judesmoonbeauty · 6 months ago
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WC: 1,111 SFW ┃Fluff ┃Touching ┃Kissing ┃Jealousy ┃Words of Affirmation CW: None Pairing: Elbert Greetia x Reader Pronouns: You This is based on a discord prompt: Sun Catcher Summary: Stepping into this kaleidoscope of alluring colors, Elbert paused and looked around the room like a mesmerized child, until his eyes met it’s source hanging in front of the open-air balcony. Dividers: @/natimiles [Master List]
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After a refreshing early morning stroll hand in hand with Elbert by the seaside, you both return to the villa he owns nearby, and along the way you ponder how filled to the brim you are with the warmth and happiness of spending time with your Beloved. The weight of your feelings for Elbert intensified like strong ocean swells breaking onto the shore as you watched his eyes widened at the beauty of the sleeping sun breaking over the horizon. The more you and he spent time together, the more you noticed small changes within him blossom, like the first hazy rays of sunlight being born from the darkness that he had contended with all his life.
Finally, Elbert was beginning to notice how truly wonderful and beautiful the world could be around him, even if he felt weighted down to the deepest trenches of the ocean’s lonely floor, at least some light was filtering through the dark abode now that you were weighted down with him. You smile as you sit by his side in the carriage and inspect the beautiful sea shells that you both collected, embedding these precious thoughts and memories upon the shells, so they’ll never be forgotten.
“…..”
Noticing that you’d been admiring the sea shells for far too long, Elbert takes the collection bag from your hand and places them on the seat opposite of you. Watching him closely you perceive that he must be coveting the exorbitant attention you’d been giving the beach finds instead of him. He gently grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Staring into his fathomless blue eyes, he trickles kisses on your forehead, down to your eyelids, your nose, and finally reaching your blushing lips. Grazing them so faintly with his tongue it was like a faint whisper brushing against your skin, beckoning you to open for him. Parting so naturally on their own, you grant him the access he was tenderly requesting.
It was never enough for him. He craved your heart, mind and body so earnestly that Elbert could never allow anyone or anything divert you from him for any extended period of time. It was because of you that he began to learn the value of true beauty, and now that he held it in his grasp, he would never allow you to escape his snare. He loved you more than anyone or anything in the world, and he would destroy all of the world if it meant he could keep himself in your sight.
However, he battled this desire to lock you away from everything and to keep everything from you, so you could be happy. Searching the deepest corners of your mouth with his needy tongue he tried to convey his hunger and desire for you, and that was how you both spent the remainder of your trip back to the villa, consuming each other with deep fervent kisses.
Upon arriving, you asked Elbert if he had any spare gemstones that he didn’t need anymore. Elbert looked at you surprised for a moment because he never expected you to make such an extravagant request, but he was happy to give you whatever you wanted.
“….I do. I’ll have the butler bring them to you.”
“Thank you! Oh, but I also need a few more items, and some tools.” A bright smile flashed on your face, and he looked at you even more perplexed than he did before. Still, he agreed to your request.
After receiving the required items you needed, Elbert had received correspondence from Crown about a matter that needed to be addressed, and so while he was away tending to that matter, you holed yourself up in your room working away. It near sunset by the time Elbert finished his duties and returned to your room only to find it empty.
“Lord Elbert!” You called out from behind and grabbed his porcelain hand as he turned around to meet your voice.
“Quickly, come with me or else we’ll miss it.”
“Miss it….?”
“You’ll see.”
Watching you walk ahead and pull him by the hand, Elbert thought that he couldn’t imagine how he had ever breathed before he met you, how you kept pulling him from the depths of his dark watery abyss and into the shallows, and when you both enter his room that faces the ocean, his thoughts were further cemented - you truly were a glorious light in his dismal world.
The entire room was aglow and dancing with the most beautiful display of light that danced all over the walls, the floor and the ceiling. Stepping into this kaleidoscope of alluring colors, Elbert paused and looked around the room like a mesmerized child, until his eyes met it’s source hanging in front of the open-air balcony.
“…The gems…..is this why you asked for them?”
“Mhm, I made a sun-catcher for us.”
Walking up to it, his eyes wandered over it like he was evaluating it’s worth. You’d seen those eyes before, and his silence made you nervous as he gently reached out and touched it, so you explained.
“I wanted to capture our memories of our watching the dawn together this morning, so I thought I’d make this sun-catcher with your unwanted gems, and included the sea shells we found at the beach.”
The shells that he was so jealous of earlier that morning now gently lay in his hand, woven along with the different stones Elbert would never have looked at again - a gift of light from his lover. Feeling slightly confused as to whether he was happy or discontented, those feelings were washed away when he felt you pick up his hand and kiss it.
“I love you more than anyone or anything in the world, Lord Elbert. So, don’t be afraid to share the beauty and the light of other things with me, because they will never replace you. So, please continue loving me just as you do.”
“Even if I……drown you with that love?”
He was often anxious of this thought as to whether or not you’d mind being pulled in the murky depths of his love. Smiling at him you drape your arms around his neck and peck his lips to reassure him.
“Let’s make a promise, drown me with your love, and I’ll shower you with all the light I possess.”
A gentle breeze flows into the room, sounding a sweet clinking from the sun-catcher as a palette of colors bedeck you both while engaged in a passionate kiss.
