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Day 1 | Toys - Alfons
Kinktober masterlist
Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)
Word count: 2k
18+, slight modern au (I made it vague for everything except the toy), sex toys, teasing, public stimulation, orgasm denial, semi-public sex, fingering, minimal editing
How did you let him talk you into this? When you’d be on a mission, of all times. It was the worst time possible to let him convince you to stick a vibrator between your legs.
It was covered by your clothes. But your eyes darted around like someone would see. You took a deep breath. Just keep walking. Thankfully, it wasn't on. Yet.
Alfons, on the other hand, seemed downright cheery. At least as much as he could be. You swore he had a bounce in his step. And his hand was perpetually in his pocket. The one that had the remote to the vibrator in your pants.
You gritted your teeth and cursed yourself for ever letting him have that. He certainly wasn't going to give it up now. The fact he hadn’t used it yet only made you more anxious. He could flick it on any second. At any intensity.
“Oh my, what's wrong? You seem very stiff for someone about to go on a date with your beloved.”
You shoot a look at him. You wait, expecting him to flick it on just before you speak, but it never comes.
You simply plaster on a fake smile. “I’m just fine.”
You kept your eyes forward and walking toward the restaurant. You tried to relax. Everyone would have to believe you were actually a couple once you got there.
Crown had learned a drug dealer was going to receive a package at a restaurant. Intel said it was new from another country and it was in Crown's best interest to prevent its distribution. The only way to get a reservation close enough to his table, was to get a table in the section reserved for couples.
You took deep breaths as each step brought you closer.
Eventually you came to the door. He opened it for you.
“Allow me.”
You paused, eyeing him with suspicion as you slowly stepped in. Nothing happened. Relief swept through you and the tension left your body. Maybe you should keep your guard up, but the sight of the interior snagged your attention.
Your eyes scanned the surroundings. It was a higher end restaurant. If you messed up you would stick out like a sore thumb. You pulled and tried to smooth out your fancy clothes Victor gifted you. But clothes didn't change the person.
Your chest was tight and all of the tightness in your muscles returned. Fit in. You can’t let them know you’re pretending.
Your anxiety only peaked when an employee came your way. You stood to attention. You couldn’t breathe. Get this right.
“Reservation?” he said. Glancing at a list.
You forced a smile on your face. Stand straight. Don’t look nervous. He was going to see through you. He was going-
A sudden vibration cut through your thoughts. You jolted, and clamped your mouth shut. Going through where you were sensitive, making it ache. Keep your legs locked, you just had to focus on keeping your legs locked. Don't keen over and moan.
Alfons stepped in and gave your fake name the reservation was under.
The man skimmed a list. He smiled and nodded.
“Follow me.”
His back turned. You tried to glare at Alfons, but the buzzing was still going through you and you were sure you just looked pathetic instead.
He just smiled.
“Come now, dear,” he smiled and held your arm as he guided you.
You forced your trembling legs forward as each step shifted and changed the angle of the toy. You bit your lip. Thank god you had him to lean on, even if the sadistic bastard was the cause of all of this.
In only two steps, you blinked as the thrumming faded. Not completely it was still there. You nearly breathed a sigh of relief. At least he had the sense to at least turn it down. You held back the thank you on your lips. He was the reason your legs could have given out and caused a scene.
You continued to hold his arm. Walking past the patrons to be eventually led to your seat. Coincidentally you were too busy keeping your reactions to a minimum to even worry about having to fit in with them.
You sat down and breathed in. Scanning the room, your eyes landed on the drug dealer. Your eyes shift to Alfons. He's not looking at him and you remember you can't stare.
You take a drink of the water served to you and mumble out an order.
Even if it wasn't as bad as before, the vibrator was still going at it. Still where it ached. You shuffled in your chair. Breathe. Bite the inside of your lip. You glanced back up at him. An amused glint in his eyes.
You glared. This was just fucking entertainment to him.
“Oh? What’s that cute look for? Did I do something wrong? You were clinging to me so tightly just a moment ago.”
“You know.” It was still buzzing against you. Your clothes were starting to feel hot.
“I’m afraid I don’t have the slightest clue. Could you please educate me?”
Your fingers clenched around the table cloth.
“You're supposed to be focusing on the mission. And I have to make sure they don’t realize I’m not-” your whispers grew faster and faster before you were cut off.
“They won’t. Everyone is far too busy with their own matters and worries. The common annoyances of life are enough on their own and yet they keep creating new things to worry about. I would be surprised if they don’t have enough wits about them to be able to worry about anyone else from another table. All you have to do is relax. Short of standing up and declaring our purpose of being here, you have no reason to fret.”
Somehow his words comforted you. You let your back hit the chair. You hadn’t realized you were sitting that straight.
“Smile. Remember, you’re my date.”
Right. You did have to convince them that you actually liked him. You forced a smile onto your face and looked up at him with as much love as you could muster. Your heart squeezed at the thought of even showing even that bit of vulnerability to him. Every other time you did so he made you regret it.
Your eyes searched the rest of the room. Were any of the waiters looking in your direction? You didn’t think they appeared suspicious of you.
You barely caught Alfons sighing. Then a slight click.
Your thighs squeezed together and your eyebrows knitted together. You shot him a look.
He just smiled.
You glanced at the drug dealer. Unfortunately, you had to wait for the right moment, and the package hadn’t even come yet.
Alfons leaned in to you and whispered. “The wait is boring, is it not? Why not have some fun.”
You blushed. Your eyes drifted to the floor. It would make the wait less boring.
You took a deep breath.
It was hard to tell if it was fun or painful. The whole time Alfons kept playing with the intensity, over and over again. Just as you’d think you’re starting to get used to it, he changes it. You dug your nails into your palms and tried to ignore it. Pretend you don’t feel yourself throbbing against the vibrator. Take deep breaths. Your body twitched with anticipation, always getting worked up only to lose it when it dropped back down.
Since then the person with what you assumed to be the package arrived, but you still had to wait.
You just kept gripping the fabric of your clothes under the table. While Alfons kept smiling and enjoying his meal like there was nothing strange at all going on. All the while you were squirming in your seat.
“Are you okay?” a waiter asked.
“My partner appears to have eaten something bad earlier. Made me promise never to take our dates to that establishment again afterwards.” He took a forkful of food and swallowed it down. “The food here seems to be much better anyway. My compliments to the cook.”
You held your stomach to sell it. The way he said it didn’t fail to make you feel embarrassed, but at least you had an excuse now.
“Thank you,” the waiter said and left.
Your jaw was clenched. Another deep breath filled your lungs. Between the vibrator and embarrassment it felt far too warm. You took another sip on the water only to nearly drop it. But not for the reason you’d been dealing with the whole night. Your eyes widened as you realized it turned off.
Your gaze snapped up to Alfons.
He chuckled softly. “I thought you deserved a little break. Did you not want it?”
You shook your head. “I want the break. Thank you.” You instantly cursed yourself for saying it by habit.
He rested his head in his hand and smiled warmly. “You’re welcome.”
You braced for him to immediately flick it on again. But he didn’t. You braced a little longer, and he still didn’t.
Relief and joy should be flooding through you, but it felt like something was missing. You were still aching. After all of that, it felt like you were painfully understimulated now that it stopped. Your gaze shifted as your finger tapped absentmindedly on the table. You couldn’t believe he stopped it after he just gave you a perfect excuse. You couldn’t believe he made you want it back. You didn’t have to worry about your reactions anymore, but you felt so needy and needed it back. You squeezed your thighs together and looked for a clock.
The food on your plate was nearly gone when the second man left the table you’d been secretly eying. It seemed he conveniently forgot to pick up the briefcase he brought with him. You wouldn’t have even noticed if you weren’t watching.
Then the faint click again.
You nearly yelped and sharply bit your lip. It was worse than ever before.
“Alfons, what the fu-uck?” you barely managed to hiss.
“Wait here a moment. I’ll be back for you soon, my adorable lover.”
The choice words you would have said were you anywhere else.
The words in your head gradually devolved to be much less coherent. Much more embarrassing ones. Until there were no words left in your head at all. Just a need. Your chest was heaving. You needed- You swallowed hard. You just had to keep breathing. Stop yourself from grinding into it. You just needed to wait it out. It hurt so bad and good. Fuck him. You needed to-
Your jaw clamped down on your lip and you tasted iron. Stifled every moan.
Finally a moment of reprieve came and you let out a long exhale while your parts screamed. You looked up to see he was back.
“Perhaps we should leave before the gentleman realizes his briefcase isn’t there.”
You weakly nodded.
You left as quickly as you could. Casually strolling out. But every inch of you still trembled with need. Until your pride was overruled. The second you had the opportunity you dragged him into an alleyway to make him fix the mess he made.
“What the hell?” You hissed, practically jumping onto his fingers after your clothes were out of the way. “Look what you did to me. You're going to take care of it.”
His surprise had only lasted a second before he indulged you. Letting his finger slip inside. Curling it and pumping it inside of you. Drawing out a moan.
“If you insist,” he smiled.
He took the vibrating toy and pressed it to where needed it most. All the while his other hand continued. Dragging against and stretching out your walls just right. You sucked in a breath. This time you could finally let it go. Finally able to cum.
You thrust yourself into him faster. Move your hips trying to finally get there after what felt like hours. You grit your teeth.
“Fuck! I hate you.”
“Funny to hear you say that when you're the ones bouncing on my fingers. I'm hardly doing a thing.”
“Shut up!”
Just a second later your muscles tensed. Tears pricked in your eyes. You throbbed against the toy and clenched around him. It finally snapped and your orgasm rushed through you. Your knees nearly buckled and you slumped against the wall. The exhaustion hitting you all at once. His hand held you up.
