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zuhamuses · 1 day

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♡ " A mess "

Pairing: Jude Jazza x Kate (MC)

CW: lots of cursing + jealous jude!! (Tho it isn't much of a warning, lol.)

Note: My 2nd entry for @judejazza 's event!! I hope everyone likes this Jude fic <3 divider & header by the lovely @natimiles

Jude's eyes followed her figure as soon as she entered the dining room. Her smile lacked its usual cheerfulness, and her eyes looked sad.

That expression of Kate's broke something inside of him. This wasn't the first time she was wearing that look. Of course. She was living in a castle with cursed people, but Jude knew that wasn't why she looked so down.

Jude clicked his tongue in annoyance, but his eyes quickly looked her over... making sure she was doing physically well... that she wasn't harmed. He quickly looked away.

He was pissed. Very fucking pissed if he had to be honest. Whatever they both had going on was messing with both his head and heart. Jude Jazza was smart, but he couldn't find it in himself to put a name to their "relationship."

When she got hurt, he had wanted to kill all of those people right then and there. Her smile brought a strange sense of calm over him. She was beautiful -- fuck. Shit. He mentally cursed himself and faced her.

"How was yer date?" He basically spat the words out with that sadistic grin on his face.

Kate huffed and narrowed her eyes, looking angry. "Why are you looking so smug, Jude?"

He barked out a laugh, leaning back on the chair. "Smug? Whatcha talkin' about, Princess?"

"Do you take pleasure in seeing me hurt?"

Jude looked at her straight in the eye. "Ya should have the answer to that already."

Her face was red. Kate was fuming. The earlier hints of sadness from her expression were all gone.

"Why do you even care? Huh?" She questioned him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't fuckin' care." Jude replied, expression mirroring hers.

"Then you shouldn't act like you do. Even if he didn't come to the spot--"

He threw the newspaper in front of him, a little too aggressively.

"Then ya will agree to meet that fucker again? Even if he stood ya up two times already? Princess, do ya have any self-respect?"

Kate gasped. "Jude! Just what is your problem? I don't get it!"

Shit. He messed up. Her eyes were filled with tears and... he was the cause. Jude mentally laughed at himself. He was warning Kate about a guy while he was the worst of them all. Surely, the Princess deserves better.

He took slow strides towards her. "Do ya like him?"

"... What?"

"That lousy fucker who can't even show up on a date, and stood ya up twice."

"That's none of your concern."

He took slow strides towards her, but Kate wasn't moving back. She stood still in her place, curious to see what he was going to do. Her eyes were fixed on him, studying his every expression and movement. Kate's eyes were shining as always, but she had changed so much...

She turned even more beautiful.

"He doesn't deserve ya. Ya are wastin' too much of your time." He said nonchalantly, bending down slightly to meet her eyes. "Or do ya like bein' stood up?"

"I can't understand you, Jude Jazza..." Kate breathed out, eyes narrowing once again in fury. "You push me away, say harsh things, then act like you care about me. Just what do you want?"

He clicked his tongue, and they both kept staring at each other. They weren't able to break eye contact, or they just didn't want to. Jude wondered... just what was she actually thinking?

He reached out to wipe a tear that had escaped from her eye. His hand was rough from his line of work, but his touch was gentle.

Kate's reddened cheeks, her big eyes filled with curiosity, her laughter and giggles, the way she would listen to him, and how she had tried to keep him safe during missions... that was all so precious to Jude.

"He can't treat ya good, ya dummy." He said softly.

Kate was silent for a while, but then she spoke in an equally soft voice.

"If he can't... then can you? What are you implying, Jude...?"

His expression as he looked at Kate was so gentle, so soft. There was no sarcasm in his voice as he replied, "Yeah, if ya don't trust my words, then wanna test it out?"

He chuckled upon seeing her flustered and surprised expression. Yeah... he wouldn't trade her for the world...

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littlekohai77 · 2 days

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No Nut November-!!

𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝕄𝕆𝕊𝕋 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝕃𝕐 𝕋𝕆 𝕎𝕀ℕ-!!

𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢-- 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.

🄲🄷🄰🅁🄰🄲🅃🄴🅁🅂: Ellis Twilight from IkeVil, this was supposed to be multi character but I got carried away.

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: nsfw, content minors dni or bald Jude is coming for you, oversimtulation, slight non consent vibes, slight mention of overworking, squirting, semi public sex, possibly extremely ooc.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

🄻🄴🄰🅂🅃 🄻🄸🄺🄴🄻🅈 🅃🄾 🅆🄸🄽: 1-2 weeks.

◡̈🅴🅻🅻🅸🆂 🆃🆆🅸🅻🅸🅶🅷🆃:

The thing about him is... He's a person who who enjoys pleasing you and keeping you happy. Making you feel joy, satisfaction and serenity as much as possible is what he most aims for.

So... It wouldn't necessarily be difficult for him. It would be you who would make the challenge difficult. Because the moment you start showing signs of being needy is when his resolve starts to crumble and he gets hit with the desire to please you. To stop seeing you frown and press your thighs together, trying to desperately to get enough friction. To stop hearing your cries of disappointment and dissatisfaction from behind your door cause your fingers just aren't thick or long enough to reach those oh so sensitive spots deep within you, something only he can reach. He just wants to break down this door, hold you and glue himself in between your thighs.

In another scenario where he's thinking about just how happy you would be, just how bright you'd smile after a full month of being deprived of pleasure. Where he's considering the big reward on the long run, he'd still lose.

Because since you guys are all doing this challenge together, Jude would try to drown himself in work as a distraction to make himself stop thinking about his cute little lover. Which would lead to him taking a lot more of the load than normal, in turn lessening the load for Ellis. Allowing him more free time.

And what does this goofy little goober do with his free time? Well he spends it with you. And he's not that much of a patient fellow.

Which would eventually lead to you being propped up against the wall in your balcony, legs hung over his shoulders, his face smushed into your little pussy, his nose pressed up against your clit, creating stimulations that tether on the edge of pleasurable and painful, him creating scandalous wet sounds, slurping up all your joices like a starved man, sucking on your puffy folds, your toes curling, the coil in your lower stomach tightening impossibly, eyes rolling back, as you beg him to slow down and yet keep grinding your cunny against his drenched face.

All care for public decency has lapsed through him. As you whimper, mention that what if someone sees- He chuckles, causing vibrations across your little flower, sending chills that run up your spine and shoves you over the edge, a clear liquid spilling all over. Him pulling away to open his mouth and catch all of it, pulling apart your puffy lips and rubbing your little nub to draw out the high as long as possible. He looks so pleased. So happy to finally have relieved you of the pain he was foolish enough to put you through for one and a half weeks!

