tossing out his cigarette, Jude crossed back over to join you on the bed, and roughly yanked his fingers through your hair. It was always bedhead with you.

“Welcome back, princess,” Jude said mockingly, his trademark wicked smirk back on his lips, his sadistic mask settling back into place. “Feelin’ refreshed?”

“Is it over?”

Trust you to say something so silly after asking to be used like a doll.

“Tch… don’t remember a thing, do ya? You get off on that kinda stuff, dontcha, ya nasty woman.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

Jude paused, and his eyes narrowed. He could’ve done anything to you while you were asleep… anything… and you were acting overjoyed, asking if he enjoyed doing what he wanted to you without your knowledge. Jude scowled, feeling the tendrils of irritation hook into his heart, but he wavered seeing the pure, stupid joy in your eyes.

Gruffly sighing, he grabbed his cloak and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Come on, princess, I’ll help ya get cleaned up. Least I can do for lettin’ me use ya like a ragdoll.”

[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!

[wintermoonwritings]

NOT AGAIN!!!!!

Hello guys!!!!! this is my first ever try on Ikemen Prince Au!!!! I hope you all enjoy it! and do comment where I can improve!!  

Intro: Clavis as a father! but with a twist! what if... Clavis’s son... TURNS OUT LIKE HIS UNCLE CHEVALIER!????

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Nobody ever thought Clavis would be the one to have a wife, I mean, a prankster who tests the women he is interested in? No chance. But wait! Not only did he manage to find the love of his life without making her cry, he also managed to marry her and have a child together! However, what if I told you that the child was a genius born once in a million years? Hmmm... sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Yes, that's right! The 2nd Prince of Rhodolite, the Brutal Beast, Prince Chevalier! But how is that possible? Clavis' child is like his worst enemy? Let me tell you a story about how the child’s intelligence was found.

    For the purpose of this fiction I will call Clavis’s child Joules. So Joules had always been a very quiet child. Clavis noticed all this, but he never thought much about it; yes, of course the child’s eyes were demanding and judgmental, and he rarely cried, and whenever MC played with the child, he would raise his eyebrows as in to say, "Really, woman?’ but Clavis thought it was just a phase in his life and pushed it away.    

One day MC got sick and was bedridden, so Clavis was left alone with Joules, but due to some emergency in the border between Rhodolite and Obsidian, he had to leave his precious child with his worst enemy. He did this to annoy Chevalier, though. So our scene starts in Chev’s library, where he is sitting and reading a book while Joules is sitting on a soft rug with cushions so he can rest peacefully while Clavis is away. Instead of sleeping, Joules looked at Chevalier with interest. Even though Joules was only 9 months old, he could still communicate in a few words, so he kept on repeating ‘what?’ while pointing at the book in Chev’s hand.

Chev ignored the very existence of the child in front of him and continued to read his book. The baby wasn’t having it! He saw a chair next to him; he held it hard and pushed himself up on his legs; usually a normal child would take 11 to 12 months to learn to walk, but here is Joules standing on his feet, angry at the disrespect the man has shown him. He then makes a run for Chev and is about to fall, but managed to hold on to Chev’s knees and stabilize himself. He looks up at Chev, his eyes glaring, and in a soft yet harsh whisper points at the book and asks, ‘What?' This whole situation shocked Chevalier, who looked down at the boy wide-eyed. Did a 9-month-old just take his first steps towards him and demand an explanation? Even Clavis took 12 months to walk, and took even longer to speak. This could mean only one thing: THE CHILD IS CHEV JUNIOR! Chev notices the resilience and confidence, which are emotions that Chev often adorns himself with. He finally answers the child, ‘This is a book. Are you done now?' The little one forces his way onto Chevalier’s lap and tries to read the book; when he fails, he demands that Chev recite the story.

It was a tough day for Clavis, and the fact that he left his precious child in the hands of the brutal beast—what a horrible decision! He runs to the library, and what he sees shocks him! Chevalier!? The BEAST RECITING STORIES TO JOULES!?? And Joules is enjoying himself with a small smile on his face!? OH GOD! Clavis is going to faint! This can’t be NOT AGAIN!!!!!!

Chevalier gives a small smirk to Clavis, saying, "Unlike you, my foolish brother, this child is like me," and then Joules repeats, "Foolish? Dad foolish?" Chevalier nods at the child, and Joules turns towards his father, "My foolish father".  

That’s it; Clavis faints for good.

[squishyhotaru]

VALENTINE

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

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

— ♡ Tag list: @nightghoul381

“I can do this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Creak.

Shit.

It was too late.

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

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

“What’re you-”

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

“Is this yer surprise, Princess?”

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

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

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

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

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

Tonight, you wanted to take care of him instead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh how much you wish to tell him otherwise.