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revasserium · 1 year ago
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scorpio rising
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elbert; 1,087 words; elbert takes you dancing. i blame @aquagirl1978 for showing me his teaser pv. this one's for u.
he has always been hungry.
from the first day he meets you, he has hungered for your touch, for your smile, for a sliver of your forever — it is not promised. but he does not care. and there’s beauty in this madness — he has always known it — beauty in the mortified longing threatening to grind his bones to dust.
i want…
it’s a selfish thing, he knows, to want like this, to want so hard that it threatens to consume his very soul. he wants — he wants.
“stay close,” he says, because the night is dark and full of terrors but to him the darkness has always been kind.
he feels your presence at his back, emanating warmth like a hearthstone pulled from the dancing flames. he wants.
“el…bert? where are you taking me?”
your curiosity is cool and crisp, slicing through the heat of his own internal frenzy. he wills the tension from his shoulders as he tries to cast you a small, reassuring smile.
“you’ll see.”
at this hour, vauxhall is a cynosure of bacchic revelry, with fireworks and masked dancers, jugglers and magicians and drunken vendors hawking their wares to laughing, unwitting attendees. a hundred thousand tiny lamps glitter among the branches of trees like so many fallen stars, and the raucous sound of street musicians plays backdrop to it all — the air itself thrums with life and vitality, the earth beneath your feet soaked with the remnants.
“wh-what is going on?”
elbert almost laughs at your clear confusion, but he tugs a pair of masks from the inside of his jacket and offers it to you.
“come… dance with me.”
you slip on the mask, still too bewildered to refuse, and feel elbert slip his fingers between yours, tugging you gently towards him and into a pool of flickering lamplight. the music swells and the world spins around you.
there is beauty in this madness — elbert has always known it — beauty in the way a body might tremble and shake when faced with something it cannot control, but this at least, elbert knows. this at least, he can take into the palms of his own hands and hold it close.
this dance — you.
he watches as a brilliant smile blossoms across your lips, your cheeks flushing high with color. it is beautiful, watching you as you fall into a peel of unexpected laughter as he spins you out and pulls you back in, you chest heaving with the exertion of the song.
he wonders if he’s holding onto your hands too tight and then he knows that he is.
but you’re clutching back at him just as tightly as the music ends and everyone around you cheers. he feels the weight of a million pairs of eyes on him and yet still, he only has eyes for you. when you pull up from your curtsey and meet his eyes, he finds himself transfixed by your gaze so warm and soft and full of an unbridled happiness the likes of which he has never tasted himself.
but with you — he thinks he just might.
the mask affords him the brief veil of anonymity, but even with it, he can feel people’s eyes lingering, their heads turning for a second look, a third. he doesn’t have much time.
“elbert, that was so much fun!”
he allows himself a soft laugh as he pulls you into one of the many shaded promenades, pressing himself back into the thickly cut foliage. you stumble into his chest, letting out a squeak as you pull back but he lifts up a hand to stop you.
“please… let me have one more minute…” he says, and he feels you go still in his arms.
he threads his fingers through your spidersilk hair, letting the tangle carelessly against his skin. like this, he smells the soft, fresh fragrance of your bathing soap, and he leans in ever so slightly to take in another breath. your skin is warm and soft, your lashes a darkened frame to the night sky of your eyes.
“elbert…?”
he purses his lips. he lets you go.
“sorry… i just… wanted a moment…”
you smile, shaking your head. several strands of your hair get caught in his fingers and he has to force himself to let them go.
“i had… a really good time tonight, elbert… thanks for taking me here.”
you walk next to him as the pair of you exit the gardens, you tugging off your mask but he hesitates in taking off his own. he traces the edge with a delicate finger as you watch.
“if… it makes you feel better, you can keep it on while we walk back,” you say, letting your fingers lace behind your back.
elbert smiles as he nods, letting the silence stretch thin and smooth between you. in the distance, big ben tolls in midnight, and the pair of you make your leisurely way back to the castle beneath the full blood-moon. you exchange few words and even fewer glances, but elbert find himself willfully lingering half a step behind you just to watch the way your hair sways, to see the glint of moonlight in your eyes as you turn to grace him with a smile.
“thanks again for taking me out…”
elbert slips off his mask as the castle doors close behind you.
“i thought you might’ve wanted… a chance of pace…”
“yeah, it was really fun!”
you smile up at him, radiant and flushed with joy and he briefly wonders if this might be what ellis is always going on about — the happiest moment in a person’s life. seeing you smile like that, he wonders then if this is his.
at least, it would be a worthy candidate.
“good… we should… do it again sometime.”
you nod, enthusiasm pouring from you like milk from a spilling jug.
elbert licks his lips.
“yes! it’ll be a date!” you say.
he can only nod, letting the sound of your voice ring in his mind like the tolling of bells.
a date.
he wants, he wants, he wants.
“a date… yes, certainly, it will be… if that’s what you wish.”
he feels his heart stuttering his chest as you bob your head once more.
“yep, it’s a date then.”
he feels his lips tug into smile, tastes the familiar greed on this tongue.
he wants. he wants. he wants.
“it’s a date.”
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fairylibe · 3 months ago
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where i’m meant to be.
