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“That was the first time I ever wanted to never stop hearing my name…

Thanks.”

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Trick or treat! Ieyasu (-oOoOo *ghost hands*) please. 💛

It’s the way she says it that does him in. A few simple syllables, but when she hiccups them (like she always does, that tiny hitching breath that storms if he curls his finger just right) he feels it beneath his ribcage. A snarl below his sternum, a skein that tightens oh… So painfully. Until for a moment he can scarcely breath around the tangle of it.

Ieyasu. Ieyasu. Like poison dripping into his ears.

Ie

ya

su.

But when she writhes she makes of it the sweetest sort of ichor. Writes the shape of it on his back with her tiny little claws, one syllable for each pulse of her body around him, and it becomes the most honeyed of stings. For the first time in his life it becomes a badge of honor, and he wants to scream it to the heavens. Wear it with pride.

Ieyasu was here. Ieyasu did this.

Not a title, not a war, not a figure, not a pawn…

Ieyasu made her, the only person that matters, happy.

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Your Villain to the Rescue 🪽

18+ | Suggestive Content | EN-released Villains only

Scenario: You collapse from exhaustion! How does your villain react?

CW: fainting/medical emergency

A/N: The Crown boys are all very capable in emergency situations, but what if the person in the emergency was their beloved robin? (Pretty sure some version of this scenario happens in every villain's route lol but I love when a heart of stone gets mushy and protective so here we are.)

William Rex

You're on your way back from a mission when Will notices you swaying a bit. You're barely tilted forward mid-faint when he catches you. His reaction is so immediate and effortless, the other Crown members on the mission hardly notice that something is wrong. He alerts them softly, his face indecipherable, and tells them that he's going to carry you ahead to Roger right away. He doesn’t look panicked on the outside, but inside he is kind of worried. What concerns him the most is that you'd seemed fine on the mission, so he's wondering if you were drugged with something and feeling angry at himself for not catching it. When you come to in Roger's lab, he’s waiting by your bedside smiling, ready to lightly scold you for overdoing it. He'll also help you out with small daily tasks without even being asked until you recover.

Harrison Gray

Harry is so worried after you collapsed on the way back from what he thought had been a pretty low-stakes mission. Just a routine check into what the Queen suspected was a money-laundering operation at a store with strange hours—you were just doing reconnaissance, so the two of you hadn't even needed to draw your weapons. So hearing the thud of your body on the ground mid-sentence really shook him. He takes you into his arms and hurries you to Roger right away. Turns out you were just anemic. Harry would be sweet when you came to, trying to lighten the mood by telling you that you landed in an embarrassing position or something and then admitting that he was lying. He wouldn't necessarily scold you or communicate just how worried he was, but just know his heart stopped for a fraction of a second when he saw you fall!

Liam Evans

Drama king! Haha. Oh sweet, sweet Liam. He would get so scared if you collapsed. He'd immediately think that you were dying and he'd never see you again. Poor trauma baby. Once you came to and he understood that it was just due to dehydration, he’d be extra clingy and so attentive to your needs that you would have a glass of water in you hand before the thought of being thirsty even entered your peripheral awareness. Our kitty cat might go a little overboard with the attentiveness, but you know it’s because he was scared shitless and doesn’t want anything to happen to you like literally ever again!

Elbert Greetia

Though not as outwardly expressive as Liam, Elbert would also get hella triggered by you passing out. He’d be so worried and scared. His eyes would say it all. He wouldn’t leave your side for a second, even while Roger treated you/assessed what was wrong. he’d also cling to you for days, hardly ever letting you out of his sight and insisting that you eat, drink, and sleep more. You would have to talk through his trauma-response with him and give him some extra love to let him know that you're not going to leave him and that you'll be extra careful from now on.

Alfons Sylvatica

Alfons sees you sway from across the room, surprised that you're up at this hour. He's been out with his ~friends~ for most of the evening, and decided to have a stiff drink in the parlor before calling it a night. He sees you crumple to the ground in front of the window, and surprises even himself by running toward you immediately. To anyone watching, they'd be surprised at how much his facial expression changes—it's rare to see him lose his cool. He checks your pulse and breathing, then carries you gently over to a couch and lies you down. He knows exhaustion and malnutrition when he sees it, and he'd rather stay with you himself than wake up that lame ass doctor. When you wake up, he passes the whole thing off as a joke and pretends to be annoyed at you inconveniently keeping him up even later than usual. He might even ask for ‘compensation’ for watching over you, if only to mask just how terrified he was to see you like that.

Roger Barel

Roger is of course concerned when he notices you drop out of the corner of his eye, but he can't help but immediately go into doctor mode. He positions you comfortably and checks your vitals, coming to the conclusion that you passed out from dehydration/exhaustion. He carries you back to the castle and sets you up in his lab, hooking up an IV to rehydrate you quickly and get some nutrients flowing into your blood. Once you wake up in a daze, he’d smile calmly at you and tell you to take it easy (“doctor’s orders”). He'd pretend to be nonchalant/clinical about the whole thing, but you better believe he's going to keep a closer eye/ear on you from now on.

Victor

Victor handles this so smoothly and effortlessly, you would think he has psychic abilities and could see this coming. And, honestly, he’s seen so many people pass out for various reasons over the years that he’s not too worried about what will happen to you. He’s more worried that it got to this point in the first place. He would blame himself for not noticing sooner that you were overworking yourself and neglecting to drink enough water or eat enough. He’ll be more mindful of it from now on. He would be so sweet, gently brushing your hair out of your face as he gingerly lifts you into his arms and takes you to the castle infirmary, fussing over you like a mother hen once you wake up to normalize the whole thing for you and mask his shame at his own oversight.