You rested there for a bit before heading back.
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18+ obviously, MDNI
I fear the things Alfons would do with modern sex toys.
Imagine he manages to convince you to stick a remote vibrator between your legs when you go out... and he has the remote.
You become anxious about when he's going to use it. You have no idea when he's going to flick that button, only that he will. Your body practically braces for it.
Until it's been so long that you start to forget about it. Somehow completely slipping your mind until you're talking to someone or trying to make a decision, and then you feel a familiar buzz.
You bite your lip and try to keep your breath even. Pretend that you don't feel yourself throbbing against the vibrations. You glance over at Alfons to see him smiling as if nothing's happening. As if he has no clue what he's doing to you. Except for when he glances back at you and grins.
You miss the movement of his hand in his pocket. The sudden change in intensity punches you. You let out a small sound and nearly double over. You take deep breaths and try to stand straight. The bastard has the audacity to ask you if everything was alright. He gently touches your back and the buzz changes again. Your nerves jolt and tremble and he laughs before asking if you were that turned on by him simply touching you.
You're running out of energy to shoot him a dirty look. Simply biting your lip to keep from moaning in public. Cursing yourself for ever letting him talk you into this. Ready to strangle or pound yourself into him the moment you were alone, which ever came first.
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Ikevil NSFW hcs
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.
🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶: NSFW, minors dni or bald Jude is gonna come for you, villains, members of crown, what more do you need? Aren't they enough of a warning? Mention of pregnancy, bdsm, degradation, overstim, edging, dacryphilia.
*・゚゚・*:.。..。.:*゚:*:✼✿ ✿✼:*゚:.。..。.:*・゚゚・*
♡🆆🅸🅻🅻🅸🅰🅼 🆁🅴🆇:
Pussy pleaser spotted!!
Cares more about your pleasure than his own. Willing to blue ball himself at the drop of a hat to give your sweet cunny some well deserved attention.
Favorite position: probably something where he can see your face well. He wants to see how you react to him. Do you love it? Do you hate it? Are you conflicted? Do you feel guilty to be getting fucked instead of doing your job like the good little girl you are?
I think cow girl would be his favorite. Cause he gets to sit back and let you take the reigns. It helps show him more sides of you. Sides that he wants to explore and get to know more.
He's the type to never push you to give him oral. He won't have to say a word, you'll just feel the need to do it, you'll feel compelled to.
If he ever wants you to do anything, he'll just ask you to do so. He doesn't command it yet you always feel compelled to. It's just hard to say no to him and you don't really know why. Is it because you want to please him? Is it because you think you need to repay him?
The thing about him is, he never ever uses his powers on you in bed, doesn't matter if you beg him to, he just isn't.
He knows just how strong he is and he doesn't want to make a habit of controlling your actions. He fears that in some point in time, he might just feel very tempted and find controlling you more convenient than persuading you. Which would tarnish you freedom in the relationship and cause a major imbalance in power. He also doesn't want to break that trust that he worked so hard to build.
♥︎🅷🅰🆁🆁🅸🆂🅾🅽 🅶🆁🅰🆈:
Ahemhmhmhnshdbsxbdhdbd
Bro he fucks with my head so bad. Anyway,
His favorite position is probably spooning.
He likes the intimacy of the act.
Like you both just woke up and are lazing around in bed. And then you push your butt against his crotch a few too many times that he just loses it. 😩🙌
His face nestled in the crook of your neck, his breath brushing up against your nape as he slides his cold slender fingers under your nightgown and pinches you nipple while holding your legs apart with his own and thrusting his hips into yours.
Also also
He's the type to both enjoy giving oral and receiving. But the thing is, despite enjoying, he doesn't give it often. Why? Cause fuck you.
Nah I'm kidding.
He just tries to keep up his persona.
But there are times where you just look too delicious or are being too good of a girl that he gets so overwhelmed with love for you and just splits your thighs apart and slots himself in between.
This also happens when you're riding him, he just gets so overwhelmed by how good you're making him feel that he flips you over and starts pounding you into next week.
❥🅻🅸🅰🅼 🅴🆅🅰🅽🆂:
You're his mistress and his your little naughty kitty.
Definitely enjoys being rode to tears.
He's very experimental. Always ready to give everything a try. Will even do fletching.
You guys probably have a healthy balance of sweet-slow sex and rough sex.
He enjoys being choked. Like suffocatted. Every time he wants you to go harder. That's concerning ngl. 😰
He's not the most obedient. Very rebellious and always has a comeback ready.
But it's easy to shut him up. Just sit down on his face. Or edge him till he's crying.
(Sorry I'm not really good at writing subby characters and I can't really see Liam in a sexual way.)
☃︎❆🅴🅻🅱🅴🆁🆃 🅶🆁🅴🅴🆃🅸🅰:
🗣️ Pussy Pleaser spotted ‼️
But he's like that for selfish reasons.
He pleasures you to literal unconsciousness, not because he wants to make you feel good, no, he wants to see the beautiful expressions that you make when you're getting fucked, when you're thighs are shuddering from the pure intensity and a tear slips down your flushed cheeks, when you're about to fall apart.
His favorite position is probably missionary. He gets to see your face, he gets to control the pace. All perfect for him.
Much more of a giver when it comes to oral. But there's one condition, you must not look away. You look away and he stops. You deprive him of that sickeningly sweet expression of yours and he latches himself off of your little clit.
Another torturous thing he does is edge and overstim you. Because sometimes he gets a bit addicted to that face you make when you climax or are about to. So to see it again and again. He just keeps going and going. He knows from experience that not stopping would highten your sensitivity and make you cum faster. And that's exactly what he wants, for you to show him that utterly heavenly view again.
If you try to hide your face, he's gonna stop or holds your arms in his hands.
But that's not to say he doesn't enjoy romantic sex either. He enjoys it quite a lot. He loves the faces you make when he's thrusting into you slowly, peppering you in kisses and squeezing you gently. He loves that look of adoration in your eyes. That happiness, how content you are.
❍🅰🅻🅵🅾🅽🆂 🆂🆈🅻🆅🅰🆃🅸🅲🅰:
He's a womanizer. So that makes me feel like he's a Dom.
I think his go to position would be doggy. Just because of how easily accessible it is in Victorian era attire.
He seems like the most twisted and manipulative man there is.
So he probably does both degradation and praise. He needs the right thing to sway you in the right direction and there's no guarantee that everyone would be into degradation.
He's more into degradation. Because it's hard for him to give praise and make it feel genuine to himself. Because the simple knowledge of him knowing that he's faking it and forcing himself kind of ruins that allure.
But he pulls through any way. He's a great actor to be honest. Should consider becoming Liam's coworker.
He's probably into edging. Both himself and you. He enjoys the sweet sweet torture of losing his high again and again, and he also enjoys how your composure cracks and you beg him to make you cum.
He really loves being begged and having the position of power.
Even when taking the submissive role, he's still got the most control. Aka, he's a power bottom. He provokes you into getting what he wants and while you might think you're putting him in his place, this is actually exactly what he wanted and you fell right into his trap.
He prefers receiving than giving oral.
✾🅹🆄🅳🅴 🅹🅰🆉🆉🅰:
You better pray you're a masochist.
He's really rough. Shoves your head into the pillows and fucks you into the mattress.
He's into degradation. Calls you every dirty name in existence.
Slapping and spanking are definitely his go to. Doesn't spit on you though. It just doesn't sit right with him. And he finds the act disgusting.
He's one to give orders with rewards and if you can't follow through you face punishments.
☠︎︎🅴🅻🅻🅸🆂 🆃🆆🅸🅻🅸🅶🅷🆃:
Service Dom. I repeat, SERVICE DOM.
But he's scary. He's the type of service Dom that does what he wants. He's selfish like that. He does it because he wants to make you happy. So he asks what would make you happy, if it's good enough he'll do it, or he'll think of something better and do that.
Definitely more into giving head. Doesn't really enjoy receiving cause taking that large of a cock in your mouth seems uncomfortable for you.
Favorite position is probably you sitting on his face.
☣︎🆁🅾🅶🅴🆁 🅱🅰🆁🅴🅻:
Your tears are his lubricant.
Pussy Slapper™
Favorite position is probably doggy style. But he pulls on your hair, supports himself on one arm, his chest to your back, places his head besides yours and licks your tears off your red cheeks as if it's ambrosia. Btw he slapped you, that's why your cheeks are red.
He's into patient x doctor roleplays.
He's into degrading you, spanking and spitting on you.
One thing he doesn't do unless necessary is probably tie you up. Holding you down just makes him realize how much stronger he is than you and he gets pretty drunk on that power trip.
He's all about receiving when it comes to oral. He face fucks you. Literally grabs onto your hair and shoves your head up and down his cock.
Maybe does romantic sex once in a while as an apology for treating you so roughly and finally gives you head.
◡̈🆅🅸🅲🆃🅾🆁:
Definitely has a daddy kink.
Also a breeding kink. Wants to make you a mommy and have lots of kids. A whole entire army in fact.
Mating press galore.
Probably sucks on your boobs. Hopes that one day you'll get pregnant and it'll leak milk.
Literally fantasizing about naming his kids as he's thrusting into you.
He's also a service Dom. But he's a tease and will only go as far as you tell him to.
Like literally if you say 'touch me! ' he'll just graze his finger against your inner thigh, a spot a hair's breath away from your core.
*・゚゚・*:.。..。.:*゚:*:✼✿ ✿✼:*゚:.。..。.:*・゚゚・*
𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍.
𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)
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Your Villain Buys You Lingerie! 🌸
18+ MDNI | Suggestive Content | EN-released!Villains x Fem!Reader
CW: suggestive content, some mentions of power imbalances, some villains' descriptions are fluff-adjacent hehe
AN: These are the kinds of lingerie/sexy outfits that I think the villains would buy you! Enjoy! These fictional men are a problem for me! Hehe!
