#ikevil roger

[cosmowgyral]

Villain's Festival 2025

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

⊹▸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

In the midst of the ongoing chaos in the training grounds, Darius, having brushed against Nica, foresaw a ‘worst-case future’.

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

Jude: If yer that keen, I’ll knock ya flat and let the whole lot watch ya make a right show of yerself.

Jude swung his sword at Nica.

The powerful strike would be devastating if it landed, but its movement was straightforward and easy to predict.

Nica easily dodged the first strike—but the moment he evaded, the next swing was already in motion.

Jude: I ain’t lettin’ ya slip away that easy.

Jude’s relentless onslaught drove Nica further into a corner.

His only weapon was his gun. Without a blade to block with, he had no opening to counterattack.

Realizing he couldn’t dodge any longer, Nica leapt backward.

Darius: Aah, Nica. You’ve done it now.

Nica: Huh…? What..is this….

Nica looked back and noticed that Elbert had stepped on his shadow.

Elbert: …Sorry. I was trying to avoid stepping on anyone’s shadows.

Elbert: But I couldn’t quite handle someone coming at me so suddenly.

Nica: This…is the worst….

The gun slipped from Nica’s hand, and he sank to the ground as if dragged down by gravity.

Nica: No, I don’t believe that…I won’t accept this, no way..!

Nica: Only I…

Nica: This can’t be….I’m the only one….who ended up like this..!

Ring: Nica!

Ring clasped Nica’s outstretched hand, as if answering his silent plea for help.

Nica: …..!

After taking his hand, the pallor on Nica’s face gradually gave way to a healthier flush.

Roger: Elbert’s ability got overwritten by Ring’s, huh.

Elbert: I’m glad…you didn’t have to suffer for long.

While the others talked, Ring peered anxiously into Nica’s face.

Ring: …Are you okay?

Nica: Shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself, Ring?

Freed from Elbert’s ability, Nica picked up his gun and pointed it at Ring.

A gunshot echoed—but his target wasn’t Ring. It was Ellis, standing behind him.

Ellis: …gh

Ellis, who was about to attack Ring from behind, quickly pulled back to dodge Nica’s bullet.

Ellis: What a shame…I thought I could take Ring down just now.

Nica: Playing dirty, huh? And with that innocent looking face too.

Ellis: When everyone’s this strong, I can’t be too picky about playing fair.

As time passed… the sound of clashing steel and gunfire in the training ground was joined by the heavy panting of exhausted fighters.

William adjusted his grip on his longsword, his shoulders rising and falling slightly as he fixed his gaze on Victor.

Victor: Will, you know…it’s alright to take a break now.

William: I’m okay. No need to worry.

The two were evenly matched, and the deadlock showed no signs of breaking.

Victor: We used to spar together so many times back in the day, didn’t we?

Victor: Back then, I couldn’t believe there was someone out there as strong as you.

Victor: Even now, it’s the same. Your sword has only grown sharper—more refined and powerful.

William: I should be the one saying that.

William: When we first started training, I meant to hold back so I wouldn’t hurt you, but now…

William: …You didn’t leave me a choice, forcing me to draw my sword in earnest for the first time.

Even as they reminisced about the past, neither of them eased their relentless attacks.

While they spoke, both kept a keen eye out, waiting for the slightest opening to strike.

It was precisely because they knew each other so well that William and Victor’s battle dragged on.

Meanwhile, Roger was starting to feel the strain as well.

Harrison: …What’s wrong, Roger? Already tired?

With a defiant grin, Harrison brought his sword down on Roger.

He raised his gun vertically, using the barrel to block the attack.

Roger: Look who’s talking. What’s the big idea, not using your gun?

Harrison, who usually relied on his gun, was wielding a sword today.

Because of that, Roger was finding it harder to predict his moves.

Harrison: I just figured a sword would give me the upper hand here… so I left my gun behind.

Harrison: Honestly, it’s stranger that you’re sticking to that rifle of yours.

Roger: As long as I can keep you on your toes with this rifle, that’s all I need.

Roger: I’m only interested in measuring the physical abilities of the cursed.

In that instant, Harrison’s sword movement shifted—from a sweeping slash to a sudden thrust.

To respond to the sudden change, Roger adjusted his gaze… and met Harrison’s eyes.

Harrison: That bit about just wanting ‘to measure physical abilities’—that was a lie, wasn’t it?

With a sly grin, his sword slashed against Roger’s barrel, only to be pushed back.

Roger: Well, well... I thought I was being careful not to meet your eyes, but I guess I couldn’t fool you after all.

A dark shadow suddenly darted between the two.

Ellis: So, Roger… you want to become the strongest man and make Kate happy too, don’t you?

Ellis mercilessly brought his knife down on Roger, forcing him to instinctively block the strike that came from his blind spot.

Roger only managed to pull it off because he barely caught the rustle of Ellis’ clothes.

Ellis: If you’re not just here for data, then I’ll come at you seriously.

He aimed his knife at Roger’s rifle.

Ellis: Hah…!

His attack sent the rifle flying, landing in the corner of the training hall.

Ellis: ….Now you’re out of the fight.