"One... " he brings his face closer to your cunny, licking up the access juices dripping from it, the stream now weaker than before. "One ... Muh-ore! " he gasps, his voice coming out muffled as he encloses his mouth around your nub and sucks it into his mouth. And you're too dumb right now to even respond, all that come out are incoherent words and high pitched noises.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍... 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜...

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞... :)

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natimiles · 2 months

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Lazy morning with Jude

Words: 597

Tags: scenario; fluffy; no pronouns specified; established relationship.

Notes: I did my best to make Jude sound like Jude, HAIUSEHASU. I hope this brightens your night, @judejazza! 🤍

In the first few weeks of the relationship, it was weird for you to wake up in the morning to an empty bed and his side already cold. You wouldn’t deny it made you feel strange, and sometimes you wondered if you were disrupting his routine, or if he really wanted you there.

Jude could be rough and sadistic, but he was never a liar. If he said your company was something he enjoyed, even if he didn’t sleep that much anyway, then you knew better than to doubt his word. That and his actions, which always spoke louder.

Every night, he would cling to you as soon as you made yourself comfortable on the bed. Sometimes he wouldn’t even wait for you to settle; he would pull you down and lock you in his embrace, intertwining his legs with yours. And you’d happily nuzzle against him, deeply inhaling his scent that did wonders to relax you.

Then you grew accustomed to this routine of yours, where you usually woke up alone, but never lonely. And sometimes you were lucky enough to wake up for a few minutes and catch a glimpse of him before he left for work.

Like now.

You wake up to something warm pressing against your forehead and hear some soft words you can’t understand. You grumble unintelligible sounds as your mind slowly wakes up. Scrunching up your nose, you flutter your eyes open, and even though it’s still dark outside, you can see a silhouette beside you.

“Jude?” you call out, your voice heavy with sleep.

“Ha?” he clicks his tongue and gently coaxes your eyes to close with his fingertips. “Go back to sleep.”

“But you—” You take his hand away, but he brings it back to your eyelids. Twice. “Jude!” you complain, holding it against your cheek now.

“Got ‘nother hand, y’know? Can put ya back to sleep real easy, princess,” he threatens, but you know he wouldn’t.

“Then just let me wish you a good day,” you say, shifting your body to get a better look at him and squeezing his hand tighter.

He could free his hand anytime, but he doesn’t, and it makes you tingly inside. He sighs loudly and bends at his waist, using his other hand to support himself on the headboard, bringing his face close to yours. You stay like this for a few moments, just looking into each other’s eyes.

“So?”

“Hm?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Where’re my good day wishes? Can’t wait for ‘em all day.”

“Oh!” you smile, your whole face lighting up as his words sink into your brain. He almost feels the need to close his eyes to not be blinded by your brightness. “Have a good day! Take care of yourself, and come back home in one piece.” You hold his hand tighter and bring your other hand to the back of his neck, using it as leverage to lift your face slightly and peck his lips. “I love you.”

“Good princess,” he chuckles through his nose. “Now back to sleep. Love too,” he mutters so softly that you almost don’t hear it, and kisses your forehead.

You recognize the warmth and realize what the words you couldn’t understand earlier were. You can’t help but feel your cheeks blushing, and he smirks widely at your sheepish expression. He would tease you a lot if he didn’t have to leave already — he probably will when he comes back home later.

And with this cozy feeling inside, you close your eyes and try to sleep a little more.

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revasserium · 10 months

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lie to me

harrison; 1,872 words; fluff and a bit of angst; fem!reader a/n: in which harrison tells you five lies and just as many truths

01.

“lie to me.”

“i love you.”

“ah, but that’s an easy one — how could you be in love with someone you just met, right?”

you smile, lacing your fingers under your chin as he looks you over, the smile on your lips simple and sweet and somehow unsettling in its simplicity. there’s something hidden there — he knows it. he just doesn’t know exactly what it is yet and… that in and of itself is intriguing enough to warrant a second glance, a second’s pause.

“go on, isn’t this supposed to be what you’re good at?” you ask, cocking your head, your eyes never leaving his.

harrison feels himself being drawn into you, the unflinching way you meet his gaze, the seemingly indomitable nature of your curiosity, your striking, painful honesty. ah — so is that what it is? has he gotten so used to the truth hidden beneath the lies that seeing truth hidden behind another veneer of truth has become strange? certainly, it’s not something he sees everyday but…

“alright then — i don’t love you, but i think that maybe i could —”

eh?

you blink, but harrison is already pursing his lips with a shrug, pushing up from where he’d been sitting across from you, your coffee mugs still steaming.

“there, ponder that one for a while, hm?” he grins, shooting a lazy wink your way, “and… that confused look on your face… i don’t hate it, y’know.”

02.

“lie to me.”

“my favorite color is yellow.”

“well, mine’s green.”

harrison looks up at you from across a piece of perfectly buttered toast, his mouth halfway open, watching as you slather your slice of toast in a truly impressive amount of jam. you’re humming to yourself and when you glance up to find him watching you, you shrug.

“what?”

harrison smiles, shaking his head, “nothing. just… ah — nevermind.”

“no, tell me.” you take a huge bite of toast and he can’t help the way his eyes snag on the smear of jam on your lower lip or the way your tongue sweeps out to lick it up.

“nope. don’t wanna.” he takes his own rather large bite of toast, washing it down with a sip of coffee that’s just a bit too hot.

“even if i say ‘please’?”

harrison pauses, considers. and then he smiles.

“for a second there, i just thought you were… cute.”

your blush makes something warm and tight unfurl in his chest. but you narrow your eyes and the tension inside his chest lightens ever so slightly.

“saah… was that a lie or was it the truth?” he muses, reaching out to tap a finger to the center of your forehead, making you blink, “well, you can believe whatever you want to believe. i don’t mind it either way.”

03.

“lie to me.”

“i actually don’t really like lying.”

you pause over the still-warm cranberry scones, your hand hovering over the butter dish.

“then why do you do it?”

harrison licks his lips, his eyes fixed on yours. he feels the beginnings of something cresting from his stomach up into his chest, over his shoulders, down the length of his back. it’s a strange thing, a nearly foreign sensation. but it leaves his whole body a mess a livewire tingles, and it makes him wonder about stupid things like truth and trust and belonging.

“because… it’s easy, i suppose.”

you nod, slowly breaking off a corner of a scone, and applying a liberal amount of butter to it before offering it to him. on the windowsill, there’s a vase full of bright yellow tulips, freshly picked and watered.