1312 words. fluff. features: elbert greetia × gn! reader, alfons sylvatica, roger barel, victor (minor).
꒰ summary ꒱ elbert returns to crown castle after a week-long mission on a cruise, and all he wants is to be with you.
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“the cruise is a round trip, but once you board, you will be on for the next week.”
elbert quietly listened to victor list the details of the mission he, alfons, and roger were assigned to go to, as though he were reading through a list of bullet points on a document.
“your mission is to confirm the illicit drug activities that have been reported there, and pass judgment as necessary.” with that, victor gave the three men before him a smile that was genuine, and yet somehow elusive in nature. “may you give into the darkness of your wicked hearts.”
when they exited the room, alfons let out a sigh, his lips curling into a small, wry smile. “it would seem you and i have a penchant for getting missions out in the sea.”
elbert closed his eyes, opting not to say much in response.
roger, seeing elbert’s solemn expression and the way he stayed silent, narrowed his eyes. “by the looks, you’ve got less than pleasant experiences on a ship.”
“…it’s fine. it’s just my first experience on a ship was…” elbert paused, searching for the right word to use.
before he could pin down such a word, though, alfons finished his statement. “it was so hapless, all we can do is laugh heartily when we think back on it. enough of that, though, we must prepare for this lovely cruise trip.”
“lovely, huh…”
elbert closed his eyes, ruminating on that single word alfons had uttered in sarcastic passing.
the trip would have been more “lovely,” even when they were boarding the cruise for a mission, if (y/n) was there by his side.
on the cruise, the full moon, serenely still in the sky, only observed the crimson happenings below.
“w-who are you guys?!”
when roger opened the door (by kicking it down, as “knocking wouldn’t have gotten them to open the door like that”) to a certain room hidden in the vip sector, 
alfons followed roger inside, releasing a dramatic sigh. “must you make such a violent show? i was hardly aware you did not know something very handy called a doorknob exists.”
“haha, well, politeness isn’t exactly in my dictionary when we’re dealing with bastards like these.” his glasses seemed to gleam slightly as he turned toward the group, who had all stood up from their seats by now, frozen on the spot with some pointing guns toward the crown members’ general direction, but fully prepared to book it. “besides, if you called that violent, god knows what you’d call the scene that’s about to unfold here.”
“i can only pray this doesn’t turn into a bloody mess, but more times than not, prayers are only empty words.”
when roger handled the right side and alfons the left, elbert swiftly navigated through the chaos of the crowd, pinning his ocean-blue eyes on the target — a man in an eyepatch and a scar across his cheek.
amid the chaos, he was sneaking away toward what elbert presumed was the exit.
“don’t run away.” elbert’s voice was soft, yet deep and firm at the same time.
the man jumped and turned around before he stood there, his one visible eye widening, as though enraptured at seeing something new and refreshing for the first time. it was an expression elbert detested, and yet had unfortunately grown accustomed to from his time living in the greetia manor.
please… look at me with any other eyes but those.
finally, as though the effects of a spell elbert had unconsciously casted was ebbing away, the man turned around once again to run.
“only those with no brain would stay here of their own will!”
he closed his eyes, murmured a small “i see…” and then stepped forward himself, his toes touching the man’s shadow.
only when screams and cries broke out from the room did the haunting silence fall.
a week had at last passed, and elbert was very much looking forward to return back to crown castle… of course, he couldn’t say he was the most fond of being out in the sea in general (although he favored the sight of it), and not only that…
“…to think a large whale had come out of the water, soaking elbie from the top of his head to the tips of his toes! the woe, indeed.” alfons made a dramatic show of crying.
“you got soaked from head to toe, too, al,” elbert pointed out, a small smile on his face.
“that is very true — i must applaud your proficient deduction skills.”
“you two better take a shower,” roger said, his voice laced with worry, “unless you’re looking to get sick.”
“i would very much not mind getting sick; would that not mean less physical labor?”
more than the stress of the mission, though, there was one person he so dearly missed. someone he needed to see.
right this moment.
“…i will be retiring to my room.” elbert nodded his head as a parting gesture before he turned on his heels.
there, when he opened the door, he saw (y/n) lying in a fetal position on his bed, their eyes closed and chest moving up and down rhythmically; they were fast asleep. elbert slowly approached the bed, as though he were walking toward a treasure.
“(y/n)…” his voice came out in an almost hoarse whisper. it felt as though he hadn’t said their name in years, so he repeated it over and over again, like a broken record. “(y/n), (y/n), (y/n)…”
he wanted to engrave the sound of their name on his lips within him, and he wanted to whisper it over and over.
seeing them sound asleep like this, they looked just like a statue of a deity, and drawn to them, he leaned in to plant a kiss on their forehead, their skin feeling warm against his lips.
“mn…”
it was then they stirred, their closed eyes twitching, but seemingly not awake yet.
“…i have returned, (y/n).”
his voice was soft as he watched their eyes flutter open, the color still cloudy from lethargy.
“lord elbert…?”
how he loved the way their lips sounded his name out in a drowsy whisper.
(y/n) slowly sat up, rubbing their eyes. the entire time, elbert was drawn to their slow movements, his deep ocean blue eyes reflecting them, and only them.
“i missed you,” elbert said, “a week was too long… much too long.”
even a day is too long.
