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*sighs while dramatically sliding to the floor*
I miss Ieyasu and Kanetsugu...
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I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUUUUUCH! HAUSHAUAHAUAHA Kenshin running around Ieyasu and MC 😂
And Nobunaga is such a little shit! HAUSHAUAHAUSHAUASHUAAHAUSHAHSHA I love that playful side of him.
Ieyasu's dramatic ending
Another wonderful scene from Ieyasu's route. This time from the dramatic ending.
There is more...
I would love to see that scene))))))
Poor Ieyasu… So many men have fell to Mai's charm, and he needs to shoo them away somehow…
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i can’t.
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Harrison would probably also be a victim, cause Victor 😭
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...but his weight is a welcome comfort that you’ve come to enjoy. It won’t last long, you know, after your heart calms down and he’s had his fill of listening to it, he’ll pull you onto his chest and urge you to fall asleep there...
☆ @queengiuliettafirstlady requested:
「Hello I hope not yo bother but like I saw your request for Ikevil are open and I just getting started into it but I have a lil idea if possible can I have Roger x Fem Reader Nsfw with body worship and praise kink toward the reader ? 🙏👉👈 I read your latest one with him and instantly this idea poppedup in my mknd cause that was so good 🤤Thank you Have a wonderful day 🙌😘」
☾ freya replies:
Did not intend this to be so soft -- but here we are, I can never resist body worship fics to be soft ;_;
Reign
Roger Barel/Female Bodied Reader
1495 words
CW: Drawing on body, oral sex (f! receiving), body image issues, body worship, sound!kink, biting, scratching, piv, vaginal sex
REQUESTS ☾ MASTERLIST
Prompt: Body Worship for My 300 follower event; invitation to crown
“Stay still.”
Roger’s deep voice is still and calm, his eyes focused on his work. When more giggles burst out of your mouth, the corner of his lips twitch up into a smile, his large hand holding your naked body still in front of him.
“So, Doctor,” you ask, peering at him. “What’s the verdict?”
Flashing you a smile, he gives no response other than to return to what he was doing. To imagine this was his response to walking in on you standing naked in front of a mirror, pulling at parts of your bodied you deemed not good enough for him. He’d hauled you over his shoulder, dumping you on the bed, and after leaving your side for the briefest of moments, had returned with a few lipsticks.
When all you’d done is cocked an eyebrow at him, he’d begun to draw all over your body with them. Marking all the places on your body he liked, all the ones you liked to be touched (as a way to make you squirm and moan when he ran the lipstick over your already hard nipples). Five lipsticks later, your entire body was covered and still he didn’t seem content. If anything, when he stood up and threw the final lipstick aside, this one also entirely worn out like the others, he looked troubled.
“What is it?”
Roger gulps and you sit up hesitantly, reaching out for his arm. Why does he look like this?
“I don’t think you realise just what a hold you have over me.”
“What?”
His other hand comes up to grip yours and remove it from his arm. Gently, he lifts it to his lips and plants a small kiss on your palm as in reverence. “I can colour all of your body, but the rest of you-” he frowns more. “The deepest parts of you— I can’t touch them”
“You do a good job of reaching them-” you murmur, blushing and covering your mouth when you realise you’ve said it out loud. It had meant to be just for your thoughts, but- “I-I-”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Roger….”
“I suppose the easiest way to show you just what a hold you have over me is to make love to you so deeply you can feel how much I love you forever.”
Your heart beats wildly as he lowers himself to his knees, grabbing your hips at the same time to pull your legs over the edge of the bed. For a long moment, Roger doesn’t move; his ear pressed against the inside of your thighs with his eyes closed. He’s done this a few times; enjoying the sound of your heartbeat, he’d said once, enjoying the sound of the blood rushing to your pussy-
The memory of his words catches your breath in your throat, and you don’t even need to pay attention to the burn between your legs. The smirk on Roger’s lips is enough to tell you the effect it’s having on you. It’s insane, you think, that a man has such a control over you. Just thinking about something he said one night many months ago is enough to do this.