With that, Ellis closed in on Roger, ready to deliver the finishing blow.

However—

Roger: Too naïve.

Roger’s fist struck Ellis squarely on the underside of his jaw.

Ellis: ….gh!

Ellis leaned back with the punch to lessen the impact, but he still took the full force of Roger’s powerful uppercut.

Roger: Come at me. I’ll take you down with these fists alone.

Harrison: …That’s more like it.

Harrison steadied his breathing and aimed his gun at Roger.

Roger: …What the hell? Didn’t you say you left it behind? So you had a gun all along..

Harrison: You know I’m a liar, don’t you?

The men will keep fighting as long as they remain standing—until only one is left.

[Chapter 3] [Masterlist] [Chapter 5]

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Nicaaa! 😭💔

[kibby-reaper]

roger daily routine

- mod kibby

[crimsonchili]

A list of things I would do, if I was in Ikevil:

-Pet Ale

-Give Ale kisses

-Cuddle Ale

-Spoil Ale

-Feed Ale

-Take Ale on walks

-Play with Ale

-Spoil Ale

-Steal Ale

And I guess give Roger the biggest smooch

[shatcey]

1st election EN server

They've changed so many things…

Team names and rewards.

I like the new names, they're funny. The previous one was also funny, but in a different way (Team villains, Team noblemen, Team Love Thief).

So… a new picture with Jude…

Top-3 guys. It will most likely be Jude, Ellis and William or Victor. I'm so sad. Ally won't get this story (sad face)

Liam won't have chibi… again… And who is the last but one? Harry? Poor baby…

Where wasn't Jude's letter in the last year, right? So this is also new.

But this remained the same.

Last year, I hardly participated in this event, so I only received the first two rewards (250 hearts for a guy). OMG, I just remember I got Ellis' story… Ellis' fans will be screaming! Yes, a year ago I was one of you guys. But… not anymore.

But get the epilogue… extremely tempting…

Ally first! Let's see if I dare to claim for another guy or not. Depending on the lucky time.

All pictures from the official X/Twitter of the game.

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[judesmoonbeauty]

Two more days…!

Darlings 🥹

[rjthirsty]

Return Visit

Roger/Eleanor (OC)

Word count: 4,800

Tags: Smut, Size Difference, Vag Fingering, PIV Sex, Crying, Sexual Overstim

Eleanor paused in her steps at the strong but undemanding knocking on her bedroom door. She glanced at the table clock on the nearby desk, noting how late it was, the minute hand inching closer to eleven in the evening. She drew her eyebrows together, contemplating answering at all. A list of possible visitors filtered through her mind - the ones that would call on her at this hour and not wait for morning - most of them were not people she wanted to engage with in the middle of the night, at least not spontaneously like this.

"It's Roger." He didn't knock a second time, but instead answered her pondering out loud, his voice muffled by the door between them.

With it being Roger, she knew he was already aware she was awake and moving around inside her room. She also knew that he would allow her the grace to continue to ignore him if she chose to. He was always giving her a choice, to join him, to ignore him, to overlook a lie, to have a confrontation. He was soft on her, it seemed, and that wasn't entirely unwelcomed.

Deciding that answering wouldn't determine whether she took part in whatever it was he was there to see her about, she crossed her room to turn the latch on her door, opening it to Roger's handsome, smiling face. He was an entire foot taller than her, and with how he shifted to lean his meaty shoulder against her door frame once the barrier was out of the way - effectively keeping her from being able to close it on him at her leisure - she had to crane her neck to look up at him and the space he took up so close to her.

"Hey, Ellie." His smile was meant to be charming. And it was! Probably. But Eleanor knew that smile. With the way Roger was clean and dressed, leaving behind his typical traveling gear, calling on her at this time of night, inserting himself into her room and wearing that smile; Eleanor already pieced together the reason he was here.

"Don't 'hey, Ellie' me." She gave him a bland look to say that she saw through his attempts before he even tried any. "Lay it out for me so we can get on with our night."

Eleanor shifted in her stance, leaning her weight on one hip and crossing her arms as she watched Roger's eyes light up with her directness. He liked that and she knew it, but it wasn't for his benefit she had circumvented the usual beating around the bush. Ellie was just a straightforward woman who despised dressing things up in frivolous jargon.

"I figured we could spend some time together. Don't have any pressing matters until tomorrow evening, and you're still up so your schedule's got to be clear in the morning."

The face of the clock flashed in Ellie's mind as she listened and silently began calculating just how much time she had before she'd be needed tomorrow. Was there enough time to manage the soreness and exhaustion that often came from Roger? He was right about her schedule being open; he was clever, maybe even more so than herself.

"I'll take real good care of you, you know I always do."

He did. Roger was… a bit of a special case. Some might say he was gifted with a rather large cock, but those people would be ones who had never encountered the difficulties of accommodating someone of his size. It was surely not a gift when it required so much preparation and work just to manage to make it fit in any fashion that resembled pleasurable for the one being penetrated by his large member. Eleanor had been on the receiving end of Roger a few times before. They had an understanding and both gained something from the occasional bedding, so it wasn't a surprise that he had come to her again.

