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I personally think there's a bit of a stigma towards "poster boys" in otome games that the poster boys have bland personalities and not as exciting as other love interests in their respective games. I feel it's the same case for Ikemen Prince. Like Leon who is an all-around the perfect husband and generally a green flag, and thus his character is deemed "ordinary" by some players. Of course, not ikemen series game has this, but as someone who plays a lot of otome games, especially on Switch, I observed that usually the poster boys are not the most popular, sometimes even the least popular by fans. Heck, some of the new players I've seen only play the game for the popular characters and not the first 3 characters which, of course it's not bad. Everyone can freely choose who to pick, but it feels unfair that they treat Leon as ordinary or boring when they haven't read his route yet, and only rely on snippets of him in other routes.I personally love Leon because he's such a comfort character to me. He's the reason I play the game and until now, he's still my top 1. He shines even in the other routes and he's plenty entertaining. My favorite moment of him outside his route was Gilbert's romantic route where he stepped up for Emma when no one did.

One thing I've been wondering...where does the impression that Leon is unpopular with players come from? Just because something isn't the most popular, doesn't mean it's UNpopular.

As far as I can tell looking at the past election results, he's placed pretty much middle of the pack, and JP and EN players have basically the same feeling towards him. Yet I keep seeing people talking about him like it's a given he's unpopular.

Is it just because he's in the middle and doesn't have as many whale backers?

Was there something specific that happened that caused it that can actually be pointed to?

Or was it something like popular players projecting their own feelings for him onto the playerbase in general and that becoming an accepted belief?

Is it just because the Chev fans are so vocal and Leon is more or less his rival so people take that to mean he can't be liked?

Or people taking others criticizing his route to mean they dislike him as a character?

[signorinafrancesca]

hop on over if you're interested in upcoming virche-centric fan projects!

[signorinafrancesca]

So I keep seeing this game around, don't know anything about it, but now I'm curious.

So, consider this an invitation to gush / ramble about the game / series / William himself? 👀

Oh boy, oh my god.

Ok let's start with the basics: [pr manager voice] Ikemen Villains is the latest installment of Cybird's ikemen series, a series of otome games that has been going around for quite a while; for each game, they pick one general theme and build the suitors/world around it. For example: Ikemen Vampire = vampires, Ikemen Prince = princes, etc. They're fairly easy games to play, they don't demand much of your time (unless you're trying to rank in an event, but that's a story for another day). And if you're patient, they're okay if you're planning to be f2p. You can read all routes for free, you'd just have to be picky about what "premium" stuff you get.

All of that aside: I've been playing Cybird games for years, but it was only recently that I joined the fandom space rather than stay in my corner, and that was bc of ikemen villains. I've seen Cybird's writing grow, I'm not going to say they're like amazing at it, but I've always enjoyed it and even back when it was Midnight Cinderella I could see what they were trying to do even if it wasn't perfectly executed. Ikemen Villains though... it was such a fresh take against what Cybird usually does that I kind of fell for it immediately. It's unapologetically dark while still playing around with some of Cybird's favorite tropes. It's something that feels brand new to them and I love that. Aside from an arguable two "little meow meows", the suitors are villains, and there isn't much room for sugarcoating things which I really like. You're not fixing them either.

William in particular is such a deviation from their usual "poster boy" I was blindsided. Poster boy routes are supposed to introduce you to the game and show you what it's all about, and sadly a lot of the time they end up being pretty predictable routes (and by consequence boring). William wasn't. This is all my biased opinion ofc, but even I wasn't expecting to enjoy his route as much as I did. Mind you, it's not for everyone!!! And pay attention to the route warnings, thankfully they did add content warnings to the routes of some suitors so you know what to avoid if necessary. But AAAAaa I don't really know what to say I'm rambling at this point..

If morally gray (more black than gray tbh) suitors with a slightly unhinged mc is something that sounds interesting to you, then give ikevil a try!!! Again, there's lots of different opinions on each suitor and that's why there's 9 (soon to be 12), so you've got lots of villains to pick from and see if one of them catches your eye.