William Rex
Will would take your taste into consideration while also managing to select something that he likes. And he would spare no expense. We’re talking designer pieces here. Definitely in shades of red, black, maroon... dark jewel tones, of course. I’m imagining him at the store—the saleswomen absolutely falling in love with him while he describes the kind of sexy lingerie set he wants to buy for you. Would probably land on something that takes time to remove, like a full corset set. He’d want to enjoy the view for as long as possible!
Harrison Gray
Harry strikes me as a man of simpler tastes. He would pick something cute and comfortable for you, because to him it does not matter what you’re wearing—you are always sexy! But seeing you in the mint-green matching bra and panties that he got you gets him unexpectedly flustered! He’d bury his face in his hand and sigh, “I know I got them for you, but I already want to take them off...” So you get to tease him for once for being such a perv. Win win!
Liam Evans
You know that this certified babygirl knows his way around a lingerie shop okay! He would honestly buy you cute and sexy lingerie all the time. Like you would have soooo many matching lingerie sets from him lol. You could wear a different one every night and not run out for months. He loves to dress you up all cute and sexy! He thinks you look especially good in shades of pink, but he buys you lingerie in every color/style imaginable. And when you put it on he gets flustered, even though he’s seen you in sexy lingerie so many times before. Sorry, he’s obsessed with you!
Elbert Greetia
Okay, talk about sparing no expense. You would have to go to all of the lingerie shops in town to tell them to turn Elbert away at the door next time he comes in because it’s fr starting to be too much lmao. He would of course listen to you if you told him that you don’t need any more lingerie, only handing you one more box. You open it to find gorgeous, handmade pale blue lace garters. “Look on the inseam of them,” he’d tell you. Embroidered on the inside of each garter with pretty blue thread is a message from him. “To my dearest y/n” on one and “a beauty for my eyes alone” on the other.
Alfons Sylvatica
Lol buys you a full black latex/leather dominatrix outfit. You stare at him incredulously and he just smirks at you. “What? You don’t like it?” Try as you might to explain that you don’t hate it, but haven’t worn something like this before, it does not matter! Lol! Alfons will coach you don’t worry! “That’s exactly the idea, y/n,” he’d purr, “seeing someone as innocent and pure as you in such a naughty outfit... the thought alone gets me so excited... see... look, I’m already hard...” Lmao.
Roger Barel
Although he can appreciate a woman’s beauty in pretty much anything, he doesn’t really see the point of lingerie lol. He’s just going to strip you! Why get so fancy? But the idea of you wearing something underneath your clothes all day that he picked out for you does turn him on. Like a secret understanding that you belong to him. He would pick out something simple and elegant, but racier than what you would pick out for yourself so he could enjoy watching you nervously adjust your clothes throughout the day to make sure no one caught a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath...
Victor
Haha, there’s no kind of lingerie out there that Victor wouldn’t want to dress you in! Corsets, teddies, matching bras/panties, G-strings, thigh-high stockings, crotchless panties... You name it, he’s already picked it out for you! You politely decline most of these items, which he of course doesn’t mind (though he’ll pretend to pout). But when he does manage to convince you to wear the cute see-through lilac nighty that he picked out, he can’t take his eyes off you. He’ll whisper compliments in your ear while he runs his fingertips teasingly over the sheer fabric... “Mm, I knew you’d look heavenly in this color.”
Jude Jazza
Buying you gifts has a dual benefit for Jude: he gets to see your reaction and it means you owe him lol. So you better believe that he’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches you unwrap the chastity belt that he bought you. The look on your face is a mixture of disbelief, outrage, and, you hate to say it, anticipation lmao. You know what this means. “The princess was getting so dirty askin’ for naughty gifts and all, so consider this the start of your Good Girl training.” The blood drains from your face and he just grins even more! Get ready! Hahaha!
Ellis Twilight
He would buy you a comfy but sexy black lace bra and panties set, which you love. He’s so delighted that you like the set, so he feels like you won’t mind the second part of the gift: black fuzzy handcuffs that match. He can tell that you get turned on as soon as he shows them to you. “y/n let’s try them out now, okay?” And before you know it you’re in the lingerie he bought you with your hands handcuffed to the bed above your head. “Mm,” he’d say appreciatively, “I want to keep you handcuffed and stripped like this forever, okay?” Buckle up! Lol.
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Prompts: Double Penetration, Make-up Sex Pairing: Elbert Greetia x Reader x Alfons Sylvatica Smut | Explicit Content | NSFW | MDNI CW: Polyamory, Nipple play, Rim job, Hand job, Anal sex, PIV, double penetration WC: ~2k
A/N 1: I apologize if it seems disjointed and off lol, I have had a few drinks and have quite a nice buzz going and alas it has caused me to have to once again go into 'it's technically still the 5th' when I finally post this ><
A/N 2: Prompts from @natimiles, @valkyyriia, @candied-boys's Kinktober prompts and @xxsycamore's Visions of Temptation Prompts! Found here and here Thank you guys for putting together such awesome prompts!!
“Elbert?”
You hesitate as you open his door, hoping to see his familiar sapphire blue eyes and yet at the same time also hoping that he might not be here and you won’t have to confront the uncomfortable situation.
“Come along now, Miss robin. No use dallying in the hall.” Alfons’ gently nudges your shoulder and you stumble forward into the dark room.
You feel your breath catch as a dark figure outlined in moonlight comes into view. Elbert stands, staring out the window his face cast in shadow. He doesn’t bother to move as you fully enter his line of sight, but you can see his mouth twist into a frown.
“Now El, it’s not polite to so blatantly ignore your lover like this,” Alfons chides, strolling past you and approaching the sullen man as though unable to feel the tension permeating the air.
Elbert turns his head, making a pointed effort to relay his distaste.
“Oh dear, we’re playing hard to get tonight, are we?” Alfons coos, leaning over his shoulder.
You feel the electricity in the air crackle as Alfons’ provocations meet Elbert’s resistance. This could get bad…
“Um, Al…” You start, only to gasp when Elbert turns his head, eyes blazing with anger and hurt.
“You belong to me. She belongs to me. Why were you together without me?” He chokes, tears brimming in his eyes as he speaks through gritted teeth.
You feel your heart clench painfully seeing your lover looking so utterly heart broken.
“We do belong to you, El. But we belong to each other as well,” Alfons replies, his gloved hand quickly moving to brush away tears from Elbert’s cheek. “Besides, just look at her.”
Al’s hand guide’s Elbert’s face toward you and you feel nervous, unsure of how he would react. When he had first caught you straddling Alfons with your tongue down his throat, he’d been stunned and his eyes had grown dark and distant.
He’s always had a difficult time with this part of your relationship. When you and Alfons had first brought up the idea of polyamory, Elbert was hesitant. His greed reared its ugly head, and he had struggled to wrap his head around the thought of not having complete ownership of each of you. He’d eventually given it a shot, and for the most part it had been working well. Both you and Alfons had time spent individually with Elbert, as well as time when the three of you were together, but this was the first time that Elbert had left you and Alfons alone and the raven-haired man’s seductive gaze had met yours within a matter of seconds after the door had closed.
“I suppose this means I have a turn to have you all to myself, doesn’t it, little Robin?” He’d murmured, curling a finger toward himself and drawing you in with no hesitation on your part. You had felt such a rush of excitement at the prospect you’d been sat on his lap and kissing him ravenously before you’d even realized the door had opened again.
Only when it slammed shut did you break apart, turning quickly and seeing Elbert staring at you in shock and something much darker flared in his eyes before he’d stalked back out the door. He’d not bothered to join you for dinner as he usually did and when you told Alfons that you were worried about him he’d merely chuckled. It was as though he’d been waiting for you to say it and he fished Elbert’s room key out of his pocket, twirling it in his fingers before closing his entire fist around the slender metal object.
“What are we waiting for then?”
--Now here you are, trying to wrack your brain for the right thing to say. You know that you hadn’t done anything wrong but at the same time, you also know that Elbert had been hurt.
When you don’t say anything Alfons sighs amusedly. “Look at her, El. Is there any way you can expect either of us to resist that gorgeous face?”
Elbert’s deep blue eyes fixate on you, his lips parting slightly as his stare moves searchingly across your face.
“Her lips are practically begging to be kissed, don’t you think, El?” Alfons goads, wrapping his arm around Elbert’s shoulder and guiding the delicate man over toward you.
“El… I…” You start, chewing on your lip for a brief moment before you feel is cool fingers against your cheeks as he draws you in, sealing his lips over yours, and you feel your heart begin to race as his kisses become stronger, greedier. His tongue delves into your mouth unprompted, searching and tracing every crevice, ensuring that the only taste that remains is his.
You feel all of the tension in your body melt at once, nearly collapsing against Elbert and returning his ravenous kisses. You’re so engrossed in the kisses that you don’t realize that Alfons has moved behind you, his hands snaking around your waist and sliding up to cup your breasts as he nibbles at your neck. The joint sensations are nothing new, but your body still responds instantly, heat pooling in your belly and your heart racing.
When Alfons rips the front of your shirt open, you hear his voice drop low, “El, I think she needs attention here too. Look how desperate her nipples are for your attention.”
You feel your arms pulled tightly behind your back, lips sucking at your nape, and you gasp.
Elbert draws back, his fevered gaze quickly locking onto your now exposed breasts. “Beautiful,” he muses, lowering his head and latching his lips around one nipple, the other pinched between his cold fingertips and you feel a moan of pleasure escape your throat.