Jude Jazza

Jude sees you collapse near where he's stowing the drug that you were on a mission to confiscate, and the first thought that would cross his mind would be ‘Wait a second, I didn’t use my powers on her...’ But once he realizes that you actually need medical attention, he looks down at you, his hair obscuring the pained expression in his eyes, and he mutters to himself, “What kind of idiot faints in broad daylight...” He’d pretend to be pissed about having to carry you back to Crown Castle but deep down he’d be very worried. His scowling face as he leans against the opposite wall would be the first thing you see when you wake up, and your heart would drop. “Fer someone who ain't been eating enough ya sure are heavy." He'd taunt, "Almost had a hernia carryin’ ya all the way back here.” He’d sneer at you and call you stupid for letting yourself get so bent out of shape. Then he’d smirk and say, “How’s the little birdie gonna repay me?”

Ellis Twilight

Ellis is so worried about you! He handled the situation as quickly as possible, too. He lifted you and sprinted toward Crown Castle like he'd done so a thousand times. To him, you weigh next to nothing. He sits quietly by your bed until you wake up, ready with fresh fruit and orange juice. He’d smile at you sweetly, and tell you how worried he was when he saw you collapse. He’d make sure that you were getting adequate food, water, and rest from there on out, gently reminding you to go to bed or to drink some water. He’d keep a very keen eye on you, noticing and trying to guess your exact happiness level, yes, but also to make sure that you were feeling alright.

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From The Fairytale Keeper's Final Assessment. (*´ω｀*)

When MC already became us Jude girlies

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Drawing Jude's expression is kind of hard for me sometimes. And everytime I draw Jude, everything turned purple lol.

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!!!!!!! HELL YEAH

Ikemen Vampire Polyamory Fics Masterlist

General Masterlist / Main Ikevamp Masterlist

Triads

Arthur/Vincent

The case of the Fox - Arthur x Vincent x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Isaac/Arthur

Surprise Valentines' - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Flowers for You - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

First Celebration Plans - Arthur x Isaac x OC (Reina) - Fluff

Revelations - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Written with Love - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Connected Stars - Arthur x Isaac x Reader, Family Fic, Triadverse AU - Fluff

Celebrate Love Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Love Restrains - Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Smut

Taking Initiative - Arthur x Isaac Centric, background Arthur x Isaac x Reader - Fluff

Jean/Mozart

Changing Hearts - Jean x Mozart x OC (Amy), Polyamorous World AU - Fluff - Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (2/2)

Jean/Vincent

The Call of Light - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Angst and Fluff

True Happiness - Jean x Vincent x Reader

Eternally Yours - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Dream Come True - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Bringing in New Life - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Bridging Family - Jean x Vincent x Reader - Fluff

Leonardo/Comte

Dual Temptation - Comte x Reader x Leonardo - Smut

Napoleon/Jean

Joy - Jean x Napoleon x MC, Family fic - Fluff

Exploring new Desires - Jean x Napoleon x Reader - Smut

Napoleon/Sebastian

Celebrity Boyfriend - Napoleon x Sebastian x MC - Fluff

Break Day - Napoleon x Sebastian x OC (Amy) - Fluff

Shakespeare/Vincent

Love Returned - Shakespeare x Vincent x Reader, Magic AU - Fluff - Chapter 1 (1/?)

Theo/Arthur

Finding my Way with You - Theo x Fem! Arthur x OC (Amy) - Chapter 1 - Comfort (1/?)

Complex Polycules

Napoleon/Jean/Sebastian/Arthur

Chaotic Family Celebration Mini Series - Four Mornings, Captured Bully, Chaotic Family Celebration - Napoleon x Jean x Sebastian x Reader - Fluff

Other

Isaac-Arthur

Room for one More - Isaac x Reader x Arthur, V Relationship, Pre-Triad - Fluff

Jean-Isaac

Shared Fates Series - Jean x OC (Amy) x Isaac, Soulmates AU, V Relationship - Chapter 1 (1/?)

Leonardo-Theo

Inspiration - Leonardo x MC x Theo - Fluff

Arthur

Cultural Differences - Arthur x Female OC (Gale), more ships to be added - Polyamorous World AU - Fluff - Chapter 1 (1/?)

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ʚ・ AFTERNOON NAP ⟢ JUDE JAZZA

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repost of a fic off my old account

Jude knows well you’re not the type to take a break.

Especially when other people are working.

He knows, too, that you’re not the type to complain about how tired you are. Even now, as you stifle a yawn, the dark circles under your eyes mirroring the ones ever permanent on his face, you simply lower your hand and smile at him. Instead of returning your affection, Jude’s lips draw a firm line.

Is he not looking after you enough? Is he, perhaps, not cut out to be your… boyfriend?

The word is foreign on his tongue, said a thousand times and it still tastes strange in his mouth. Strange, and yet not unpleasant. A warmth in his chest even the finest of whiskeys cannot reproduce always accompanies the word, as well as the gentle upcurve of his lips that he only ever lets show when he’s alone with you.

“We’re takin’ a break,” he announces simply as he stands up. Jude stretches languidly; his body aches from having been sat in the same position for hours singing endless amounts of documents.

You watch him as he crosses the few steps to the couch he has in his office. You’ve never seen him use it for naps, currently it’s home to a pile of books that he simply knocks off; but there’s a blanket draped over the back, and as he rearranges the cushions simply, you can tell this is something he’s done a lot.