After staring at him in silence for several long seconds, contemplating her choices, Ellie tipped her head towards her room and stepped away from the opened door. "Come on in."

Before Roger had closed the door behind him, Eleanor was already undressing. She liked her clothes handled in a particular way that was easier to manage on her own rather than allowing someone else to mismanage them. "Turn the lock, please?" She requested, quickly but delicately removing layer after layer of her clothes to fold and set aside.

"Why don't you let me undress you?" Roger lowered himself into the nearest seat and roughly tugged the laces of his boots loose.

Eleanor stalled for a brief second to put genuine thought behind her answer. "Is it something you enjoy? If not, then the answer is because it's easier and less vexing to do it myself."

"There's a certain amount of enjoyment I get unwrapping a beautiful woman from her clothes." Roger set his boots aside and stood. He tugged his belt free and opened his pants to hang loosely on his hips before he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it haphazardly on the nearby seat he had been in moments ago.

"Make the offer next time and I might allow it." Ellie placed the last of her folded garments into the neat pile she had made. Sweeping her hair over her shoulder, she ran her fingers through it to split the strands into groups and loosely braid it. As her fingers worked her hair, she turned to look towards Roger who had stopped moving, his thoughtful gaze was on her, watching her, the gears in his head clearly turning.

Not wanting to think too hard about what was on Roger's mind, Ellie dragged her eyes down his form. His naked chest was enough to get her heart thumping out of rhythm, but the way his underwear peeked out from the split in his pants that was spread open… She already knew what was below that thin piece of fabric, and it made her pulse quicken.

She pressed her lips together to keep her tongue from parting and wetting them in what would be taken for the lewd act it was, licking her lips in anticipation for what they were about to embark on. A modicum of modesty overtook her, and she darted her gaze towards the far wall, away from Roger's body, trying to find something to catch her interest so she could put to rest the current thoughts in her mind.

Scenes from their previous engagements steadily piled up behind her eyes, so clear that it was like it had happened moments ago. The pit of her stomach clenched in a lustful way, and she shifted her hips as she felt her sex come to life from the memories. She could tell he was still watching her, she could feel his eyes on her, and for a moment she found herself thankful that Roger only had exceptional hearing and not some way to see inside her head.

It didn't matter that they had fucked before, the fear and shame she felt that he would see her as some trollop began to niggle at her heart. When he watched her so intently, anxiety cropped up where she never would have imagined she'd be self-conscious about. "Shall we start?"

She had to say something to break the silence. To make him move and get on with matters. To remind the both of them that this was just an arrangement, an understanding, a mutually beneficial using of the both of them for their own purposes, and absolutely not something to be looked into any further than that.

"Sorry," Roger gave a small chuckle. "Just admiring the view." He was across the room and behind her with only a few of his long strides. Eleanor crawled onto the bed while Roger set his glasses on the nightstand and dropped his trousers and boxers. Before she could turn around, Roger's large, warm hand was gliding around her waist, keeping her from moving any further on the bed.

"What…?" Ellie intended to ask what he was up to, but that became apparent as his other arm wrapped around her as well, sliding her knees on the comforter as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and lifted her upper body to press her back against his chest.

The bed made her taller than if she were standing on the ground, but even so, Roger was still taller. Her shoulders were lined up with the thickest part of his pecs, and every breath he drew in had him inhaling into her. Her ass touched his thighs. His pubic hair tickled when his crotch came closer on her own inhales, which she limited in depth as if she was waiting for something to change or happen. She unconsciously froze, trying to understand the point of the embrace, unsure of where this was going or why it was happening. It wasn't until Roger gently squeezed her to him that she realized she had tensed at some point. Was she always this tense? This tightly wound?

Eleanor reminded herself to check in on her body another time in order to evaluate how often she was tense without realizing, then she forced herself to relax. The shoulders were the easiest to let go of. Her shoulders dropped and she rocked back on her knees to lean more on Roger, letting her head rest against his shoulder.

"That's a good girl," Roger murmured somewhere above her ear. His body heat soaked into her, and for several minutes they quietly shared this moment of physical intimacy. It did nothing to excite Ellie and prepare her for accommodating Roger's size, but it was… nice. Maybe.

Roger adjusted his hold on her, his hands delicately running over her naked body. He had such a light touch when he wanted to. Not the hands of a huntsman, but of a doctor. Hands that groped and caressed, warming Ellie's skin and lighting the fire deep inside her that would soon consume her. His hand went from gentle to rough as he cupped her breast, squeezing the entirety of it between splayed fingers.

A pleasurable sigh drifted out of Eleanor, something barely audible, but to Roger it was likely the loudest thing in the room. He didn't have to see her face to know when she liked something, and she didn't have to be vocal, which made him ideal for the situation they were wrapped in.

Roger's fingers swept down her hip and towards the spot between her legs, barely brushing over her mound before teasing at her inner thighs. Ellie pushed her knees further apart and dropped her hips lower in an invitation for his fingers to toy with her sex. Up her leg his hand crept, fingers dragging along her sensitive skin until he cupped her pussy, lining his fingers up along her slit and ghosting the crack as he pulled his hand away.