“That’s such a lovely sound, little Robin,” Alfons purrs, locking your wrists in one hand and using the other to pull your head to the side, revealing more of your throat to his searching lips. “Do it again.”
When his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin your voice spills out, unrestrained and loud. The sound seems to trigger something in Elbert and his ministrations become more aggressive. His long, slender fingers make quick work of the rest of your clothes before slipping between your thighs and diving into your already dripping pussy.
When he moans against your nipple, you feel the vibration send sparks shooting through your nerves. At the same time, you hear Alfons chuckle against your throat. “Good idea, El. What do you say we move this reunion to the bed?”
Both men move with practiced synchronicity and you find yourself on your stomach, legs still planted on the floor.
“Isn’t that just the most delicious sight, El?” Alfons groans with his hands sliding over your ass.
“Lick.” Elbert states plainly. You hear Alfons sigh hungrily before a warm wetness joins the hand on your backside.
You look back over your shoulder and tremble at the sight. Elbert’s pants have been shed, his cock being stroked gently by Alfons as the same man’s tongue slides against your skin, nearly meeting your slit but moving back up over the globes of your ass before granting you the pleasure.
When you let out a whiny grunt, you see Elbert’s gaze turn from Alfons’ attentions to your face.
“Do you wish me to touch you as well?” he asks softly. His words are breathy as his length is expertly tended and the pink flush on his porcelain cheeks looks so perfect you feel yourself quiver.
“Yes… please, Elbert,” you breathe. Elbert moves away from Alfons, earning a slightly disgruntled grunt from the raven-haired man.
As soon as Elbert moves closer to you, you reach out to him, kissing one of his lovely thighs and looking up at him with pleading eyes. You want to know that he understands how this relationship works, but more than anything, you want him to forgive you.
“Do you want a taste?” He whispers, letting his cock brush against your cheek and you waste no time taking him into your mouth. At the same time you feel Alfons’ tongue sliding between your cheeks, brushing over the sensitive place hidden within.
You moan loudly against Elbert’s cock, and his own voice filling the room like music, encouraging you to suck more eagerly. He’s so perfect in every way, his size stretching your throat just right and his taste so wonderfully decadent you can’t help but continue to moan with each thrust of his hips. At the same time the blissful sensations that Alfons is granting you has your eyes rolling back and you know that, had your mouth not been filled, you’d be crying out how amazing he’s making you feel.
Suddenly Elbert slides himself out of your mouth, and your moans fill the room as Alfons’ tongue and finger begin to stretch your hidden place in just the right way.
“Is she ready?” Elbert pants, stroking his cock and looking down at Alfons needily.
“She will be with proper lubrication,” Alfons replies, sitting back on his knees and chuckling.
You feel a thrill of excitement as Elbert gently guides you back to your feet. You watch in eager anticipation as Alfons slips a bottle of lubricant oil from his pocket. He steps free of his clothes, his cock hard and heavy in his palm as he slicks the oil over it. He positions himself on his back, his ashen eyes staring you with unbridled desire as he continues to stroke himself.
“Come here, little Robin.” He commands, spilling some of the oil onto his hand. You take position, straddling his hips while facing toward Elbert at the foot of the bed. Alfons slips his now slick fingers into your ass, massaging you slowly while Elbert’s mouth eagerly attends to your face.
When you feel Alfons’ tip at your secret entrance, you let your head fall back, moaning and focusing on remaining relaxed as he fills you. Your shoulders are gently pulled backward and you lay against Al’s chest. Feeling his hot length buried inside you sends a thrill through your core and you stare up at Elbert breathing heavily.
He looks down to where you and Alfons are joined, frowning slightly until you beg.
“Elbert, please! I need you…ngh…. I want to feel your cock inside me.
His brilliant gem-like eyes flare with desire and you feel him sink into your cunt, filling you completely and you can feel the bulge in your stomach indicating how deeply he’s penetrating you.
“Oh, fuck… Elbert please!” You moan, arching back against Alfons below you as both men begin to thrust in alternating patterns. The fullness within you has every nerve screaming with euphoria and you can’t keep yourself quiet. You don’t want to keep yourself quiet.
Instead you scream your lovers’ names as they fuck you brutally, expressing their emotions: hurt, pain, need, desire, greed. Every sensation sending ripples of erotic need through you and you feel yourself so quickly approaching your climax.
Elbert’s movements are so aggressive, so unlike his normally docile self. He’s making a point to show you who you belong to and you know that Alfons is enjoying ever second of this from the erotic whispers of bliss filling your ears.
“Make-up sex is some of the best sex one can have, don’t you think little Robin,” he croons, thrusting his cock deep into you and groaning as he fully sheathes himself within your ass.
You’re unable to answer him, your mind already spinning with pleasure and when you feel Elbert’s fingers begin to massage your clit while Alfons fondles your breasts you know you’re not able to hold back any longer.
Your orgasm rushes through you, leaving you screaming in delight as you’re fucked through wave after wave of euphoria.
“Mmm, you feel so tight, so good…” Elbert whimpers, while Alfons’ mouth whispers dirty praise into your ear.
You feel your mind go blank and your eyes roll back, completely consumed by ecstasy as your lovers continue to fuck you.
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When you finally regain some sense of self, you feel your body laying limply against the bed, four arms wrapped possessively around you while their owners suck at each other’s faces above your head.
You breathe a sigh of relief at the knowledge that Elbert is no longer upset with either of you, and you feel the sense of peace quickly taking over your body, making you relax and you feel sleep soon steal your consciousness away again.
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“Evanesced Sylvatica”
1250 | SFW angst, dead alfons x pregnant reader. largely unfinished
This fanfiction is rated Teen, but keep in mind that the game, Ikemen Villains, is intended for a more mature audience.
◇ CW: Heavy themes of grief, implied sex (not explicit), graphic descriptions of injuries, the reader is biologically female but no pronouns are used, awkward writing and dialogue, half finished, not proofread I cringed too hard. This was written at 5 am.
“Promise me you won't cry.”
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(I haven't read his path, so this is bound to be inaccurate. And OOC.)
You knew about the curse that haunted him, yet your soft hands grasped his, gently bringing the harsh black leather to your lips. How you sweetly, so innocently vowed that you’d never forget him for as long as you lived.
You sweet fool.
Even after your pregnancy, Alfons still lived at Crown's castle. He couldn’t just leave Elbert, and his abilities were too powerful to throw away. It wasn’t like Alfons had any problem staying with Crown.
Honestly, it’s more surprising that you didn’t get pregnant sooner. You already knew Alfons was naturally an intense partner, and each time… Alfons tended to leave permanent mementos on your skin. He held you so tight as if he was scared you would run away from him otherwise. Each time your lips met, it was as if he was trying to embed himself into you permanently. So you two would become one in body and soul, so you two would never part.
You two would lay side by side in each other's arms, or sometimes you rested your head on his chest, and Alfons would plant a small kiss atop your head, sweetly whispering to you until you slept. His comforting warmth enveloped you in the darkness. Sometimes you two would talk in the dead of night:
“Will you remember me, even after I die? Perhaps you should forget, so you won’t need to face the sorrow in my absence.”
“Don’t talk like that...” Tears filled your eyes and your hands curled up into fists on top of his chest. In response, Alfons chuckled and caressed your head.
“Shh. Perhaps happy memories should be forgotten, or it’ll hurt more.”
“But I’d be so lonely without you.”
“I’ll always be here.” He tapped on his chest. “My scar is on your heart. But even though it’ll cause you pain, I still want you to remember me. To remember all the love we’ve had. ...What a fool I am.”
Ah, God clearly never intended for this gift of a man to be loved.
You would continue watching plays together, every week. Sometimes he would stop at the stalls and buy a bouquet or two. You thought the cruel fate— or maybe Alfons himself— was mocking you with all the forget-me-nots. Alfons would pridefully guide you through town, strolling at a leisurely pace.
“You see? All these people. They all know I love you.”
“But our love is forever in vain.”
“I know. But isn’t it the moment of pleasure, those fleeting moments of happiness that matter most?”
You two would sit side by side, with your fingers interlocked and your head resting on his shoulder. Sometimes you would fall asleep, and Alfons couldn’t bring himself to wake you up. Your sleeping face was much more amusing to watch than the performance before you.
Alfons would caress your stomach, cooing to your child softly. He’d scold the child for causing you pain with its little kicks. “That’s not very proper of you to rival against someone who cares for you so much, is it? Show some manners, won’t you? Be like your father.” This would always get a chuckle out of you, knowing how ill-mannered Alfons could be himself.
You knew Alfons would never go down without a fight against all odds. But now he lay in a dark lake of his own blood, his abdomen split open and his trusty sword lying dull at his side. Guts spilled from his fatal wound, and you could see the dark red intestines streaming out of the wound, limping at his side. Scarlet tainted his ghostly pale skin. You smelled nothing but the cruel iron liquid, tears clouding your vision as you refused to leave.
The world seemed to have stilled, your breathing shallow and your heart pounding in your chest. How you wish you could offer your own body, giving up your life so he could stay alive. His oppressors had left, and only you remained by his side. Alfons was in an indescribable amount of pain, yet he forced a smile, just for you. “Shh... shh...”
You kneeled over his body, trembling. Even if you called for help, it would be in vain. It was hopeless for him now. With a trembling hand, he weakly cupped your cheek, too weak and defeated to speak. You held the hand to your cheek, feeling his strength fade. He forced out these words from his lips:
“Promise me you won't cry.”
You were left clutching at the air, crying without knowing why. All you knew is that your heart ached, with your throat choking itself, all without reason.
You now went to plays alone and came home alone. But none of it interested you. You thought it would give some sort of clue if you kept going, but nothing. Nothing. It was as if you where chasing a ghost. Or perhaps a bird that had flown away. Or perhaps a fleeting moment.