Personally, I read William's route first and never looked back despite the fact that I'd been looking at Ellis before the game dropped. But sometimes you don't pick your faves, they pick you 😔 oh lord I rambled so much and idk if any of this was helpful.

me when I'm asked to talk about Will.

[signorinafrancesca]

Moments from Ellis's route. Ellis is sure didn't know about "respectful distance✨" but still love this moment.

I actually don't know which moments more interesting, so I thought I'm going to ask you guys to suggest any interesting scenes from Ellis's route (except spicy one 😂 I can't draw that, I can only read)

p.s : I knew it that I forgot to add his necklace!!! aaaa! Oh well...

[signorinafrancesca]

why does he looks like he's crying?🥺 Those droplets looks like tears to me😭😭

[signorinafrancesca]

Hey fronds, moots, and followers.

Life has gotten really complicated with the T-bag in office, and I'm giving a little update along with asking for help.

My wife, child, and I had plans to move to Japan in 3 months. We've been planning this for years and literally just have to wait for our visa to enter Japan.

I am nonbinary. Every piece of identification I have says I don't have a gender. Do you see what I'm getting at?

The fascist in charge has launched a campaign against trans women, and in doing so has said that I do not exist. "There are only two genders and they cannot be changed." Every ID I have is now illegal or will soon be.

Worried that we wouldn't be able to leave the country by air in less than 3 months' time, we fled north. This, of course, means we are now homeless and attempting to manage in Canada with no support.

Our extended stay housing takes 80% of our limited income. That leaves only a few hundred dollars for food for 3 people, one who is chronically ill and also has kidney disease (meaning a very restricted diet), and our kiddo who is a teen and growing.

That's not counting medication, phone service, or gas.

We're just trying to get by until May.

If you can manage to donate something, my ko-fi is still functional and connects to my PayPal. PP and cash app email is butterfly (dot) rjm (at) gmail (dot) com. CA is also ($)RJMoneyApp.

Like, look, I know it's hard for a lot of people. I know I also have an income that is helping keep a roof over our head. But I also know that our typical grocery bill far exceeds the money we're not paying for shelter, and I don't want to have to choose between 3 people living in a car in Canada in February or being able to feed ourselves.

Thank you for reading and any help you can give. Even just reblogging would help.

[signorinafrancesca]

licht sequel release~~~ 💙🐺

[signorinafrancesca]

IKEVIL SLANDER 🗣🔥

I had more in mind but I didnt want to make the vid too long :,) Maybe I'll do another part 🤔

(Also I dont know how things on tumblr work, I only started using it recently cus of ikevil hope it doesn't feel out of place💥)

[signorinafrancesca]

Spirit of Sadness*

Can't believe it's already the third anniversary of the @flash-exchange 💛 This is my gift for lovely @rinaririr. I hope it will remind you how strong and talented you are!

Character: Leonardo

Prompt: You cannot see the light without darkness

*the title of Le Gallienne's poem

Today is that day. 

Human life iridesces like a diamond in the sun. Versatile, bright and eternally beautiful. But when the rain comes, even gems get dirt on them. 

You can't call yourself a sad person. Surely, life gives you lots of lemons, but somehow you’ve learned to make the very best lemonade out of them. Most of the time, at least. 

Yet, sometimes days like this occur. When suddenly the last pack of sugar is gone, and lemons are sour. When the rainfall turns the golden forest in front of Comte’s mansion into a mess of dirty green and ochre. When the brush in your hand no longer follows your command no matter how much you dip it into the deep blueness of oil paints. 

Covering your face with your hands, you try to find a specific rhythm to breathe. Darkness makes your senses stronger, ears and nose catching what eyes can't see. The sound of old wooden clocks. The cracking of the fireplace. Time runs but moves nowhere, so you give yourself permission to cry, warming icy hands with hot tears.

A sudden rush of wind brings you the smell of wet leaves and the melancholy of autumn. Being forced to hang in the air for a split second, you end up in the comfort of your lover's embrace, covered from tip to toe with his endlessly long, endlessly wide coat.   

“He’s caught in the rain. That's why the scent of cigarillos didn't warn me of his presence,” is the only rational thought produced by your tired mind.

“What’s happened?” he sounds unbothered. His long calloused fingers are playing with your hair, a habit he shows when feels nervous.

