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"Mystery Bag 2025" Story Sale

Fast and Agile! Team Stamina Monsters!

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Prologue (translated by @.judesmoonbeauty)

— Preliminary round. Group 1: Liam, Roger, Ellis, Ring.

…

Roger: This is just perfect. I’m teamed up with a bunch of real nasty fellas again.

Ellis: Nasty?

Roger: First of all, there’s you.

Roger: According to my investigations, your physical abilities are basically superhuman and easily one of the best in Crown. 

Ellis: Really? I don't work out, so I’ve always thought I’m pretty normal.

Roger: Normal people don’t go jumping around on rooftops. 

Ellis: Fufu, I got complimented.

Ellis: Speaking of which, Liam’s very agile too. He’s fast on his feet and has good stamina.

Liam: Unlike Ellis, I’m not naturally gifted with good athletic abilities. I worked out to perform better on stage, that’s all. 

Roger: And then we have you. I think you’re the black horse this time, Vogel’s little brother.

Ring: … Me?

Roger: Just look at those firm muscles. I never knew Vogel had someone like you. 

Roger: Mind if I perform a physical examination on you later? I haven't been able to collect much data on Vogel. 

Ring: … 

Ellis: Roger, you’re making Ring uncomfortable. 

Roger: Oh, my bad. I got excited seeing such a fresh potential research subject— 

Ring: T-that’s not it!

Roger • Ellis: ?

Ring: I’ve never been complimented like that before, so… 

Ring: It made me happy to be praised. I’d probably be prancing around if no one else was present. 

Roger: … You know…

Roger: Has anyone ever told you that you're kind of like a dog? 

Ring: A dog?

Roger: Ring, paw¹.

Ring: L-like this¹?

¹ Roger actually says “hand” here but I just thought this would be funnier because that’s exactly what he’s trying to do. 

Roger: See? Exactly the same. Who’s a good boy~~

Ring: D-damn it…! 

Liam: Ahaha, you’re now part of Roger’s favourites list. 

Ellis: We should let him play with Ale sometime. 

Townspeople: Ready, set, LIAAAAAMM! 

Ellis: Aren't those your fans?

Liam: You’re right! Thanks for supporting me! 

Townspeople: KYAAA~~! 

Roger: Hm? What’s the matter, dog— I mean, Ring? You’re spacing out.

Ring: Ah, um! Liam Evans! 

Liam: Whoa— y-yeah? Did I do something wrong?

Ring: … Umm.

Ring: … Uhhh 

Ring: I’ve always thought you’re really cool! 

Liam: Wha…

Ring: You’re very pink, sparkly, and captivating… 

Ring: I’m not good with my words, but you remind me of a peacock’s feathers… you’re just super impressive.

Ellis: Those are some very… unique compliments. 

Liam: Oh, um…

Liam: I’m really glad that you think of me that way. Thanks! 

Ring: …! 

Ring: … Ah, y-yeah. 

Liam: Hehe.

Roger: This is the first time you two formally meet, huh. 

Ellis: Ring, how happy are you right now?

Roger: Hey, Ellis. Don’t kill him before the competition even starts. 

Event Official: The members of Preliminary Group 1, please gather at the starting line. 

Ellis: Ah, looks like they’re calling for us.

Liam: Alright, from this point on, it’s all or nothing. No hard feelings regardless of who wins or loses.

Ring: Yeah, the competition will be fair and square. 

Roger: It’s great to see you guys all pumped up, but don’t get yourselves injured. I’ve got enough work to do already.

Liam • Ellis • Ring: Got it! 

Roger: I love that response.

Event Official: We will now commence with Group 1’s preliminary round! 

Event Official: Who will be the first to reach the finish line and be crowned the 2025 Happy Boy!? 

Event Official: Let's begin! On your marks… ready… GO!

*BANG!* 

…

Loud Male Townsperson: Wha—!? Those guys are crazy fast! 

Loud Female Townsperson: Everyone else apart from the four of them are falling further and further behind…

Roger: *pant*, *pant*... haha, I knew you guys were the real deal.

Liam: *pant*... It does look like it. Only one of us can make it past this preliminary round.

Liam: Ahaha, I can’t afford to lose. 

Ring: As a proud member of Vogel, I can’t afford to lose either. 

Ellis: Huh? Look, there's something over there.

Event Official: We’ve set up several obstacles ahead! 

Liam: Don’t tell me, we have to struggle and crawl through that net? 

Roger: Damn, Victor’s always leaving out the important stuff.

Ellis: Hmm. Roger, I’ll be going first.

Roger: H-hey! Damn it, that guy’s crawling through the net so easily! 

Roger: My bulkier body is a disadvantage but… argh! 

Liam: HE TORE THROUGH THE ROPES!? 

Roger: No one said we had to crawl through properly now, did they? See ya! 

Ring: I must catch up… whoa! 

Ring: Tch, my right foot got caught in the net. Damn it…

Liam: Ring, don’t move. I’ll help you get it off! 

Ring: Liam Evans.

Ring: I’m your opponent… so, why? 

Liam: Because this is a fair competition, remember?

Ring: S-so sparkly…! 

Liam: Alright, it’s off. Now hurry! 

Ring: I owe you one! 

Event Official: The fastest four contestants with extraordinary physical abilities have cleared the net obstacle…! 

Roger: *pant*, *pant*... looks like Ellis’ taking the lead after all. 

Roger: He’s going to win by a landslide at this rate. When it comes to times like this— 

Roger: Ellis! You’re going the wrong way! 

Ellis: Huh?

Roger: Not that way, it’s the other way! The other way! 

Ellis: Thanks, Roger— wait, what?

Roger: Pfft, haha! Just kidding. See ya at the finishing line! 

Roger: Playing nice isn’t our style, you know?

Ellis: If you’re going to play it that way— ha!

Roger: What the!? 

Ellis: Got your glasses.

Roger: I can’t see! Ellis! Give them back, you idiot! 

Liam: What are those two even doing— whoa!? 

Liam: Don’t pull my shirt, Roger!

Roger: Huh!? Are you Liam? I can’t tell who’s who…! 

Ring: A falling out!? 

Ring: ~~!

Ring: S-sorry, sparkly pink. I’ll be overtaking you…! 

…

Event Official: The leading contestant has reached the final obstacle!

Ring: What’s with this box? 

Event Official: You have to take a piece of paper from the box and retrieve the item written on it. 

Ring: So the final challenge is a scavenger hunt. I’ll take a piece of paper and—

Ring: This theme…! 

Ring: P-pe-person…

Ring: “Person you like”!? 

Ring: No, it doesn't say anywhere that it has to be romantic, so any kind of deep affection is acceptable, right? 

Ring: Where's Nica— 

Event Official: The person must be a romantic interest! 

Ring: WHAT!? 

Ring: I don't know anything about romance, I… 

Kate: Ring! 

Ring: This voice… robin?

Kate: You can do it, Ring!

Ring: !!

Ring: … Ggh, my heart… is racing…

Ring: Don’t tell me, the “person I like” is— 

Kate: Riiiingg! 