One day, in desperation, you called out someone’s name. “Lord Elbert?” You had been scared to approach Elbert since your pregnancy because the young lord was jealous of “his” attention. Elbert turned around with elegant, gentle marble features set in a stone-like expression. Fingertips coated with red curled around a fallen sparrow, its skull smashed in. You felt nauseous at the sight.
“Have you felt anything... missing as of late?” At these words, Elbert’s expression became twisted and tormented. You could have sworn you saw fear in those eyes. Elbert turned and left with heavy yet silent footsteps, without a single word.
You now lie in bed, holding your newborn child to your chest. Many quiet, sleepless nights were spent like this, staring up into the empty ceiling. Something crucial was missing, but you didn't know what. Sometimes your chest would heave, and you would let the searing tears guide you to the medicine called sleep.
His memory haunted you around every corner. You would come home from the market in good spirits, only to be met with cold silence. Opening a door excitedly and finding the room empty. The scent of “him” still lingering, but the person in question remained absent. You would stare at the open air, waiting for something to appear. As if “he” would jump out from under the table and assure you it was all just an elaborate joke.
“He” tried so desperately to engrave himself into your body and soul, but he had left your memory in the blink of an eye. How comforting it was to live in an illusion, to let hope blind you from the truth. Your heart felt so empty that any sort of sensation, any sort of comfort or relief would do. You just wanted to feel something again. But you felt something to begin with? And what did you even feel? You didn't need any of these feelings. You had no idea where any of them came from or why they were there.
This poisonous pain wouldn’t stop seeping into your very being. You wanted this pain to go away. You didn’t need it, you didn’t want it.
As your child grew, they bore more and more resemblance to someone you used to know. You held their face in your hands, staring into their twinkling eyes. Their luscious raven hair. But who? You didn't know. You wouldn't even be able to know. It was as if someone had pulled a dark blindfold over one person.
“What kind of person was he?” You had no answer.
Author's Notes
I've had this idea in my head for quite a while, but I was unable to do it justice... Again, I probably shouldn't have wrote it at 5 am.
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Hello, I hope you having a nice day/evening. How would the characters react if the MC suddenly turned into a child (4 or 5 years old) while helping Roger?
𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐌𝐂 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʀᴇx, ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʏ, ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ, ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪᴀ, ᴀʟꜰᴏɴꜱᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴄᴀ, ʀᴏɢᴇʀ ʙᴀʀᴇʟ, ᴊᴜ��ᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ, ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:
𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊
#𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗
Secretly enjoys this more than he should
Takes you outside in the streets, with you in his arms as you play with his earrings. He will not hesitate to tell people that you are his daughter
#𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘
Straight—up thanked Roger for accidentally turning you into a child
Feeds you sweets himself, and will play dolls with you. If you start running, he will probably let you until you're tired so you can cuddle with him
#𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒
Takes you to work... also says you're his child that him and (older) you have
He gives you the script of his new play so that he can play the male lead and you the female lead. Everyone gushes over how cute you two are
#𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀
Will not take you to his room. It's too messy, and any sharp objects may hurt you
Will buy you anything and everything your eyes land on. He indulges in this since when you were an adult again, you wouldn't let him spend money recklessly... now what are you gonna do?
#𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀
Can and will buy you a small monocle for funsies
Your feet will never touch the ground he always has you in his arms when doing detective work
#𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋
Would probably ask someone else to take care of you, but since he's the one that caused you to be like this, he does it
Lowkey enjoys it, he gets to teach you medicine all over again
#𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀
You can run around in his office as long as you don't break anything, got it?
He probably asks Ellis to take care of you since he's too busy, but when he finds Ellis making you giggle, he feels guilty and wants to spend time with you
#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
He genuinely acts like your dad
He sits you on his lap in the gardens and makes you a small flower crown while teaching you how to make one. It comes out wrong, but he's proud regardless
#𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑
Let's you play with his hair, like braids and stuff
He does cute designs on your hair, and then you cuddle into his chest with his jacket, keeping you warm
©️umi-adxhira [10/08/2023]
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phantom of a hand.
856 words. angst. very tiny spoilers for alfons’ rt. features: “alfons sylvatica” × gn! reader.
꒰ summary ꒱ you go to the festival and feel a phantom of a voice; you go to the room and feel a phantom of a hand.
that pie throwing festival was fun.
“your face’s wide open!” the splat of pie cream could be heard as something collided with your face before you could dodge.
“one point for the red team!”
there was little time to wipe your face clean; plates of pies were being thrown everywhere in the open park, and you hardly wanted to miss out.
you could always take a bath afterward. that’s what you had always done, after all.
…wasn’t it?
“take that!” you shouted, bursting into laughter as the pie you threw flew in the air in an arched trajectory before falling flat on someone’s chest.
hearty laughter and shouting could be heard across the entire park. you could dodge some shots — though maybe at the expense of another person — but right now, in this very moment, you just wanted to relish in the lively noise.
a sense of urgent desire drove your actions. it was as though a phantom was beside you, whispering the very words, “there is nothing more important than living in the moment, (y/n).”
because you knew that when everything ended, you would walk into the quiet of the city.
it was a strangely familiar sensation, as though you had walked these very streets, after the very same festival, sometime before. you had placed your arm on the rail somewhere near the lamppost that was about to light up the streets in lieu of the sun, looking out into the city from a distance.
it was all too familiar, yet foreign at the same time. or perhaps, something was missing, as though you were missing a single piece of a puzzle.
the picture was mostly complete, except for one thing.
but what was that thing?
every time you passed around this bridge, even during the day, you would feel a tiny twinge in your heart. it was like someone was wringing it.
someone you didn’t know.
you had a feeling you were forgetting something that truly mattered to you.
the ache was always there, but for some odd reason you couldn’t quite pin down. the ache morphed into pain, opening a hole in your heart, until your vision blurred.
was it because of how quiet and somber your surroundings had become after engaging in something so boisterous and lively?
only the gentle breeze could answer, drying your cheeks of the tears that fell.
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the room when you came in was empty enough to leave behind no sign of life. it was not dusty enough, however, to suggest any abandonment.
after all, you had always kept it clean.
you didn’t know why, but you felt a deep attachment to this room. when you asked around, though, everyone had claimed no one has ever occupied this room before.
was this also a feeling induced by another life?
you walked around the room, tracing your fingers around the spotless furniture. finally, your hands stopped on a black cloth that covered something rather tall and narrow, if the cloth could hug its edges. before, you had a strange feeling, much like what you had felt before in the city around the bridge, that you shouldn’t touch that cloth.
but today, you found the courage in you to defy that voice that told you otherwise.
gripping the black cloth, you pulled it toward you, removing it and revealing what was beneath it all along.
the sight took your breath away.
before you was a mirror, tall enough to reflect your whole person. yet, due to how shattered it was on the surface, your own reflection became distorted with the fractures in the glass.
it looked as though someone had punched through it.
but who?
against your better judgment, your fingers made their way to the mirror’s surface, feeling something like a magnetic attraction. but you ended up cutting one of your fingertips, causing you to wince and immediately draw back, the pain breaking you from the mysterious spell this “magic mirror” had placed on you.
when you looked at your index finger, red blossomed from where you had cut it.
“i do find it oddly curious how you seem to have a penchant for getting hurt like this.”
who was that? this voice…
“well? let me see the cut.”
that’s right… this voice… his name was——
your thought abruptly cut off there, and once again, tears started to flow, though it didn’t occur to you that you were crying until you heard yourself hiccup.
you raised your arm to your face, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. but alas, it was a futile effort.
“hehe, first you cut yourself and now you shed tears like this. you truly are a handful sometimes. and yet, i do find your tears ever so endearing.”
you no longer knew if you were crying because of the cut on your finger, or because of the phantom warmth you felt on your cheek from someone you no longer remembered.
but if you knew one thing…
it was that the tears couldn’t stop falling to the ground now — as there was no longer any hand to catch them.
fin.
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♡ Suitors ♡ · Roger, William and Alfons.🩷
⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, kind of angsty.
His hands roam your body, his fingers teasing all of your sweet spots and undressing you with a practised hand.
Even if you still resent him for how he betrayed you, your body still loves his touch and craves it. You haven't changed one bit since he remembers… except you've gotten quite snarky and aggressive towards him.
But he still likes you, even if you're like this.
He holds you closely as he penetrates you, his cock sinking into you with one swift thrust before he ruthlessly fucks you into the mattress. Even if you curse him, curse his name, and tell him how much you hate him, you still come undone beneath him. Your nails claw his back so hard that you leave marks behind. He turns you into an overstimulated mess with tears running down your face, and his cum dripping down your legs.
Unfortunately, you don't waste a second to stay any longer once you're done having sex. You put on your clothes and leave him.
It's okay though, even if you leave him the moment that you've finished, he knows you'll be back. He knows that it doesn't matter how many times he makes you cry, you'll always come back.
But why does he feel a pang of guilt in his chest every time you leave?...
You shouldn't have indulged in your desires, as tempting as they were.
He was the worst temptation of all, and even if you hated him you still couldn't resist wanting him and his body.
You touch him, craving more and more of him throughout the night even as you know this will be nothing but a fleeting moment where you exchange intimacy. Your lust for him still manages to overthrow the part of you that resents him, and you run your fingers through his smooth hair while his face makes its way between your thighs.
He takes care of you throughout the night and until morning, his mind curious about what path you'd take next…? What would you do? Go back to your normal life and cut him off, or continue to seek him out like this?
Not wanting to do anything more than fuck him, you leave him once you're done and head off to who knows where.
Only later when you stop visiting him for a late night tryst does he find out that you've found a new lover.
A fair enough play of events for the self-righteous king who left his little robin all alone outside in the raging storm.