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

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

Inhibitions be damned.

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

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

To have such a powerful man writhing beneath you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you’d never heard him moan like this.

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

“What’re…  you doing-” he huffs out.

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

All your doing.

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

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

“Jude!”

“Hah,” he snickers.

“Just for that I’m not going to fin-”

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

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

“Nhg- Princess…!”

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

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

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

“That’s a real temptin’ look there.”

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

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

“Jude, don’t ruin them!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jude,” you sigh out. “Kiss me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For the rest of yer life.”

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

How the Rhodolite princes would react to their firstborn/newborn

Rating: PG-13 (?) Ikepri itself contains a lot of mature themes however, as such, mdni 🔞

Warnings: Brief mentions of (past) character death, grief, pregnancy/childbirth themes (no actual birth depicted), gn but implied afab, & the usual tragic Ikepri cannon.

A/N: Tried to write how they'd hold their kid and what they were feeling when meeting them. Spoiler warnings for the Rhodolite princes routes, tried not to bring up anything major though (Luke's is probably the most spoilery?). Tried to keep the princes' spouses GN, though implied afab bc newborns. (One very brief mention of Belle, but mc/reader is not Emma.) Might eventually make pt2 with the others..? Please read the warnings and proceed only if comfortable! :)

(Apologies for anything that seems ooc, I haven't written much in awhile and this is my first piece for Ikepri! I'm more used to fics rather than hcs, but I tried my best! o7)

JIN 🦅

There's so much Jin can't help but worry about. His past, his future, his country... and now he's got not one but two loved ones he would do anything for. The little bundle of joy in his arms reminds him of the times when his younger brothers were born, and how cute they used to be (well, some of them, anyway). The bleary, garnet eyes trying to look into his own have him wondering.. is this how he looked to his dear mother? There's so much he cherishes, and so much he fears, but he won't let the history of Belle repeat itself. He'd fight the entire palace if he had to, but for right now, he'll settle for tackling pesky burps and dirty diapers. Jin coos at his baby, baritone voice suddenly startling the poor thing, and he can't help but pout. The baby in his arms continues to fuss, feeling hungry.

Jin pulls something out of his breast pocket, looking over at his spouse. "So.. how much longer until they can have lollipops?"

CHEVALIER 🐅

Chevalier would likely be a bit awed upon holding his firstborn, much like the quiet way he takes in Emma's precence. Chevalier is known to be awkward with his affections, as he's far from practiced, but it's been shown on several occasions how he tries to gently pet an animal that dares to come close, or how he clumsily takes care of his love when they're feeling under the weather. He may look fine on the outside, but he's actually quite hesitant, trying to sort things out logistically at first, before sort of just settling for standing there and holding his newborn with both arms. He stares down at their gentle features, taking in every detail, making sure they're comfortable and warm in their sleep.

Looking over at his beloved in all their tired glory, in his very own Chevalier-approved affection he says, "You did well, Simpleton." While he only speaks four words aloud, his faint smile speaks the thousands he didn't quite know how to express.

CLAVIS 🐆

"Dearie me," Clavis says, holding his newborn, full of wide-eyed excitement. "They look so much like you, I can see the bunny ears already."

Being someone who values life so dearly, bringing a new one into this world, with the love of his life no less, is enough to send Clavis' heart soaring into the stratosphere. He just can't help but want to drown them in affection, but they're so small and fragile, and Clavis knows better than to risk scaring them now. He's so, so gentle with his child, unconditional love flowing off him in waves as they bond quietly (please don't get used to this, it will not last), and looks upon their splotchy tufts of lilac hair. The Lelouch genes live on through yet another generation, he smiles to himself. Clavis slowly comes over to stand by his love, placing a gentle kiss on their head.

"You're so lucky to have such a wonderful husband like me. But I'm even luckier to have you both in my life."

LEON 🦁

The happiest day in Leon's life. Second only to your wedding. Scratch that, the wedding is second.. he thinks. He's a bit frazzled from work, labor stress, and all the chaos, cut the guy some slack. No one is immune to this sweet lion's charisma, not even a newborn. They can't help but stare at his flowy hair and bright eyes, like a cartoon character come to life right before their eyes. Leon gently caresses their neck, very lightly pressing a kiss into their soft kiss to their temple. What kind of person will they grow up to be? Will they eat as much as he does? Will they fall asleep when they read too? There's a lot that runs through his mind, but ultimately, he is hopes for them to be healthy, and live happily. This child is going to be absolutely spoiled (within reason), and always have someone in their corner, rooting for them and ready to help learn from their wrongs. For now, he can worry about righting their posture instead. He tries to hold them like he read (how his partner read) in the parenting books, supporting their necks and all. It was really hard to stay awake during those, but the excitement of fatherhood helped him push through, and he's going to put it all into practice now.