Anticipation followed by disappointment followed by the smoldering desire that Roger knew just how to fan filled her. The teasing touch brought her attention to where he was caressing her, letting her thoughts focus on that and only that. Her plans for tomorrow, the worries of today, all the lists and schedules and tasks and constant filing she managed in her head faded into the background, stopping altogether. In this moment it was only her and him and how he was touching her.

He squeezed her breast again and dropped his hand between her thighs once more. Eleanor moved her pelvis towards Roger's fingers, begging for more than light touches on her body, wanting him to stimulate her in a way that would bring climax quickly instead of the slow build up he was doing at the moment.

"So eager," Roger smirked.

"Shut up," she retorted with no bite behind the words.

Roger's finger nestled between her lower lips, finding her arousal that had wet herself in preparation for sex. He slid his finger towards her entrance, scooping up some of her slickness, and pulled her self-lubricant to her clit that had slowly stiffened from his groping and teasing. This time the sound Ellie let out was more audible, more pleasurable, more than just a sigh but not quite a moan.

Slow, circular strokes rubbed at her nub and Eleanor began to rock her hips as if she was chasing Roger's fingers as he swirled around her clit. He pinched her nipple with his other hand, twisting it gently between finger and thumb, tugging at it the way he had seen her do in the past when they were together. That time he had his face between her legs, licking her cunt while she squeezed her own breast. She might not have even realized she was doing it, stimulating herself in that manner. But that's how Ellie was, after a certain point she didn't seem to put active thought into the things she did while they were together, like everything relied on instinct and was fueled only by sexual desire.

Her heartbeat had picked up in speed, and her breathing had gone from even and drawn out to shorter and more labored. Ellie curled her hands behind her to hold onto Roger's legs, giving her an anchor to this moment in time and space. She didn't need the support, she just needed something to put her hands on or she feared she might float away into the back of her own mind.

"Hnmh," a breathy whimper escaped from Ellie's throat. The way that she held onto her own sounds made her seem desperate to muffle her emotions that dared to develop inside her. Roger felt a desire to pull those out of her through sobs and sex and whatever else would help her feel a little lighter. It was a strange feeling for him, one he didn't dwell on longer than he needed to.

Leaving her swollen clit, Roger pushed his fingers between her folds, easily sliding a finger into Ellie's hole and edging his second inside as well. She bucked into his hand taking his second finger and sinking them both to the second knuckle.

"Ah, Roger!" She gasped, her walls flexing against him. He gave her no time for adjusting or getting used to the feeling of him penetrating her cunt, and started pumping his fingers into her quickly.

Ellie slowly lost height, her knees spreading further apart on the bed, her pussy lowering onto Roger's hand to let him stroke inside her. Her back began arching as his fingers worked her cunt and the first of her orgasms to come built to its climax, causing her body to shudder as her pussy clamped on Roger's fingers even as he continued to pump into her despite her flexing.

Knowing this was just the beginning, Ellie let her climax take its course without attempting to keep it rolling through her. She needed it to ebb away, like the tide, because eventually the waves of pleasure would be crashing against her again and again. Each time she came, she'd relax a little more, allowing for Roger to stretch her until she could fit his thick cock inside.

He scissored his fingers inside her, pulling her entrance wider to loosen her for a third finger. The stretch felt good, a little painful but in the way that you know will bring relief as soon as it is allowed to relax again. Roger thrust his fingers into her, stretched, pulled his fingers out enough to rub around her entrance before repeating the process again and again. Every now and then he would test with a third finger, squeezing it into her entrance and repeating the process of stimulating and stretching her again if it didn't slip in easily enough without force.

"I hate that you don't want me to touch you," Ellie suddenly said between ragged breaths.

"Would get me too worked up." Roger stretched her entrance again, wiggling his third finger in to the first knuckle.

"Hanh— mnph, I know,' she tried to continue the conversation, feeling herself inadvertently flex at the new finger added. "But— haah, I can—" She took in a sharp breath, then another without letting the first exhale, her body gearing up to bear down on Roger's fingers again.

He must have gotten the third finger inside with the way her cunt stung slightly and burned and throbbed and rolled into another spasming orgasm, stealing her ability to speak or continue the offer to take Roger into her mouth or otherwise be used by him. Her hands on his legs gripped him, her fingers digging into his thick muscles. Her head pushed into his chest as her back bent inward, thrusting her chest out.

"A second already? You're going to feel so good by the time you're ready." Registering what type of tone he was using was difficult, it sounded sweet with the way it dripped with his honeied voice, but Ellie though Roger always sounded like that when talking to her.

Roger twisted his wrist, turning his fingers inside her, his thumb brushing against her long ago forgotten clit. Again, she flexed without intending to, her cunt spasming from the additional stimulation to her engorged bud and the way he rubbed and stretched her at the same time. His thumb was relentless, pushing against her clit while he worked his three fingers to pull at her entrance. She could feel him pushing his fingers inside her inner walls as well. It was almost too much at once. It was how this always turned out. It was why Roger came to her.

"Ah! Wai— hngh—!" Eleanor's body tensed, every muscle from her toes to her eyelids squeezed, her cunt pulsing a short series of spasms. Her voice was low and choked in the way she whimped and whined out as her body betrayed her, stealing her choice and actions from her.