You’re searching for the right words to come, and Leonardo gladly gives you as much time as you need, lulling you with deep murmuring and gentle touches. 

At some point you accept your defeat and say what’s been on your mind for quite a long time.

“It’s just that sometimes I feel so much doing so little. Today I haven’t drawn a single sketch. But time goes by, and I feel as if it leaves me behind, while others live their lives to the fullest.”

Wiping a tear, you continue.

“And it makes me feel so guilty, so ashamed of myself. The world is full of so many problems that are way more important than mine. Still, I can't get rid of this pain, and it scares me that someday…this dark feeling will never leave.”

You’ve run out of words, and the last of them vanish in the air like the sound of cork pulling out of an emptied bottle. The silence isn't uncomfortable, and you’re grateful that Leonardo allows you to come to yourself.  

The room becomes less dark when he lights a cigarette, creating a puff of sweet smoke. The man’s deep voice sounds like a lullaby, and you press yourself closer to his wide chest, where it’s safe, where it's home.

“I’m an engineer, cara mia, and hardly know a thing about art and stuff.”

A weak smile, the only one you’ve had on this never ending day, carves your lips.

“...but lemme say this. No vehicle is safe to use if you ignore the rumble. Humans are way more difficult than vehicles. And so are their feelings. Learn to accept them, reveal them, that's the only way you don't destroy yourself from within. Happiness doesn't come when sadness is neglected.”

“So, in other words…you cannot see the light without darkness?” you mumble, enjoying the feeling of his voice, scent, words and touch getting through your skin.

A hoarse chuckle is your response. “Couldn’t say it better. You’re good with your words, principessa.”

You slowly sink into the healing yet still so painful abyss of dreams, listening to the melody of Leonardo’s heartbeat. His arms are on your waist, warm, almost hot. Lumiere’s tail tickles your legs. The night is finally kind. 

There are indeed days when you have to face your demons. But if you have people ready to stand with you no matter what, then this battle is worth fighting.   

[signorinafrancesca]

'I Want To Know Every Inch Of You' Collection Event

Ellis Twilight

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

♡ thank you @/candied-boys for sharing the story ♡

I was asked by Victor to take the body measurements of the members of Crown for health management purposes and examination—.

The first person I went to was Ellis because he was the easiest to request the favour from, and I was right.

He was very cooperative, and so I was able to quickly take his body measurements.

Kate: Thank you for cooperating, Ellis. I’m done measuring your upper body.

Ellis: That’s great. By the way, Kate, there’s something that's been bothering me…

Ellis: Can you lend me your hand for a little while?

Kate: …? Sure, here you go.

As I wondered what Ellis was going to do, his hand overlapped with mine—

Ellis guided my hand to his chest that was exposed for me to measure… and placed it against his bare skin.

Ellis: … You’re welcome to touch my body if you’re interested in it.

Kate: Huh!? W-Why…

Ellis: Because I noticed that you kept staring at my chest while measuring it… or was I mistaken?

Kate: You’re… not.

Ellis appeared to have a slender build with his clothes on, but when he removed them, his body was surprisingly manly—

While earnestly taking his measurements, I couldn't help admiring his thick chest and defined abdominal muscles.

(I was pretending to be calm, but he caught me… This is embarrassing…)

Ellis: Go ahead, you can touch me as much as you like.

Kate: E-Even if you say to go ahead…

Kate: Wow, amazing…!

(But I still think that letting someone touch your skin is something to be more reluctant about…)

(Is Ellis used to being touched…?)

It was a brief moment of enjoyment. My heart started fluttering at how defenceless Ellis was as he let me touch him unhesitatingly.

Ellis: What’s the matter?

Kate: Do you… let anyone do this as long as they ask to?

I regretted those words the moment they left my mouth.

I knew that Ellis was kind towards everyone, and yet my words sounded like I was reproaching him.

Ellis: …

Ellis: … It’s okay. I’ve never done anything that will worry you.

His response was vague, it seemed like he was answering my question but at the same time not really.

I noticed that he paused before responding.