Roger leaves you no time to contemplate before his lips savour you. His tongue instantly pushing past your wet lips to delve deep inside of you. You moan loudly, reaching out to grip his hair with one hand, the other reaching above you for his pillow. He makes no effort to hide the lewd sounds his mouth makes on your wet pussy, nor do you try and stifle your moans and blissful sighs at the feeling of his tongue exploring the deepest parts of you. Sometimes he pauses to suck at your clit, but Roger has always liked to take his time on this part; no matter how needy he is for you, even if he’s hard and grabs your hand to pump him through his trousers, he will always get on his knees and take his time to savour you, as if you’re a queen reigning over him. Truthfully you think he’s the one ruling over you — how he can play your body like a game of chess, his fingers so skilfully pulling reactions from you you’re positive he’s committed to memory.
Eventually he pulls away, lips moving to your thighs to place kisses along the insides of them. It had been them you’d been beating yourself up over when he’d entered the room, and he seemed to be paying extra attention to them. Truly there was no hesitation anywhere in his actions as he placed kisses all the way down to your toes. Even when you giggled at the ticklish sensations, all he did was smile and rise to his feet so he could lean down and place a kiss on your lips.
Your body is quickly covered in his, your hands freeing his cock from his confines with practiced motions. If he had ever found part of you repulsive, he’s never shown it. You now really the thoughts about your body come from your own worries than anything he’s ever made you feel — that it’s something for you to battle about you, but just knowing how much he reveres you, how much he treasures your body —
How beautiful he makes you feel when he brushes hair from your face, flashing you a handsome smile, before he thrusts inside of you.
His size stretches you and a loud gasp of his name falls from your lips as you grip onto his back. Roger grunts in response, snapping his hips fully against yours. For a moment your vision blurs, each tear kissed away by him in an instant — and, when they are fully gone, Roger makes love to you.
It is unlike his usual love making; this time it is slow and tender, the rocking of two bodies together. Your bodies pressed close together, you clutching onto him and his face buried into the crook of your neck where he whispers things so quiet you can’t hear them — but the way your heart races you’re positive you understand them. Words of love carefully strung together in a way that will hold you together for the rest of your life. To seek yourself in someone else, you’d always thought, was folly — was not how you were supposed to spend your life, and yet here you are, contently wrapped in his arms wondering what the hell you’d been so worried about.
All over your body the remnants of the lipstick marks remain, you can feel them whenever your muscles or skin moves, and whenever Roger lifts himself even a little you can see them staining the front of his clothes. No part of you hadn’t been marked by them and recalling his earlier worry that he couldn’t love parts of you he couldn’t reach—
Quickly, yet gently, you grab his face and pull his lips close to yours. “I love you.”
Roger is dumbstruck, just for a moment, before he kisses you deeply. His kiss is far rougher than his love making, biting your lip and thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You lift a leg to wrap around his waist, gasping out at the new angle and whimpering into his mouth. You’re so close, so close-
No one knows your body like him.
The instant Roger knows you’re at the edge, it only takes one well placed touch of his fingers to pull your hips against him more to push you over. You cry out into his mouth while he steals your breath with his kiss, your climax gripping you tightly around each part of his body; nails digging into his back through his shirt, your pussy clenching around his cock pulling his own high from him. You feel him fill you up, short grunts rumbling in his throat before he finally falls still on top of you.
Roger is heavy, but his weight is a welcome comfort that you’ve come to enjoy. It won’t last long, you know, after your heart calms down and he’s had his fill of listening to it, he’ll pull you onto his chest and urge you to fall asleep there while he strokes your back. You’ll always wake up hours later, dressed in clean pyjamas, any marks looked after by him, with a glass of water and a small snack prepared for you. You always wonder why he bothers — he knows the moment you wake up, and before you’ve ever managed to reach for the water, he’s always found himself at your side, checking you over to make sure he’s not been too rough.
Truly, no one loves you or your body as much as he does.
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@nightghoul381 @natimiles @celiciaa @nani-nani-nani @starlitmanor-network
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@queengiuliettafirstlady @judesmoonbeauty @maries-gallery
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...but his weight is a welcome comfort that you’ve come to enjoy. It won’t last long, you know, after your heart calms down and he’s had his fill of listening to it, he’ll pull you onto his chest and urge you to fall asleep there...
☆ @queengiuliettafirstlady requested:
「Hello I hope not yo bother but like I saw your request for Ikevil are open and I just getting started into it but I have a lil idea if possible can I have Roger x Fem Reader Nsfw with body worship and praise kink toward the reader ? 🙏👉👈 I read your latest one with him and instantly this idea poppedup in my mknd cause that was so good 🤤Thank you Have a wonderful day 🙌😘」
☾ freya replies:
Did not intend this to be so soft -- but here we are, I can never resist body worship fics to be soft ;_;
Reign
Roger Barel/Female Bodied Reader
1495 words
CW: Drawing on body, oral sex (f! receiving), body image issues, body worship, sound!kink, biting, scratching, piv, vaginal sex
REQUESTS ☾ MASTERLIST
Prompt: Body Worship for My 300 follower event; invitation to crown
“Stay still.”