It was likely only a few seconds, but it felt like several minutes before her muscles finally gave in to her urging for them to let go, to relax, to let her take control again. And with her final wrest, she grabbed Roger's wrist to still him and his thrusting inside her and his horrible rubbing of her too sensative clit.

"Hnne," was all she could get out, a whining request, a noise of discontent. She leaned forward, putting space bewteen Roger on her back and herself, her head tipping forward where the mattress greeted her eyes once she cracked them open. Knees spread, Roger's hand still between her legs, though no longer moving, her hips practically on the bed and legs bent so she sat like a broken doll. No words at all that she could manage.

This was the point she had to trust in Roger. This was where he had to treat her well like he had promised.

His lips were on her shoulder planting delicate kisses between murmured words. "You did well." An inch closer to her neck. "I've got you now." A kiss in crook of her neck. "I'll treat you well, little lady."

"Hmmnn," Ellie hummed in agreement, slowly shifting to lift off Roger's hand that he pulled free from her cunt. Just as slowly, she leaned forward to fall onto her hands and practically tumble onto the bed. She was tired and pleasantly sore, but there was still more to the night ahead.

Rolling onto her back, she watched Roger as he climbed over her. He was really very handsome and a treat to look at. He was fit, atractive, well defined in muscles and features, and his golden-brown eyes were like bronzed rings that always stared a little too long and a little too hard.

Lazily, Ellie threw her hand to land on his shoulder for no other reason than to feel him beneath her fingers. She spread her legs as he took up the space between them. Their eyes met and held, and while Eleanor had gone mute, she was still aware and nodded to indicate she was ready to continue.

Roger's fingers moved between her folds, finding her hole and easing into her. A gasp rushed into her as he pushed all three easily inside, and then she felt the pull as he worked his fourth finger into her pussy. It was so much to feel with her cunt so swollen and sensative from use that she was overwhelmed. For a moment she wished she could have just gone numb instead. She hated what came after this point. She hated how her eyes would fill with tears because she couldn't manage the way it made her feel, but also that she wanted to keep feeling it because it sweetly tugged at the back of her head and filled her whole body with warmth.

It was the best drug she had ever had, and also the one she had the least control over, and she both hated and loved it.

And Roger was the cause. Leaving her conflicted over him as well.

Ellie closed her eyes, not knowing were to really focus her attention, but the moment her pupils were cut off from the world, her other senses picked up. That was not good. A flood of information and sensations poured into her. The way he smelled, the way they both smelled. Her room smelled of her, of sex, of Roger. His fourth finger was inside her by now, it had to have been with the way he was stretching her so much. Oh god, it felt so good and so shameful and—ahn! Right there! She might just come again before he even gets his cock inside her.

Her fingers dug into Roger's shoulder, she felt the way the skin sank and the muscles pulled as he moved. She pressed her lips together, willing herself to form a word, to manage a sound to beg him to fuck her, to finally fit himself inside her. For some reason her head just didn't connect to her mouth after they were this far into things.

Tears began to rim her closed eyes. Tiny droplets squeezed between her eyelids, dotting her lashes with dew. In a desperate attempt to keep them at bay, Ellie opened her eyes and blinked them several times, letting the air dry her lashes. The world came into focus and Roger's face was next to hers, watching her while she had blocked off the world.

Once again, their gazes met and then his eyes closed as he moved closer. He pressed his mouth to hers and Ellie struggled to keep up with his deep kisses. She gasped for breath when they parted, only for Roger to come at her again. She felt him pull out of her cunt, and the head of his cock was fit between her lower lips while Roger continued to press against her mouth. He was going to work himself inside while working his tongue around hers! Panic gripped her and almost had her pulling away, but then he pushed his thick girth inside her and her vision went white, her eyes rolling back in her skull and a moan came from deep in her throat, one she didn't give permission to pass between her lips.

Her chest pulled upwards as her back arched, shoulders sinking into the mattress. Her breasts brushed Roger's chest. Her toes curled and heels dug into the bed as she both tried to pull away from the incredible pressure in her cunt and spread her legs wider to accomodate him better and let him fill her fully. The crashing of the wave of esctacy at the back of her skull was all she could comprehend. Her cunt clenched again and again and small noises that sounded more animal than human came from her. She writhed until she felt her body finally fall under her control again, and then she fell onto the bed while Roger fucked her into the mattress.

Tears had fully formed and streamed between her closed eyelids. The warm drops quickly felt cool on her flushed cheeks as her tears ran down her face to the pillow she laid upon. It was all too much. There was too much to feel. Too much going on and she felt helpless in her own body with the way she barely had control and yet it responded so easily to every movement of Roger's.

Every thrust of his hips, she met him and yearned for more. She wanted to feel his pelvis hit hers harder. Everytime his hand gripped her, she quietly begged for the pressure to return. She wanted him to squeeze her tighter. He was so much larger than her, he overshadowed her and she wished for him to bear down on her, not to be crushed, but be swallowed by his size and presence and his comfort.