“my parents always said that if you tell a lie enough times, it starts to sound like the truth.”

“hm… they sound like smart people.” he reaches out to take the bit of proffered scone, popping it into his mouth and savoring the sweetness.

you watch him with a grin, “they were.”

a moment passes, and then another; harrison reaches for the sugar bowl at the same time you do and your hands brush. you pause; so does he. and then — laughter, as he pushes the bowl towards you and you shake your head, nudging it back.

“three sugars, right?” you ask, watching as he drops the cubes into his coffee and stirs.

“what can i say? i’ve got something of a sweet-tooth.”

“yeah. i know you do.”

04.

“lie to me… please — t-tell me everything’s gonna be okay.”

there’s blood everywhere, and the world is around you is a blur of rain and shadows. the streetlamps cast the air in a hazy glow and it would be beautiful, if it weren’t so deeply, horrifyingly terrible.

you cradle harrison to your chest, a hand pressed to the side of his stomach, where a sickeningly hot stream of blood is pouring from a bullet wound, your other hand holding his head upright.

“i — i think i’m gonna die,” he says, forcing a weak smile as he raises a hand to cup your cheek.

“h-harry! that’s not — that’s not funny —” but you can’t help the watery laugh that bubbles from your lips.

“you — you told me to lie to you… right? so…”

you bite back a sob even as it rips itself from your throat and you shake your head.

“y’know… you’ve gotten s-so bad at this…”

harrison’s own laughter is stuttered through with coughs. more blood, painting the soft of his lips so bright it almost looks like lipstick or strawberry jam. you reach up your hand to wipe it away, smearing the red across his cheeks.

he catches your hand in his, and the cliché of the moment hits you like a runaway train, veering off it’s tracks — the rain, the blood, the falling in love.

“what… at lying? ah… i guess that’s true… hey… look at me…” he presses his blood-stained lips to your hand before resting it along his cheek, holding it there even as more blood gurgles out of the side of his mouth. you try to tug your hand to wipe it away but he holds you tight, holds you dear.

“there you are…” he says, his eyes flickering over the plains of your face, “i su-suppose you might make an honest man of me yet…”

you shake your head again, fervent and desperate.

“no — i d-don’t want that — harry, please — you can’t —”

“m-my favorite color… didn’t used to be yellow… but now it is… and… i never did like lying… but i hated doing it to you… and… i never thought i could fall in love but… here i am… so there — i — i think that’s most of them —”

“harry, what are y-you doing?”

“i’m… telling you the truth. now… your turn — lie… lie to me.”

you let out another sob as you see the light from his eyes slowly fading, even as the distant sounds of shouting alert you to the ambulance racing your way.

“i-if you die, i swear to god, harry — i’ll chase you right into the gates of hell and pull you back with me —”

harrison laughs, his hand falling from yours, his lashes fluttering as his gaze goes wide and glazed.

“now that’s a lie… i’d be happy to believe…”

05.

when harrison next wakes up, it’s to a nearly pitch-black hospital room and a solid weight somewhere to his right. he lets out a soft groan and looks down to find… you, with your face pillowed on your arms, fast asleep by his bedside.

“she’s been here for three whole days.” victor’s voice is light but for once devoid of it’s usual levity.

“ah… of course she has.” harrison reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, a smile stretching his lips at the way your brows furrow slightly, your body shifting as he traces a thumb along the contours of your cheek.

“try not to excite her too much… she’s barely been eating or sleeping so who know’s — her heart might give out if you give her too big of a shock.” and with that, victor tips his head and slips from the room, leaving the two of you very much alone.

harrison revels in the quiet, in the patient pace of your breaths, the rise and fall of his own chest, his own miraculous heartbeat mapped in bright green spikes on a screen to his left. and he wonders briefly how quickly it’d have to beat before it would alert the nurses but —

“h-harry? oh… oh my god — you’re awake!”

“hm… really? ah, and here i was, thinking this was all a dream.”

you bury your face in his chest, gasping when he winces, but he chuckles and tugs you back towards him, his seafoam eyes so bright even in the relative darkness.

“i — i thought…”

“what? that i was dead? c’mon… i’m not that easy to get rid of.”

you bite your lips, shake your head, your eyes welling up with tears as you once again bury your face in his chest, this time careful to avoid his still tender wounds. he hushes you as you hiccup, running a soothing hand through your hair, down the back of your neck.

“i’m just… so glad y-you’re alive…”

harrison grins, cocking his head as you pull back to look at him, your eyes wide and watery and so, so beautiful. it’s unfair, he decides, that you should still look so daringly beautiful like this.

“come here… there’s something i need to tell you…”

you blink at him for a moment before allowing him to beckon you closer, to wrap his arms around you and skim his lips by your cheek till he’s whispering in your hear —

“i… i don’t love you… not even a little bit.”

and for a second, you freeze, your whole body going cold, but when you pull back, there’s a smile on harrison’s lips that makes you roll your eyes. you let out a soft little sigh, pillowing your cheek on his chest as he absently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“wow… when did you become such a terrible liar?”

at this, harrison laughs, and he hisses at the pain but he doesn’t stop laughing, and a moment later you join him, and the pair of you fall into the waves and waves of laughter until he tilts your chin up to press his lips to yours.

“if i had to guess…” he muses as he pulls back, running the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip, his eyes flickering from your kiss-bruised mouth up to your shock-widened eyes and back down again, a distinctly fox-like grin stretching his lips.

“i’d say that it was the day that i met you.”

#harrison gray #ikemen villains #ikevil harrison #ikevil #ikemen series #harrison gray x reader #ikevil harrison x reader #ikemen villains harrison #ikevil x reader #cybird ikemen #floofy floof floof #angst mcgee #honestly i'm in so damn deep for this man not in the least bc he's voiced by noriaki sugiyama #kudos if you can count the actual number of lies/truths harry tells reader in this fic u__u LOL #pls come talk to me about harry god im simping so hard for this man and i haven't even read like half his route

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omkookie · 8 months

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⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut ahead //// F!MC.

You’re tugging and pulling on his clothes, quickly throwing them on the floor before you pull him in for a heated kiss. Your tongue entwines with his, and after he breaks your kiss his hands glide over your breasts, giving them a light squeeze.