"When do we start working on the second one?" (If not for the literal newborn currently in his hands, he'd be busy dodging several pillows.)

YVES 🐈

There's a lot of suppressed guilt for his mother's death in mind, and so many worries for his darling's health before, during, and after. He's a bit scared to hold his newborn, for fear of his clumsiness and "bad luck". With some assurance, he finally takes hold of them, and he could not physically be more careful with his firstborn. Clear eyes like the sky blink sleepily up at him, and Yves is fighting back tears solely for fear of them landing on the baby and somehow hurting them. The smile on his face could split his cheeks if it got any wider. The baby falls asleep in its father's arms, and he even tries breathing softer so he won't wake them. He's just trying his best, please reassure this sweet cat, he means well. (And he absolutely lost the battle against those blasted tears anyway.)

"Thank you for loving me, and for bringing our child into the world with us. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

LICHT 🐺

(Twins having twins cliché may seem redundant, I made 'em different for each brother, pinky promise.)

Licht was blessed with not one but two bundles of joy. Beautiful twin boys, who had what looked to be his vibrant silver hair and his beloved's eyes. He couldn't help the memories that surged, of happier times, and the worst of times. He knew all too well just how ruthless the court could be, but he had a chance to make things different this time. Licht seriously considered building that house he'd once mentioned, and moving you all somewhere much more peaceful. One twin in his arms, one with their other parent, he feels all thought subside when the one he's holding tries to grab at his sleeve. Licht's now-famous smile blooms across his lips much the way the sun's rays appear over daybreak; subtle, then all at once. He takes a gloveless hand, letting their tiny hand hold onto his finger as best they can, eyes gleaming from the sight before him. Licht looks over in wonder at his spouse, only to find them already watching with a tired, quiet smile.

"Things won't be easy but.. I know we can handle anything. I adore you. And I adore them."

NOKTO 🦊

(Twins for both may seem redundant, but I changed things up drastically ok, we got this.)

Nokto wasn't entirely surprised to have twins, but he had also hoped luck would be in their corner in avoiding similar fates. Two little girls, jewel-like eyes like his, and his beloved's hair color (or so it appears, though it's hard to tell for sure with so little peach fuzz). Nokto sits at the edge of the bed, holding one newborn in his arm, and reaching his other hand out for the one in his love's arms. Aside from the memories of his own upbringing, he's now having Typical Girl Dad thoughts about how to keep them safe and teach them how to stay away from cooties (boys), among other things. With a soft sigh, he gently burps his newborn after she's done feeding, rocking her slowly as she tries to chew on her father's lucious locks. Laughter bubbles past his lips at her cute antics, and Nokto feels the stress fade away, even if just a little. His heart is still getting used to receiving love and believing in it, but it's grown enough by now to love his 3 new favorite people in the world.

"If they like my hair this much now, just wait till they start to grow their own."

LUKE 🐻

Luke could not be more the picture of a teddy bear than with his newborn all swaddled up and snuggled in with their giant of a dad. He can't help but wonder if his sister is watching over them, laying next to his spouse on the bed, their newborn but a tiny dot among the two full-grown humans taking up most of the space. He promises to be there for his child the way he never really had anyone, and hopes to live more in the present now, the stakes feeling higher than ever before. A whole new life, created on purpose, gently resting in one arm and atop his broad chest, nestled comfortably and trying to suck on their thumb. Luke holds his spouse's hand with his free one, squeezing it gently, looking into their eyes with the intensity of his own emeralds.

"Look at 'em.. they're so small. Just like you," he jokes before letting out a big yawn, "But sleepy, just like me."

All rights for the characters and original intellectual property belong to Cybird. My writing belongs to myself, Maladaptivedaydreamsx, and shall not be reproduced elsewhere without permission. Ok to translate as a reblog to this post. Ok to reblog, no permission required (for those who like to be safe and ask first, all's good little homies) 💜

If you enjoyed these, I might try to make a pt2 with the other characters soon? Likes and reblogs appreciated, thank you kindly for reading! If you have any hc's of your own, please feel free to respond with them, I'd love to hear what you all think! 😊❤️ (If you'd like to be put on a tag list for any future works, please reply, though it will be a general list for writings as I'm getting back into things slowly atm,, 🙏🏻)

Also, to the lovely person who sent this in likely about 2 years ago (after I'd stopped writing on here bc life happens) ... if you're still somewhere in the fandom and end up seeing this post, thank you for your patience, and for sending something in. I'm finally trying to combat the writer's block again! 🙌🏻

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Your Villain... on a Leash!?

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

How would your favorite member of Crown react if you asked them to wear a collar and a leash for you...?