Ring: Ugh! 

Liam: Ring, why’d you stop all of a sudd— 

Liam: Whoa, nosebleed! Ring, your nose is bleeding! 

Ring: …

Liam: Roger! Casualty! Ring’s having a nosebleed! 

Roger: Huh? Nosebleed? Let me have a look.

Ellis: Roger, this is Ellis.

Roger: That’s why I’ve been telling you to give my glasses back to me already! 

Liam: Whoa, it’s coming out of the other nostril too!

Ring: I… the robin… 

Kate: Victor, umm this is—

Victor: All of them are disqualified :D

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[Nica Schwartz] I Can't Return to a Time Before You Part 1

Nica: I'm so lucky to be the lover of such a cute girl like you.

Nica Schwartz, the Chief of Staff for Vogel, a special organization under the direct command of the Emperor of the German Empire.

I hadn't yet realized the danger posed by this man who gave off such a friendly impression.

Nica: Nice to meet you, little Robin.

He is "evil" who toys with love.

-

That night, I learned a secret I shouldn't have known and became a Fairytale Keeper for a month.

A week later, Vogel, who came from Germany, turned out to be an organization structured with the same curse as Crown and seemed to be hiding something.

A few days after they arrived--.

(I was called in for a consultation, but I wonder what it's about.)

I had been summoned by Darius, the head of Vogel.

Darius: I'm sorry for calling you in so suddenly.

Kate: No, don't worry about it. What's the matter?

In the room were Ring, leaning against the wall and looking at me, and Darius, sitting on the sofa.

What he said was an unexpected proposal.

Darius: I heard that your first job was to become Crown's lover for a day to deepen your understanding of them.

Kate: Yes, that's right.

Darius: Why don't we do the same?

Kate: Eh?

Darius: We want to get to know you too.

Darius crossed his arms and gave me a soft smile as I stared at him in surprise.

Darius: "Choose one person from Vogel and spend a day as their lover."

Darius: To deepen our friendship, choose someone from among us.

Startled by the sudden proposal, I was speechless when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

Kate: Wah!

???: Can I take on that role?

Kate: Nica!

I looked up to meet the eyes of Nica, who had placed his hands on my shoulders.

Nica: Hey, be my lover, little Robin.

Captivated by his beautiful face, I almost nodded in agreement, but--.

(But I'm Crown's Fairytale Keeper, and it's not right to decide this without their permission.)

I cleared my throat, about to decline, when--

Nica: Okay, it's decided! I'll go get ready, so wait for me in the entrance hall.

Kate: Eh, ah, wait a minute!

He waved his hand and left the room without even waiting for a reply.

(Wh-what should I do...?)

Then Darius stood up and said,

Darius: It's perfect that Nica is willing to take on the role.

Darius: I'll leave him to you, Fairytale Keeper.

He smiled and left the room.

Kate: Eh, huh?

Left alone, I looked at Ring with a bewildered expression, and he also opened his mouth, looking perplexed.

Ring: Um, well... Nica isn't a bad guy.

Ring: It's just that, how do I put it, he's used to... various things.

-

(Maybe I understand what Ring meant...)

Nica: I still don't know London very well.

Nica: If you're okay with it, little Robin, could you show me around on our date?

That's how our day as lovers began. I was supposed to show him around London, but...

(He's walking around like he's familiar with the place even without my guidance.)

(And when we passed by a café, the waitress even told him to come again.)

He was so familiar with this city that it seemed like I didn't need to guide him at all.

Flower Shop Assistant: Oh, you were at the pub the other day, weren't you?

Flower Shop Assistant: Let's have a drink again sometime.

(He's being approached by another woman...!)

He kept getting approached by women, putting his arm around me, and saying these words:

Nica: Sorry, I'm head over heels for this girl.

Nica: With such a cute lover like her, I can't play around with other girls, can I?

Flower Shop Assistant: Oh my... I'm sorry to interrupt your date.

(This is so awkward...!)

With his arm still around me, we left the flower shop and turned our attention to another store, but--

Emma: Nica, why did you offer to be my lover?

His footsteps stopped at my question.

Nica: Why, you ask...? Because I wanted to get to know you better, of course?

Nica: Or maybe... because you're my type?

He grinned as he peered into my face, and I shook my head.

Emma: I don't think you needed to become my lover to get to know me better.

Emma: There are plenty of people who like you, right? I was wondering if it was really necessary to be my lover for a day.

Nica: ...Could you be jealous?

Emma: No! Why would you think that?

As I spoke, holding down my hair that was fluttering in the wind--

Emma: Besides, you're so familiar with London that you don't need me to guide you...

His fingers brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen on my lips, then twirled it around.

Nica: What if I told you that was just an excuse?

Emma: Eh...?

His fingers smoothly caressed my cheek, and I couldn't help but squirm at the ticklish sensation. But as if to say he wouldn't let me escape, his palm cupped my cheek.

Nica: I wanted to get to know you, so I suggested it to Darius.

Nica: I told him that Crown seemed to have become closer to their Fairytale Keeper through the one-day lover experience.

Nica: Look, we're already outsiders since we came from Germany.

Nica: On top of that, we're an organization directly under the Emperor, and we're cursed, so it's only natural for them to be wary, right?

Emma: Well, that's true...

Nica: I wanted them to know through little Robin that we're not suspicious and that it's okay to trust us.

(I had no idea he had such intentions...)

Understanding the reason behind the sudden proposal, I felt a little relieved, but then--

Nica: But well, the biggest reason is that I want you to like me.

My body jumped in surprise when he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

Seeing my reaction, Nica's smile deepened even further.

Nica: I'll tell you about myself. So tell me about yourself too.

Nica: My Schnucki, just for today.

*(Schnucki means "sweetie" or "cutie pie" in German.)

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Part 2

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real

Why do people keep posting Nagi hate in the Nagi tags I swear this boy is so misunderstood and people never ever bother to see things from his POV

YET THEY STILL WANNA SHIP HIM WITH THEIR FAVS JUST FOR HIM TO GROVEL FOR FORGIVENESS?

Why not just leave him alone istg. Reo fans really making me hate this pairing (and him).

Nagi ditching Reo wasn’t even that harsh especially in the context of Blue Lock. Like have they seen Sae and Rin? Lmao.

Like, did it hurt Reo? Yea. Could Nagi have done it better? Yeaaa, but it’s really not that huge of an asshole, uncaring move as they made it out to be. It’s because they based it on the proportion of Reo’s reaction, which if they actually decide to understand the context of Blue Lock rather than projecting themselves into Reo, they would see that it’s REO who’s overreacting. Every character pointed that out. Isagi, Chigiri, Nagi, even Reo himself. That’s the whole point of it, so we see his character deeper and for him to develop. His reaction was valid and a part of his character, but it was also over the top and immature, THAT WAS THE POINT.