“I, will… leave you,” you murmur out.

“Eh?” Jude grumbles, letting himself flop down onto the couch. “I said we’re takin’ a break, princess, that’s plural. Me and you.”

“But there’s no space.”

He simply grunts and reaches over to grab your wrist, with a gentle tug, he pulls you down on top of him. It’s all calculated, the way his arms envelope you as you fall against his chest, how he manages to pull the blanket over you both in the same move. His body is warm in a way you’ve missed recently.

“Heh, finally learned not to fight me?”

“I’m too comfy to argue about this,” you respond simply, letting yourself relax against him. “How long will we rest?”

“Until I’ve decided ya rested enough, princess.”

One of Jude’s hands simply sits on your waist, the other carding through your hair way too softly for him to even be aware he’s doing it. Jude is aware his kindness is clumsy, that he’s out of practice; that, to him, weakness and vulnerability is not something he can afford to show — not when it’ll get you hurt, not when it could take you from him. He swallows the idea like a poison, gulping it down until it sits uncomfortably in his stomach and he allows himself to pull you tighter against him.

He thinks he could get used to this.

Your warmth, your weight atop him like this.

Like the word boyfriend it’s strange: and yet not unpleasant. It’s comforting, almost. Calming. Peaceful. As if, just for a moment, he’s an ordinary guy and beyond the walls there is not a world of people wishing him dead in so many ways that-

He swallows thickly.

They could do anything to him and he’d get back up. Shoot him, stab him, poison him — anything, he’d never let them kill him. But you? If they hurt you — touched a single hair atop your head that he cherishes so, so damn much — well, he’s not sure he can handle it. The very thought sends air from his lungs; a monster’s hands gripping at his throat to remind him of the threat, that even this moment is dangerous for you. That he should be pushing you away. That’s the only way to keep you safe.

Yet he’s found himself selfish and greedy since meeting you. He won’t let you go, he refuses to let you go to some other man — not knowing whether he’s making you happy of treating you right… heh, he supposes no other man knows you quite as well as he does — there’s no way they could ever make you frown the way he does. Make you smile the way he does… without ever doing anything. It’s illogical to him how your face lights up when you see him, how your feet always carry you to his side as if it’s been your spot all along.

Illogical and yet it means the world to him.

He could put you to sleep so easily, you know this, and yet you don’t suppose he needs to. The rhythmic beating of his heart overlaps the ticking of his pocket watch, the simple sounds the only signs of life and time passing and it’s enough to cause your eyes to slowly close. You feel his lips on your forehead, swear you hear whispered words that sounds suspiciously like ‘I love you’, and then his arms hold you tighter. Jude’s lips turn up into a small smile as he watches you slowly fall asleep — there was a time he’d tease you about being so vulnerable about him, and part of him still wants to do so, yet right now the idea of disturbing this peace — this moment of bliss that seldom seeks you both — is so loathsome to him that he drops the idea the moment it forms.

Jude is happy right now.

You’re warm and safe with him, and that’s all he wants anymore.

All he needs: right here in his arms.

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Between Two Villains

Day 26 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Villains | Ellis Twilight x Jude Jazza x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, threesome - f/m/m, oral sex, spitroasting, cum swallowing, p in v sex Prompts: Spitroasting | “Oh, you'll regret letting me know that you like this.” A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this ever since the Between Two Villains event. While I don’t think Jude would be willing to ever have a threesome, especially with Ellis, it doesn’t hurt to dream about being sandwiched between your two villain faves, right? 🙃 ao3 link here.

They’re so close… You can feel the sweltering heat of their bodies smothering you like the stifling humidity of a hot, muggy summer day.

The bed’s wide enough to fit three adult bodies comfortably, but Jude insists on sleeping in the center of the King size bed, there’s no way he’ll scoot over to give you more space, and Ellis is acting like your bodies are glued together.

You groan, feeling your body temperature rise from the heavy comforter and the two men pressing into your sides. While the mission has been completed successfully, the assassination on the Queen’s life thwarted and those involved taken into custody, it’s the middle of the night. All that’s left to do is sleep, but…

Do they have to insist on sleeping in your – the Queen’s – bed?!

The heat is suffocating, though some of it may be due to the proximity of the two men sharing your bed.

“So damn warm… Feels like you’re burnin’ up with a fever,” Jude grumbles from next to you.

You want to scream then move, but you refrain because knowing Jude, he’ll just shove you further into Ellis – who’s curled around you like a clingy cat nuzzling his sweet, innocent face into your shoulder – and take up more space like the twisted villain he is.

“She’s warm, and she feels good… Hey, why won’t you hug me back?” Ellis asks.

Even if you want to, you can’t move, sandwiched so tightly between the two of them you can’t even properly breathe. You keep your eyes trained on the ceiling because if you turn either way, you’ll be embarrassingly nose-to-nose with one of the two members of Crown.

Your cheeks flush from the relentless heat and the absolute ridiculousness of your current predicament.

“Heh… What’s with the red cheeks? What kinda indecent thoughts are ya thinkin’?” Jude jabs you with his elbow, and though you can’t see him, you just know he’s smirking that sadistic little smirk of his.

Trust Jude to find a way to make this even more awkward.

“Aren’t you the indecent one, climbing in someone else’s bed?” you shoot back.

“Not me. What kinda villain’d do such a thing, huh?”

Ugh.

“Oh, do you want to do something indecent? Sure, what would you like?” Ellis eagerly jumps into the conversation having completely missed Jude’s sarcasm.