Roger’s deep voice is still and calm, his eyes focused on his work. When more giggles burst out of your mouth, the corner of his lips twitch up into a smile, his large hand holding your naked body still in front of him.
“So, Doctor,” you ask, peering at him. “What’s the verdict?”
Flashing you a smile, he gives no response other than to return to what he was doing. To imagine this was his response to walking in on you standing naked in front of a mirror, pulling at parts of your bodied you deemed not good enough for him. He’d hauled you over his shoulder, dumping you on the bed, and after leaving your side for the briefest of moments, had returned with a few lipsticks.
When all you’d done is cocked an eyebrow at him, he’d begun to draw all over your body with them. Marking all the places on your body he liked, all the ones you liked to be touched (as a way to make you squirm and moan when he ran the lipstick over your already hard nipples). Five lipsticks later, your entire body was covered and still he didn’t seem content. If anything, when he stood up and threw the final lipstick aside, this one also entirely worn out like the others, he looked troubled.
“What is it?”
Roger gulps and you sit up hesitantly, reaching out for his arm. Why does he look like this?
“I don’t think you realise just what a hold you have over me.”
“What?”
His other hand comes up to grip yours and remove it from his arm. Gently, he lifts it to his lips and plants a small kiss on your palm as in reverence. “I can colour all of your body, but the rest of you-” he frowns more. “The deepest parts of you— I can’t touch them”
“You do a good job of reaching them-” you murmur, blushing and covering your mouth when you realise you’ve said it out loud. It had meant to be just for your thoughts, but- “I-I-”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Roger….”
“I suppose the easiest way to show you just what a hold you have over me is to make love to you so deeply you can feel how much I love you forever.”
Your heart beats wildly as he lowers himself to his knees, grabbing your hips at the same time to pull your legs over the edge of the bed. For a long moment, Roger doesn’t move; his ear pressed against the inside of your thighs with his eyes closed. He’s done this a few times; enjoying the sound of your heartbeat, he’d said once, enjoying the sound of the blood rushing to your pussy-
The memory of his words catches your breath in your throat, and you don’t even need to pay attention to the burn between your legs. The smirk on Roger’s lips is enough to tell you the effect it’s having on you. It’s insane, you think, that a man has such a control over you. Just thinking about something he said one night many months ago is enough to do this.
Roger leaves you no time to contemplate before his lips savour you. His tongue instantly pushing past your wet lips to delve deep inside of you. You moan loudly, reaching out to grip his hair with one hand, the other reaching above you for his pillow. He makes no effort to hide the lewd sounds his mouth makes on your wet pussy, nor do you try and stifle your moans and blissful sighs at the feeling of his tongue exploring the deepest parts of you. Sometimes he pauses to suck at your clit, but Roger has always liked to take his time on this part; no matter how needy he is for you, even if he’s hard and grabs your hand to pump him through his trousers, he will always get on his knees and take his time to savour you, as if you’re a queen reigning over him. Truthfully you think he’s the one ruling over you — how he can play your body like a game of chess, his fingers so skilfully pulling reactions from you you’re positive he’s committed to memory.
Eventually he pulls away, lips moving to your thighs to place kisses along the insides of them. It had been them you’d been beating yourself up over when he’d entered the room, and he seemed to be paying extra attention to them. Truly there was no hesitation anywhere in his actions as he placed kisses all the way down to your toes. Even when you giggled at the ticklish sensations, all he did was smile and rise to his feet so he could lean down and place a kiss on your lips.
Your body is quickly covered in his, your hands freeing his cock from his confines with practiced motions. If he had ever found part of you repulsive, he’s never shown it. You now really the thoughts about your body come from your own worries than anything he’s ever made you feel — that it’s something for you to battle about you, but just knowing how much he reveres you, how much he treasures your body —
How beautiful he makes you feel when he brushes hair from your face, flashing you a handsome smile, before he thrusts inside of you.