He sneakily got behind you as he asked if you were sure you wanted to know the “Real” him. “I suppose it’s natural to be interested in indecent things?” He said. Next thing you know, You’re bent over your bed while Alfons fucks himself into you from behind. His fingers are shoved into your mouth, teasingly torturing your tongue, and he holds your hip with his other hand while his cock is buried snuggly within you. “Fuu… And to think that all I’ve been doing so far is watching you-” He trails off with a raspy voice, letting out a low moan while your hand pulls his fingers out of your mouth.

“Ha?... What?” You ask him confused… Just what does he mean?

“Oh, that’s right.” He chuckles sweetly in your ear before whispering, “I’ve been enjoying the little show you put on every time you masturbate.” his tone is amused as he informs you he’s been watching you. He got off on you masturbating, and even stole some of your undergarments to jack off with… like a complete pervert.

You honestly wonder how he got away with this. And how didn’t you notice that some of your underwear are missing? Alfons even has enough boldness to describe which pairs of your underwear he stole.

“You’re a dirty pervert.” You spat out as he pressed a chaste kiss against your neck, “Oh, Please do forgive me.” He says unapologetically as his wet fingers make their way between your legs.

“Alfons…” You whisper his name quietly, trying to hold a moan back as you feel your orgasm build up. “Don’t hold back…” He says as his head falls onto your shoulder. His thrusts are getting erratic, and you're sure he’s getting close to cumming too.

…

Your late night affairs would surely have Roger giving you the side eye the next day. Alfons makes sure to moan extra loud for him too.😂

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ashxngrotto · 9 months

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NSFW Headcanons of Elbert Greetia

Warnings: if you are a minor or don’t like this type of contents, please leave and stop requesting for a community label I literally said that it’s a nsfw whaddya expect-

Woohoo his route’s out today

Elbert likes using silk ribbons to tie your hands up or maybe blindfold your eyes to spice up things

Public sex is something he wanna try (especially at the beach)

The word ‘enough’ does not exist to Elbert, expect some overstimulation and him blowing in your ears and whispering dirty shits

He wants to try wax play but doesn’t wanna hurt you, so it’s kinda like a secret he kept from you

Absolutely no polygamy, my boy doesn’t share

If he’s jealous he might as well as fuck you crazy and leave marks all over you

One time Alfons walked past his room and heard Elbert masturbating and moaning your name, not to mention that’s the first time Alfons heard Elbert so loud-

Mirror sex is a must

Elbert’s turn ons are when you wear beautiful clothes or jewelleries, he wonder which is prettier, your accessories or yourself (ofc it’s you don’t worry-)

His likes laying on your stomach and thighs after sex, sometimes he will bury his face in your chest

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zuhamuses · 2 months

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jude is well aware of the effect you have on him. he gets more annoyed and snaps easily when you are around him. just how can someone be so happy and wear that shitty cute smile all the time? it pisses him off. you piss him off.

having to take care of you during a mission all the while cursing victor for sending you on such a dangerous task. what if you die? fuck. of course, he won't let that happen. but he's so mad, and his eyes are narrowed, and the cigarette is stomped on by his foot.

jude's lost.

he wants to help you and hates it when you cry. those tears shouldn't come out of your eyes, damn it! he thinks. the businessman wears that sadistic grin and tells you that “you are in my debt, princess” but he doesn't want anything in return. nothing other than you giving him a kiss or looking at him with the smile you were giving ellis earlier.

his heart beats so fast around you.

he hates you. jude hates you and he despises all you make him feel. what a troublesome princess you are, tch.

#☆ musings ☆#jude x reader #ikevil #ikemen villains #ikevil x reader #jude jazza #ikevil jude jazza #jude x you #ikevil imagines #ikeseries x reader

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littlekohai77 · 13 days

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Ikevil NSFW hcs

𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶: NSFW, minors dni or bald Jude is gonna come for you, villains, members of crown, what more do you need? Aren't they enough of a warning? Mention of pregnancy, bdsm, degradation, overstim, edging, dacryphilia.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

♡🆆🅸🅻🅻🅸🅰🅼 🆁🅴🆇:

Pussy pleaser spotted!!

Cares more about your pleasure than his own. Willing to blue ball himself at the drop of a hat to give your sweet cunny some well deserved attention.

Favorite position: probably something where he can see your face well. He wants to see how you react to him. Do you love it? Do you hate it? Are you conflicted? Do you feel guilty to be getting fucked instead of doing your job like the good little girl you are?

I think cow girl would be his favorite. Cause he gets to sit back and let you take the reigns. It helps show him more sides of you. Sides that he wants to explore and get to know more.

He's the type to never push you to give him oral. He won't have to say a word, you'll just feel the need to do it, you'll feel compelled to.

If he ever wants you to do anything, he'll just ask you to do so. He doesn't command it yet you always feel compelled to. It's just hard to say no to him and you don't really know why. Is it because you want to please him? Is it because you think you need to repay him?

The thing about him is, he never ever uses his powers on you in bed, doesn't matter if you beg him to, he just isn't.

He knows just how strong he is and he doesn't want to make a habit of controlling your actions. He fears that in some point in time, he might just feel very tempted and find controlling you more convenient than persuading you. Which would tarnish you freedom in the relationship and cause a major imbalance in power. He also doesn't want to break that trust that he worked so hard to build.

♥︎🅷🅰🆁🆁🅸🆂🅾🅽 🅶🆁🅰🆈:

Ahemhmhmhnshdbsxbdhdbd

Bro he fucks with my head so bad. Anyway,

His favorite position is probably spooning.

He likes the intimacy of the act.

Like you both just woke up and are lazing around in bed. And then you push your butt against his crotch a few too many times that he just loses it. 😩🙌

His face nestled in the crook of your neck, his breath brushing up against your nape as he slides his cold slender fingers under your nightgown and pinches you nipple while holding your legs apart with his own and thrusting his hips into yours.

Also also

He's the type to both enjoy giving oral and receiving. But the thing is, despite enjoying, he doesn't give it often. Why? Cause fuck you.

Nah I'm kidding.

He just tries to keep up his persona.

But there are times where you just look too delicious or are being too good of a girl that he gets so overwhelmed with love for you and just splits your thighs apart and slots himself in between.

This also happens when you're riding him, he just gets so overwhelmed by how good you're making him feel that he flips you over and starts pounding you into next week.

❥🅻🅸🅰🅼 🅴🆅🅰🅽🆂:

You're his mistress and his your little naughty kitty.

Definitely enjoys being rode to tears.

He's very experimental. Always ready to give everything a try. Will even do fletching.

You guys probably have a healthy balance of sweet-slow sex and rough sex.