Nagi himself didn’t even know Reo was THAT hurt, but when he realised he tried to communicate it and patch things up. Reo was the one who, while wrapped up in his feelings, tried to trigger a negative response from Nagi so as to finally put an end to things and his pain. The whole “you’re a pain” from Nagi was a reaction to Reo’s outburst who made this about Nagi not caring about him anymore! When that’s clearly an overreaction and an illogical leap!

Nagi himself was frustrated that Reo could let this issue blindside their goals. Even Isagi chipped in.

And I’m just so annoyed that people can make up all sorts of reasons to excuse Reo for overreacting but completely IGNORE that Nagi is someone who never had any friends before this, gone 2 weeks without communicating with anyone and had to resort to buying a plant for communication, have absent af parents who never ever bothered to check up on him or even help him move into his dorms. Clearly this boy suffers from some sort of neglect but nah, let’s just peg him as an uncaring asshole. This boy couldn’t even tell he was feeling frustration or anger, he’s really starting from “0” in learning how to even exist. But that’s besides the point, because even if he’s your regular boy, whatever he did wasn’t even that bad to warrant such hate from the fandom.

Like you’ve no idea how happy, validated and justified I felt for Nagi in Episode Nagi, when he finally realises and vocalised that HE’S angry at Reo, because he’s got every right to too. Even if their initial separation was mostly on him, everything else after was Reo, and he’s got a right to be mad too.

People are only taking Reo’s side cause he’s overtly expressing his sadness, while ignoring the entire context and Nagi’s POV in general and that pisses me off. Especially if you’re still gonna ship them together and gonna be neglecting half the ship anyway, what’s the point.

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One Day and One Night - [Victor x Kate]

Prologue (🌞) | Chapter 1 (🌞) | Chapter 1.5 (🌞) | Chapter 2 (🌞) | Chapter 2.5 (🌞) | Chapter 3 (🌞) | Chapter 4 (🌚) | Chapter 5 (🌞)

Chapter 4 - Kate

WC: 3866 TW: Predator/Prey, Fear Play, Marking

Victor: "Our game is at an end, beloved. Now, how should I punish a wayward robin who bares this beautiful skin in another man's quarters, hm?"

There's a dark, dangerous energy to Victor's voice when he asks me that question. My plan hadn't been made with any lewd intentions, but it seems Victor is jealous regardless. 

Only a few hours ago, the very idea would be laughable. I've never seen Vic get jealous of my time spent around the members of Crown, but I wasn’t pinned beneath that Victor. I hadn’t been running with all I had to escape that Victor. And that Victor had never touched me in a way that made me feel desired in such a primal, vicious way.

I attempt to explain myself, but my voice is trembling as I push out the words. 

Kate: "Y-you said I could do anything to escape."

Victor: "Oh, but I never said there'd be no consequences for your actions."

The hand tracing my spine slips underneath my night shirt, pressing lightly on the muscles of my back. I groan at the pressure only noticing a moment later that it's just a distraction from the pull on the waistband of my drawers. I try to wiggle away from him on instinct, but it’s impossible to pull myself from underneath him while he sits on my legs. 

Victor: "Be still, love. Trying to escape your condemnation will only make the punishment worse."

Kate: "This just isn't fair. How did you even find me?!"

My voice sounds like the whining of a child to my ears, but Victor hardly seems to mind. Though I can't see him, the gripping aura at my back nearly oozes with arrogant satisfaction. He chuckles as he strokes my exposed backside then answers with an indulgent purr.

Victor: "Your false trail was an admirable concept, but you overlooked one thing."

I feel a tap on my left thigh followed by a steady line of heat down my calf as Victor’s touch directs my senses.

Victor: “You forgot to take off your shoes, dearest. Your damp footsteps and the spots of soil left behind may as well have been breadcrumbs.”

(How could you even see that at this time of night?!)

As that incredulous thought rips through my mind, I feel Victor hook his fingers underneath the band of my sock and slowly pull it down. In a moment that seems to stretch on for eternity, he does the same to my right leg before tugging both shoes off one after the other. The sensation of air on my feet is punctuated by the thump of my shoes being tossed to the side. 

Victor’s touch on my damp skin is searing hot, and I bite back a moan as his hands travel back up toward my thighs. My muscles continue their trembling but not only due to fear. That familiar, unnamed something pooled in my belly and radiated throughout my body. As I begin to squirm again, a distant voice within me begs the question: 

(What am I struggling for? Freedom? Or friction?)

My breath catches when Victor’s hands land on my bottom, stroking gently on my exposed skin. I know I want this. Crave it, even, but in this moment everything feels too charged, too electric, too vivid. I need a moment to catch my breath. To collect myself if even a little.

Kate: “Vic-”

Crack

It takes a moment for my mind to catch up to my body and actually process the pain blooming on my backside. It takes a second more for me to realize that Victor – kind, silly, jovial Victor – had just spanked me.

Kate: VICTOR!

My voice is shrill and outraged, and I can feel the heat rising in my face competing with the heat radiating from my bottom. His only response is a delighted chuckle, and before I can attempt to protest again-

Crack

Crackcrack

A moan tears through my throat as three more strikes land against both cheeks in quick succession. The pain scrambles my focus before giving way to that maddening heat, and I bury my face into the carpet, hoping it would hide any more indecent sounds I can’t hold back. The very moment my lips make contact with the wool of the carpet, the hand restraining my arms snakes underneath my throat. 

In a panic I try to push up from the ground, but a broad, firm heat presses into me, sandwiching me against the floor. My back arches as my chin is pulled upwards and I feel the soft, velvety touch of Victor’s lips at my ear.

Victor: “Believe it or not, I’m trying to temper my hunger for you, but when you call my name and moan like that…”

His sentence trails off, but the low, rumbling grunt that vibrates into me says more than enough. Whatever cold menace remained is chased away as Victor strokes my neck and grazes my ear with his teeth. All that’s left is heady, scorching passion as I lean back into his touch, desperate for more. 

Suddenly, his chest leaves my back. He captures my arms again, and I feel a soft, smooth cord wrap around my wrists. Then the world spins as I’m hoisted onto Victor’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, my eyes cast toward the ground. He glides forward, hardly even jostling me as the hallway begins to pass by.

Kate: “Vic, where are we going?”

Victor: “You’ll just have to see when we get there.”

We travel down the hallway, and when I try to raise myself up to see where we’re headed -

Crack

Kate: “Hngh!”

Victor: “Be patient, Kate. I’m still quite cross with you, so it’d be best to behave.”

Kate: “Vic, I’m sorry, so please…”

Victor: “There will be plenty of time for begging later, dearest.”

A short time passes before a door creaks open, and as we pass through the threshold I see a familiar scene. Everything looks different when tilted upside down and cloaked in moonlight, but after all the time I’d spent happily chatting away here, I can easily recognize Victor’s office. 

Just as I put together where we are, the sound of paper being scattered hits my ears and my back meets the firm, wooden surface of Victor’s desk. As I reorient my vision, the dark strands of Victor’s hair cascade around me, and I’m left staring into his blue eyes. 