(What sort of things would “worry me”? I was only kind of wondering if he had let people touch him…)

These little things Ellis said and did left an uneasy feeling in my heart, like sediments that had yet to settle down.

(I don’t have a reason to be feeling this way, so why am I…)

Ellis: If you’re still bothered by it… do you want to touch somewhere else?

Ellis: … This place is somewhere I really have never let anyone see or touch.

Ellis: It’s special for you, Kate.

Kate: Wha…

Ellis pulled my hand again.

The hand that had been touching his chest moved down his abdomen and stopped at… his waist.

Kate: Ellis…?

Ellis: Here, no one has ever touched me here and below.

Kate: U-Uhm… normally, this isn’t somewhere you should let just anyone touch, you know?

Ellis: What do you want to do, Kate?

Ellis: I want you to do what you want, instead of what’s considered normal or commonly done.

Ellis: I’m always thinking about how to make you happy.

Even though that was how Ellis felt about everyone, I was the only person in his eyes right now.

Kate: I…

(... If there’s anywhere on Ellis’ body that only I’m allowed to touch, then I want to touch it.)

The word “special” sounded so sweet to hear, it made me forget all about my previous response.

Ellis: … Do as you like.

At last, I gave him a small nod.

Ellis: We can take it slow. Let’s start with… the first joint of your fingers.

Was Ellis pulling my hand or was I doing it on my own? I didn't know that anymore.

It felt like a dream, like I was outside of reality, my fingers went under his bottoms.

Ellis: The second joint…

My fingers advancing into his bottoms felt his rough skin. It was hot and moist.

Ellis: Mm. … Fufu, got to the base of your fingers already?

Ellis smiled like a mischievous child who had played a succession prank.

Despite his innocence, it felt like I was doing something wrong… it scared me.

Kate: Um, I…

I came back to my senses and withdrew my fingers, lightly grazing against Ellis’ deepest part. (ahem)

Ellis: Nngh…

(...!)

Ellis: Sorry… I made a weird noise because it tickles.

Kate: I-It’s fine…

The small noise Ellis made was stuck in my ears.

(I’m the only one who can touch him here…)

(Was that cute noise he made just now only for me?)

I couldn't get it out of my mind, I wanted to touch him and hear it again.

(But if I go any further…)

Ellis: … If it’s good with you, touch me more.

Ellis took my hesitant hand and let me touch it again through his bottoms.

The part I touched was hot and needy, I gasped.

Ellis: Because it became like this… I want you to help me.

Kate: B-But… I’m in the middle of… taking your body measurements…

I remembered what the initial purpose of me being there was, and spoke in a voice that trailed off.

Ellis: Then… can you check here with your hands too? It won’t be a problem if it's for measuring, right?

Kate: … G-Got it.

(This is just an additional part of body measurements, just in case…)

Like a butterfly drawn to sweet flower nectar, I slid my hands under his bottoms again.

Ellis: … Haah…

I watched him while stroking it slowly, Ellis let out a hot frustrated sigh.

Ellis: K-Kate…

(... I’m strange. I can’t stop watching him.)

He looked so lovely and adorable losing his composure because of my hand, I wanted to see even more of it.

Driven by an urge to keep going, I varied the amount of strength exerted by my fingers to pleasure him.

Ellis: … ggh

Kate: Here…?

Ellis: Nn… so good…

Ellis bucked his hips slowly, rubbing himself against my hand.

It made me happy knowing that I wasn't the only one who wanted it.

(... I want to give him even more pleasure with my hands.)

It started out with only my fingers, so I went on to wrap my entire palm around his shaft and continued pleasuring him.

Ellis: …!

Kate: S-Sorry. Am I using too much force…?

Ellis: No… it's okay, it just feels so good.

Ellis: You can touch it however you like. … My “here” is exclusively for you, Kate.

(Exclusive for me…)

The fog I felt in my heart at the thought of Ellis letting someone else touch him cleared up.

(That’s right… I want to monopolise Ellis. I want him all to myself, and only myself.)

(I don't want to let anyone else see and touch him…)

I finally knew exactly what I was feeling, and so there was only one thing left for me to do.

As long as time permitted, I continued touching Ellis where only I was allowed to, and watched as he took shallow breaths.