He enjoys being choked. Like suffocatted. Every time he wants you to go harder. That's concerning ngl. 😰

He's not the most obedient. Very rebellious and always has a comeback ready.

But it's easy to shut him up. Just sit down on his face. Or edge him till he's crying.

(Sorry I'm not really good at writing subby characters and I can't really see Liam in a sexual way.)

☃︎❆🅴🅻🅱🅴🆁🆃 🅶🆁🅴🅴🆃🅸🅰:

🗣️ Pussy Pleaser spotted ‼️

But he's like that for selfish reasons.

He pleasures you to literal unconsciousness, not because he wants to make you feel good, no, he wants to see the beautiful expressions that you make when you're getting fucked, when you're thighs are shuddering from the pure intensity and a tear slips down your flushed cheeks, when you're about to fall apart.

His favorite position is probably missionary. He gets to see your face, he gets to control the pace. All perfect for him.

Much more of a giver when it comes to oral. But there's one condition, you must not look away. You look away and he stops. You deprive him of that sickeningly sweet expression of yours and he latches himself off of your little clit.

Another torturous thing he does is edge and overstim you. Because sometimes he gets a bit addicted to that face you make when you climax or are about to. So to see it again and again. He just keeps going and going. He knows from experience that not stopping would highten your sensitivity and make you cum faster. And that's exactly what he wants, for you to show him that utterly heavenly view again.

If you try to hide your face, he's gonna stop or holds your arms in his hands.

But that's not to say he doesn't enjoy romantic sex either. He enjoys it quite a lot. He loves the faces you make when he's thrusting into you slowly, peppering you in kisses and squeezing you gently. He loves that look of adoration in your eyes. That happiness, how content you are.

❍🅰🅻🅵🅾🅽🆂 🆂🆈🅻🆅🅰🆃🅸🅲🅰:

He's a womanizer. So that makes me feel like he's a Dom.

I think his go to position would be doggy. Just because of how easily accessible it is in Victorian era attire.

He seems like the most twisted and manipulative man there is.

So he probably does both degradation and praise. He needs the right thing to sway you in the right direction and there's no guarantee that everyone would be into degradation.

He's more into degradation. Because it's hard for him to give praise and make it feel genuine to himself. Because the simple knowledge of him knowing that he's faking it and forcing himself kind of ruins that allure.

But he pulls through any way. He's a great actor to be honest. Should consider becoming Liam's coworker.

He's probably into edging. Both himself and you. He enjoys the sweet sweet torture of losing his high again and again, and he also enjoys how your composure cracks and you beg him to make you cum.

He really loves being begged and having the position of power.

Even when taking the submissive role, he's still got the most control. Aka, he's a power bottom. He provokes you into getting what he wants and while you might think you're putting him in his place, this is actually exactly what he wanted and you fell right into his trap.

He prefers receiving than giving oral.

✾🅹🆄🅳🅴 🅹🅰🆉🆉🅰:

You better pray you're a masochist.

He's really rough. Shoves your head into the pillows and fucks you into the mattress.

He's into degradation. Calls you every dirty name in existence.

Slapping and spanking are definitely his go to. Doesn't spit on you though. It just doesn't sit right with him. And he finds the act disgusting.

He's one to give orders with rewards and if you can't follow through you face punishments.

☠︎︎🅴🅻🅻🅸🆂 🆃🆆🅸🅻🅸🅶🅷🆃:

Service Dom. I repeat, SERVICE DOM.

But he's scary. He's the type of service Dom that does what he wants. He's selfish like that. He does it because he wants to make you happy. So he asks what would make you happy, if it's good enough he'll do it, or he'll think of something better and do that.

Definitely more into giving head. Doesn't really enjoy receiving cause taking that large of a cock in your mouth seems uncomfortable for you.

Favorite position is probably you sitting on his face.

☣︎🆁🅾🅶🅴🆁 🅱🅰🆁🅴🅻:

Your tears are his lubricant.

Pussy Slapper™

Favorite position is probably doggy style. But he pulls on your hair, supports himself on one arm, his chest to your back, places his head besides yours and licks your tears off your red cheeks as if it's ambrosia. Btw he slapped you, that's why your cheeks are red.

He's into patient x doctor roleplays.

He's into degrading you, spanking and spitting on you.

One thing he doesn't do unless necessary is probably tie you up. Holding you down just makes him realize how much stronger he is than you and he gets pretty drunk on that power trip.

He's all about receiving when it comes to oral. He face fucks you. Literally grabs onto your hair and shoves your head up and down his cock.

Maybe does romantic sex once in a while as an apology for treating you so roughly and finally gives you head.

◡̈🆅🅸🅲🆃🅾🆁:

Definitely has a daddy kink.

Also a breeding kink. Wants to make you a mommy and have lots of kids. A whole entire army in fact.

Mating press galore.

Probably sucks on your boobs. Hopes that one day you'll get pregnant and it'll leak milk.

Literally fantasizing about naming his kids as he's thrusting into you.

He's also a service Dom. But he's a tease and will only go as far as you tell him to.

Like literally if you say 'touch me! ' he'll just graze his finger against your inner thigh, a spot a hair's breath away from your core.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍.

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)

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natimiles · 1 month

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Your beloved Jude (Jude x reader)

Summary: He knows you don’t want to celebrate your birthday. So Jude gives you something no one else can: his time and his love.

Words: 479

Tags: taking a bath together, but still sfw; swearing; soft Jude.

Notes: @judejazza Happy Birthday, Mrs. Jazza! I hope you have a lovely day with Mr. Jazza! He might be a little OOC, but it’s your birthday and you deserve boyfriend!Jude as a gift 🤍

He knows you don’t want to celebrate your birthday. Jude didn’t start dating you last week; you guys have been together for almost a year, and he already knows you like the palm of his hand by now. So instead of a big party at Crown, a fancy birthday cake, or an expensive gift, Jude gives you something no one else can: his time and his love.

It was a shock when he told you that morning what he planned to do, and your cookie almost fell from your mouth. However, after a few curses from him, you realized it wasn’t a dream; it was really your boyfriend in front of you, proposing to pamper you the whole afternoon.

That’s how you end up in his bathtub, with Jude sitting behind you while he silently washes your hair.

His long fingers comb your strands in such a kind way, careful not to pull any knots and hurt you, that anyone would doubt this is The Jude Jazza. His pads gently massage your scalp, his nails sometimes scratch you, but not in a hurtful way — rather, in a relaxing one.