His size stretches you and a loud gasp of his name falls from your lips as you grip onto his back. Roger grunts in response, snapping his hips fully against yours. For a moment your vision blurs, each tear kissed away by him in an instant — and, when they are fully gone, Roger makes love to you.
It is unlike his usual love making; this time it is slow and tender, the rocking of two bodies together. Your bodies pressed close together, you clutching onto him and his face buried into the crook of your neck where he whispers things so quiet you can’t hear them — but the way your heart races you’re positive you understand them. Words of love carefully strung together in a way that will hold you together for the rest of your life. To seek yourself in someone else, you’d always thought, was folly — was not how you were supposed to spend your life, and yet here you are, contently wrapped in his arms wondering what the hell you’d been so worried about.
All over your body the remnants of the lipstick marks remain, you can feel them whenever your muscles or skin moves, and whenever Roger lifts himself even a little you can see them staining the front of his clothes. No part of you hadn’t been marked by them and recalling his earlier worry that he couldn’t love parts of you he couldn’t reach—
Quickly, yet gently, you grab his face and pull his lips close to yours. “I love you.”
Roger is dumbstruck, just for a moment, before he kisses you deeply. His kiss is far rougher than his love making, biting your lip and thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You lift a leg to wrap around his waist, gasping out at the new angle and whimpering into his mouth. You’re so close, so close-
No one knows your body like him.
The instant Roger knows you’re at the edge, it only takes one well placed touch of his fingers to pull your hips against him more to push you over. You cry out into his mouth while he steals your breath with his kiss, your climax gripping you tightly around each part of his body; nails digging into his back through his shirt, your pussy clenching around his cock pulling his own high from him. You feel him fill you up, short grunts rumbling in his throat before he finally falls still on top of you.
Roger is heavy, but his weight is a welcome comfort that you’ve come to enjoy. It won’t last long, you know, after your heart calms down and he’s had his fill of listening to it, he’ll pull you onto his chest and urge you to fall asleep there while he strokes your back. You’ll always wake up hours later, dressed in clean pyjamas, any marks looked after by him, with a glass of water and a small snack prepared for you. You always wonder why he bothers — he knows the moment you wake up, and before you’ve ever managed to reach for the water, he’s always found himself at your side, checking you over to make sure he’s not been too rough.
Truly, no one loves you or your body as much as he does.
taglist
@nightghoul381 @natimiles @celiciaa @nani-nani-nani @starlitmanor-network
@candied-boys @aquagirl1978 @tele86 @aria-chikage @sh0jun
@queengiuliettafirstlady @judesmoonbeauty @maries-gallery
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...but his weight is a welcome comfort that you’ve come to enjoy. It won’t last long, you know, after your heart calms down and he’s had his fill of listening to it, he’ll pull you onto his chest and urge you to fall asleep there...
☆ @queengiuliettafirstlady requested:
「Hello I hope not yo bother but like I saw your request for Ikevil are open and I just getting started into it but I have a lil idea if possible can I have Roger x Fem Reader Nsfw with body worship and praise kink toward the reader ? 🙏👉👈 I read your latest one with him and instantly this idea poppedup in my mknd cause that was so good 🤤Thank you Have a wonderful day 🙌😘」
☾ freya replies:
Did not intend this to be so soft -- but here we are, I can never resist body worship fics to be soft ;_;
Reign
Roger Barel/Female Bodied Reader
1495 words
CW: Drawing on body, oral sex (f! receiving), body image issues, body worship, sound!kink, biting, scratching, piv, vaginal sex
REQUESTS ☾ MASTERLIST
Prompt: Body Worship for My 300 follower event; invitation to crown
“Stay still.”
Roger’s deep voice is still and calm, his eyes focused on his work. When more giggles burst out of your mouth, the corner of his lips twitch up into a smile, his large hand holding your naked body still in front of him.
“So, Doctor,” you ask, peering at him. “What’s the verdict?”
Flashing you a smile, he gives no response other than to return to what he was doing. To imagine this was his response to walking in on you standing naked in front of a mirror, pulling at parts of your bodied you deemed not good enough for him. He’d hauled you over his shoulder, dumping you on the bed, and after leaving your side for the briefest of moments, had returned with a few lipsticks.
When all you’d done is cocked an eyebrow at him, he’d begun to draw all over your body with them. Marking all the places on your body he liked, all the ones you liked to be touched (as a way to make you squirm and moan when he ran the lipstick over your already hard nipples). Five lipsticks later, your entire body was covered and still he didn’t seem content. If anything, when he stood up and threw the final lipstick aside, this one also entirely worn out like the others, he looked troubled.