Her thoughts raced, and yet she had none at all that she could grab onto. She was swimming inside her own mind. She came again, unsure of when her climax started or stopped. Did it even end? Did it matter? It all felt so fucking good she didn't really care. She just wanted to stay in this place as long as she could. In this space where every part of her tingled and burned and all of it was too sore to move and too heavy, and yet her body was telling her that this was it— this was the best thing she had ever, and would ever feel.

By the time they were done, Eleanor could barely move. Every part of her hurt, but not in a way she regretted. She cracked her eyes to look at Roger blearily. He breathed heavily, sweat glistening his skin like she knew it covered her own. She smiled weakly, attempting to convey her enjoyment despite her tears and lack of vocal enthusiasm. She knew he knew, otherwise this wouldn't have been a repeat thing, but a part of her felt guilty that this is how each night ended.

Roger helped her sit up, practically moving her on his own. She was small enough that it was easy for him to manage even if she didn't try to minutely help. He even helped her hold the glass of water she sipped from. All those fluids she lost, she'd need to replenish them. She drank several times, and when she felt done, she turned her head away, leaning against Roger's shoulder, still unable to vocalize anything. She wasn't sure why this strange phenomenon happened, but it had only happened with Roger, so she assumed it had to do with their curses… or something. Nothing really made sense, especially when she tried to puzzle it out after their copulating.

His eyes were on her. Those bronze rings that seemed to glow beneath the surface. Eleanor slid her eyes away. Her face was patchy from heat and the tears she shed. Though her hair was still in the loose braid she had tied, she knew she looked a mess. She didn't want him to see her so undone. For some reason she didn't want him to see her in such a state, even if he was the cause of it.

"Hmmn," she hummed, shuffling to edge under the blanket. There was nothing she could do now other than sleep, and sleep would come fast. Once again, Roger helped her by practically moving her himself, getting her settled into bed.

Nestled in bed, Ellie nuzzled her pillow. With her eyes closed and her mind heavy, she knew she wasn't long for the waking world. Usually she would hear Roger getting dressed. Usually he would let himself out and lock her room before he went. She wasn't worried about what he'd do while she drifted off to sleep in her room. He wouldn't cross her. He wouldn't hurt her.

"What do you say about me staying the night?" His voice was low and while he had always sounded confident in everything he said, now he sounded unsure.

Eleanor opened her eyes and turned to look over her shoulder at Roger who was looking down at her with only his undergarments on. The way he smirked when he noticed her eyes had dipped to his waist was much too smug for the way he had just asked to stay the night. It wouldn't be such a bad thing if he stayed, would it? Her bed was big enough, even if Roger was large himself. It might even be a comfort to have him holding her, or someone to lay on top of, someone sturdy and warm and…

"Mhm," She lifted the blanket as she gave a small nod, inviting him into bed.

Roger climbed in behind her, and after shifting for a few seconds, he wrapped his arm around her waist, tucking her into him. It was nice. His heat warmed her back that had become much too cold now that her sweat had dried. His skin pressed against hers and the sensation was soft and soothing. She felt safe in his arms. It was a strange sort of comfort that played on her thoughts as she fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Continuing my ikevil girl dad agenda

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

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

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

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

⏮ ⏯ ⏭ NIN - The Wretched

Visions of Temptation 2024/KINKTOBER DAY 2: Glory Holes

NINE NIGHTS. 

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

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

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

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

Apart from one thing.

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

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

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

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

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

1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time to splash some cold water on your face.

2.

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

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

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

This is…definitely not the same cock.

This can't be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You must be imagining things.

3.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except, this leads to the same result.

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

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

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

4.

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

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

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

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

Skin textures. Shoe sizes. Limbs stretching out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5.

Tonight sees you crossing yet another boundary.

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

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

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

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

6.

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

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

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

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

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

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

7.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

8.

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

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

An idea pops into your head.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ahhh! Nghh…"

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

Needless to say, it motivates you.

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

9.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is…Alfons' voice.

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

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

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

After a moment spent in silence, he chuckles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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When villains notice their friend's shoelace is untied

The reasons they don't say anything are different

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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Collection Event

Dream With Alfons

Dream With Jude

Jude's Dream (His POV)

Dream With William

Dream With Victor

Dream With Liam

Dream With Roger

Dream With Ellis

Dream With Elbert

Dream With Harrison

Alfons's Card Voiced Line

[cosmowgyral]

Villain's Festival 2025

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⊹▸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

Ring: I’ll take you on!

Hearing his spirited younger brother’s voice from a short distance away, Nica smiled.

Keeping track of Ring’s presence so he could provide support at any time, he tightened his grip on the gun..and then, at that moment…

Victor, sword in hand, took a step closer to Nica.

Victor: Are you worried about your little brother? Such a beautiful display of brotherly affection.

He didn’t even glance in Ring’s direction, so I wonder how Victor figured out that Ring was in his mind.

Realizing that the Queen’s aide was not to be underestimated, Nica became wary.

Nica: I’m not worried. Doting on my little brother just happens to be a hit with the ladies. It’s only out of habit.

Victor: Doesn’t look that way to me, but I suppose this isn’t the time to argue.

Victor: Getting to know you all through conversation can wait until after I’ve become the strongest man.

Victor’s sharp strike came slashing through.