The love with which he touches you may seem weird to anyone outside your relationship. However, you know Jude very well, and you know he can be the best and most loving boyfriend when it’s just the two of you. Not romantic, no; you probably would never hear him professing his love at the top of his lungs or saying those corny things people say in books. But he’ll take care of you and make sure you’re good and satisfied — just as you do for him.

He twirls your hair and puts it in a bun atop your head, and his touch moves down to your shoulders. His warm hands squeeze and work on the knots there. His rough palms slide down your lower back, making you melt into his hands and almost become one with the water.

You close your eyes, and your head falls forward as he applies the perfect amount of pressure, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips.

“Oi, don’t fall asleep here, princess,” he speaks low and close to your ear, but in the silence, his voice resonates throughout the bathroom. It’d be intimidating if you didn’t know that’s not what he meant.

“I won’t,” you sigh again, lifting your head and looking at him over your shoulder. “But it’s really nice.”

“Of course it’s nice. Who do you think is giving you this fucking massage?”

You chuckle at his response, your body shaking lightly. “My beloved Jude.”

“Ha, that’s right.” He kisses your shoulder blades, and you can feel the smug smirk on his lips against your skin. “Happy birthday, princess,” he murmurs against you.

“Thank you,” you smile.

And he gives you a sweet kiss — the first of many more that come right after.

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princess-pray-a · 8 months

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Warnings : jealousy, breeding , creampie , standing sex , dirty talk established relation ,names like baby girl, dominant smut 18+

Characters:( choose your characterl) gojo , sakuna,toji,gilbert, chevalier, alter keith,silvio, vlad, faust, kanetsusgu, guy avari, jude ,roger barel, bakugo, jotaro,zoro

⚠️JEALOUS BOYFRIEND⚠️

IMAGINE YOUR CHOOSEN SUITOR AS YOUR JEALOUS BOYFRIEND It wasn't your fault men drolled at you but your boyfriend was posessive . How could any other man mastrubate at the public transport imagining you . Before he could kill that guy you dragged him to your appartment ! Did you enjoy the guy mastrubatinh to thought of you ! No then why the fuck you didn't let me teach him a lesson . Your boyfriend yelled. No it doesn't matter ,i am going to fill that pussy with so much cum and impregante it . He tears your clothes off and yanks your panties to the side , his cock already rock hard . It was a sight to behold the veiny thick cock that sprung out . Now deep burried into your tight pussy .. ahh dyamn Your pussy is soo tight fuckk baby girl sucks my cock so well. The hard sloppy thrusts from you boyfriends fat cock always makes you see stars of pure white bliss. Like a pussy drunk he rams his dick soo deep it kisses your womb with each thrust. His hands grop your perfectly shaped breasts just right for him as he bangs you from behind across the wall. Soon your pussy clenches on his throbbing cock that sends out ropes of his cum and seeds filling you up to the brim.. the excess mixed love juices drips coating his cock with it . Fuckk only you feel this good baby ahh shit His mouth comes to bite fiercely at your neck soo hard your cry tears of pain and pleasure . " no body can have you ! Not even in their fantasy as you belong to me baby girl ."...

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revasserium · 8 months

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congratulations 2K followers may I request Victor from ikevil?Theme 17.number the stars.Thank you,have a nice day💕

number the stars

victor; 1,347 words; fluff, mostly -- kinda weird but victor is also kinda weird so i hope you don't mind nonny -- and thanks so much for sending something in!!!

“count the stars with me,” he says one night, his hair dark as the shade of a broken promise, his smile just as sweet. you purse your lips, looking up from the typewriter at your desk.

“i’m… sorry?” you ask, quirking your head as you lean back in your chair, wondering if you’d heard correctly.

victor’s smile is moon-sliver and cyanide, and you find yourself drawn inexplicably to it, like a comet towards the sun.

“come,” he says, offering you a hand, standing by your door, looking for all the world as if he were inviting you for tea. but you know better than that now — don’t you? you wonder.

you get up anyway, telling yourself that you’d been wanting to stretch your legs anyways and the gardens should be beautiful at this hour.

“it’s — it’s a full moon tonight,” you say, tilting your head back to admire the scattered light of the milky way, streaked across the sky. beside you, victor hums in agreement. you feel his eyes on you before you see him, the dull simmer and heat of his gaze as it grazes over your skin, soft as fingertips, strong as sin.

“how many do you think there are?” he asks, casually, turning when you catch him staring, unabashed even as your own cheeks flush with heat.

“what, the stars?” you ask, casting your eyes back up.

“yes.”

you purse your lips, unable to keep your curiosity from bubbling over.

“why?”

victor’s body shakes with his blue-bell laughter, “why not wonder such things?”

you resist the urge to roll your eyes. but of course — has victor ever really needed a reason? or a rhyme, for that matter?

“i don’t know… billions… more than billions, probably,” you say, thinking back to the various headlines you’d seen splashed across the front pages of the papers — scientific discovery this, neighboring galaxies that. you let out a soft sigh as victor turns his head back towards you.

“mm… strange, isn’t it? that we’re all so terribly insignificant and yet… here we are… struggling against our own insignificance every hour of every day…” he flicks a silken strand of hair from his shoulders, leading you towards the tiny pagoda where you’d all shared afternoon tea.

“strange? i… i don’t think so,” you sit down next to him, pressing your palms to the cool of the bench beneath you, “i mean… all the stars up there…” you wave your hand at the vast expanse of night sky, “they’re all just… burning themselves up, aren’t they? isn’t that… a struggle against insignificance too? isn’t that… it’s own kind of curse?”

victor opens his mouth, and then he blinks, pauses. no sound comes from him for a solid ten seconds before his entire body spills into a fit of near-silent laughter. you watch him, caught between confusion and bewilderment, wondering if you’d said something truly strange before he shakes his head and presses a large, warm palm to the top of your head.

“yes — yes that they are… just burning themselves up… all for us to call them beautiful — terrible, isn’t it? i can’t think of anything worse in the world than being a star…” he’s still chuckling when he finishes, pulling his hand away from your head to smile at you, a darkness twinkling behind his eyes that you’ve never quite had the courage to question.

“you’re making fun of me,” you say, narrowing your eyes and making to pull away, but victor shakes his head and pulls you back, humming happily as you topple easily into his chest.

“not in the slightest! i just… i just love the way you think, that’s all.”

you can’t help the shiver that chases its way down your spine at the softness of his words, at the closeness of his voice, brushing by your ear like a summer breeze. you swallow hard as his arm comes almost naturally to rest around your waist, and when you look up, it’s once again to find him watching you. you press your lips into a line and try not to stare at the beauty mark on his bottom lip but —

“ah… if you keep looking at me like that…” victor grins as he leans down, a finger tipping your chin up towards him, his voice thick with honey, warm as poison, “i can’t promise… i’ll be able to keep being such a gentleman…”

you lick your lips, watch as his eyes flicker down to track the movement. your breath flutters in your chest, hummingbird quick.