CW: Suggestive content, Dom/Sub dynamics, puppy/pet play, possible deviations from canon, fem reader, nothing super, super explicit, but these men are filthy so...

AN: Just more of my domming-the-Villains agenda! I feel like most (?) of the members of Crown are tops/doms, so it's fun to imagine them as subs! I just want to boss them all around so bad! Lol, Enjoy!! hehehe

William Rex

Will would have a lot of fun with this. He'd be beyond delighted that you are asserting yourself and asking for something that you desire, especially something that is so naughty. He's not usually the submissive type (his power can literally get him anything he wants lol) but he decides to indulge you because you're so cute when you're bossy. But! Unbeknownst to you, he is already scheming to one day lead you around on a leash in return. But until then he’d be grinning and panting like a true puppy, really playing it up and testing how affectionate of a pup you can handle! It's almost overwhelming! He might even bark!

Harrison Gray

Haha, I can't imagine Harry getting into this, but he might reluctantly wear a collar just for you. It'd have to be a time when no one else would see. He'd be too embarrassed! He would probably draw the line at being led around on a leash. Harry seems like more of a cat than a puppy... He'd come to you eventually and you could at least praise him for being such a sweet boy, enjoying the blush that he tries so hard to cover up. ;)

Liam Evans

Liam is kind of already wearing a collar, how convenient. He would get soooo turned on by this activity lol. The idea of you tugging him around, keeping him close to you all day, petting and praising him...? It would drive him wild. He'd want to do this all the time. He'd lick you and pant and everything. Liam is so obsessed with his mistress. He’d get really into being your sweet, doting puppy that he'd actually whine when you try to take off his collar lmao.

Elbert Greetia

Wouldn’t mind this at all! Actually he’d kind of be into it because it would signal that you want to keep him by your side all the time. He wouldn’t be the most effusive or expressive pup but he would be sweetly, silently awaiting your praises and caresses while you lead him around. The way he doesn't take his eyes off of you like a loyal guard dog is so endearing to you. Once you two are alone, he'd start begging for even more affection from his mistress...

Alfons Sylvatica

Hahahaha! Who knows! Would Alfons be into this? Hard to say! He's so kinky, but he also gives the impression that he likes to be the one in control. He’d probably like to see you try to be his master, and he might even get unexpectedly turned on at this display of assertiveness from you? But... I can’t imagine him being a well-behaved puppy. He'd probably do everything in his power to fuck with you haha. He'd be all like, "isn't it your job to train me?" Yeesh. Roger Barel

“Ooh...? And where would you lead me to, hm?” He’s actually kind of intrigued by this request from you. Roger is a certified top, but since it's you he'd want to see how you go about this. For science, of course. He would love having so many opportunities to get you flustered, since he’s attached to you by a leash. He wouldn’t want anyone to see him in a collar but you, though haha. So you'd have a very limited area where he would feel comfortable enough to be your dog. And, let's face it, he would wriggle out of his collar and pounce on you before you could even lead him around lol.

Victor

The "V" in Victor actually stands for "vers." Lol. Victor happily obliges this request haha. He's such a gentleman and also such a freak lol. How could he refuse. He would gaze at you affectionately while you put his collar on and ask you all kinds of leading questions throughout the day to tease you. “Does my pretty master want me to fetch something for her?” “Does my collar look cute enough for my extra adorable master?” He’d ham it up so much that you'd get all flustered and quit this whole thing. But he'd still be grinning ear to ear, because he's so obsessed with you lmao.

Jude Jazza

Hahahahahaha, oh you silly little robin. You're not gonna do this with him. Lol, so cute that you thought this request could even be uttered. Lmao. He'd pull one of his faces and be all like "Are ya actually a dumbass?" BUT! I could see him enjoying making fun of you for asking this so much that he kind of talks himself into trying it? But only if you're willing to barter. He'd be all like "I doubt you've got what it takes to train a dog like me." You’d have to let him tie you up and lead you around somewhere as payback. And he’d want it to be extra humiliating for you. You're kind of scared to agree to it, but... he’d be so sexy on a leash. Dear god. He’d be so pissy and annoying lol. Bratty puppy Jude? Yes please! Ugh and it would be fun to treat him like a dog for once...

Ellis Twilight

Jesus christ. Imagining Ellis... in a collar? and on a leash? is unreasonably hot??? He would of course be down to do this if you told him it'd make you happy. And of course he’d be so casual about it, just smirking at you and being all like “So that means you’ll lead me around on a walk all day?” He would be so affectionate with you, licking you and rubbing his fluffy hair against you all day. He'd ask, “What if I don’t want to leave my master’s side, even if she takes me off-leash?” And you would just die! Like what is wrong with him??? ugghhhhh, Ellis is THE nosebleed material!!!