There’s a moment where we simply stare at one another until that magnetic force between us becomes too much to deny. I try to move my hands to bring his face closer to mine only to be reminded of my restraints. The soft cord may as well be cold, iron bars for how frustratingly trapped it makes me feel. A glimmer of mischief dances across Victor’s eyes as he calmly pushes my shoulder back into the desk. He begins to speak in a low, husky murmur while lightly stroking the thin skin at my neck where my pulse beats the strongest.

Victor: “We’re back to where our game began, sweet Kate. The very desk where you sat across from me and offered me anything… When you dashed away from me like a frightened hare, you have no idea how difficult it was to restrain myself. I wanted nothing more than to run you down and devour you that very moment… Does that shock you?”

Mere hours before, I would say yes, but with my arms tied behind my back, my body hoisted up on a desk, and my lover’s dark, lustful expression bearing down on me, I can hardly believe how I’d missed it.

Kate: “... No, it doesn’t.”

Victor’s answering smile is wicked and filled with sweet promise. 

Victor: “Oh? Then reward me for being patient.”

His hands cascade down my sides until they catch on the drawers still clinging to my thighs. In one fluid motion, they’re gone and the chilly night air breathes across my most sensitive and private skin. I instinctively try to close my legs, but Victor’s large hands stop me at my knees and firmly pull my legs apart.

I’m thankful for the shadows for hiding what must be a crimson red blush that spreads across my face. A part of me wants to voice the embarrassment that comes with being so indecently exposed, but one look into Victor’s eyes silences that voice. I let my legs relax and fall to the side, compelled by the desire in his gaze. 

Victor: “Very good, love. Just lay back, and let me feast.”

As his eyes roam down my body, I assume that he means to feast on the sight of me bare and shivering on his desk, but shock rips through me the moment he dips his head between my legs. The damp heat of his breath is the only warning I get before a hot, firm wetness gently glides across my core.

I gasp as a sharp pleasure rips through me, my back arching off the desk, and my thighs tightening around Victor’s head. 

Kate: “Vic- Ahh!”

Any protest or reason is demolished as he continues to kiss and lick my womanhood. I can hardly recognize the words I push from my throat as their meaning is buried underneath the moans of pleasure I can’t hold back. 

His tongue teases at the entrance of my sex before slowly plunging inside, and I’m overtaken by the need to tangle my hands in his hair to pull him closer. To force more friction than his measured torment allows. To connect us deeper still. 

I sob in frustration as those wretched cords impede me again.

Kate: “Victor, please. Please let me touch you.”

He pins down my hips and raises his head to meet my eyes. His lips are glistening with my arousal, and the desire he sees mirrored on my face clearly pleases him since he rewards me with a smile. It’s an indulgent, victorious grin, and that aching frustration in me is slightly relieved. 

(Surely he’s made his point. I’ve been “punished” enough haven’t I?)

Victor: “No.”

Kate: “Huh?”

He’s never denied me like this before. Teased? Yes. Tested? Of course. But to torment me like this with that damn smile on his face… It just isn’t fair. 

Victor’s eyes don’t leave me when he returns to his work and takes my pearl into his mouth. The pressure built up in me feels as if it’s only moments from exploding outwards, and when I feel him push a finger into me, I nearly come undone. His mouth leaves me again, and he slowly pushes one, two more fingers inside. I’m stretched beyond what I’ve ever attempted alone, and it feels incredible. 

He slowly slides his fingers in and out of me with a steady, measured rhythm until he grazes across something that sends my hips bucking up off of the desk. His fingers curl as he continues to massage that ache inside me, and the air is filled with my moans as I’m pushed back to the edge. When his lips wrap around my clit again, I fall apart.

My legs pull him into me as I ride out the wave of pleasure crashing over every nerve of my body. Only after it ebbs and his fingers leave my core do I realize he’s been murmuring sweet encouragement and praise through the layer of slick I’d left on his skin. As I look down at him through hooded, cum-drunk eyes, I can’t tell if the dampness on his vest is the rain or me. 

I’m dazed, and he crawls on top of me with the control and poise of a panther. His lips brush against mine almost like a question, and I’m reminded of the rules of our game. 

I could almost laugh. It’s such a silly question. How could I ever deny more of this delectable pleasure? How could I ever deny him?

I run my tongue along his lower lip, tasting myself on his skin, and he claims my mouth in response, twining his tongue with mine. 

The mix of spit and slick and sin on his tongue is incredible, and I desperately plunge my tongue deeper to taste more. Had I the composure to feel embarrassment, I'd be mortified, but all that matters right now is the feeling of Victor’s skin on mine. How deeply we can be connected.

Just as I’m beginning to completely lose myself in the feel of our lips and tongues melting into each other, Victor breaks away. He traces my swollen lips with his thumb before pressing them open, and I welcome the invasion. I suck hungrily on his thumb as it glides against my tongue, a lovely parallel to how his fingers played with me only moments before. 

Victor: “I have one more gift for you, beloved. Or, in light of your previous trickery, we’ll say it’s a part of your punishment.”

His thumb never leaving my mouth – never allowing me to voice a protest – Victor pulls out what looks like a thick ribbon from his pocket. It’s a shimmering, silky fabric so black that it seems to absorb the moonlight more than it reflects it. When Victor’s thumb leaves my mouth and his palm covers my eyes, I realize how that stretch of fabric could be both a gift and a punishment. 

Victor: “I’ll take your sight just as you stole mine. My beautiful robin has always been determined to face darkness head on, so you’ll accept your punishment without flinching, won’t you?”

He ghosts his lips over mine once again, asking that same, silly question, and I give him the same answer. This time, our kiss is brief, and it seems Victor has truly run out of patience. His movements are so quick that I hardly notice the transition from his palm to the silky fabric meeting my skin. The ribbon is tied, and I’m truly engulfed by darkness. Not even a single moonbeam peeks through to guide me. 

If I’d thought the sensations Victor gifted me before were intense, it was only out of ignorance. Without my sight, everything seems even more vivid.

The cord gently rubbing against my wrists. The cool air breezing past my womanhood. Victor’s insistent hands on my skin. The sound of our rapid breaths in the air. All of it is simply more in the dark. So much more that when I hear the sound of Victor’s belt clattering to the floor and feel him press against my core, I’m sent straight back to the edge of bliss.

My hips rise to meet him, and as Victor slowly sinks into me, I can’t help but whimper and writhe at the feel of him. I'm stretched so full that it's nearly painful despite what a mess he'd made of me. His silky hair brushes against my skin as his hips finally meet mine. We groan in harmony at the connection, the relief of finally acting on our desire. 

Victor remains still inside me and trails a line of kisses down my neck. When his lips brush past my breast, I arch into him. His tongue slowly drags against my sensitive skin before he latches on and begins to suck. A hand snakes its way down my belly straight to where we’re joined together. His thumb, still wet with my spit, presses lightly against my clit and-

Kate: Victor! Ahhh!

The slight pain of him stretching me full gives way to a rampant need. I’m at the cusp of a climax, and his hands and mouth simply aren’t enough. When my hips rise off the desk, something in the air snaps like a cord drawn too tight.