(y/n) slowly reached out toward elbert’s cheek, their fingertips hesitant as they brushed against his porcelain skin. it was as though they were checking to see if he was real.
but then their eyes widened.
“wh—you’re soaking wet!”
“yes… it happened during the mission.”
“are you not cold? i can bring a towel.”
elbert shook his head.
“i want you,” he stated, his voice seeming to deepen a notch, “just you.”
(y/n)’s cheeks seemed to darken, and elbert couldn’t help but smile fondly at that.
“i-if that is enough, then…”
(y/n) wrapped their arms around elbert, pulling him into their chest. being filled with the warmth of the embrace, he closed his eyes, burying his face in their chest, taking in their scent, the shape of their body... everything.
until i drown in you.
(y/n)’s fingers made their way to elbert’s hair, combing through his wet, blond locks.
it was silent, but it was a comforting silence.
“…welcome home, lord elbert.”
to hear their whisper was like a dream — one he never wanted to end. if only the night could stay eternal, the moon stuck at its peak in the dark sky that was spotted with flickering crystals.
“mn.” elbert smiled, albeit unbeknownst to (y/n), “i’m back, (y/n).”
back home, in the place he was meant to be.
fin.
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xxsycamore · 21 days ago
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MIRROR, MIRROR
╰┈➤ ❝I'll be your mirror tonight, El. Everything you want to see yourself do to our dear Robin, I'll do in your stead. You needn't lift a finger. If you end up displeased with what you see, we can call it all off. If she ends up piquing your interest, she's yours for the taking, practically untouched - all of me that would ever come to contact with her is those gloved hands, see? We can simply pretend my ministrations never happened, in either one of those scenarios.❞
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Elbert Greetia x f!Reader; Alfons Sylvatica x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Guided Touching; Voyeurism; Strip Tease; Dom/sub Undertones; Vaginal Fingering; Dirty Talk; Come play; Masturbation; Come Marking • wordcount: 2,164 • masterlist
Visions of Temptation 2024/KINKTOBER DAY 3: Guided Touching
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"Come on, little Robin, take a little walk around the chair, don't be shy. Show off your goods to El."
The sound of your heartbeat drumming in your ears is audible despite the presence of two other people in the room. They stay quiet while you circle the chair positioned in front of the bed, only the cackle of your dress slippers' short heels could be heard as Alfons instructed you to leave those on.
Besides the shoes, you ended up keeping your underwear on as well. Not that it helps you feel any less naked, with the two pairs of eyes following your every move. Alfons appears quite relaxed, choosing to rest his elbows on the back of the chair you're parading yourself around until you're done. It's emphasizing the fact that you're not of interest to him, as a man. He's looking but without lust in his dark daze. Your seductive dance has another kind of worth for him, and every other second his eyes dart to the bed instead. Elbert sits there, at the very end of it, his long legs crossed at the ankles while he props himself on his arms behind him. You can't decide if he's relaxed - though you can see that his stance does nothing to mar the usual elegance he carries himself with - or if he's bored with you. His face tells you nothing, but you can't meet his eyes anyway, not when you feel so naked under his gaze. You just know he's staring. And that's enough. That's why you are here.
"You're quiet, El. She's dying to hear what you think. To hear what you want her to do next."
"I want to see more. Take it all off of her."
Alfons chuckles at the fast response, straightening up and moving in front of the chair, touching your arm to lightly pull you in front of him. His gloved hands caress your upper arms before they disappear behind your back to unclasp your bra.
"See, El? It's way better to undress her bit by bit. Had we rushed in like you asked to, you wouldn't have had the chance to enjoy this sight, would you?"
Your lacy bra is now held by nothing but Alfons' hands as they move to the front and over the two cups. He takes them off of your chest, one after the other. Slowly. You can tell the hardness of your nipples just by the sensitivity you feel when they get exposed to the cool air. Is that a good enough sight for Lord Greetia?
You should be more thankful for the fact that Alfons allowed this to happen in the comfort of your own room. A drop of familiarity among the ocean of shiver-inducing anticipation. No, you should be thankful for having been given this chance at all - to Elbert for agreeing, and mostly to Alfons, who put the wicked plan together. He'd surprised you firstly with the reveal that he knows about your feelings for lord Greetia. Secondly, with the exact thing he proposed for the sake of winning his heart. In order for your beauty to be noticed by Elbert… you'll reveal all of yourself tonight. He wouldn't want to touch something that is not beautiful, it only makes sense that you'll need the help of someone else who can bring that beauty out of you. That's what Alfons said.
He arranged for the three of you to come here, pulled the chair in front of the bed, instructed Elbert to sit at the end of the bed; he said so many words that still echo in your ears.
"I'll be your mirror tonight, El. Everything you want to see yourself do to our dear Robin, I'll do in your stead. You needn't lift a finger. And the best part, she said she's completely yours to order around, you have her full consent to do whatever you wish with her. Isn't it exciting? If you end up displeased with what you see, we can call it all off. If she ends up piquing your interest, she's yours for the taking, practically untouched - all of me that would ever come to contact with her is those gloved hands, see? We can simply pretend my ministrations never happened, in either one of those scenarios."