“What is it?”
Roger gulps and you sit up hesitantly, reaching out for his arm. Why does he look like this?
“I don’t think you realise just what a hold you have over me.”
“What?”
His other hand comes up to grip yours and remove it from his arm. Gently, he lifts it to his lips and plants a small kiss on your palm as in reverence. “I can colour all of your body, but the rest of you-” he frowns more. “The deepest parts of you— I can’t touch them”
“You do a good job of reaching them-” you murmur, blushing and covering your mouth when you realise you’ve said it out loud. It had meant to be just for your thoughts, but- “I-I-”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Roger….”
“I suppose the easiest way to show you just what a hold you have over me is to make love to you so deeply you can feel how much I love you forever.”
Your heart beats wildly as he lowers himself to his knees, grabbing your hips at the same time to pull your legs over the edge of the bed. For a long moment, Roger doesn’t move; his ear pressed against the inside of your thighs with his eyes closed. He’s done this a few times; enjoying the sound of your heartbeat, he’d said once, enjoying the sound of the blood rushing to your pussy-
The memory of his words catches your breath in your throat, and you don’t even need to pay attention to the burn between your legs. The smirk on Roger’s lips is enough to tell you the effect it’s having on you. It’s insane, you think, that a man has such a control over you. Just thinking about something he said one night many months ago is enough to do this.
Roger leaves you no time to contemplate before his lips savour you. His tongue instantly pushing past your wet lips to delve deep inside of you. You moan loudly, reaching out to grip his hair with one hand, the other reaching above you for his pillow. He makes no effort to hide the lewd sounds his mouth makes on your wet pussy, nor do you try and stifle your moans and blissful sighs at the feeling of his tongue exploring the deepest parts of you. Sometimes he pauses to suck at your clit, but Roger has always liked to take his time on this part; no matter how needy he is for you, even if he’s hard and grabs your hand to pump him through his trousers, he will always get on his knees and take his time to savour you, as if you’re a queen reigning over him. Truthfully you think he’s the one ruling over you — how he can play your body like a game of chess, his fingers so skilfully pulling reactions from you you’re positive he’s committed to memory.
Eventually he pulls away, lips moving to your thighs to place kisses along the insides of them. It had been them you’d been beating yourself up over when he’d entered the room, and he seemed to be paying extra attention to them. Truly there was no hesitation anywhere in his actions as he placed kisses all the way down to your toes. Even when you giggled at the ticklish sensations, all he did was smile and rise to his feet so he could lean down and place a kiss on your lips.
Your body is quickly covered in his, your hands freeing his cock from his confines with practiced motions. If he had ever found part of you repulsive, he’s never shown it. You now really the thoughts about your body come from your own worries than anything he’s ever made you feel — that it’s something for you to battle about you, but just knowing how much he reveres you, how much he treasures your body —
How beautiful he makes you feel when he brushes hair from your face, flashing you a handsome smile, before he thrusts inside of you.
His size stretches you and a loud gasp of his name falls from your lips as you grip onto his back. Roger grunts in response, snapping his hips fully against yours. For a moment your vision blurs, each tear kissed away by him in an instant — and, when they are fully gone, Roger makes love to you.
It is unlike his usual love making; this time it is slow and tender, the rocking of two bodies together. Your bodies pressed close together, you clutching onto him and his face buried into the crook of your neck where he whispers things so quiet you can’t hear them — but the way your heart races you’re positive you understand them. Words of love carefully strung together in a way that will hold you together for the rest of your life. To seek yourself in someone else, you’d always thought, was folly — was not how you were supposed to spend your life, and yet here you are, contently wrapped in his arms wondering what the hell you’d been so worried about.
All over your body the remnants of the lipstick marks remain, you can feel them whenever your muscles or skin moves, and whenever Roger lifts himself even a little you can see them staining the front of his clothes. No part of you hadn’t been marked by them and recalling his earlier worry that he couldn’t love parts of you he couldn’t reach—
Quickly, yet gently, you grab his face and pull his lips close to yours. “I love you.”
Roger is dumbstruck, just for a moment, before he kisses you deeply. His kiss is far rougher than his love making, biting your lip and thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You lift a leg to wrap around his waist, gasping out at the new angle and whimpering into his mouth. You’re so close, so close-
No one knows your body like him.