“What?!” Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. Out of all the Crown members who are likely to even make such a lewd suggestion – aka almost all of them – you never expect Ellis of all people to make it.

Ellis looks at you earnestly as he asks that outrageous question, but your look of disbelief and bewilderment is lost on him as he continues.

“Maybe you’d prefer doing it just with Jude? Or with both of us?”

You can hardly believe what you’re hearing, what he’s suggesting. It’s the first time you’re hearing him suggest something so immoral, other than insinuating he’ll kill you when you’re at your happiest, which honestly just seems like a side effect of his Curse.

“Oi, quit draggin’ me into this mess,” Jude says. “If ya wanna do it, go ahead. I’ll just watch. That’s what you’re into anyway, ain’t it?”

“Really? Hm, if you insist,” Ellis hums.

Your face is growing hotter and hotter as the conversation progresses. Not only do they barge into your bed after catching the assassin, now they’re talking about such illicit things like you’re not even present!

“Would you please get out of my bed and sleep in your own rooms?!” You want to hide under the covers from the awkward humiliation, but also to conceal the strange flutter of excitement stirring within you, especially from Jude.

“But I’m too worried to leave you alone,” Ellis sweetly protests, as Jude quips, “Bed here’s comfy so I’ll pass.”

Technically, Jude is right. The Queen’s bed is the most comfortable bed you’ve ever slept in. The mattress is plush, stuffed with the highest quality down, and the blankets are soft, made of the highest quality fabric, but…

“Ugh, honestly!”  You’re too tired to deal with this… blissful indecency and arrogant selfishness, and you decide to give up on trying to get them to return to their rooms. “Fine, just stay here then. Good night!”

You pull the covers up all the way over your head blocking them from view. It’s clear they won’t leave, and you have no choice, but to try and get some sleep – if you can get any sleep, the tingling sensation taking residence in between your thighs likely to keep you up for some time.

“Oi, why’re ya tryin’ to sleep like a damned corpse?” 

“She’s hiding, now I’m sad…”

Jude scathingly grumbles, and Ellis whines. Ellis shifts away, finally giving you some space, and you sigh in relief, but your relief is short-lived when Ellis joins you under the covers.

“Hey, this mission was hard for you, right? I can make you feel good, if that’ll make you happy.”

Ellis’s suggestion is tempting. So very tempting. Your thighs rub together unintentionally, trying to relieve the tension that’s building from what his soft, melodic voice is whispering in your ear.

You realize the movement isn’t lost on Jude when he clicks his tongue and mutters, “Knew it. Nasty woman,” under his breath with a hint of what sounds like amusement.

Great, just… great.

It’s so dark under the covers, you can’t see Ellis, but you feel his large hand slip under the Queen’s silk nightgown you’re wearing, reaching until he’s cradling your bare breast in his palm.

“You’re so soft,” he whispers.

He kneads the soft tissue, brushing his thumb against your firm nipple. His other hand comes behind your head, guiding you to him, and he gently captures your lips in a series of feathery kisses.

Your head protests at how inappropriate this is… You’re in the Queen’s bed wearing the Queen’s nightgown, but Ellis’s kisses are so sweet and so tender your body’s betraying you, and you’re melting into his tall frame.

“The covers are too heavy, aren’t they? I’ll remove them for you.”

Your eyes snap wide open. Pushing the covers back will mean Jude can see what Ellis is doing, what you’re doing, how exposed you are with the nightgown bunched around your chest. Before you can even speak, Ellis is already lifting the covers, and you can feel Jude’s piercing amethyst eyes boring into the back of your head, judging the living fuck out of you, but your mind goes blank when Ellis recaptures your lips with his. His fingers are doing things to your breasts that make you shiver and moan and want more, more of his honeyed touch.

Jude shifts from behind you, and you realize with a start he’s groaning – groans you assumed were coming from Ellis – and… Was he stroking himself?! 

The idea of Jude getting off on watching you and Ellis is thrilling. You throb at the thought, thighs clamping tightly together, rousing tremors vibrating throughout your hot, bothered body.

A cold hand – which can only be Jude’s as Ellis’s burn – slithers up your quivering thigh. His hand is like ice on your flaming skin, a welcome respite from the inferno you’ve turned into. His finger hooks into your underwear and pulls it down in one swift movement before probing your slick crease and circling your aching clit.

Your hips violently jerk when he slips two fingers in.

“Naughty princess,” Jude snickers. 

Your cheeks burn, but Jude curls his fingers, and the moment he does you’re moaning. His fingertips caressing that heavenly spot has you arching your back and curling your toes, and you’re writhing from the hot and cold hands exploring your wretched body. You reflexively push your hips back against Jude, silently begging for him to go faster… deeper… Between Ellis and Jude, you’re losing control, caught in an overwhelming whirlwind of lips and digits and limbs. 

Ellis notices Jude’s entrance and pulls away from his quest to conquer your lips. “Oh, Jude. Do you want to go first or should I?”

“Tch… I’m already down here, ain’t I?”

Jude snakes his arm around your waist and fluidly pulls the two of you up until you’re bracing yourself on all fours. Ellis warmly smiles, slipping out of his clothes and re-positioning himself by your head.

His erection stares at you imploringly.

And what a pretty erection it is… His cock looks just like him. Tall, slender, pleasantly safe yet enticingly manly. 

“I want to feel you. Can I feel you?” Ellis innocently asks, and you’re so mesmerized by how alluring he looks, you lick your lips and part your mouth, curious as to how he’ll taste. Ellis takes that as an invitation and pops his twitching member into your waiting mouth.