There’s a moment of emptiness when Victor leaves me completely. Before I have a chance to protest he sheathes himself even deeper inside. My back is crushed against the desk and he rocks against me, and I’m finally gifted the friction we both desperately need. Victor’s moans melt with my own as his arm loops around my arched back. I couldn’t put distance between us if I tried.

The slow rocking of his hips hastens, and I wrap my legs around his waist, the soft texture of his clothes rubbing against my bare skin. Our chorus of panting moans are punctuated by the creaking of the desk beneath us. With each thrust I feel that the throb at my core build and build until – 

Kate: “Nnngh! Ah!”  

It’s like a dam breaking as I come undone. My toes curl as the pleasure washes over me. When I come back to myself, I realize I’m achingly empty.

Kate: “Victor?”

A low grunt at my neck is all I receive in response before a hot liquid spreads across my stomach.

(Oh.)

Victor releases my body with a sigh, and without his support at my back I sink into the desk. His. We both catch our breath for a moment before I feel him playing with the hair at my neck. I can feel my body start to sink into a lethargic high. I’m spent, and I raise up off the desk slightly to plant soft kisses on Victor’s neck. I feel the muscles in his throat working as he swallows before he speaks.

Victor: “Are you alright, dearest?”

I hum into his neck, blissfully contented. “Alright” can’t even begin to describe the ecstasy he’d just given me. 

Victor: “Good.”

He growls out his answer and lifts me off the desk. This time I’m comfortably lying in his arms as opposed to slung over his shoulder, so I relax into his grip. I lean my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as I sink further into what’s quickly becoming a bone-deep tiredness.

I sway only slightly as he walks to his next destination, wherever that may be. I don’t even think to ask him where we’re going, because surely we’ll be going to bed. Victor is shockingly strong, but even he must be tired after that.

A short time passes before the sound of a door opening pulls me back to my senses. I’m gently laid on what I have to assume is a bed.

Kate: “Vic, where are we?”

Victor: “My room.”

I let out a silent breath of relief and allow myself to relax into the mattress. I’ve rarely visited Victor’s room, but there’s an immediate comfort in knowing that I’m nestled in his space. The faint sent of him clinging to sheets only lulls me further toward sleep. I wiggle my way up the bed to find a pillow only to realize my hands are still bound. 

Kate: “Could you undo the rope now, Vic?”

The only answer I receive is the sound of rustling fabric followed by a light thump as something hits the floor. 

I don’t hear him coming. One moment I’m alone on the bed, and the next I’m face down, hips up, caged in Victor’s arms again.

There’s no prelude. No reassurances. Just the pull of his hand tugging my hair before his lips crash into my own. His tongue licks at my lips, insistent and impatient. His entire body is coiled like a spring with the tension of holding himself back, waiting for my answer. 

When I part my lips to accept him, his tongue invades my mouth. 

This isn’t a kiss anymore. It feels like he’s trying to swallow me whole. 

Kate: “Mmmh!”

My shrill cry is lost in the tangle of our tongues as Victor slams into me. He wastes no time and thrusts into me rapidly, pistoling in and out with such force that the bed is shaking beneath us. 

When he took me on his desk I could call that making love. This is different. The slap of his flesh against mine is too beastly to be called loving. It’s like I’m being rutted by an animal, but the words of praise he whispers into my ear are still so sweet. So painfully affectionate.

You’re doing so well for me.

You’re so beautiful, dearest.

You feel so good around my cock.

Perfect. Heavenly. Divine. Delicious. 

Mine.

A sharp pain marks my shoulder, and the sensation of his teeth digging into my flesh sends me over the edge. White sparks dance in the void of my vision, and my legs fail to support me through the ecstasy. 

But I don’t fall. Victor’s arm cages me to him, his pace never slowing as he continues to relentlessly fuck his ownership into my body. 

It’s too much to bear. I beg him again to release my hands, to let me see him in this moment of total surrender.

Kate: “Please! Pleasepleaseplease, Victor. I need you!”

Victor: “Bloody hell.”

His curse is more of a bestial growl, but when he lets me fall to the bed and pulls my head into his kiss, it’s filled with the adoration he’d showered on me through his words. Without breaking our kiss he unties the cords from my wrists and the blindfold from my eyes. His body weight leaves my back, and I whine at the empty, cold feeling he leaves behind. 

Finally free to touch him again, I turn onto my back and wrap my hands around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. Our eyes meet, and for a fraction of a second I lose myself in the deep blue of his gaze. He’s fiercely beautiful in this moment, his unmasked desire as delectable as it is dangerous. With no more masks between us, he’s finally allowed me to see the darkness he’d so carefully hid from me.

(I love him.)

And I need him. I need to feel him sink back into me. To fill me and take me and push me past the edge of the cliff I’m standing on yet again. 

That short moment of reverie is broken as the snap of his hips mercilessly grants my wish. My nails dig into his shoulders at the feel of being fucked full, and I rake them across his skin. He answers my assault by trying to pound me into the floor. The sound of the headboard knocking into the wall thumps in time with the wet, sloppy sounds of Victor’s cock rearranging my insides. Everything I have squeezes around him, saying this isn’t enough. Demanding we become even closer. 

Everything mixes together. Our breath. Our sweat. Our pleasure. Our pain. In this moment of poisonous bliss I can't tell where he ends and I begin. It's incredible and delicious and powerful and-

My vision flares white yet again as Victor calls out my name, spilling his pleasure deep within me. I scream out my release in harmony with him while my body clamps down on him and milks his cock for every spurt of seed. 

The hands caging my thighs release me, and my hands plop to my sides. Victor falls to my side and pulls me into his chest. I feel like a lump of dough that's been thoroughly kneaded as my head swims through the aftershocks of my orgasm. The sound of his heartbeat is the last thing I recognize before my vision gives way to darkness.

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Vogel profile voice line translations: Darius Vogel 🪽

these are translations of all three voice lines that are accompanied with their character profiles in-game. translations may not be 100% accurate or contain creative freedom due to characterization purposes. please reblog, but do not repost!

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 01 ⠀ᰋ

Hello there, to the Cursed ones and others.

How would you like to create a wonderful world together with me?

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 02 ⠀ᰋ

I love you, so veeryy much ♡

Ehe, it feels good, doesn’t it? Come now, let me hear more of you.

——for I’ll kill the bird that doesn’t cry.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 03 ⠀ᰋ

If there truly is such a thing as ‘love’ in this world, then you prove it to me.

Until the very end, make me believe in it.

( darius🪽 ╱ nika🍒 ╱ ring💍 )

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ cv, shigematsu chiharu ┊ char profile tl. ╱ 𐙚 interested in vogel? @char_cards @cast_impressions

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Also had these screenshots from Gilbert's route where Nokto and Clavis were basically like "MC you're in danger girl 👀💧" and when Nokto says that that's saying a lot....

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ROYAL TIMES

— A Journalist's Notes

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Warnings and FAQ

I had suspicions about their excessively upright reason for visiting England, so I investigated further and came across classified information.