Why does he feel some envy when he sees you happily holding hands with your new lover though?
You hate this man full of lies and illusions.
He's a sick…sick…twisted evil man.
Even if so, he continues to please you with his body and toy with you despite knowing you hate him.
He puts his body on yours, your tongues coming together to entangle in a kiss while he strips you of your undergarments and positions you on his lap. His big hands hold your soft thighs as his fingers make their way towards your entrance, and then slide inside of your wetness with ease.
"Isn't this the best proof that you're enjoying it?" He asks you while slipping another finger inside of you, and making your face flush red in embarrassment at how easily his fingers enter inside of your body without any resistance.
He unbuckles his belt, allowing his cock to spring out of its confines and then eagerly press against your entrance. Even if you can't stand him... what's wrong with indulging in the temporary pleasures that he can provide you with and escaping reality?
How he holds you is awfully sweet and gentle… almost like a lover would, while he whispers sweet little words of praise in your ear.
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— chrysanthemums.
elbert greetia x gn! reader
content: sfw ; angst ; character study ; mild(?) spoilers for william’s route ; victorian flower language ; self indulgent (screw plot)
(partially) inspired by: tonight you belong to me by patience and prudence
word count: ~754
a/n: first ikevil fic, trying to wrap my head around the characters …
Of course Elbert knows you belong to Will.
After all, you were the most beautiful when you're with him. He's seen the image many times throughout your stay in the castle. The way you light up when William enters the room, the lift in your voice when speaking to him, the love in your eyes when William is reflected on it.
The way that William is the reason for your beauty.
If the gods pried into his brain and search for the question he's asked the most—the question thought to himself in fitful nights of longing and early morning blues, something that even Elbert feels guilty of admitting through words— it would be:
Why?
Why you? Why William? Why not him-
That was the thing he has been trying to find the answer for ever since his own eyes landed on you that night. A robin caught in a gathering of villains, like a single white rose in a bush of red. He had almost wanted to pluck you and keep you to himself. Until William’s voice chimed in, recognizing you, and you, who shared the same sentiment.
A month passed by in a blur, it was easy for Elbert to get lost in time. But he would always remember the determination in your eyes in that meeting regarding the papers detailing the “crimes” of William Rex. Your eyes shone with a beauty brought out by the King himself.
You'd almost caught him marvelling at the sight of you.
He wanted to help, one way or another. However, the Crown could not move under the name of the Queen, or in large groups due to the risks in secrecy, so he asked Alfons to act in his stead.
“Your ability is suitable for infiltrating the enemy headquarters… May I trouble you to go with them?”
In the end, he's aware of why it was William you chose. It was a fact that he knew deep down in his heart, something he'd rarely acknowledge and yet will resurface everytime his mind wanders to the thought of you.
William Rex is everything that Elbert Greetia isn't.
And in that very fact alone lies Elbert’s own tragedy. One that'll slowly eat him up from the inside until there's nothing left but the remains of a monomanic yearning.
Not every beautiful thing could be his, Alfons would poke in the playful manner that he usually dons. But perhaps his words do hold weight in this situation.
It's alright, he can settle for watching from afar.
(No he can't. His curse could never allow it. He wants, he wants, he wants... And that was how his destiny wrote itself in tragedy.)
Elbert knows of the fact that he's awful at suppressing his tendencies. Hands that can't be kept to himself, always wandering to something he'd desire, it was usually a question of when he'll have it- rarely a question of if, up until now at least.
Those same hands that desired more, now held yours in a slow waltz.
"Al informed me that William went out on a mission... I was… quite surprised to find out that you did not come along with him."
"It's because it's quite late, and William insisted that I stay behind tonight."
step, step, step.
A dance across the garden, that was his invitation. Indulging in the opportunity that arose in William's absence. It was Elbert’s own way of satiating his want.
(though it will never be enough)
Some part of him feared that by interacting with you like this, he'd yet again desire for more. More than a longing stare across the dining table, more than a dance in the garden, more than just his hand in yours.
“How about you, Lord Elbert? You seem troubled these days.”
“...Ah, how so?”
And just as both of you reached the middle of the pavilion, you let go. The coldness setting on his hands faster than he'd like in the absence of your warmth.
And in the next breath, you'd take your leave- greeting the wistful earl a goodnight. Heels clicking as you step out of the pavilion and into the moonlight, until you were nothing but a distant figure, one he did not take his eyes off until you'd reach the confines of the castle, your silhouette disappearing from his sight
And once again, he stood alone in the garden pavilion.
The yellow chrysanthemums looked bitter under the moonlight, and he knows that those same flowers would never bloom in an azure hue.
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#elbert greetia x reader#ikemen villains x reader#ikemen series#ikemen villains#elbert greetia#ikevil#ikevil elbert#cybird otome
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Day 5 | Edging - Alfons
Kinktober masterlist
Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)
Word count: 900
18+, PWP, teasing, orgasm control, overstimulation, sub reader, fingering, minimal editing
“Please please please,” you pleaded as Alfons’s fingers sank back into you agonizingly slowly. Brushing up against just the right spot that only made you want more and squirm.
“My my, what a needy darling.”
His cruel fingers curled and rubbed and abused the spot that sent heat shooting through you. You inhale shakily as your eyes closed. Leaving you clueless to the glint in his eyes that watched your flushed face contorting in pleasure. Your chest heaving. Toes curling. Hips pushing up onto his hand only to freeze when it feels too good. A moan falling from your lips. So close. So close. Just a little more. You need it. You had to-
A cold bucket of water metaphorically splashed down on you when his fingers suddenly went at a snail’s pace. Agonizingly slow. You stared between him and his hand. Your brow furrowed.
“Why-?”
“You didn’t want it to be over so soon, did you? Pleasure should be drawn out as much as possible. Especially to keep that pretty little head of yours from wandering again. Look how relaxed you are now.”
That was the last thing your body was. Every muscle tensed with each stroke. You clenched needily around him.
“I’d be more relaxed if you just let me.”
“If I let you what?” His eyes watched you closely. Tilting his hand up just slightly. Slowly speeding up.
You squirmed and held back the moan in your throat. Your hand twisted in the bedsheet.
“Cum.”
He tsked. “No need to be impatient. I promise I’ll get you there eventually.”
The pad of his finger applies pressure again and you gasp. Still sensitive from earlier. He built you up slowly. Gave you more and more. Getting you hot. Plunging until you felt the coil in you tighten again, before deliberately slowing his pace once more. Your body spasmed in need. Near panic flooded through it at your fading climax yet again. Screamed to get it back. You desperately rutted into his hand before you knew what you were doing.
He let out a breath of a laugh and held you down. You bit your pouting lip and glared at him. He smirked and twisted his fingers. A moan ripped from your throat.
“You really are adorable,” he said.
The pad of his finger circled the spot that made you gasp. He pulled nearly out then back in, just barely missing the spot.
You bit your lip again. “Fuck you.”
“Oh? Only if you have enough energy after we’ve satisfied you.”
The same curse was on the tip of your tongue, but you knew he’d just turn it against you. Not that it mattered because you couldn’t even remember it in a few seconds. Mind only filled with how each sensation made pleasure prickle and blossom across your nerves. At how much you wanted it.
He fingerfucked each thought out of you. Kept you on the edge each passing minute. Kept you needing him and drew every expression and sound out of you. Your chest heaved. Ears filled with your shallow breaths. Nose invaded by the intoxicating sweet smell from him. Speeding and slowing down just enough. So good it hurt.
You were close again. You bit your lip. Try to keep your body still. You needed to hide it. Praying he’d miss it and accidentally push you off the edge finally. Please don’t notice.
He was about to push the last time you needed. Almost there, then stopped before he could graze it.
Your lip quivered and tears rolled down your cheek.
He leaned in and kissed your face. His breath fanned across your skin.
“If you beg nicely enough, I might let you experience the peak of pleasure.”
You were so messed up you couldn’t remember how to beg. You struggled for words. His own mixing and muddling in your brain while your body screamed that you were losing it.
“P-please. I want to cum. I need it.”
He continued slowly. Each movement teased as he sped up. Your desperate brain latched onto that promise.
“Please. Please. I’ll do anything. Just let me.”
He chuckled and leaned in. “You should never offer to do anything, my dear. Some villain might actually take full use of it.”
Thumb kneaded and pressed against your sensitive bit. Rubbing it and thrusting into you over and over again. So sensitive it took barely any time to get you there all over again. You twisted. Tears streaming down and begging.
“Please, Alfons. Please, please,” you chanted the word until you forgot the meaning
You try to rock into his hand but his other keeps you in place. Your hands grip and squeeze into the sleeves on his arm like an anchor.
Your high came crashing down on you like a tsunami. You screamed out as it washed over you and you made a mess.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
You shuddered as you wrapped your arms around him. You clung to him as you rode it out. The aftershocks still made you moan as you rocked. His clean hand went to your head and stroked it soothingly. A strange contrast to how he tormented you just moments before. Your tear streaked face rested against him as you caught your breath. He held you.
He rubbed a piece of your hair. “See? I told you that you’d get there. You did good.”
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Thinking about getting super drunk and accidentally confessing to Alfons that you have feelings for him, but kept your distance because you're sure he'll never return them.
And during it all you accidentally say "I love you," and instantly start bawling your eyes out because you think he's going to leave you and run away for saying that
#like Verosika in Helluva Boss when she said why Blitzø broke up with her#been thinking about this lately for some reason#ikevil#ikemen villains#alfons sylvatica#ikevil alfons#angst#ikevil alfons x reader#? kinda?