Cold leather creeps on the skin of your hips, slightly squeezing the soft skin, showing you off. His thumbs masterfully hook up the sides of your underwear on their way down, dragging it lower and lower until it unceremoniously falls down on the floor. And thus, you're nude in front of Elbert's icy gaze. But you know there's more to be revealed of you - Alfons practically promised - so you gulp down, frozen but excited, praying for him to do something already.
The dark-haired man remains behind you, so close you can see the pointed tips of his well-polished shoes on both sides of your own feet. Your feet are all you’ve been looking at. He doesn't even see the front of your body like Elbert does, but he's so much closer to you. Despite having familiarized yourself with his touch so far in the act of undressing, it comes as a shock when his right hand falls directly over your hot center. You can't help the gasp falling from your lips as Alfons's index and middle fingers part your labia, showing as much of you as he can.
"Do you like what you're seeing? How is she down there, El? Is she a pretty color? Is she swollen with need, or glistening with juices already?"
Elbert remains quiet, though from your peripheral vision, you see the position of his legs shifting. Is he making himself comfortable, or…?
"I think it'd be best if you started touching her now, Al."
Your stomach churns at the implication, but the feeling goes straight down to your nethers, morphing into something more tangible that won't stay hidden for long. Will lord Greetia be surprised with how wet you are from all of this? Would he feel…disgusted with your shamelessness, does he prefer you preserving your modesty over this desperate act of seduction? Or does he truly enjoy it so much that he wants to see more?
While keeping busy with your inner turmoil, Alfons already backed you into the chair, and is now motioning for you to sit down. The soft cushioning underneath your rear and your back is welcoming, and you have no problem with the following instruction to put your legs up and hold them open by the folds of your knees. The chair is wide and sturdy enough, though you quickly realize your hands are completely occupied for the sake of keeping the position. No covering your face or grabbing the armrests for purchase… you're completely at the two men's mercy.
"Aww."
Alfons gawks at something, and with a rush of heat, you see him running his fingers through your folds and collecting your slick. The web-like threats cling between his fingers as he brings them up to show Elbert, and you turn your face to the side so as not to meet the face behind the shameless sight.
"Beautiful."
Your breath dies in your throat for a second in sheer surprise. You'd be certain you misheard if it wasn't for the fact that he repeats that same word again in the very next second.
"It's beautiful, Al. Show me more of it."
The man above you chuckles, before properly responding, "As you wish."
His clothed fingers return to your heat, outlining your glistening folds just like before, but exploring without pause this time. His middle finger ghosts over your clit while he drags them all up, awakening something in you. He repeats the motion, quicker, pressing harder, three of his fingers brought together and sliding upwards and then lifting off your clit on each motion, his pinky remaining in the air in some strangely elegant display. It's nothing like the way you usually pleasure yourself, and your body rebels against the relentless teasing. Holding your legs open proves to be hard after a full minute of this, as if they're not your own at all.
Despite it all, the only feeling domineering over your senses is pleasure, steadily growing pleasure. Alfons cares more about making it look beautiful than making it feel good, but the stimulation is still there, and you barely need much of it when you take the psychological element into account.
"Now, El, I'm far from the thought that your imagination is lacking, but would you please allow me to paint a picture for you? You should know, however, that this is far from the real potential Miss Robin holds, for my fingers are far from the…real thing. See for yourself - she can be especially sweet in her reactions when you finally breach her entrance to penetrate her."
Alfons' middle and index fingers push inside you to illustrate his point, and the moan escaping your mouth is louder than you anticipated. Even though those words were aimed at Elbert, they successfully poisoned your own imagination as well, making you twice as sensitive to the intrusion. This is nothing like what Elbert's cock would truly feel like inside you: not the width of it, the length, the lack of pulsing hot warmth, yet you're too far gone in the fantasy. Your toes curl in the air as you try to shake your rear and get some feeling out of the two fingers remaining completely still inside of you. Is this how Elbert would stay to make you get used to his shape…? Your insides throb, getting tighter, making the digits appear deliciously thick for a second.
Your sweet delirium is interrupted by a hand capturing your chin that had lolled to the side. Alfons leans in closer, over the backrest of the chair. He whispers at you, his tone lacking the sing-songy fashion he talks to Elbert with. It grounds you on the spot and gives you shivers.
"Take a look at him. Take a very good look at him."
Focusing your hazy vision on the person at the end of the bed, you see lord Greetia… pleasuring himself. Since when did he start to…?
You want to avert your gaze, but Alfons grips your jaw harshly, forcing you to look straight ahead. Your insides clench again. You have no choice but to stare, like a pervert - even if it's a laughable bit of irony given the circumstances - as the object of your affection strokes his aching hardness to the sight of you. Alfons' other hand finally resumes its ministrations as it works you to a state of vacuous lust, moans spilling from your agape lips again and again.
"Sing more for him, little Robin, come on, you know his name."
Elbert… The two syllables echo in your head, coming from afar, from the times you'd addressed him by his first name - how shameless! - in the safety of your own bed, tucked in the veil of the night.
"Finger her harder, Al. Make her come for me. Now."
Elbert, you hear your own voice calling out - out loud this time, you can't do anything about it - as your orgasm approaches at a fast speed.
"You're looking at the wrong place, El. Up here. Look at her face. This is the face she's making only for you."