He tastes salty. Pleasant. His fragrant musk overtakes your senses, and you swirl your tongue around his smooth tip, eagerly bobbing lower and lower down his shaft until he’s tickling the back of your throat, and Ellis is closing his eyes with a blissful, dreamy sigh.

You hear rustling from behind you – Jude removing his clothes. Something long and firm slides through your folds, probing your inner lips and coating itself in your syrupy arousal. He sinks in without warning – not that you expect anything less from him – and you lustfully whimper as Jude buries himself to the hilt. 

“Foolish lil bird…”

He’s stretching you deliciously open, the friction of his cock in you electric. While Ellis is allowing you to take the lead, Jude is bullying your dripping cunt, grasping the sides of your hips in a bruising, vice-like grip. He callously pounds into you like a madman, almost as if he’s punishing you for your depravity, and the dichotomy of their demeanors muddles your hazy mind into a torrential, dizzying spin. 

“Ngh… you feel so… so nice…” Ellis breathlessly rasps. His fingers tangle themselves in your hair, jerking uncontrollably as your mouth works its sinful magic sucking along his full length.

The room fills with the sounds of your desperate moaning, Ellis’s ragged gasping, Jude’s angry grunting, and a degenerate, wet squelching, a cacophony of debauchery.

You’re drowning, caught in roiling, turbulent waves violently crashing against the shore of your inflamed body, but you want – no, need – more. You can’t tell up from down, but it’s not enough, and before you know it, your trembling finger is reaching for your clit.

“Whaddya think yer doing, huh?” Jude growls. “If ya wanted me to torture ya some more, all ya had to do was ask.”

There’s a dark, twisted edge to his words, and he forcefully shoves your hand away. His arm wraps around your waist for leverage so he can continue furiously rutting into you while his other hand finds its way back to your swollen pink nub. His movements are rough, but they only add to the storm brewing in your center. Jolts of lightning course through your veins.

You’re teetering on the edge, one tiny push of pleasure away from falling.

“Mmm… I–I’m close… I…” Ellis tenses in your mouth. His breathing is labored, needy whimpers humming in his throat.

Ellis looks absolutely breath-taking. A rosy flush covering his cheeks. Sweat beading along his brow. Unruly, wavy hair sticking to his forehead. Twilight eyes fluttering closed. A pretty, pouting mouth dropping open.

He’s beautiful.

“Catch me in your mouth, okay?” Ellis’s voice cracks as he pleads achingly, and before you can make sense of what he’s asked, he pulls taut, passionately crying out your name and feverishly convulsing, spilling onto your tongue.

You swallow rapaciously, milking every last drop out of his spasming cock. He tastes bitter, salty, and sweet, and you don’t want to miss a single drop.

The taste of him… the sound of his ecstatic cries… the daze of his glazed-over eyes push you over the edge, and you fall, careening into a deep abyss. Your fingers curl desperately into the sheets, your vision explodes with stars, and staggering shockwaves rip through you so ferociously, you’re blinded. You tremble and quiver and shake, and you clamp down around Jude so hard, he hisses savagely.

You don’t know whether you should scream ‘Ellis’ or ‘Jude’, but your mind is so addled, it doesn’t matter, and you’re only capable of deliriously mewling instead.

As the tension leaves your body, you dissolve into a puddle of rapturous exhaustion. Your arms can no longer support you on their own, and Jude’s hold around you is the only reason you haven’t crumpled into an unraveled mess.

Ellis soothingly runs his slender fingers through your hair, delicately stroking your scalp with his fingertips, mumbling sweet nothings in your ears while Jude nips your neck and sneers…

“Oh, you’ll regret letting me know that ya like this.”

You barely register the promise of torment laced under Jude’s sinister words or Ellis gently pulling out of your slack mouth and switching places with Jude, your trance breaking only when Jude looms inches away from your face. Something wicked gleams in Jude’s eyes, complementing the arrogant smirk splayed on his lips.

“Hope yer ready, Princess, cause I ain’t gonna be so gentle with ya.”

You shudder. The threat of his words aren’t lost on you, and as Ellis slowly slides into your abused cunt and Jude abruptly shoves his cock between your parted lips, only one thought runs through your mind…

It’s going to be a long night.

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VALENTINE

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

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

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“I can do this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Creak.

Shit.

It was too late.

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

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

“What’re you-”

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

“Is this yer surprise, Princess?”

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

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

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

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

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

Tonight, you wanted to take care of him instead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh how much you wish to tell him otherwise.

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

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

Inhibitions be damned.

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

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

To have such a powerful man writhing beneath you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you’d never heard him moan like this.

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

“What’re…  you doing-” he huffs out.

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

All your doing.

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

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

“Jude!”

“Hah,” he snickers.

“Just for that I’m not going to fin-”

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

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

“Nhg- Princess…!”

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

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

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

“That’s a real temptin’ look there.”

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

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

“Jude, don’t ruin them!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jude,” you sigh out. “Kiss me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For the rest of yer life.”

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My one mermay drawing. I almost scrapped it several times but I wanted to do a single mermaid before the month was over.

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Let’s give more love to this lonely man, Kennyo….

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I totally forgot I wrote this lol here you guys go!!!!

Kinktober day 6 - simultaneous orgasms - Kennyo

The sound of kisses and soft moans filled the room as Kennyo sat, cross-legged, with his lover perched in his lap and clinging to him like her life depended on it.

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God DAMN!!!!!!!!