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༊*·˚ 冬の深夜、凍った星が光った。
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( nagi! ) — welcome! ☁️
she, he, they. 18↑. requests are closed. fandoms may change.
i have an ao3 where i mostly post canon x canon works there!
sometimes i write ✨✨ ... i post random things when inspiration strikes! i do edits and stim boards sometimes.
my ask box and inbox is open if you wanna chat!
may contain nsfw (tagged as nsfw) or darker contents.
this is a side blog.
☁️ — stories & head canons.
aesop carl does your makeup.
edgar valden (tries to) comfort you.
ji-woon hak going yandere for you.
dbd killers taking care of a sick reader. (ghostface, legion, nurse, twins, mastermind)
random ithaqua head canons to cope with sparse lore updates.
hope is like ice cream. // ao3 ver.
reflections on the self.
you have a snowball fight with ithaqua in the middle of a match.
a game of tag.
an unspoken contract. // ao3 ver.
the world of a snow globe.
on warmth.
a certain reunion.
pain and desire.
a stroke of luck.
dual punishment.
a bird in a cage // bloody kisses.
faces.
christmas wishes.
dead men tell no tales.
a “fever dream”.
a promise i want to keep.
gazing at the moon.
a source of comfort.
may we never forget.
☁️ — media.
rosemary! naiad stim board.
frost! wu chang stim board.
tuberose! ripper stim board.
susie lavoie stim board.
last dance! bloody queen stim board.
far east wind! wu chang stim board.
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our new october queen.
riddle rosehearts + floyd leech stim board.
twisted wonderland new years' attire 2024 icons.
ikemen series stim boards. (masterlist)
ikeseries vice and virtue mc edits & pfps.
some ikevil matching pfps ①. (william, liam, alfons, elbert, ellis)
some ikevil matching pfps ②. (harrison, jude, roger, victor)
some ikevil matching pfps ③. (elbert, alfons, ellis, jude)
some ikevil matching pfps ③². (roger, alfons)
☁️ — other.
30 day twst challenge: all days.
virtue and vice | an ikemen villains playlist.
virtue and vice | an ikemen prince playlist.
elbert greetia (ikevil) playlist.
alfons sylvatica (ikevil) playlist.
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Some facts.
Alfons... That bitch is a left handed mf.
Or at least his sword hand is his left hand.
I've made that conclusion from which side he rests his sword on. It would be hard to unsheathe it swiftly from his right hip with his right hand. Thus the assumption.
Also new info on the maids.
That's so adorable and nice 🥹🥹
I feel so happy for them (◍•ᴗ•◍)
Also Victor is the tallest. Coming in at second is Roger. (Both a little over 6 ft)
And Ellis was discrided as tall in the prologue.... I've been scammed.
#ikemen x reader#ikevil#ikevil jude#ikevil alfons#the palace maids#ikemen villains#ikevil ellis#ikevil elbert#ikevil en#ikevil william#ikevil liam#ikevil victor#ikevil harrison
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Day 11 | Threesome - Alfons & Liam
Kinktober masterlist
Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)
Word count: 2.3k
18+, slight dubcon? (reader implied to be slightly tipsy), skinny dipping, Alfons being a perv, in water, slight Liam x Alfons, anal fingering, double penetration, hand jobs, minimal editing
A/n: If it turns out Liam actually hates swimming, forgive me. Also sorry this is a bit late, I didn't want to rush it
“What should we do next?” Liam skipped down the street.
“Nothing too dangerous. I don't want to lose you both in one night and have to tell Victor.” You looked between both Liam and Alfons.
“We've done this many times before and came back to tell the tale, haven't we?” Alfons said.
Honestly, their “tales” didn’t put you at ease. Although you told yourself you’d come to make sure they were alright, you genuinely did want to hang out with them and have fun.
The night streets of London always felt much more fun with them around. It always felt so much safer with them. To your left was a body of water.
You stared out into the dark, rippling water. The light from the lamps reflected a gold orange off of it. With all of the excitement that night, you let the tension fade and relax as you stared.
“Do you want to go swimming?”
Liam’s voice in your ear made you jump. You didn’t see him get that close. You pressed your lips into a line as you thought and glanced back at the lake. It might be a little bit cool, but the night was warm. And the shimmering water looked so inviting. And you never swam with them before. It would be fun.
“But we don't have any bathing suits.”
“We don't have to be wearing any,” Alfons appeared on the other side of you. Too close.
You rolled your eyes.
Liam smiled. “Oh, that’s a good idea, Al.”
“Thank you, my dear kitty. Now, shall we?” Alfons said.
Your face flushed. The drink you had earlier probably didn’t help.
“Now hold on…” you started.
Liam’s eyes flickered to you. “Is everything alright?” His smile faded for a brief second then returned just as quick. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. We can go do whatever you want.”
“Hmm,” Alfons hummed. “If you’re nervous about seeing us nude, I can make you see bathing suits to protect your pure, innocent mind. Or any type of dream you desire,” his voice turned low with the last sentence.
“No. Even if I can’t see it, you’ll be able to see me,” you said.
You looked back at the lake in thought. It did sound nice. To just try something new and give in to let yourself do whatever you wanted. And it would be dark anyway. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you found yourself nodding.
“You know what? Fuck it. Let’s do it.”
Liam’s face lit up.
Alfons smiled. “Splendid.”
“But,” you interjected. “We’ll all be staying below the water, and I’m going to get in where you can’t see me.”
You already started making your way down to the water and to the left. Heading to a large shadow behind a tree. If there was anywhere they wouldn’t be able to see you, it was there.
“Be careful,” Liam called after you. You waved.
Your feet padded in the grass in the dark. Once out of sight, you tugged your clothes off. The warm fabric pulled off of your body, making you shiver a bit. Your heart pounded in your chest and you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face. The blanket of darkness helped your nerves. Knowing you were nude in public, but no one could see it.
You pulled on your underwear, considering leaving it on. But you didn’t want to have any wet clothes after. And you would be underwater. Your face felt warm against the air. It would probably be fine, and you took it off.
You carefully tucked your clothes into a low branch on the tree and started climbing into the water. Your toes sunk into the mud. You took one careful step at a time, feeling how the water enveloped your body.
You shivered once the water reached your chest. A deep breath filled your lungs before you swam to Alfons and Liam.
Liam smiled at the sight of you and waved. He was deeper in the water, already swimming around while Alfons seemed to be relaxing in the more shallow section. You swam a bit closer.
Even in the dark, you could see the dim light on their bare shoulders, making their muscles look a bit more defined than usual. Your skin felt warmer, even in the water. You tried to keep a straight face. All you had to do was not remember that they were completely naked beneath the water.
With a strong blush on your face, you swam and splashed in the water. Letting yourself do whatever you wanted.
“Finally letting yourself have fun?” Alfons asked.
On another occasion, you might have had a retort. But you just smiled and said, “Yes.”
And tried not to let your eyes drift.
“I’m happy to hear it.” Liam swam over to you. “Say, let’s have a race. You want to join in, Al?”
“I’m quite fine. Physical exertion isn’t quite for me.”
Liam’s eyes shifted to you.
“Sure!”
“First one to that rock on the shore-”
“Liam, I’d have to get out of the water.”
“Oops. Sorry. First one to… that spot,” he pointed to a vague spot in the water, “wins.”
You supposed it didn’t matter if there wasn’t a concrete way of telling who won. It was just fun.
“Okay. Three, two, one, go!”
You swam with him. Trying not to laugh and swallow up the water as you went. Water splashed into your face as he paddled faster than you, pulling ahead. In a moment of desperation, you swept your hand across the water and splashed a wave onto him.
He sputtered for a second which made you freeze in concern until he turned to you. His wet hair dripped over his eyes.
“Not fair.” He splashed back at you, but noticeably not as much.
You turned and covered your face.
A splash fight broke out. Slapping the water, trying to get the other back. You couldn’t stop laughing. If your hair wasn’t wet before, it was now.
“Okay, okay,” Liam relented. He blew a droplet of water off his nose.
“You okay?” You got closer. Your toes managed to touch the water here as you tried to walk to him.
“Yep. I’m ju- sneak attack!”
You yelped as he lunged and wrapped his arms around you. A large wave came from it as you nearly bobbed below the water. But just before your head could go under, he pulled you up into his chest. Relief raced through you and you giggled with your hand on his chest. Your heart was pounding. Next thing you knew, he was spinning you around. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.
You caught your breath as his arms stayed wrapped around you. The heat returned to you when you realized how close you were. Your skin was on his. You couldn’t pull your hand away.
“You two seem to be having a blast. Can I join in?”
Without asking, Alfons slid in behind you. You jumped a bit. How were they so good at sneaking up on you?
Alfons’s hand rested on your bare shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat. It was so simple, but had your skin warming up further. His fingertips lightly dragged across you.
Your fingers curled, reminding you of Liam right in front of you. How you were sandwiched between them. How they didn’t have any clothes on. They were naked on either side of you.You were naked.
A fire lit in your nerves.
Alfons’s breath brushed across your ear. “I have an idea for something more fun, and pleasurable.” His hands slid down your arms. You leaned into him. “What do you think, Liam? Shall we let our new playmate join in on the fun?”
Liam nodded and looked at you. “I want to if you want to. What do you think?” Liam leaned in closer to you. His face was so close.
You nodded.
A brief look of surprise flashed across their faces.
“I want to,” you said loud and clear.
Liam smiled and hugged you close. He buried his face in the crook of your neck. A grin spread across Alfons’s face.
“Wonderful.”
His arms wrapped low around your waist and pulled you back into him. Your feet landed on a slightly more shallow spot where it was easier to keep your head out of the water. His hand dipped low and spread across your sensitive skin.
Liam’s hand wandered down too. Tracing against your hip then thigh. He moved his fingers to your sex only to bump into Alfons’s hand.