Their hidden true motive was to deepen their knowledge of curses and the associated abilities.

That's right, Vogel is a group of researchers whose motto is “the power of curses for a pleasant society”. Their Chief, Darius, as well as members Nica and Ring were all cursed.

Despite their extremely friendly attitudes, there was a “lie” they were hiding���.

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Roger Barel’s PV: Initial Thoughts

After watching Roger’s PV, I have so many things to say, and no not just about Vogel. This will contain route spoilers to Ellis route, so it’ll be below the cut.

Pared Down Overall PV Synopsis: About a week into her fairytale keeper duties, Vogel visits Crown and starts stirring things up. She is acting as Roger’s assistant, and apparently there’s a warrant for his arrest. First and foremost, look at our guys. They look AMAZING as they square off with Vogel:

Sorry if the image is crappy, but oh well. Anyway, while it’s exciting to start a new chapter in IkeVil, I’m also kind of……what’s the word……not sad, but possessive (?)….. over our guys. Putting my marriage to Jude aside, I’m speaking about the guys as a whole. True, they aren’t going anywhere and it’s nice to progress towards new curses and territory, but wow, I’m feeling a little bit possessive over our guys. It’s like they are PEAK to me. They set the bar, and then these new guys roll in. I’m not quite sure how to put my finger on it. Am I crazy here or….?

A part from that, it’s nice to see Harry being featured. Apparently, Vogel is devious and obviously sus, so his ability will come on handy! I read that Nica likes money and power, potential Jude admirer, rival?

Ring is apparently Darius’ puppet. Why? Why him and not both he and his twin??

Ok, next:

We all know Roger will do anything and everything to find a way to break their curses, that includes betraying Crown. In Ellis’ route, he openly discusses their curses with Ellis’ father Matthew, and Kate is taken aback basically wondering, “Whoa, bro can you do that?!” So, it wouldn’t surprise me if he essentially betrays Crown and England while joining hands with Vogel. Which leads me to Victor. He looks hurt to me in the PV (most likely because of Roger’s betrayal if that’s the case.) Either way, we know just how much he cares about the Crown boys. And honestly, for as cheerful as he is, he is the loneliest imo. I got those vibes from him in a recent CE story where he tells Kate, he’s afraid of it all ending (his relationship with Crown). The point I’m making with that is if Roger betrays Crown and it starts to crumble inside out, Victor is essentially losing his family. And that hurts my little heart.

This scene:

So much could be happening. Did he betray Kate??? Or is this the moment when he betrayed Ellis’ cursed predecessor, thus making him semi-protective of Ellis?? I’d love to know. That question has been burning in my mind since I read Ellis’ route. What were the circumstances and why did you betray that person, causing them to be shot to death??

Just some quick thoughts. Can’t wait to learn more!!

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ROGERRRR YESSSSSSS

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I've heard a lot of "Victor is the queen!" and "Victor is the queen's sibling / twin!" theories...

But what about this? (Complete speculation)

Victor is the queen's secret best friend since childhood. She gave him a name, and he swore to be her "knight", to always protect Her Excellency. Although it may have seemed to be a joke back then, he still takes it seriously. Victor can't always be by her side, but he does what he can.

He knows how the queen dies. She's been becoming weaker and weaker as the years go on. So he cherishes her above all else, whether romantically or platonically.

Victor can't bring himself to kiss Kate. After his long dedication to Her Highness, he can't bring himself to pledge himself to anyone else. Even if the queen wants him to move on.

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Alfons Sylvatica Chapter 6 Semi-Summary

This is a fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is an extremely pared down SUMMARY of each chapter. I am roughly translating this with out much research other than specific lines from certain scenes. Why? Because it's a huge task to translate a main route chapter line by line. So, this is what we're working with, and I appreciate your understanding ♥︎ Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my summaries elsewhere. Minors: Please DNI or consume this content. CW: Dub-Con Dividers: @/natimiles

Kate, Roger and Liam walk into the dimly lit bar that was filled with the scent of smoke, alcohol and perfume. Liam suggested that they all go into the bar with disguises to blend in more, so she put on a hat and glasses that Liam coordinated for her. They lurk and search for Alfons with their glances, when someone tells Alfons that they want to see another one today and Alfons calls them impatient as he’s only on his first drink, and to wait until he’s a little less sober. Kate spots him with lots of women hanging onto him, and many men are around chatting and laughing, while they smoke something that Kate isn’t sure if it’s a cigarette or not.

Roger looks disappointed saying he’s at it again today while Liam observes that it looks like he’s just getting started. Kate realizes that their one night stands are just drop in the bucket compared to this dizzying experience, not that the prick she feels in her chest actually means anything to her. She tells Liam and Roger that this isn’t exactly a weakness of his and they agree because it’s common knowledge that Alfons goes around on the social scene. As she watches him through her lenses, she can tell that while he is smiling, he’s not really smiling because even his pleasant smile looks so cold to her. The discomfort she felt in her chest before comes back, because he appears to be here in order to let loose, but she doesn’t feel that’s the case. Roger asks her if she’s worried about Alfons, she says that she’s not worried, but some how she feels like his heart isn’t there sometimes, and that for someone who says he likes to have fun doesn’t seem to be having fun, so she is curious.

Soon she spots Alfons leaving the back of the bar with a few others, and when she tells the guys to follow him, Roger suggests that she doesn’t follow him out that back door. Liam says that they may catch him doing something naughty, and Roger agrees, but Kate goes anyway. In the alley, Kate can hear the voices of the men and women grow louder as she climbs up further the battered stairs, and reaching the door from where the voices are coming from, she finds thinly veiled canopied beds with several men and women entering them.

Alfons: …..Heh. You’re a very bad girl for following me all the way here.

Kate: !?

Alfons emerges from behind a curtain and slips his hand around her waist.

Kate: Alfons!

A sweet aroma fills the room and when it hits her mouth, she can’t tell if it’s a smoke or vapor, but when she inhaled it deeply her vision wavered dizzily.

Alfons: You’re following me was so obvious. You shouldn’t have done that robin.

Kate can’t even respond to him because his voice sounds both very near and far from her. A woman who is dressed in lingerie asks Alfons who the girl he is with, and they are sure she’d love to play with them since she’s probably been through something too and she can forget about it in a place like this. Alfons agrees with the woman and he asks Kate if she wants to join too. Kate’s thoughts are hazy and she can’t think clearly, but here senses are extremely sensitive. Alfons’ fingertip creeps through the gap in her blouse causing her body to feel excited. She finally is able to answer him with a struggle.

Kate: Oh…..please…..don’t…..don’t………..

Woman with Long Black Hair: Hehe…a first reaction….Can I touch too?

Alfons: No, you can’t. She’s my new favorite.

Woman with Long Black Hair: Yeah?? That’s so rare……

Kate starts losing her strength in her arms and legs.

Alfons: As usual, you’re defenseless.

Alfons traces the curves of her body and reaches in between her legs, which causes Kate to react with heat flooding into her, and boasts that he knows every nook and cranny of her feel-good spots.