I love your work! Can I request D,K, and W for Motonari, Ranmaru, and kennyo? I feel like they’re always hidden,

Thank you dearest! You’re so right, they need more love 💗

Motonari

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- Not a dirty secret (although he considers it one because he has some issues)

- But he’s so so protective of you

- He hates feeling that way at first, doesn’t want to broadcast it because he kind of considers it a weakness

- His intense need to keep you safe nearly borders on possessive and it freaks the hell out of him

- You make it very clear that you feel the same way though, and that’s what convinces him that it isn’t a sign of being powerless

- Although he definitely tries to keep it a secret just how deep that protective streak goes, he would destroy cities in your name

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- God, where to even start, the man is full of them

- He has no fucking shame when it comes to you or at all really, but especially with you

- Loves to play with your ass, rubs his thumb over your hole when he’s taking you from behind

- He doesn’t miss how that makes you shake, so he grins; “Yeah, sweetheart? There?”

- Gathers up some of your slick and then slides his thumb in inside

- You have to muffle your broken shout with your hands

- Oh god it feels amazing, you feel so full; when you tell him this, he jerks his hips in hard

- Also makes sure to lick everywhere when he goes down on you

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- Listen

- You’d be a dirty liar if you said that you didn’t sometimes put yourself in...mildly dangerous situations just to set him off

- Nothing too wild, but seeing him instantly bristle at your predicament (whether it be less-than-reputable sailors or handling unsafe tasks) really gets you going

- His eyes go dark, stalking over to you with gritted teeth, hand instinctively going for his weapon

- And he knows too, knows that you’re aroused even as you flash him a wide-eyed gaze

- Get ready for him to manhandle you to his room and show you who the hell you belong to

- “Try anything like that again and I’ll tie you to this bed”

- That’s not a deterrent holy shit

Ranmaru

D = Dirty secret 

- He really wants you to restrain him, even if it’s just his wrists behind his back

- The thought of being at your mercy gets to him, feels the ache of it in his chest

- You’re so kind, he knows you’d be good to him

- He doesn’t even really care what you do to him; just wants the tight binding pressure, movements hindered

- So he knows that whatever he’s doing is exactly what you want

K = Kink

- He has a massive praise kink

- Touch his hair sweetly and he’ll turn his cheek into your hand, starved for affection

- If you kiss his forehead he’ll make a little cut-off noise in his throat

- When you tell him that he’s doing so well for you, such a good boy

- Oh

- He won’t be able to hold back the thrust of his hips; if there’s something for him to jerk against, he’ll absolutely come just from that

- Once he came from those words leaving your mouth and just the light pressure of your palm

W = Wild card 

- You don’t remember who originally suggested the idea of jerking off in front of each other

- Each at separate sides of the room

- The only rule being that you can’t touch each other

- But whoever suggested it was equal parts genius and evil, because oh my god the two of you just can’t stop

- It started out a little awkward, but now neither of you can hold back the sounds you make; hands moving like you’re touching, in sync

- The distance almost heightens the pleasure, watching him but only being able to touch yourself

- Neither of you want to come first and end this

Kennyo

D = Dirty secret

- Oh, now this is one of his dirtiest secrets

- But as much as he tries to get you to believe otherwise

- Part of him loves how free you are with your affections, how you want him so obviously

- And ever since you explained to him what roleplay is, he’s had an idea

- A devoted, innocent monk rescuing you from the forest; so worldly and seductive

- And you’d just be so thankful for him

- You’d climb right into his lap to show your thanks, rolling your hips down

- He would stutter out excuses but this monk wants to be defiled by you, unable to hide how hard he gets at the shift of your body on his

- Good fucking luck trying to get this secret out of him

K = Kink 

- He’s never going to admit this out loud

- But he loves to be told he’s big

- Like, objectively he knows he has an above-average cock

- Knowing that is very different to seeing you lose it when he’s inside you

- You get a little shameless, especially when he bangs you right

- Moaning out how huge he feels in you, how thick he is; you’re so stretched out and you tell him all about it

- “Can you feel how tight you made me, Kennyo?”

- Yes he fucking can, oh my god

- The first time you did this, he came so hard he saw stars dancing at the edge of his vision

W = Wild card

- He doesn’t know what’s coming when you kiss him sweetly, pushing him down to a sitting position

- He’s giving you a questioning gaze, and you smile; moving back, fingers toying at your obi sash

- When his eyes dip down to follow the movement, you know you’ve caught him

- Dropping the fabric from your shoulders so slowly, teasing

- You pause to run your hands over your body, tilting your head back on a sigh; one that you hear echoed back to you from where he sits

- Half dressed, sliding your hand between your legs and moaning when you reach your own arousal

- He looks wrecked, flushed just from watching you

- When you finally lose all of your clothes, you turn around and bend over

- Hands on your ass, spreading

- He crawls to you, tongue on you in seconds

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Please (Ikemen Sengoku Mitsuhide)

Genre: NSFW Word count: 1,891 A/N: Apparently I’m incapable of writing smut without being soft lolol. Also! The italicized line at the end is from one of Mitsuhide’s voice clips in game.

Her back arched high off the ground as she mewled into Mitsuhide’s ear. They laid together on his futon, his chatelaine flat on her back, and Mitsuhide on his side, propping himself up on an elbow next to her.

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omg, i'm so shy to be asking this, but if you're ok with it, a drabble about Ikesen Kenshin getting oral and accidentally giving MC a facial (and maybe he feels guilty about it, but it doesn't mean he didn't like it.)