Nica bent backward to dodge, hiding the muzzle of his gun beneath the sweep of his coat.

Nica: Why did you come after me first?

Nica asked the question while keeping his distance, waiting for a moment when Victor would let his guard down.

Victor: Probably because you were the closest. It’s not like I deliberately chose to target you.

Victor: If I’m going to become the strongest, I’ll have to defeat everyone eventually. The order doesn’t really matter, does it?

Nica: Ohh? So you’re that eager to become the strongest for the cute little robin, huh?

The moment Nica uttered ‘robin’, a brief opening appeared in Victor’s defence.

Seizing that moment, Nica pulled the trigger.

With the sound of the gunshot, Nica’s bullet found its way to Victor--

---or so it should have.

Alfons: Pardon me for a moment.

Alfons suddenly appeared, slipping between Nica and Victor.

He swung his sword, aiming for Victor’s neck.

Victor: Woops…!

Barely dodging Alfons’ attack, Victor also managed to evade Nica’s bullet.

Nica: …You’re quite lucky.

Nica fired several shots at Alfons’ feet, aiming to intimidate him.

Alfons nimbly dodged them, and as the bullets struck the ground, a cloud of dust rose.

Alfons: Whoa now, that’s dangerous! Using a gun is just plain unfair!

Nica: I’m not the only one using a gun here… Besides, I switched to weaker bullets before we started, so it’s fine isn’t it?

Nica: And what about you? I was fighting Victor, and you just had to butt in. Isn’t that a bit rude?

Alfons: Can’t be helped. My target is Lord Victor, after all.

Victor: Huh? You want to come after me? Did I do something to make you hold a grudge..?

Alfons: No, you did nothing.

Alfons: It’s just…I remembered that Lord Elbert mentioned wanting you before.

Victor: No way…my life?

Alfons: Your luscious, beautiful hair! That’s what I’m after!

Victor: That’s something I absolutely have to prevent!

Alfons swung his sword relentlessly, with Victor meeting each strike with his own blade.

Nica wondered which of the two he should target to turn the situation in his favor.

Harrison: ….Well then, how about you keep me company?

While Nica was still deciding, Harrison appeared and swung his sword at him.

Though Harrison usually relied on his gun, in this chaotic brawl, he skilfully switched between a sword and a firearm.

Impressed by Harrison’s versatility, Nica quickly ducked.

But he couldn’t evade completely, and a few strands of his hair floated away in the wind.

Nica: Ah…whoa, watch it! Don’t aim for my face!

Nica: If anything happens to this face, there’ll be a lot of heartbroken girls, you know?

Harrison: You’re just going to comfort them and have your way with them anyway. So I don’t really care.

With a cold expression, Harrison kept his sights on Nica. Meanwhile, the battle between Alfons and Victor raged on beside them.

Victor: My hair exists to gently embrace everyone in Crown… I can’t afford to lose it!

Alfons: I don’t care. I’ll trim that lovely hair of yours perfectly.

Victor: Try it if you think you can!

Alfons and Victor’s swords clashed fiercely, but Victor was the first to step forward.

Alfons: Damn it…! You’re quite impressive, Lord Victor..!

Victor: Aflons, I’ll be pushing through like this…!

But this opening left Victor dangerously exposed.

Harrison: You let your guard down, didn’t you, Victor!

Harrison, who had been fighting Nica, suddenly turned his blade toward Victor.

Victor: Wha-Harrison…!? Damn..!

The blade closed in on Victor, about to strike him down, when in that instant---

A single gunshot echoed, and Harrison’s sword was knocked aside.

Harrison: Wha--…?!

Alfons: Oh my, what’s this…?!

For a moment, all eyes turned to Nica, thinking he had interfered.

Nica: Wasn’t me. ….He’s the one who fired.

Nica pointed toward Roger---who stood there with his rifle at the ready.

Roger: …Jumping in late and stopping the finishing blow is pretty fun, you know.

Harrison: You’re quite the nasty one, aren’t you….

Roger: I’ll take that as a compliment.

Roger gave a sly grin and aimed his gun at Harrison, Alfons, Victor, and Nica—one after another.

Roger: Alright then, let’s do this again. Let me trip you lot up.

Roger: Also, it’d be great if you used your cursed abilities a bit more. I’d like to gather some data.

Alfons: …Wouldn’t it be easier if you fought directly? Or are those muscles just for show?

Roger: If I jump in, the data’ll get biased. Come on now, you four get back to fighting.

Harrison’s expression shifted at Roger’s words.

Harrison: …You’re lying about there being only four of us. There’s someone else here….!

Just as Harrison raised his gun in caution, a sigh of exasperation echoed.

Liam: Roger, why do you always have to say something unnecessary…?

Liam: Come on now, saying ‘you four' in front of Harry? Of course he’d figure out there’s a fifth person.

Nica: Liam Evans… So you were using your ability to turn invisible and target us, huh?

At Nica’s words, Liam finally revealed himself—standing there with a knife pointed at Harrison.

Liam: I was so close to taking down Harry… but Roger had to ruin it with his slip-up.

Roger: That wasn’t a slip-up. I did it on purpose.