[signorinafrancesca]

It's A Sin [William Rex/Reader]

Inspired by the piano scene from Pretty woman, and It's a Sin cover by Years & Years. Self indulgent, somewhat sex positive, William filth because I can.

3607 | CW: Female bodied reader, themes of sin and propriety, sex positive, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, consent, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie

The melodic sound of the piano filled Crown Castle.

Outside the walls the overcast day trapped everyone inside, the windows drenched with their captors, only seeming to tease at any hint that soon they would be free; breaks in the clouds, small beams of sunlight the keys to their escape, and yet never dangled long enough to ever be able to grab them.

The soft music was a welcome partner for the day. The notes soft and melancholic with a crescendo of hope which only fell deeper into the darkness that was always promised at the edge of every note. Will was not playing any piece specifically, just the notes to a rhythm that took his fancy, as was like him. He was, perhaps, the one person who did not mind the downpour outside.

His crimson eyes briefly flick to the large windows of the ballroom and the corner of his lips turn up.

Rain would not stop him if he so wished to leave the castle, why should it? It was not as though going out in something as simple as water falling from the heavens would kill him. Victor understood Will’s heart like this, his desire, his desperate need for freedom and for no rules that could stifle the way he lived, the way he wished to live. Anything he’d ever done, anything he’d ever do, and any place he’d been or would go to — they were all because he wanted to. Because that was how he wished to live his life. Free in nature, the word ‘no’ seemed to not exist in relation to the things he so desired.

And yet-

The doors open and the soft footsteps change his fingers on the keys. A gentle melody like the thrumming of a small robin’s wings. He notices your eyes widen briefly, footsteps faltering, and it’s enough to bring a small chuckle from his throat. Will shifts without a second thought making space for you on the piano stool as his fingers mix the new uplifting melody into his old one.

It doesn’t fit.

Your perfume fills his senses and you say nothing as you sit next to him, thigh pressed against his briefly before you pull it back as though you’d touched naked fire.

The music inspired by you is made of light. Pure and bright, full of hope and a future he perhaps can never dream of. His own refrain darker, free and yet lacking hope; a doomed end always lingering there. Darkness that only consumed the small bird.

It’s a sin.

That was all he could think.

For his selfish darkness to consume your light. For him to consume you. To want you, to need you, to long for you so much that it was as if all he could think about these days. To tie you to him in every sense of the word would be the greatest sin he would ever commit. To dye you so deeply crimson that you’d never get clean; so unthinkable that it was all he could think about.

You want him, too. He knows that. Your eyes always linger on him when he enters a room and you always seem to gravitate to wherever in the castle he is. He moves, you move. Will has noticed this more than once. He crosses one leg over the others and you will mirror him, he wonders if you know you’re doing it.

Right now you’re hyperaware of him, eyes focused on the way his long, slender and well manicured fingers dance across the ivory keys. Your body is stiff, but your lips are parted and from the corner of his eyes he can make out the way your tongue licks the bottom of your lip every now and then, how when his hand comes closer to you, when his arm brushes yours, your teeth sink into the soft plump of your lower lip. As always, you are restraining yourself from your desires.

That’s no good.

How would you react if he initiated things?

He wants to find out, so bad that Will finds the music faltering. You seem not to notice that he’s now playing with one hand until his cool skin is on your bare thigh. You’d not noticed, either, how your skirt had ridden up when you’d sat down, how almost all of your thigh is exposed —

A thick breath escapes you.

Will’s nails ghost across the soft flesh and your eyes flutter close. It’s a delightful torment. Attention so desperately craved and yet not enough; not even close. You want more, his hands all over your body in places you were always taught to not want. This was not who you were supposed to be. You’d been brought up differently; how to be pure in thought, in word, and in deed. As your breath hitches and Will’s fingers massage your plump thighs with more force, you can’t help but feel as if they didn’t quite succeed. What would your parents and teachers think if they saw you now? If they saw the things running through your mind?

How you want his tongue on your hot skin, how you want his fingers to bruise you, his lips to leave such beautiful red blooms on your skin, how you want your bodies to become one with no gap between either of you; impossibly close.