I am sooooooooooooo okay with this, thank you for asking for it! This is a brilliant scenario for Kenshin! I put in some MC-wooing-him talk to carry the scene through, because I could see his sweet bun[s] having trouble, uh, letting go. I hope you’ll see this and enjoy. (Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot to be filled in May and likely June, too! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)

She had never thought much of worshiping a man. Maybe because Kenshin worships her she feels safe to return his ardor in kind? She’s certainly doing that now, curling long trails with her tongue and kissing him every time she finishes. He feels good under her tongue, he feels good in her hands, he smells good and he tastes good, and it makes her want to bow formally before him. But she’s not going to stop what she’s doing.

The thing is, as long as he is certain she is safe, he lets her do what she wants. If there was a way for Kenshin to comb through the entire country and then put it under a dome of glass, like a prize cake, he would probably let her walk around unguarded.

Well. Maybe not completely unguarded. But she has come to realize that when he knows she is as safe as he can make her, he relaxes considerably. And he always says yes to her requests, seemingly calm and pleased to be able to indulge her. Which is why they are here in his room and he has his elbows on his desk and his kimono undone and his beautiful throat-- his whole beautiful front-- is exposed to the air. And to her, on her knees between the strength of his legs.

Not that she can spend much time looking at the beauty of all of him, since she is very focused on what he gave her when she asked for it: an opportunity to put her mouth on him and just love him for awhile. This precious chance to touch him and show him how much she adores him without having to withstand his own overwhelming attention is rare. When she glances at his beautiful hands, she can see the tendons of them flexing... but he keeps them to himself, because Kenshin is a man if his word and his word was he would let her have her way.

He is all beautiful masculinity before her. Those hands, hanging tense off the edge of his desk; the black cuffs artfully (and only partially) hiding the strength of his wrists; all the lovely strength of his chest and stomach. He’s mouth watering. She’s grateful for that, because a wet mouth makes it easier to move her tongue over him and give him the kisses she knows he likes. It feels nice to have this kind of permission to drool over how gorgeous and glorious he is in her hands. The skin of his shaft is the most perfect, malleable warmth over his unforgiving hardness— she has poked herself inside her cheek many times expecting him to somehow bend. He doesn’t. No wonder she cries out every time he puts himself inside her. His intensity is one thing, but his body is a true marvel.

There is no crying out now. She’s been noisier than she meant to, though. It just feels so good to love him! She is so glad he let her do this! It’s everything to her, to be able to mouth at him, breathe him in, use her tongue and suck to draw forth his pleasure the way he endlessly seeks hers. Even now, she feels like he has only paused his constant search for ways to make her moan... and she is moaning anyway.

She had never thought much of worshiping a man. Maybe because Kenshin worships her she feels safe to return his ardor in kind? She’s certainly doing that now, curling long trails with her tongue and kissing him every time she finishes. He feels good under her tongue, he feels good in her hands, he smells good and he tastes good, and it makes her want to bow formally before him. But she’s not going to stop what she’s doing.

Instead, she tries to articulate the feeling in a way he will understand. It’s important to be direct with Kenshin. “I love how you feel,” she murmurs. “Thank you for letting me do this.”

His sound is strangled by his own throat, but she understands him perfectly.

“Do you want me to keep talking?” She’s careful to whisper the question right onto the tip of him and make her breath gentle and warm before she slowly takes him back into her mouth and as far into her throat as she can.

The dragon of Echigo hisses and his thighs flex beneath her hands. “You know I love your voice. Speak if you wish to speak,” he manages to say.

She sucks, lets her tongue drag along him until distance parts their bodies, and then she goes right back down. When she comes back up she whispers, “I love you,” and kisses, then sucks, the tender space below the head of his cock, just as beautifully as the rest of him. “I love you, Kenshin.”

His entire body stiffens against the desk, and his legs flex again-- more powerfully-- below her hands and around her body. She’s on her knees, tucked into him like a swallow in a nest. “It makes me happy to give you this attention,” she says slowly. It makes her feel very powerful to use her tongue on him. “It feels good for me to love you this way.”

Kenshin is always, always elegant, but he makes a noise that is not. It fits perfectly in her soul, like a jewel he ordered to be cut just for her.

“I know you are so, so strong,” she whispers, kissing him again, “And I’m grateful that you would let me take over.”

She slides one hand over the bump of his knee and brings it to her own body. “Do you know,” she asks, “That when I have you on my tongue I feel it here?” She pushes herself onto her hand to show him exactly where she means.

“Woman,” he says hoarsely. “Why would you feel such a thing?”

“Because I love you,” she whispers. “Because your body is perfect, and every time I touch it I want you. Sometimes just to hold me. But right now I want you so much more than that.”

His beautiful face scrunches up in disbelief, pleasure, and confusion. It’s no small thing to send a god of any kind into such a tizzy. “This is torture,” he manages to grit out.

“It’s not. I love you,” she tells him again.

He stutters over a curse and clears his throat. The sound is very low, not a growl but not far from one, either. “Let me touch you,” he demands. “I need to touch you.”

“Soon,” she promises, slipping her hands all the way to his, palms open and up to supplicate him as she laces their fingers and squeezes him. “I will. Please give me just a little more time.”

He lets her take him back into her mouth, slowly and fully, even lets her love him with her tongue again before he speaks. But when he does, it is too late.

“I don’t have—nrgh—”

Kenshin cuts himself off with a cry of her name, and pulls back his hips to splatter his cum all over her face instead of in her mouth. She catches a glimpse of his cock standing so proud and beautiful, and she wants to watch it, but she closes her eyes and opens her mouth, gently putting out her tongue to catch what she can.