Alfons: We have an unusual relationship after all….right?

He looks her in the eyes as he asks that question and her thoughts slowly realized that it was probably something she inhaled that has increased her body’s sensitivity.

Kate: N-stop…..ah……uh…no…no….

Alfons: ….Ah, stop making you wet.

Alfons: Maybe you were expecting something when you chased me from the bar?

Kate: Hoping, something like……No, I wasn’t!

Alfons: Really? …..You’re not just being stubborn?

He tells her that he heard that this scent enhances certain emotions, but in her case she’s being her usual stubborn self.

Alfons: I’ll reveal your true intentions to you.

(What?)

Alfons quickly looks around and on one bed, there are cocktail glasses, an earring, corsets and garter belts and then he picks up a hand mirror, and spins Kate around to face another mirror, where he exposes her to see herself down below. His fingers wriggle behind her skirt, open a gap between her underwear and he begins to invade her wet spot. The sight was confusing and shameful and Kate wanted to run away.

Kate: No……

Alfons: But, it feels really good doesn’t it?

The truth was that he was right and even the sight of her own lasciviousness in the mirror becomes a sight to set her body on fire, which throws her into more confusion.

Alfons: Don’t waste your time trying to find my weakness, it’s something that isn’t there.

Alfons: Surrender to pleasure.

Kate: Oh, oh, oh………

The sound of her voice mixes and mingles with the sounds of her wetness and the other voices and laughter that fill the room. She could no longer stand and fell onto a canopied bed.

Alfons: You want to feel better don’t you?

She stares at his smile as he hovers over her. The touch of the sheets on her back, his breath coming closer, the feel of his hand creeping through the hem of her disheveled clothes.

(……In this bed, Alfons has been doing things like this for a long time now.)

(How many….time? With who….?)

(Do you want to do the same thing with me……?)

Kate: …..

The moment she thought that, she pushed Alfons away.

Alfons: Oops.

Kate: …..I’m leaving!!

The hand mirror falls to the floor as she hurries off the bed, and even though she hears the sound of the mirror breaking, she doesn’t worry about it.

Alfons: I see. Take care on your way home.

Alfons was still lying on the bed when Kate turned around to say one final thing to him when she paused.

Alfons: What’s wrong? Do you want to continue?

Kate: ….

Kate: Drinking and staying up late is bad for you. If you do it, do it in moderation!

Saying the first thing that came to her mind, she turned on her heel and left without looking back.

Alfons: ………..

The door slammed behind Kate.

Alfons: ……Pfft, Ah-ha-ha!

No one was paying attention to Alfons as he clenched his stomach in laughter, and behind the scene, the same rowdiness continued.

Alfons: Ha……you’re really an idiot.

Kate darted out into the alley as she wobbled onto her feet and bumped into things when someone reached out to support her - it was Roger. Kate is upset that the tail failed and that Alfons is just living his life of pleasure, that she was cheated again, and that no matter what she can’t understand him. Liam notices that her breathing is labored and asks if she’s okay. She replies that she’s okay, but she isn’t going to give up. At the end of the day, she is still curious about his unpleasant smile.

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These two are dangerous.

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Get Drunk, Get Me Drunk, Drown - William Rex

And now for a somewhat proper translation after my brief summary. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

NSFW, Minors DNI

One day—

Liam: And then, Harry got drunk and started reading a book upside down. Keep it a secret, okay? He’ll get mad if he finds out.

While browsing the liquor on the shelves, he was telling me some of Crown’s drunken tales.

Liam: That reminds me, I’ve never seen Will drunk.

Kate: Apparently the only time he’s ever gotten absolutely drunk was when he was with Victor. I’d love to see it for myself.

Roger: Why not have him drink then?

Kate: Roger!

Roger: Some lil’ lady you are if you wanna see your lover get plastered.

Kate: …I just can’t miss out on how he’d look!

Roger: I got something for ya.

Roger grabbed a bottle off the shelf.

Liam: Wow, that’s a lot of alcohol! Are you sure that’s alright?

Roger: It’s drinkable, so it’s fine. This will definitely get William drunk. After that…well, you know.

Liam’s eyes gleamed with curiosity at Roger’s smirk.

Liam: I can’t wait for your reaction, Kate.

--

William: Ah, you’re here. You took your time.

Kate: Sorry, I got caught up in a conversation.

William: I’m not accusing you of anything. I’m glad you had fun. …And? What are you hiding?

Kate: Ah!

Will grabbed the bottle hidden behind my back and looked at it with interest.

William: This is…

Kate: Roger thinks it’ll get you drunk. Victor’s seen you get absolutely drunk before, but I haven’t. I was jealous.

I sneaked a glance at Will and saw a pleased smile…

William: So, what do you want to do, my little robin?

Kate: I want to see you drunk, but I also don’t want to burden you.

William: Hmmm? Is that how you really feel?

I couldn’t help but gulp at his words.

Kate: I think it’s “bad”.

William: Really?

(Those eyes are cunning)

Kate: …I want you to drink. I want to see a look I haven’t seen before

William: If you take responsibility for whatever happens when I get drunk, then I’ll meet your request.

Kate: Yes! Of course!

William: Haha…then, For the sake of my sweet lover, I’ll drink to my limit.

--

(This…)

Before my eyes was a somewhat disheveled Will sipping on his glass, cheeks stained red.

The overflowing seductiveness of it made me feel as if I was doing something “bad” despite not doing anything at all.

(I never thought I’d see Will in this state…)

William: Kate.

Will’s hand caressed my cheek—

William: “Kiss me on the lips”

Kate: Wi- Mnn!

My body moved on its own and I kissed Will on the lips, slipping my tongue in to taste the alcohol.

Kate: Why…ah…

He pushed my shoulder and I fell back onto the bed.

William: …I said you’d take responsibility for whatever I did. With your permission, I’d like to do whatever I want to you.

His blood-red eyes were filled with heat and pierced straight through me.

That alone made my body react.

William: Haha…It’s like you’re the one that’s drunk.

Kate: …Yes. I’m absolutely drunk on you.

William: Not a bad thing to say.

Kate: Mnnn

The way I squirmed and rubbed my lips together as he dropped kisses along my body didn’t escape Will’s notice.

William: …How about I punish the bad girl who’s being impatient.

The hand stroking my thigh removed my underwear before placing my hand between my legs.

Kate: Will…?

When I nervously called out his name, he kissed my cheek and gave a command that was the complete opposite of that calm look on his face.

William: “Don’t move your hand away until you’ve finished yourself 3 times by your own hand.”

Kate: Ahh, no way

My fingers began moving, making a mess of the area between my legs.

Kate: Mmm…ah…ahhh!

Wet sounds echoed in the room and my body arched up, but my fingers wouldn’t stop.

Kate: I came! Let me stop.

William: I said 3 times.

Kate: Will! Ahhhh

I bit my lip as my fingers brushed against a sensitive spot, but Will’s fingers violated my mouth, taking control—

Kate: Mmph!