Somewhere amidst it all, Alfons switches your tired hands for his own forearm, collecting both your legs on it like a steady horizontal rod keeping your legs folded and open. He keeps finger-fucking you, making you listen to the naughty sounds of your juices overflowing, making an absolute mess of Alfons' dark gloves.
Elbert, you call in a broken moan as you come, your hips trashing with the man above you barely keeping you in place.
Behind your closed eyelids, you register a shadow falling over you, and you quickly come to your senses - only to find none other than Elbert looking down at you, his hand hesitantly reaching out. His icy eyes staring straight into yours.
"Let me help you, El."
Alfons' hand covers the one thrust out in the air, slowly guiding it to its point of interest. When it meets your burning thigh, you feel something sticky being smeared there - has Elbert ejaculated while watching you? - and you feel marked. And beautiful.
"You should take your leave now, Al. I want the two of us to be alone."
In a haze, you're being entrusted to Elbert's arms, lifted up and taken to the bed. Your world spins as you feel the sudden shift in the mood as Elbert gently lies you down.
From the corner of your vision, you can see Alfons waving at you behind your bedroom's door, before it falls closed. You don't pay any mind to his dirty, knowing look, because you don't want to think about anything that is not Elbert for the rest of the night.
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myusuchaa · 3 months ago
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Elbert Greetia x afab reader - Tempted by Forbidden Fruit
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ღ w.c.: 2.7K
ღ paring: elbert x afab reader/ Y/N
ღ cw: MDNI, NSFW, explicit sexual content, based on slight spoilers from Elbert's both endings special epilogue, use of Y/N, biting, oral, foodplay, fingering, dom, obsession, teasing
ღ a/n: well well, my first elbie nsfw fic is here!!! it is based off his both endings special epilogue, but mostly only the setting and a couple lines, so it doesn't have too many spoilers. i've been in love with this scene for months and wanted to finish what was started in the story.. hehe. elbie is the type to be in charge and yet still a needy, pouty lil bby and i love that about him. hopefully you do too, enjoy!!
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You stood in the kitchen with one half-made and one fully baked apple pie laid out on the counter before you and Elbert.
Red, delicious apple slices, sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar, were strewn about. Excess dough sat in a small bowl to the side near a tall jar of flour, now half empty and decorated with your and his fingerprints. 
It was a warm spring afternoon, and you and Elbert stayed in his manor on his day off, spending the time idly together. After learning of a new apple pie recipe, you both decided to try your hand at baking it, rather than leaving it all to the cooks and maids as they usually would do. In fact, Elbert had told all of the staff at the manor to take a leisurely day off in town, leaving you two isolated in the loving cage that was his mansion on the cliffs by the sea.
You plunge your spoon into the warm and steamy pie for a taste test. “....Mmmm, this might be the best apple pie I’ve ever tasted!”
Elbert pouts slightly, “I want a bite..”
The spoon with a new piece of pie is brought to his sculpted, perfect lips. He gazes down at you with the same intensity as always while taking the pie into his mouth.
“Mm.. indeed. It’s delicious. Very well done,” he replies softly. A  gorgeous smile graces his lips, showing off how relaxed and content Elbert is in this moment. 
Ah… he is beautiful.
“Isn’t it?! I’m pleased you like it, Elbert,” you reply a bit bashfully. “I’m so happy with how this turned out. We should bake and save the second one so the houseworkers may try.”
Elbert gives a small nod in a reassuring manner, as he usually does. He has always been attentive and caring toward the Crown staff, some of whom now work at his manor. That gentle, doting side of his continues to fully enrapture your heart as the days spent with him grow.
As he reaches for another bite, not with any silverware but with his own hands, you can’t help but pause to think about how you two must look in this moment. 
Elbert is in a single linen button-up shirt, thinner and more casual than his usual attire that goes under his vest and ascot. His sleeves are rolled up just to his elbows, another fashion choice he rarely gets the privilege to make due to his constant appointments as a nobleman. His slender yet toned forearms, painted with veins that ran down through to his fingers like pale blue rivers, really stood out against his soft visage. Admittedly, seeing his arms like that must feel like what men think when they see a woman’s bare ankle and calf. It truly makes for a wonderful view.
You wear a light, rose pink and baby green floral dress he recently picked out for you. There was no petticoat or skirt layer - only a thin laced string tied in a droopy bow on your back prevented the top half from loosening and falling off of you. Both of you had flour, sugar, salt, cinnamon, and apple bits stuck on various places of your clothes and body.
“You know, this is quite a sight. Eating scraps of pie with our fingers, all messy, while standing in the kitchen,” a giggle escapes you as you glance at him while eating the next bite. He chews slowly and tilts his head quizzically. “I mean… you being a nobleman and doing this… feels a bit naughty.”
In saying this, he smirks and looks off into the distance, as if he’s remembering something.
“I have been schooled in the ways of etiquette, but.. After Al came to live in the mansion, I would occasionally... get into mischief with him, when the adults weren’t looking. Sometimes, Al’s pranks ended up getting me in trouble, but….” he trailed off and paused for a while before blinking a couple times and turning back to you. “More often than not, they saved me from dark thoughts.”
A fleeting surge of envy made its way to your facial expression, and you cast him a sidelong stare while picking at the pie.
“Ahh.. that sounds so nice. I somehow wish I knew you then…” you were aware of the faint flush growing on your cheeks and the coy look you threw at him. Smiling, you say, “I would have loved to do things like that with little Lord Elbert.”