The instant Roger knows you’re at the edge, it only takes one well placed touch of his fingers to pull your hips against him more to push you over. You cry out into his mouth while he steals your breath with his kiss, your climax gripping you tightly around each part of his body; nails digging into his back through his shirt, your pussy clenching around his cock pulling his own high from him. You feel him fill you up, short grunts rumbling in his throat before he finally falls still on top of you.
Roger is heavy, but his weight is a welcome comfort that you’ve come to enjoy. It won’t last long, you know, after your heart calms down and he’s had his fill of listening to it, he’ll pull you onto his chest and urge you to fall asleep there while he strokes your back. You’ll always wake up hours later, dressed in clean pyjamas, any marks looked after by him, with a glass of water and a small snack prepared for you. You always wonder why he bothers — he knows the moment you wake up, and before you’ve ever managed to reach for the water, he’s always found himself at your side, checking you over to make sure he’s not been too rough.
Truly, no one loves you or your body as much as he does.
taglist
@nightghoul381 @natimiles @celiciaa @nani-nani-nani @starlitmanor-network
@candied-boys @aquagirl1978 @tele86 @aria-chikage @sh0jun
@queengiuliettafirstlady @judesmoonbeauty @maries-gallery
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Love Begins From a Mean Lie ❥ Master List
Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. What I obtain is what will be translated.
Translation notes are marked with ***
Alternate translation is marked with///
Dividers: @/natimiles
❥Liam Evans
❥Roger Barel
❥Victor
❥Ellis Twilight
❥Jude Jazza
❥Harrison Gray
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Ellis Twilight Chapter 21 BLE Quick Quip…. I’m paraphrasing here:
MC: Ellis you can go rest now, I’ll be ok.
Ellis: I’m staying here.
Roger: You’re making her uncomfortable staring at her like that.
Ellis: I haven’t even seen that much skin yet, it’s not fair Roger gets to see it. Beside Roger can be a bit naughty and forceful, so I want watch him at all times. Besides I need to know how to treat you myself.
Roger: 👁️👄👁️ Wait you’re together? How far have ya gone?
Ellis: We’ve kissed.
MC: Ellis!
Roger: You haven’t even touched her and you’ve got her this flustered, that’s so you. Oh, and what’s next?
Ellis: Um……I want to eat her I guess.
Roger: I shouldn’t have asked.
Ellis: Oh, where’s Jude?
Roger: He got into a fight with William left.
Ellis: He got into a fight with William? 👈🏻 (This shouldn’t surprise you kid.) 🤣
#I CAN'T WAIT TO HAVE IT IN EN#ellis managed to get roger traumatized haushsushauaha#ikevil translations#ikevil ellis#ikevil
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IkeVamp HCs: SO wearing Another Suitor's clothes
How do they react when their s/o borrows clothes from another suitor?
Suitors: Theo, Isaac, Shakespeare, Drake
Theo
Oh no no no no no no no no. Cut. Stop.
He knows Y/N is not wearing that playboy's jacket.
When the dealer comes across his hondje one evening tucked safely in Arthur's jacket, one could see the author's lifespan dwindling with every passing minute that she wore it.
"What...the hell is this?"
Said author even saw fit to tease him about it, resulting in being chased around the mansion by his best friend/ future killer, until Vincent had to rescue Arthur from certain death and Y/N returned his jacket to him for his safety.
The reason she was wearing it in the first place? Arthur had left it when he was going out and Y/N kept it for him until she saw him again and, because she was busy all day, she had no desire to carry it around that whole time. So she put it on until she found the owner, only for Arthur to insist she kept it on for the rest of the day, because, in his words, she looks simply adorable.
No, that didn't make him feel better. His hondje should not be wearing any another man's clothing, let alone Arthur's.
End of story, no discussion, not up for debate.
And he lets her know that when he scolds her later, unplacated by her defensive answer of it not being a big deal.
This of course, results in him pinching her soft cheek as she squealed in protest.
"The next time I catch you wearing another man's clothes, you'll get a lot more than this."
The implications of his words are not lost on the woman.
Y/N's scowl was overshadowed by the blush spreading across her face.
Isaac
When Isaac was faced with the sight of Y/N fully dressed in Napoleon's soldier uniform, he wasn't sure what to feel.
He wasn't even sure how to call attention to it, sputtering a little when he saw her at first.
"What...what on earth are you wearing?"