“i — i thought you asked me out here to c-count the stars…”

victor grins, “certainly i did… and i am… see? they’re right here…” he leans in, so close you’re almost nose to nose, so close you almost go cross-eyed to keep him in focus.

“right here… i think i can see the entire sky in your eyes…”

a tiny whine works it’s way out of your throat and victor tuts, shaking his head.

“i’ve been waiting to use that line for quite some time but…” he makes to pull away, only for you to pull him back with your fingers fisting in the thick silk and velvet of his clothes.

your throat feels dry, but you swallow passed the desert blooming at the base of your tongue as your search his face for a sign — any sign —

“h-how many are there?” you ask, your voice softer than you remember.

victor’s eyebrows twitch, “how many… what?” but the curve of his lips tells you another story.

“how many stars did you count?”

fire licks its way up your stomach into your chest as you feel his fingers tighten around your waist.

“i… i’ll admit that i’ve lost count — i’ve been distracted, you see —” victor’s grin tilts like a planet on it’s axis, and you feel your world shift along with it, degree by degree. like this, you can almost taste the weight of his words, the sound of his breathing, the liquid of his smile — like this, you want to sink your fingers into the fine gossamer of his hair and tug —

he is kissing you before you realize, severing your thoughts with the silver scissor precision of his mouth and you’re left untethered, clutching at him with the tips of your fingers, feeling him pulling you close, close, closer — a thick moan winds its way from his throat and you lean in further, push your mouth to his to take it in, to take it all in —

“please…”

his voice is shaking when he pulls away, his lips the perfect shade of treason.

you don’t feel your own trembling until he pulls you closer, buries his face in the crook of your neck and breathes.

“gods…” he says, wrapping both arms around you, his voice a wreck of barely contained emotions, of barely restrained desires, “by all the stars…”

you find yourself smiling as you let yourself be held, let yourself sink into the tremor and shake of this thing — held between the negative space of your bodies — whatever it is, at least you know it’s precious. at least you know it’s the most sacred kind of burning.

“all of them?” you ask, in what you hope is a light, playful kind of voice, even as victor lets you pull away, to reach up to brush a few fallen strands of hair from his face with your fingers, “we don’t even know how many there are.”

victor’s smile is indulgent and full of surrender.

“no… we don’t,” he reaches up to trail his fingers through your hair, thumbing at the ends as he shakes his head, “but… i think with you… i’d like to try.”

“try… what?”

“why… counting all the stars of the sky, of course.”

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omkookie · 5 months

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"I don't think we'll ever be done with you."

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, NONCON, gang rape, Oral, blowjobs, unprotected sex, cream pies, degradation, slapping, hand jobs, reader gets used as a fucktoy. NOT PROOFREAD

Your face hurts.

Your cheek stings because of how many slaps you've received tonight. You're not exactly sure who it is that's pounding you into the couch, but you might as well take a guess and say it's Jude because of how he was harshly tugging on your hair.

His thrusts are ruthless, his hips slamming into you from behind and making your ass jiggle as he fucks his dick into your poor and abused pussy that's dripping with cum and your juices. You've orgasmed so many times tonight, your clit actually feels like it hurts because of how overstimulated it is. Jude's fingers haven't been slacking one bit, and he was rubbing your clit with such determination, you were starting to wonder if he ever planned on stopping. “Juuude…” You whine his name, feeling tears sting at your eyes because of the continuous overstimulation. “Tsk.. what?” He rasps out behind you.

“I can't take any more….”

"You're a slut so you can." He states simply as he gives your ass a harsh smack that makes you wince in pain.

Ellis opens your mouth to shove his fat cock in, meanwhile you lie down on the edge of the couch, your head feeling all light and fuzzy while your body is left feeling limp. You can’t do anything but focus on breathing while his cock slides into and out of your mouth.

After a few more thrusts into your pussy, you feel Jude slow down and then finally pull out, his cock once again spilling his cum inside of you.

Jude and Roger have completely destroyed your pussy at this point. They've turned you into a cum dumpster after relentlessly pounding into you. Who knows how many times the two of them have filled you with cum tonight? You’ve lost count. You can just feel the stickiness left between your legs now, along with your gaping pussy that still feels stuffed even though Jude pulled out.

“That’s quite the look” You vaguely hear Roger's voice remark, and then you feel someone cupping your breasts. “Isn’t she so pretty?” Ellis sighs in bliss from above you, as his fingers tangle into your hair, slowly pulling your head forward, so he pushes his cock down your throat. "Sweet...take it good girl, you know you can."

He coos at you as he hears you gag, letting out a low groan as he tells you how good you’re making him feel. Tears slowly spill out of your eyes again, and you try not to choke around his cock but the uncomfortable feeling of it hitting the back of your throat has you nearly throwing up.

Eventually, he pulls his cock out of your mouth so that Roger can pull you back up. "There, there. You might feel a bit sore tomorrow, but you're feeling really good right now. Isn't that right?"

You hiccup, feeling Roger's wet tongue lick at the tears on your cheek. He was the second person to try and give you false sense of comfort. If it weren't for him pressing your hand against the bulge in his pants right now, then you might have even thought that this was something you wanted, and not something that was forced on you.

"You poor slut" Jude degrades you as he chuckles at your pathetic state.

"You look so hot like this... Hey, give me your hand to finish me off... I wanna cum." Ellis mumbles, his large hand taking your smaller one and guiding it to his cock. Your hand wraps around his cock, and your other hand momentarily stops stroking Roger. You fist Ellis' cock as best as you can, and your hand job is sloppy at best. You're just too tired to even move your hand so that you can jerk him.

A harsh slap hits your cheek, and you blankly stare at Ellis as you blink for a moment, your brain trying to process that Roger just slapped you. He slaps you again, and this time you let out a little cry as your hand wraps around his dick. You try your best to jerk both him and Ellis off at the same time, but your face is still met with harsh slaps from the two whenever you don't manage to keep up with the pace that they want.

You start crying again. both of your cheeks hurt because of they continued hitting you, and Roger shoves his thick fingers in your mouth, ordering you to suck them. He shoves his fingers to the back of your throat, and you gag around them, spit running down the corners of your mouth because of him.

You wonder when this will be over....