I don’t know why but I’m envious of Alfons…
You heard him chuckle under his breath before he asked, “Are you.. jealous, by chance?” His sapphire eyes looked at you with a gleam that told you he already knew the answer and was just seeing how he could toy with you.
“....yes.”
Now that it was made obvious - that the thought of doing something thrilling and ‘against the rules’ with him was extremely enticing, that you wanted to be the one to give him happiness - you really couldn’t help but blush.
Elbert laughed again in a husky tone before drawing nearer to you. He swooped in to kiss you mid bite, his arms suddenly on either side of you, pressing you up against the counter while his tongue reached between your lips to steal some of the apple that was beginning to melt in your mouth.
He pulled back and his ocean blue eyes darkened to a stormy glaze. “Sweet,” he whispers. You watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows what he stole from you.
“Elbert!”
“What is it?”
He asked this teasingly, but somehow innocently at the same time. His duality drove you insane.
Before you could answer, his hands grabbed your waist and effortlessly lifted you up. 
“Wh-Wha..!!”
He placed you on the ridge of the counter, quickly swiped off the kitchen supplies that were in the way behind you with zealous power, and then pushed you back and down onto the messy, wooden surface. He loomed over you with a beautiful grin. 
“Oohhh.. Right here?!” you gasp, a thrill rising within you.
“...Make some mischief with me in the kitchen.” His voice dropped into his lower, sultry register that made anything he said impossible to resist. “Don’t you want that?” The words danced off his pretty lips with a smile.
“Mm.. s-sounds fun..,” you stammered.
His lips were enticing as stared at them. “I want to experience it with you as well.”
With a smile he closed the gap once more and kissed you passionately, his tongue glossing over your teeth. He began to trail his kisses down to your jaw, your neck, collarbones, and chest. As he did this he lowered one forearm onto the counter, using that hand to stroke your hair and face. His other hand was placed first on the table and then on your knee, forcing your legs to come up and wrap around his waist. Something warm and hard pressed against you.
He exhaled hungrily into your ear after nibbling your earlobe, “You taste so sweet…I feel like I have a decadent dessert laid out before my eyes.”
“Nnghh…Elbert, I..,” you plead, savoring how good it feels when he switches from gentle to forceful, when that beastly look, as if he is about to devour you, starts to contort his expression with a dark greed.
Continuing to lick and suckle the flour and juice from your skin, his hand slips under the small of your back to deftly undo the bow on your dress. His fingers crawl up to the neckline and he pulls it down, like you are his present on his birthday that he can’t wait to unwrap. He bites the fabric and drags it over your breasts with his teeth.
“Wait!! You–y.. Mmnn!!” The feeling of his tongue and hot breath on your now enlarged nipples is downright maddening. You realize your empty pleas to stop him are useless.
His long eyelashes flutter as he rests his chin on your stomach and looks up at you. “You want to make me happy… yes?”
Caught in your throat is something between a cry of agreement and a satisfied moan. You nod your head vigorously, “Yes… I want that..nngh”
He sucks harder on your nipple, sending a wave of pleasuring sensation down your stomach. Still in between your legs, he lifts your dress as his hand expertly finds its way to your throbbing, moist spot. One, two, three intentional circles stimulated you, as he groaned, “Then who am I to refuse such a sweet temptation?”
“Mnnn-,” you instinctively lock your ankles together around him and pull him in. Both of you, eager to lap up the sugar and saliva dripping from each other’s mouths. His fingers slip under your panties and push into your dripping heat.
“Mnn, let me hear the voice that’s only for me, Y/N,” he rasps, reaching in and out with his long, agile fingers, as if curling them in to beckon you closer. A bite sinks into your shoulder, sending a shock of ecstasy to the pit of your core, aching for more. 
“El… ah..I-I’ll be too loud..” Before you could finish he kissed you once more with a growl rising from his throat. He knew exactly what you wanted. You come undone on the counter as he swallows your moans, all you could do was grip the edge to hold on for dear life as he hastily pulled off your underwear and knelt down to drink your nectar. “Ahh, sh-!”
He stops you by pushing the fingers that were just inside you into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his thumb, you sucking in pure pleasure as he feasted on you below. You grab his golden locks and move him round as he inhales your glistening cream like it’s his last meal. You feel yourself on the precipice of climax. His tongue traced your vulva and clit softly but with intense longing, and as he did so you heard him loosen his belt and unzip his pants.
Just as the greedy queen longed to be beautiful, you craved his entire, beautifully exquisite being, sinfully delectable. A nobleman on his knees for you…whining in desperation. 
Elbert then stood up, a sheen of manic desire in his jewel-toned eyes. “Y/N, I’m a greedy man…”, he says, breathless. “When I say I want you..”
You reached out to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him toward you, meanwhile he held his pulsating length just a centimeter from your swollen entrance. He taunts you by lightly rubbing his tip, moist with precum, in circles on you. Just the feeling of it makes your eyes roll back. 
“Nnghh… feels s’good… and I know.. El,” you can barely speak at this point. In your mind you are begging him to thrust his manhood into you.