It’s a sin.

“Don’t think about it,” he breathes, music faltering as both of his hands come to your waist, to turn you to him.

Your cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, and your eyes hooded, heavy with an emotion he knows well. Will’s breath hits your lips, sweet and enticing. He doesn’t kiss you though and there’s a playful mirth in his eyes as he watches you; a challenge, he wants you to initiate it. To cast away your shame, your doubts — to fully give into your desires. Your needs.

Truthfully, he doesn’t feel as though he has the right to touch you.

Not with his hands.

They’re unclean. Covered in blood no matter how indirectly. The things he can do to someone, the way he can steal their free will from them, to take away everything they want and act the opposite. It terrifies him sometimes. All it would take is a simple command, to strip for him, to let him fuck you here and there, to scream his name so loud absolutely everyone will know just how badly he’s sinned this time.

But he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t desire that.

What he wants more deeply than he’s ever wanted before in his life, is for you to want him just as intensely that you cast aside all shame, all sense of sin, and all sense of innocence. If you are the one willing to jump deep into the darkness of his life, if you are the one who dyes yourself crimson, who stains yourself with the weight and blood of his wrongdoings then somehow, it feels different.

If it is your sin he is happy to be with you, to drag himself down into your depths, to lose himself in you so wholly and absolutely.

You swallow thickly.

Would it be wrong to close the gap between you both? You’re certain, positive almost, that there’s no stopping once you do. It won’t be a single kiss. You’ll need to indulge yourself in his body, to not stop until you’ve mapped every river and valley on his alabaster skin; edge ridge of muscle, each rivulet along which sweat would run from exertion.

Again, you swallow.

And, then, you press your lips to his.

Will’s reaction is instant to pull you into his lap and deepen the kiss. He wants you to feel no shame, he’s willing to drown himself in more wrong just to undo you from those mundane feelings. He doesn’t want you to hold back anymore, to not want something because it’s wrong to you; because you were taught different. He wants to teach you differently; that desire, that need, that giving into the things your heart wants is the most innocent of human acts that it’s so innately, well… human. There is no sin in these things; in walks in the rain, in extra desert after dinner, or even desert before dinner; there’s no sin anywhere, and certainly not in being wrapped in the arms and legs of another human. Of wanting warmth, wanting love, no matter how brief it is; man, or woman, neither, or perhaps both, there is never anything wrong with it.

So deeply he wants you to understand these things that he’s willing to take all your doubts and carry them instead. Long after you leave here, a new person living entirely based in the moment for the things you desire, he will still remember this. Even when all traces of his touch on your skin no longer exist, when all memories of how he undid you entirely with his fingers fade: he will remember. He will carry the burdens.

He kisses you deeply, your back pressing against the piano keys sending a cacophonous noise echoing through the ballroom, but it breaks neither of you out of your attentions to each other. One of his hands moves back to your thigh, sliding under your skirt to grip your bottom; the other moves up your blouse to free your breast from your corset. You gasp out at the feeling of his nails against your flesh; it feels so dirty there, so guilty —

Yet his lips move to your ears, his voice faint, as though he’s a ghost. “Focus on how good it feels.”

“Will-” you whimper out. “I feel so indecent.”

“Do you want to feel more indecent?” he breathes, pinching your nipple between two fingers and rolling it. You writhe against him sending a few more notes into the air. “Doesn’t it feel good to let go?”

“Will,” you whimper again as he pinches you again. It does feel good, you can’t deny that; but it goes against anything you’ve ever learned. There’s a temptation in your gut to ask him to use his power on you, to curse you to feel no shame in front of him, and yet there’s something deep in his eyes as you stare at them that tells you he wouldn’t indulge you in that, no matter how much you begged.

“I can’t free you from any shame.”

You shake your head. “Yes you can.”

“That’d only be temporary,” he breathes, catching your bottom lip in his teeth. His eyes remain fixed on yours, and one of his thighs lifts to press against your core. You gasp in response, heat pooling between your legs and cheeks, and gosh, just your whole body is burning up at his action. Shame, desire — it all mixes into one. “When you truly free yourself from the idea that this is a sin, I’ll indulge you.”