Roger: If someone like me, who can hear your heartbeat and breathing, kept quiet about you, you’d have too much of an advantage.

Roger: I’d rather drag this brawl out as long as possible and gather some quality data.

Worrying about a brother, craving someone’s hair, gathering data---

Amidst the clash to determine the strongest, countless motives collided—plunging the battle into deeper chaos.

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Gosh, they are being so silly. Nica being worried about his face and Victor being worried about his hair... 😆

[kibby-reaper]

the crown spectrum

- mod kibby

[rou-luxe]

there's gotta be a reason he's an EX-doctor

[cellophanediamond]

YES SHE IS

SHE NEEDS IT YOU HAVE NO IDEA

HER HEALTH DEPENDS ON IT

[judesmoonbeauty]

Ikemen Villains II Anniversary SE: "Once More, An Evil from Which You Can't Return" - Prologue ᯽

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In the silent, deep darkness, I was wandering around searching for someone.

When I grew tired from walking, I looked down….That’s when someone’s shadow crossed the edge of my vision.

Kate: Wait -!

I call out someone’s name and reach towards the shadow….

The shadow I grabbed quickly crumbled and disappeared.

Kate: …[Gasp.]

I jumped out of bed in my room, drenched in sweat.

(I feel like I just had a terribly sad dream…..)

(A dream….Where I lose something important.)

I also have a dull headache, so this is the worst wake up ever.

(Is it evening now….Why am I in bed at this time?)

As I tilted my head, there was a knock on the door.

Kate: Come in.

As soon as I replied, one by one all the Crown members enter the room.

Liam: Kate! I’m….so happy you’re awake!

Kate: Oh….Yeah, I think I was taking a nap.

Harrison: A nap….You don’t remember anything?

Ellis: Kate, you were found unconcious at the bottom of the stairs.

Kate: I was……?

Roger: Your heart rate and respiration were normal, so we decided to let you rest in your room and observe your condition…..

Kate: I-I see. I’m so sorry…I don’t even remember falling down.

Roger: ….Your memory seems fuzzy. Can you answer some questions now?

Kate: Yes, please do!

Then Roger asked me about today’s date, the recent missions I’d been on, and what I had for yesterday’s lunch.

Even though I believed that I answered everything correctly, the expressions on their faces around me, gradually grew grimmer.

Kate: Um….Did I say something wrong?

Roger: Lil’ lady seems to have retrograde amnesia - put simply - memory loss.

Kate: Memory loss….?

Elbert: You said that you came to Crown a week ago and met Vogel yesterday…..

Elbert: …..It’s already been several days since you’ve met Vogel.

Alfons: It’s as if we’ve rewound to when Kate first met us.

Kate: Th-That can’t be….

Jude: ….Whatta hassle. Her memories gonna stay like that forever?

Roger: There’s a lot we don’t know about the human memory.

Roger: There’s a chance she’ll remember something, but….I can’t say for sure.

Roger: Either way….It’s best not to worry about it too much, and just rest.

Kate: ……Okay.

(….I wonder how I have been interacting with the Crown members?)

(We must have a good relationship because they all gathered in my room out of concern…..)

I felt guilty and anxious that I was the only one who didn’t remember….and I unconsciously bit my lip.

Victor: - Kate.

Victor: Even though you’ve lost your memory, we remember what you’ve given us.

Victor: So….Our bond will never fade away.

William: ….It’s just as Victor says.

William: If you’ve lost it, it can be rewoven. Yes?

Kate: Y-Yes…..Thank you.

Afterwards, Victor and I discussed future plans and decided that I would take some time off missions to rest.

The fact that I had lost part of my memory was shared with the three Vogels, and some of the castle servants —

Chloe The Maid: If you have any issues, please call for us right away.

Marie The Maid: We were good friends, so don’t be shy!

After taking care of my personal needs, the two maids cheerfully spoke to me in sign language.

Kate: Thank you so much. I’m very happy.

Although I’ve lost some of my memories……It seems my body recalls what it’s learned.

I don’t have any issues using sign language.

When I replied falteringly in sign language, they smiled so cheerfully.

Chloe The Maid: Thank goodness, you didn’t forget everything!

Marie The Maid: Please keep chatting with us.

Kate: Of course, I will!

Chloe The Maid: Speaking of chatting -

Chloe The Maid: Miss Kate, have you spoken to your boyfriend yet?

Kate: …Boyfriend?

I was so surprised by the unexpected question that I forgot to use sign language.

Chloe The Maid: See, you always like talking about him!

Marie The Maid: Chloe, wait. Doesn’t this reaction….mean she hasn’t talked to him?

Chloe The Maid: Really….!? I’m so sorry, Kate! Forget what I just said!

After that, the two of them tried to smooth over the situation and create a cheerful atmosphere, but….

The word “boyfriend” stuck to my heart.

That night - when I got into bed, all kinds of uneasiness crept into me.

When I look around my room, I find books and clothes that I don’t recall buying, and whether I want to or not, I’m forced to realize the memories I’ve lost.

(What I don’t understand….Is whether or not I really have a boyfriend?)

(I wonder….If one day I’ll remember everything, including my boyfriend….)

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