When he did manage to bring himself to ask her, Y/N had answered that Napoleon had offered to let her wear it after she asked out of curiosity.
He wasn't entirely certain how he felt about that. He supposed there was no harm meant by it but still...
He wouldn't bring it up after that, and would try to put it out of his mind, but as she wore it the whole day, he couldn't help sneaking slightly sullen looks in her direction. She looked engulfed in the clothing...almost like she was engulfed in Napoleon.
No, not a pleasant line of thought at all.
When the two of them are finally alone by the end of the day, he plucked his courage and turned towards her with a huffy, but very embarrassed face as he cut off her sentence.
"I...don't like it much when you wear another man's clothes. Please refrain from doing so in future."
He said it all in one breath, his cheeks red, his face set in a frown he hoped was serious, as his beloved gaped back at him, blinking rapidly in confusion.
It was after all, a very random switch of topics. She hadn't even been aware that it was even bothering him. But she had to respect how vocal he was being in that moment, especially because open communication wasn't his forte.
"I know I sound childish but...it's just the way I feel..."
He locked eyes with her upon saying this, making her heart skip a beat.
As if she really needed another reason to fall for Isaac...
Shakespeare
Oh...oh this could be a problem.
When his mismatched eyes land on Vincent's scarf coiled around his muse...?
He is none too pleased.
The only reason she was wearing it, come to find out, was because Vincent had asked her to wear it, because he wanted to paint the pattern and needed her as a mannequin of sorts.
Then he allowed her to keep it for the remainder of the day as thanks and since she was comfortable in it, here she was.
Will stared back at her with an unreadable expression as she explained, not speaking until she was finished.
Once she is, he gives a perfectly calm smile, saying that it suited her. The smile made her a little bit...chilly though...
And he brought no more attention to it...but at some point, Y/N noticed she is missing the scarf.
She completed lost her mind trying to find the item and when neither she and the oh so innocent Shakespeare couldn't find it, she went home to Vincent, dejected and preparing to tell him she lost it...
Only to find Vincent wearing it.
The scarf might not have been lost anymore, but she certainly.
Shakespeare for his part, only smiled and answered her puzzled look with-
"Perhaps the scarf found itself longing for it's owner and thus made haste back where it belongeth....which is not upon the shoulders of my love..."
He's a scary one, that man. Y/N shuddered slightly as she gave her beloved a nervous laugh.
Drake
His fawn prancing around in another man's clothes? No.
Why Y/N had Galileo's cloak draped over her bare shoulders while she waited for him at the university was completely beyond him.
When he had initially seen her, he had blinked multiple times, asking why she was wearing it, the answer being that she had been waiting for him to pick her up as they planned, but she had gotten a bit chilly because of her dress being off shoulder and Galileo had seen her and gave her his cloak while he went to teach a class.
An innocent enough answer...but he still didn't like it. The surprise faded away from Drake's face as his expression went flat, sending a chill down his lover's spine.
Suddenly he smiled cheerfully, after being silent for a beat.
"Say, little fawn, why don't you let me hold Galileo's cloak, and you can just cuddle with me instead?"
He said it with such a sweet, persuasive tone that Y/N didn't need to put much thought into shrugging off the cloak and trading it for the comfort of Drake's arms. She lay her head on his chest as she was wrapped in his warm embrace, his hand caressing the top of her head. He then pulled her head up to meet his suddenly serious aquamarine eyes.
"...It's just a cloak, but it's like he's laid claim to you. "
He smirked a little, almost rueful as he stroked her cheek.
"I won't hand over the privilege of protecting you to anyone. Even if its just from the cold."
The man is a pirate, through and through.
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im loving ikevamp sm
Yes!! Why do you ask? :)
hes just a baby
rip leo it was nice to meet you 🙌🙏
he reminds me of mu qing from heaven official's blessing ans thats one of the reasons why i love him
HE HAS AN OWL AND HE LOVES HIS OWL SM HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THIS MAN?????
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It's a riveting story really~
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MC: Do you have a girlfriend?
Jude: No.
MC: Do you have a boyfriend?
Jude: No.
MC:
MC: ... Do you have a friend?
Jude:
MC:
Jude: Ya know ya don't need two arms to use a typewriter?
MC: I'M LEAVING GOODBYE.
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It's the ✨ trauma ✨
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Happy cake day, Will 👑🍓
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Currently in the middle of Harrison's route and I couldn't help but screenshot that. They-- 🥹
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