It’s not as though he’s never come in her mouth. But he’s never done it without touching her— usually she is coming along with him, licked and lapped to senseless pleasure by his tongue while his hands keep her safe as her soul tries to fly.

There’s warm wet on her face. Enough that she knows there’s a lopsided mask of it across the tops of her cheeks and nose, and a thick, slow dribble flowing down the side of her face. He seems to be done, so she opens her eyes. His are narrowed and lusty, and that little bit frustrated he gets when she one-ups him sexually. She does not think it is possible to love Kenshin any more than she does right now.

“Thank you,” she says, cupping her hands to catch his cum before it drips onto the floor.

He gasps, or perhaps he’s only winded. “How could you— why would you do that, why did you stay there instead of moving?” he demands. He pushes her hands away, then touches the slow-moving fluid on her face. His eyes get wider. His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip and she can’t tell if he’s so quick about it because he’s trying to hide the movement or if he doesn’t even realize he’s making it. But he is definitely into this like she is, and that makes her burn even hotter for him, that steady fire stoked so much higher.

She puts her hand carefully over his, because even when his interest is clear to her, it helps to be clear about it right back, so he has many chances to see it. “Because I wanted you to do that,” she tells him. “I like making you feel that good.”

“I would never dishonor you with this mess,” he breathes. But he is not looking at it like it is dishonorable. He looks like he wants to pin her down, and like it will be a matter of seconds before he does. “Your beautiful face,” he insists. He looks so wonderfully torn between distress and arousal.

“I’m kind of hoping you’ll do this to my face again sometime,” she confesses.

His eyes get even wider and he launches himself from the desk, catching her back and leaning her down to the floor like they are in the middle of a battlefield dance instead of his room. His cum immediately begins to slide toward her ear and she fidgets from the tickle.

“No,” he says, swiping it gently away with his hand and flicking it off with the same finesse she has seen him use to throw blood from a blade. “Take off your clothes. Now.” He is already yanking at her loose robes and stroking the skin of her belly with his knowing, oh-so-skilled fingertips. And one is just a little slick on her, his cum clinging like an oil. It makes her shudder.

“I will do anything you ask,” Kenshin says, pulling one of her legs out, then the other, so she can rest more comfortably on the floor. “Even that, if you wish. But another time. Now it is your turn.” He is so solemn and fierce it is hard not to grin, knowing what she is in for. Already there is the hazy look in his eyes that means he is planning her pleasure. “It is only right for you to make a mess of my face,” he tells her, wiping tenderly at her nose with the edge of her clothing.

He sees to it with all the precision of a god, and in the process makes her feel like she is receiving heaven’s every blessing. When she is a lax heap of limbs on his floor, he crawls back up to her mouth. Their kisses are sweet and slippery indeed. But the mess is manageable, and well-appreciated.

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Course I gotta start with some killer content about our wonderful monk 💕

Hello 🥺 could I request I, M and V for Kennyo perhaps? I love him and I recently discovered your blog and hoo boy. Yes please

Glad to provide more of our fave monk for you dear! 💕

Kennyo

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- He truly is so fucking enraptured

- Very attentive to you

- Is incredibly romantic, which sometimes makes him shy it’s the fucking cutest thing you’ve ever witnessed in your life

- Tries hard not to lose complete composure (it doesn’t work but he tries is the thing)

- He shares his poetry with you, and you manage to convince him that you love it

- Sometimes he’ll recite passages to you when you’re in bed

- He’s found his muse in you, and his writing suddenly becomes infinitely more alluring than before

- You’re pretty sure he could talk you to an orgasm with his pretty words and rough voice

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- It sounds strange, but your kindness and grace really turns him on

- The man has very specific tastes

- When he sees your compassion for others, the care you take to be supportive for him

- It sends his heart thumping into overdrive

- On the flip side, he also is very easy to you blatantly showing your lust for him

- Will absolutely bend to your whims, because he is weak for you

- Regards you as a gift from the gods that he doesn’t necessarily deserve

- But he’s not going to waste the opportunity, he’s not a fool

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- He’s definitely not loud at first

- Attempts to stay as silent as possible

- It’s not until you talk with him, blushing, explaining that you really like his noises of pleasure

- You adore knowing that he’s enjoying himself

- Which he’s a little incredulous about, obviously he’s enjoying himself you’re beyond anything in this world

- He tries hard to keep this in mind though, and slowly opens up

- You help the process along by responding enthusiastically to his progress

- You coming at the sound of his voice is a really big motivator for him, who would’ve thought

ABC list/rules here

Already requested character/letters here

Requests Temporarily Closed

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Once again I return to the otome world, in full force, re-exploring my old loves and trying out some new games, and I wanted to reintroduce myself to the current otome side of Tumblr!!!

My name is River, and I used to be @moonlit--river...but I can't get into that email anymore 😭 so here I am now!

Currently I am diving headfirst back into Ikémen Sengoku and Ikémen Vampire, and my ABSOLUTE ultimate love is Kennyo 💕

I'm also gonna be trying Ikémen Prince and Ikémen Villains!! It's been a HELLA long time since I've played a Cybird game, so those two are entirely new to me!

Is the SLBP fandom still alive these days? I know that's an old one lol but I'd love to pick that one back up too!

I'll be hopefully writing and drawing more for our Cybird boys in the future, so I'd love if some Ikesen and Ikevamp folks could join me again!!!

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Its been so long 💔

tweaked art from like 3yrs ago because i just remembered slbp yukimura and started crying