William: Ah, you came again. Come on, one more time, Kate.

Kate: I can’t anymore! Mnnn

The moment I pressed down on my bud, my body was overcome with pleasure and my fingers finally left the spot.

Kate: Haaaa…haaa…

William: You’re still here, Kate.

A sadistic gaze pierced through me and I felt heat shoot straight to my core.

William: “You’re not allowed to pass out until I’m satisfied.”

I forgot to breathe as I was filled with pleasure, Will looking down at me in a trance.

--

William: Good morning, Kate.

Kate: Good morning…

(Will had me do a lot of things yesterday…)

I felt my body heat up again at the thought of how Will turned my body to mush with his power.

(I’m too embarrassed to even look at him)

I buried my face in Will’s chest and he gently patted my head.

William: How was I when I was drunk?

Kate: I’ve decided that I’m never letting you drink like that ever again.

William: Ahaha! But you didn’t hate it though?

Kate: Well…

Will’s eyes had the same heat as yesterday.

William: I’ll keep that in mind.

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Here is Jude's drunken story with ZERO GUARANTEES MADE - this will not be entirely accurate, both by design and by accident. Enjoy my shitbrained version of a summary 💕

Jude and Ellis are assigned a mission to investigate/deal with rumors that a certain bar is engaging in human trafficking - getting women drunk and then selling them. Kate, being our do-gooder, asks if she can help of course, and Jude suggests she can go undercover as an employee if she wants to help. Kate is like, I'm sorry whut?? But Jude just smirks and challenges her - she said she wanted to help, is she gonna back out of it?

Kate declares she'll do it and thus finds herself employed at the bar, albeit more than a little nervous about flying solo on this. A fancy-looking fellow walks in and looks around before taking a seat at the bar, and the manager calls to Kate.

She bustles over and the fancy man says it looks like she's working hard - how about he buys her a drink as a reward?

She's handed a glass and recalls how the MO here is to get girls drunk and then sell them, so she hesitates. Sleazy Fancy Man says if she can't drink it he'll ‘help’ her, and she's spluttering for him to please stop as he begins forcing the glass to her mouth. The moment it touches her lips though she hears -

“The hell ya doin’?”

Shocked, Kate watches as Jude suddenly appears, grabs the glass, and downs the whole thing himself. Equally as shocked is Fancy Man, who immediately tries to scramble away before promptly being sent sprawling, tripping over Jude's foot. A smirking Jude says he seems to be pretty scared - what's he trying to hide? Oh right, can't just come out and say you're trying to buy a girl can you?

Ellis takes down the manager as he's trying to haul ass out of the bar too, and with a sadistic grin Jude kicks the dude in the side of the face and gleefully suggests they spill their guts.

After they've confessed and the bar has been shut down, Jude has Ellis take the two men away. He and Kate are walking back home, but she notices he's been uncharacteristically quiet. Usually he'd have been busy bitching her out by now, but tonight it's just crickets. And the moment she opens her mouth to say something, reaching out to him, his whole body sorta lurches.

Kate’s all JUDE! and she steadies him, noticing his breath is hella hot on her cheek as she does. She's like, holy crap are you sick??!

Jude calls her an idiot for even suggesting that, but he's standing there in kind of a daze, face red as he tells her - “There was something in the drink.”

Kate commences freaking out harder, all OMG WHUT ARE YOU OKAYYYY and earns Jude griping at her to quit her noisy-ass shouting. She tells him they gotta get him to Roger ASAP, and giving him her shoulder she hauls ass back to the mansion and Roger's basement.

Surprised to see them, Roger asks if Jude got hurt but Kate hurriedly explains the situation and Roger gives him an exam. He says there's nothing major going on, just that the drink had something in it that amplifies alcohol - makes you drunker faster. Nothing to worry about.

Kate's hella relieved, and Roger summarily boots them outta his lab, saying he doesn't have time to babysit drunk people AKA Jude is her problem now.

Since her room is closest, Kate drags Jude there. She's about to go grab him some water when he calls out an ‘Oi’

- and when she turns to ask what's up she suddenly finds herself flat on her back on the bed, Jude straddling her. He's like…JFC woman you seriously have zero concept of danger don't you?

His large hand caresses her stomach and works her blouse up, and Kate gasps out - what are you doing??? As she's sorta flailing, Jude grabs her and easily pins both wrists above her head with his other hand.

“...Why were you gonna drink it?” He asks, deapan. Kate sputters that she WASN'T going to, which only makes Jude scowl. “You had your mouth on it.”

“Why did you drink it?” Kate fires back.

His answer is to put his free hand back on her stomach, and Kate can't help the involuntary little squirm she makes at the feel of his warm fingers. Jude smirks and calls her dirty for getting all excited, which Kate vehemently denies…all the whole totally aware of how her embarrassment shows in her eyes.

Jude gets his patented sadistic look on his face as he asks if dat pussy she wants to be well and truly pounded...and when he lowers his mouth to lick her stomach, she can't stifle her cry.

Then, serious expression back, Jude tells her this'll be a good learning opportunity for such a hella perv - just before he bites down on her stomach, hard.

The sudden sensation has her whole body seizing up, her sight wavering, unable to tell what is pain and what is pleasure. Both all jumbled up.

“You really…” Jude starts to say something, but before he can finish, his whole body gives out and he flops down atop her. Kate panics, then realizes as he winds up holding her that he's passed the fuck out, peaceful expression and all. The complete mood change from moments earlier has her totally drained, unable to do much more than watch him sleep. Wrapped in his arms and the scent of tobacco and sandalwood she closes her own eyes too.

The next morning she wakes up, all uncomfortable, and realizes she's got a Jude blanket - his arms still around her and remembers he passed out like that, holding her. As she starts struggling to get free of his embrace, Jude wakes up and asks wtf she's doing.

FULL ON AWKWARD she's got Jude eye contact up close and personal as she manages a ‘good morning’ which he promptly scoffs at. And she tries not to think too hard about how sad she feels when he lets go of her…but as she watches him pour a glass of water something comes back to her.

“Why did you drink that drink yesterday?” She presses again.

Jude’s all, ehhhhh? Before brushing it off as the fact that if he'd dumped it out there'd have been no evidence so he'd taken it himself instead as proof basically. And he offers to get her some of the stuff if she wants it so badly and pour it down her throat.

Kate (who by now we're all aware can totally see through him) thinks how she KNOWS he most likely just did it to protect her.

Jude puts his coat back on and scowls. “You brought me all the way back here, and had that quack take a look at me…so we'll call things even between us.”

He stalks out of the room with that, leaving behind a stunned Kate. Sitting up tho she winces, and looks down to find a raw bite mark on her stomach. She traces it with her fingers, heat running through her as she does, then smashes her face into the pillow in a state of WHAT THE FUCK, ME?? mortified. Convinced she's not gonna even begin to forget about last night until those marks fade away.

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No Kate let him finish :(

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the new ikevil villains are just the heathers

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MY EXACT THOUGHT

Why is he giving??

Is it just me who see it…?