"I don't think we'll ever be done with you." Ellis whispers, affectionately kissing your cheek before whispering your name in a breathy moan as he cums on your fingers.

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𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

This is a story written for @olivermorningstar from the Secret Santa Event hosted by @lemeowade !!

Warnings: reader being referred to ‘he’, Christmas themed, fantasy AU in Theo’s part, Arranged marriage for Jude, and fake dating for Sariel, also he/him pronounces for the reader!

A/n: hello I hope you like this! ><

𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑵𝒐𝒊𝒓 — 𝑭𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

“To avoid letting any nobles or princes from the other countries knowing that you’re Belle, we will start dating.”

“W-wait.. what?” He was shocked, didn’t expected that sentence and the devilish smirk.

“Fake, fake dating.” Sariel said it out loud as if it was the most normal thing in the world, “to avoid people spreading rumours and stuff, we will be fake dating, is that all right for you, Belle?”

Oh, anyone would know that they couldn’t say no to that devilish smirk as if Satan himself came waving at you.

So, he said yes.

Sariel is now sorting out documents for Chevalier’s faction, also asking servants to search for Luke for his absence for the whole morning.

“Sariel?”

There he is, no, not Luke, but the “fake partner”. Sariel saw something in his hand, what could that be?

He held out a small present box, the colour is the same s Sariel’s eye colour, a beautiful amethyst-coloured ribbon on top.

He smiled and handed the present to Sariel, and Sariel took it with both his hands,

“What is this?” Sariel asked, his voice filled with gentleness and tenderness as he spoke, no one except Belle himself has ever heard the ‘devil’ spoke so gently.

Inside the box was a snake-shaped pin, and a Rhodolite stone in the middle as decoration.

Belle shrugged as he began, “I don’t know what to give you for Christmas, I know you don’t like sweets that much, and you definitely wouldn’t like roses.”

Sariel chuckled, he was so sweet for thinking and giving him a gift for Christmas.

“So I chose a pin, and it even had a Rhodolite stone!” His voice was filled with excitement as his face lit up with joy.

Sariel’s lips were curved into a delicate smile, he took out a hairpin from his drawer, one that was given to him from the previous king, saying that he may need it for someday, sure, today’s the day.

The hairpin was rose-shaped, also with a Rhodolite stone.

Sariel leaned closer, as he whispered in Belle’s ear like a snake whispering sweet nonsense to its pry.

Sariel began with a soft, but also seducing voice as he began, “this Christmas, and for every Christmas from now on, I’ll give you the devil’s eternal love.”

As he spoke, the church bells rung, signalling it’s another Christmas in Rhodolite but also their first Christmas spent together.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝑽𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒈𝒉 — 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝑨𝑼

Theo is kinda like a werewolf vampire in this au ><

“Hondje, come here” Theo sat with his legs open as he patted his muscular thighs signalling you to sit on them.

He sat on Theo’s lap, shifting as he found a more comfortable posture.

“You want something?” He laid his chin on Theo’s shoulder, speaking softly while stroking his lover’s ears.

“Food.” Theo chuckled as his lover pouted, clearly not satisfied with that answer.

“Alright…” Theo placed his hand on his lover’s waist, the other one unbuttoning his shirt, “I feel like I’m craving for your blood.”

His lover blushed, but didn’t stop him from continuing as Theo shed off his shirt, revealing his lover’s bare shoulder to him.

“May I..?” Theo’s fingers were tracing the outline of his lover’s bare shoulder, his lover nodded, giving him the permission.

Theo bit into his shoulder, as his lover softly let out a whimper, no matter how many times they’ve done this, it always feel so good in many ways.

Theo licked the blood away, showing his fangs to him.

“Merry Christmas..” Theo took his lover’s hand in his, softly kissing the back of it.

𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝑱𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒂 — 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆

Jude was never a gentle person.

“Hey Jude-“ Victor began

“Shut the hell up dumbass”

“Mean as always I see~” although being called a dumbass, Victor still had a charming smirk on his face, his lips curled into an elegant smile.

“I want you two to get married.”

Jude’s eyes widened, the cigarette between his lips fell off.

“What the f-“

That’s how you two got together, but Jude never saw you as a real partner, even after the wedding.

During the wedding night~

Jude’s back was facing you, his chest rose and fell as he slept.

You were still recovering from his previous rough and merciless actions, why did you agree to this marriage?

You saw Jude hanging out with other women, although he claimed it’s for work, you still didn’t believe him.

Why? You’ve tried hard to be a good fiancée, you did whatever what he wanted. And now you’re his partner for the rest of your lives. You’re not even sure will he love you someday.

You started thinking about the previous memories with him:

One time when you tried talking with him,

“Don’t annoy me, I’m working.” He blew the smoke out, and shooed you away yet again.

How many times already? You can’t remember anymore, you’re too tired of being pushed away, so you just tried to ignore this feeling that keeps stinging your heart every time.

“What now?” Jude’s handsome face was in front of you, his calloused fingertips caressing your tear-stained cheeks.

Wait.. when did I start crying? You thought to yourself.

“Thinking about stupid stuff again?” Jude’s voice was nothing gentle, or kind. Like how it always is.

“No I’m not.” You tried arguing, but can’t help to feel sad, why can’t he be gentle?

You began talking about all your unhappiness with him, “I don’t like this, I don’t like it when you’re treating me like a toy-“

“Who said your a toy?” His voice was sharp, but you can see that his eyes were carrying a tiny bit of gentleness, something that you’ve always wanted.

“..but you treated me like one.” You still don’t want to face him, so you looked away, not letting him see your tears-filled eyes.

“Look at me.” He turned your face to look at him directly.

“You’re never a toy,” he said.

You felt him leaning closer, his eyes are now looking at you lovingly, could it be he love you? Wait.. but it’s impossible..?

“You’re my partner.” He continued.

His lips are touching yours, kissing you oh-so-gently, nothing like how rough he was like two hours ago.

He pulled away after a while, leaving you panting heavily.

“I love you.”

His voice has never sound so sincere, he took your hand in his, as he kissed each of your fingertips.

“I, Jude Jazza, promise to love you..” he kissed your thumb.

“And take you as my partner..” he kissed your index finger.

“To have and hold from this day onwards,” a gentle kiss landed on your middle finger.

“For best, for worst, for rich or poor,” now your ring finger..

“In sickness and in health, to love and cherish,” he lips touched your pinky.

Now, he looked at you as if you’re his everything, you know, he never break his promises.

“Until death do us apart.” He kissed the your wedding ring.

He never break his promises, he’s for real.

He’ll never stop loving you, until death do you two apart.

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