His promise sends a shudder through you.

Is such a thing possible?

What would other people think? If you sleep with a man you’ve known barely a month, one with no guarantee that there’d ever be anything more than casual sex until you never see him again —

“Only think about me,” he whispers, rubbing his thigh against you again. “Think about what you want. No one else is here. And,” he pauses, a sultry tone dripping from his words that it almost makes you lose any sense of composure. “Even if they were, there’s no shame to it, either. They are the ones with judgement, the ones trapped.”

“Will,” you breathe, rubbing yourself against him. “Need… you so badly.”

“Mm, yes, good,” he purrs.

As he kisses you again, he lifts you so you’re sat on the piano. The keys shift under your weight, any time you move to adjust to him, a jumbled mix of notes rings out. There’s something about the mismatched music that seems so right in this situation, watching as he undoes your blouse; a simple tug of the ribbon keeping it together, and another set of ununified notes.

Will takes no time to free your other breast, this time his teeth catch your nipple and he sucks hard. Your moan joins the notes this time, your hands reaching down to the piano to hold on to something. He’s attentive, when you’re sensitive he swaps to the other making sure to cover each inch of your exposed chest with his lips, biting and sucking red blooms wherever he can.

His hands, too, have not stopped his exploration. One vanishes up your skirt along the inside of your thigh, prodding your panties. He feels the wet spot building and chuckles wondering just how delightful you’d sound singing for him if he tasted you right there. He licks his lips, shrugging off his jacket as he sinks to his knees.

“Will…?”

No reply spills from his lips as he kisses your thighs. His lips burn there and you whimper; yet before you can close your legs, he presses his hands, gently, against your thighs to keep them over. He doesn’t tease for long before he’s pulled your panties down — but when he holds them up for you to see, the light in the room making the wet patch obvious you feel yourself burn with shame. To be so riled up by a man over a few kisses and touches, in such a place —

Before the thought that it isn’t right can come over you, his mouth finds your wetness. Will gives you no time, either, to get used to the new sensation before adding more to it; his tongue thrusts inside of you, running along your walls and pulling louder and louder moans from you as you shift your weight.

More notes, more moans. His name from your lips the most beautiful melody he’s ever created.

His lips wrap around the sensitive bud there that you know all too well since coming here. You’ve touched yourself a few times, imagined your hands as his almost every time and yet you’ve never done him justice, you’re sure of that. He’s a far better lover than you could have ever imagined. A strangled cry escapes your throat as he sucks at you. It’s not enough for him. You’re wet, he can feel the piano keys below you becoming saturated with your nectar, but it’s not enough. Not until you’re shuddering around his lips and fingers, crying and screaming his name, gripping his hair to keep him in place. He wants to make you so undone you lose your mind, that you think only of him; that you only want him.

Will licks his lips and it’s the only brief break you get before he slips one of his slender fingers inside your wetness. You buck against him pressing yourself against his face more and Will hums in response; finally you’re letting your body act how it wants, you’re letting your desires take over. “Are you close, little robin?” he breathes out, looking up at you.

You meet his gaze, face flushed and mouth agape as you try to come back to your senses to answer his question. Yet, before you can respond, he simply chuckles and returns his attention to your pleasure. He is relentless in its pursuit. A second finger, and you mewl at him; the lewd wet sounds now joining in the sounds of the piano, the sounds of your moans — it’s all too much.

As you feel yourself on the verge of your high, you each out and tangle your fingers into his hair. It feels far too good, heavenly almost. A stuttered gasp leaves your lips, body tightening and falling still; his name on your lips barely audible as your orgasm crashes over you. Will continues to lap at you, drinking your desire until he’s satisfied and lifts his lips to yours.

To taste yourself on him is too much, it undoes that last sense of shame you had and you grab at him, tugging at his clothes and belt urgently. Your lips move from his down to his neck, finding the soft of his throat and placing kisses there, teeth nipping each time you feel him gulp. Your hands clumsy as they shed his clothes, and yet despite it all, you stiffen when he holds his length against you, coating himself in your wetness.