“I’ll take care of it here,” Alfons’s said. “You can focus on making our plaything feel good elsewhere.”
Alfons’s practiced hand dragged and teased where it felt good. Rubbing you over and over again. A moan fell from your lips.
“I can make you feel good too,” Liam said.
His hands smoothed over your chest. His fingertips landed on your nipples and circled around them. You jolted and felt the heat between your legs grow.
“Does it feel good?” Liam’s lips were so close to yours.
You nodded.
You didn’t know who leaned in first, but you were kissing him. Your hot lips meshed together. His tongue tangled with your while your thighs clenched. Your hands coiled in his hair and held him close. His fingers still rolled and toyed with your nipples.
Alfons’s lips brushed against your cheek.
“I want a kiss too.”
Your mouth was pulled away from Liam’s and instantly replaced with Alfons’s. He invaded your taste, drawing small moans from you. Your eyes were barely lidded. Your muscles were weak and leaned against them from support.
Liam leaned in again. You could hardly tell who you were kissing anymore. A hot mess of lips until the cool air hit yours again. Your eyes fluttered open to see them kissing each other. Alfon’s thumb pressed harder against you and you let out a whimper.
They parted.
“Did seeing us kiss turn you on?” Alfons teased with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“We can do it again,” Liam offered.
You stuttered. Your brain was far too clouded.
Alfons chuckled. His fingers moved down to your asshole. Teasing and slowly pushing inside.
“What are you doing?” You asked as you felt yourself clench around his finger.
“We have to prepare you. We both want you.”
Your eyes widened when you realized what that meant.
Liam played with the neglected part of you while Alfons thrusted deeper and scissored in you. You squirmed in their grasp. Getting so worked up it hurt.
Alfons pulled out and you felt something hot prod in its place.
“Are you ready?” Alfons whispered in your ear.
Liam did the same and pressed himself against you.
“They’re not gonna fit,” you whined. You felt yourself twitch.
“Sure they can, we just have to go slow.” Alfons’s hand caressed you soothingly. “Do you want to go first, Liam?”
“Sure!”
Liam’s length slowly pushed into your hole. You bit your lip, as he entered you more and more. Pressing against your walls. His hips jerked and he started thrusting. The water sloshed around you both with each movement
Just as you were getting used to it, you felt Alfons push in. Your mouth opened wide as you felt the stretch, Curses on the tip of your tongue. Your body bounced with each thrust as they grew deeper. The sting fading away and only making you feel hot.
You clenched around both of them. Barely even aware of the sinful sounds coming from your mouth.
Their hands lifted you up and your legs hooked around Liam’s waist. The different paces making your brain melt. Alfons going slow and long while Liam’s were shallow and fast. Each one making your body tense up more and more.
“Are you close, dear?”
Liam panted. “Go ahead. Cum.”
Like your body was listening, your orgasm suddenly crashed on you. Your nerves drowned and twitched in hot pleasure that shot and flooded through you. Spasming around them, only making them press where it felt good more. You cried out and buried your face into Liam while Alfons smoothed your skin.
Your chest heaved as you came down. Sweat sticking to the skin that the water didn’t lap at.
“Did it feel good?” Liam whispered.
You nodded. “Yeah. Really good. Really really good.”
“Good.” Liam hugged you.
“Ah, but Liam. You haven’t reached your peak, have you?”
You slowly lifted your head and realized Alfons was right.
Before Liam could protest and say he didn’t need it, Alfons weaved his hand around you to reach Liam. Liam gasped and his face flushed.
“I can’t let my other playmate not reach the peak of pleasure,” Alfons said. The water rippled as he moved his hand.
Your eyes slowly turned to Alfons as the haze cleared from your head.
“You haven’t cum yet either,” you said.
Without a second thought, your hand reached down and wrapped around him. He jumped and his muscles twitched. You slowly moved your fist up and down.
“Hey,” Liam managed to say through his whimpers, “I wanna help too.” And he reached over.
You all helped each other get off. Touching and jerking until they both finally squirted their load and leaned against you.
You all rested on each other. Their hair tickled your skin. Your wrist hung limply as it rested. You didn’t know how long you stayed there.
“Are we ready to get back to the castle?” you asked.
Liam nodded.
Alfons stood up straighter and the corners of his mouth curved up. “Shall we all sleep together once we’re back.”
Liam said “Oh, that’s probably a good idea,” while you laughed.
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Day 27 | Aphrodisiac - Alfons
Kinktober masterlist
Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)
Word count: 1.1k
18+, dubcon, nonconsensual drugging (not from Alfons), sub reader, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, minimal editing
Your elbow rested on the wooden counter at the bar. You sat up a bit straighter. “Well, I beg to differ. I’m not that naive.”
“You say that when you foolishly followed me blindly into a nest of sin,” Alfons said, swirling his own drink in hand.
“Don't be overdramatic. It's a bar.”
“Are you certain? You’ve been with Crown long enough to know nothing is as it appears on the surface.”
You kept your mouth closed for a second. He did have a point. You leaned back. “Well, I'm with you right now, so nothing too bad can happen to me.”
He paused and looked down while sighing. “What makes you think I would help you?” He smiled with a strange look in his eyes. “I do despise any work. I'd want something in return if I had to rescue you from your own foolishness.”
You leaned back forward and your eyebrow raised. Your jaw clenched and unclenched as you stared at him unmoving for a few seconds.
Eventually you sat back and sighed. “Fuck you.”
You turned back to your drink on the right and took a long sip while he laughed.
“I suppose I can let you if you ask nicely.”
You gave him the middle finger without even looking his way.
Shortly after, and after talking a bit more, you paid for your drinks and left. His teasing must had gotten to you, because for a second you worried one man was staring at you and going to follow you out. But he didn’t as Alfons joined you out and you shook your head.
It was dark. Making every shadow like an abyss where anything could lurk. His shoes clicked on the walk next to you.
Your body was warmer than usual. You pinned it on the alcohol, but you didn’t think you drank that much.
Your body was burning, and your breathing got heavy as you tried to ignore it. You blinked and tried to focus on the ground.
You squinted as your brain turned fuzzy. And dizzy. You wanted to hug onto Alfons for support, but you shook your head.
Your heart beat out of your chest as panic started to fill your body but it still clammed up either way.
“Are you alright?” He looked at you. You think with concern, but you could hardly focus on it.
You opened your mouth to say yes, but another way hit your body and you nearly stopped walking. “No.”
He stepped closer. He only touched your arm but you shuddered and let out an embarrassingly sinful noise for such a small touch. He froze. Your eyes widened and your face grew even warmer than it was before.
“Let me see,” he said.
He gently held your chin to examine your face. His breath fanned over your sensitive skin. His fingers lightly grazed across your skin and set fires inside you. You bit your lip. Your muscles trembled.
“Oh dear. It seems someone slipped something into your drink. You should be more careful about that.”
You whined. It was too much. Your nerves were on fire. You wanted to rub against him, wanted to have him use his fingers or mouth or anything to get it to go away.
His expression turned strangely soft.
“Would you like some help?” he whispered in your ear.
You bit the inside of your lip harder. Normally you’d say no just for the principle of it. But it hurt so bad. You swallowed your pride and nodded.
He smiled. He swept you into a nearby alleyway and pressed you against the wall.
“H-here?”
“Oh? Did you want to wait until we got back to the castle?”
“... No.” You didn’t think you could wait.
He chuckled softly as he watched your expression.
“Just relax and allow yourself to give into pleasure. I promise it’ll be easier than playing the strong act.”
He pulled you into a kiss. His lips melting into yours. His tongue pushed in and stole your breath away. His hand went down to push aside your clothes. The cool air hit your burning skin and you gasped, allowing him to push further in.
His fingers played and toyed with your sex. Pushing against where you throbbed. You moaned loudly. His mouth swallowed the sound, as if stealing it for himself. The pressure built already as you bucked against him.
He pulled back and your mouth followed his. You whined. He couldn’t help but smile at how cutely you looked at him. He leaned in and nipped lightly at your ear, and felt how your body shuddered. His lips trailed down to your neck as he placed kisses and bites all over your burning skin. You were like putty in his hands.
He shook his head, thinking about how careless you could be. You shouldn’t have followed him.
“You truly are an earnest fool. There’s no telling what would have happened if a gentleman like me hadn’t been here.”
You opened your mouth to refute him being a gentleman when he lightly bit at your pulse point and delved his finger into you. You whimpered and tried to clench your thighs together. It hurt so bad, but you wouldn’t cum.
“Please,” you pleaded.
“Patience.”
He pulled away from your neck and kneeled down in front of you. His breath caressed your hot sex. He licked along it and pleasure shot through you. Your body arched into his mouth. His lips grazed against you and teased. He stimulated every part of you, drawing out every sound. Your hands went to his hair and tugged. He pushed his mouth further onto you and you nearly screamed.
You whined and groaned as he licked you. It burned so much. You held his head and pushed him further onto you. Feeling how his tongue swiped all over you. It wasn't enough. You bucked your hips into his mouth. Moaning and pleading.
Your vision turned blurry. Too desperate to care where you were. You just needed it.
It built like a tidal wave. Your eyes widened. Your breaths got heavier. Begging and pleading for it to finally crash down onto you. He noticed and lapped at you even faster. Then slowly run his tongue along where you needed it most, then swirled around it. He nudged and stimulated each part that made the pressure build. Until one final push and it finally ripped through you. Hot tears leaked from the corners of your eyes.
You screamed out as your nails dug into his scalp. His tongue kept rocking against you as you rode out your orgasm. Sucking every last bit of it. Your body suddenly felt weak.
He stood up and you slumped into him. He held you in his arms and he stroked your hair.
“See? It turned out just fine. Now let’s get you back.”
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