You stare down at him, cheeks red. He’s thick, the idea of him stretching you out feels almost too lewd that again, when he changes your position to sit you on the hood of the piano and crawls on top of you, you don’t notice. This time, the mess of notes come from his body as he positions himself atop you.

Will pauses to look at you, the feverish look in your eyes begging for him is almost enough, but…- “I want to hear it.”

“Hear what…?” you pant out, moaning softly as he rubs himself against you again. He’s teasing, surely!

“That you want me. That this is okay?”

You swallow again. “You’re asking for permission? Don’t you just… do what you want?”

“Not when it conflicts with someone else’s desire.”

Despite it, you find yourself laughing. “Will, I think we’re past that. You just made me cum on the piano.”

“So tell me, little robin.”

He purrs the words out and leans over you, his tip pressing inside of you. You cry out, he’s thicker than you thought and the stretch is a painful bliss. “Tell me you want me,” his voice comes, a whisper above you, silenced as he places a soft kiss to your navel.

“I want you, Will.”

It’s all he needs to hear. Both his hands grip your hips enough to mark, but you barely feel it, whimpering and writhing as he fully sheaths himself inside of you with no warning. You’re only used to the feeling of your fingers, compared to his cock, that’s nothing. You’ve never felt so full, and you find yourself panting and crying as you cry to compose yourself. He doesn’t wait for that, though, before he starts moving his hips. A few short thrusts, each with added cries of his name which he drinks; lips kissing your tears. And, then, he pulls all the way out; his tip still stretching your entrance.

“Will,” you whine out. “Please.”

He chuckles at you; so quickly you’ve shed your perception of sin. Now you’re beneath him, exposed on the piano, the bright lights hiding nothing from his sharp gaze as his eyes roam your body. The sight of the red marks his lips had left pulls a grunt from his lips as he snaps his hips against yours to fully enter you. Each thrust his like this but quicker now, almost fully out before filling you up so quickly and so deeply that before you can think straight you feel yourself coming undone around his cock.

Will continues to fuck you through your orgasm, one of his hands letting go of your hips to stimulate your clit at the same time. It’s almost too much, your back arching at the overstimulation — the fullness of his girth stretching you is the most prominent feeling. Each time he pulls out, each time he thrusts in; the thick veins of his cock rubbing against you to add stimulation. The wet sounds, the mingled moans and groans of each others names, the notes of the piano under his knees, the sound of your arousal dripping down onto the keys, onto the floor —

You cum again, and this time Will joins you, stilling as he fills you up with his seed, hand on your waist holding you in such a tight grip, his nails leaving deep marks on your soft skin. Soft kisses are placed along your exhausted, sweaty body as he pulls out and stands up. His own chest glistens, his hair sticking to his forehead and yet its his gaze focused between your legs that sets you afire again. “Will-” you whimper out, closing your legs.

Silently, he pushes your thighs apart again and stares at your pussy leaking yours and his mingled arousal. Then, his eyes raise to yours and he smiles. “Beautiful. You look good in desire. It suits you the way sin suits me.”

You want to tell him that if he carries on like that, you’re going to want him again; but you are exhausted, unsure you could handle another orgasm like that again. He’s still erect, you notice, licking your lips as you take in the sight of his cock, coated in your juices which sits against his stomach —

“You look like you want something, little robin.” Wills voice is a purr, an enticing tone as he moves closer to you. He reaches out, touch gentle as he brushes your hair back from your face. You find yourself nuzzling against his hand, the tenderness almost sinful in such a situation, with your thoughts consumed with nothing but wondering how he tastes. “So, will you give into your desires again?”

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This sent me oml-😭

The reveal of the new ikevil villains' curses has made me realize that the only thing I know even remotely about Swan Lake is the "How to offend women in 5 syllables or less" clip from The Swan Princess

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🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride Month everyone🏳️‍🌈

From the Self-righteous monarch himself❤️ (I love you, William)

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I made an ✨abomination✨

I read a doujin last night and the duo remind me soo much of Jude and Ellis🥹 (Jude esp because of the way he talks!)

Sauce of doujin: Infiltrate! Debt Repayment RTA of a Spy on the Brink ~The Crossdressing Maid and the Oni Boss~ 

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this is gonna start a fight isn't it

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