“..It means I want to see all of you. Show me what sends you - nngh -  over the edge..,” he slid into you while saying this and readjusts your position until you fit securely in his arms, wrapped around your waist. Your back arched in response as he slow-thrusted forward. A satisfied sigh left him as your moist cunt was welcomed his length in full.
“Let me in deeper…” he was already panting, pleading, eyebrows upturned, yearning for your touch. “...into your very core… this too..mm..” he rubs your clit with his hand as he rhythmically pumps his erect member in and out, hitting that sensitive bead every single time. “..this is mine.”
“Mnn..nnggh- Elb-..!” Your moans fill the empty hallways, the heat radiating from you two becoming palpable as fog against the window above the counter. For some time after he enters you, there are no words spoken. Only the melody of your voices, sounds, his moans - a sensual duet filled the silence. He continued to stroke your sweet spot with his gifted cock, an intensity so strong you felt yourself drift into absolute bliss. His languid yet desirous rolling of the hips has your nectar dripping down the sides of your thighs. Looking up at him in a daze you see his gorgeous, ocean blue eyes gleam under his bangs that fall in front, tinged with madness. More love bites are left on your collarbone and breasts, him only pulling away after a hot mark, the color of a plump red apple, is left on your skin.
“Hah..” he heaves in and out with more force now, tensing his erect member and pushing it as far as it can go until you squeal, his bulging head hitting your cervix as you dig your nails into his back. “You’re mine…Y/N.” The sight of you gasping, writhing, and with the hickies he left on your delicate chest drove him wild. That deep, slimy desire - that dark voice within him: Claim her. Own her.
He suddenly pinned both of your wrists together, crossed over your head, with one of his large hands. His grip was shockingly strong, it made for the perfect shackle of flesh. Chained to the counter by his right hand, he groped your exposed and supple breasts repeatedly with his other hand as he quickened his pace in and out of you. His lips turned up in a crazed smile. Almost laughing in hysteria and illicit pleasure, he gritted, “Mmn.. Hah, you’re beautiful..” He lifted your right leg over his shoulder to get even deeper inside you, both of you crying out as you near orgasm. Still with one hand crucifying your arms to the table, his other hand wrapped around your thigh with wanton obsession. His pearly white canines sank into your thigh as he licked playfully and pushed his erection deeper still. 
Damn it, how can he be so.. so!! “!!! Ahh.. Nngh, I-I’m.. I’m gonna-!!” you yelp as you try to shake off his hand that held yours down, attempting to claw at the air, extreme rapture making you shake and twist, intensifying the feeling of him hitting your g-spot. 
“Wait,” he hissed, “I’m not satisfied yet-” he slammed your wrists back down above your head and locked your leg in place over his, bending into you, breathing in your scent and gorging on the sweat beads that formed on your neck. No doubt, his carnal urges drove him to the brink of abandon. Before you was a man filled with lustful greed. His eyes a darker shade of blue, his silky hair now strewn and sticking to his chiseled chin and neck. You kiss his lips as if deprived of oxygen. A faint hint of cinnamon fills your palate. 
Mere seconds later you both reach the climax at nearly identical times. “Ah!! El, I’m-”
With one forceful thrust, he erupted inside of you. A warmth unlike anything comparable spreads within. You cum as whimpers leave his lips and exaggerated breaths make his chest heave deeply upon you, his rock solid length throbbing inside. Pulling his hair and squeezing your thighs tightly around his waist, an ice cold and yet burning wave of ecstasy, like an ocean wave on a summer night, rolls over you both. Your panting mirrors his, and he lays on top of you, motionless, save for the rise and fall of your silhouettes from the sunset glow peaking through the window above you.
Slowly, he pulls out, still somewhat hard, and within seconds a gushing flow trickles out and down onto your behind. He stood in front of you, erect enough for his glistening cock to still stand, a drop of your viscous honey dripping from his tip.
A gentle touch of his finger catches his cum that drips out of you before it falls on the floor. He delicately traced your rosy, swollen cunt. Leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, he asks timidly, “Are you alright?” 
He pulls you up into his arms, holding you like the most precious treasure in the world.
“Mm, y-yes.. but Elbert…that was…,” a naughty, playful smile bloomed on his stunning face when you called his name. 
“Yes, Countess? Will you scold me now?” He teased, as he dusted some flour on the tip of your nose with his index finger.
Gleeful laughter from both of you danced on the breeze, followed by the scent of freshly baked apple pie.
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nightghoul381 · 26 days ago
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Sharing the Love
Prompts: Double Penetration, Make-up Sex Pairing: Elbert Greetia x Reader x Alfons Sylvatica Smut | Explicit Content | NSFW | MDNI CW: Polyamory, Nipple play, Rim job, Hand job, Anal sex, PIV, double penetration WC: ~2k
A/N 1: I apologize if it seems disjointed and off lol, I have had a few drinks and have quite a nice buzz going and alas it has caused me to have to once again go into 'it's technically still the 5th' when I finally post this ><
A/N 2: Prompts from @natimiles, @valkyyriia, @candied-boys's Kinktober prompts and @xxsycamore's Visions of Temptation Prompts! Found here and here Thank you guys for putting together such awesome prompts!!
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“Elbert?”
You hesitate as you open his door, hoping to see his familiar sapphire blue eyes and yet at the same time also hoping that he might not be here and you won’t have to confront the uncomfortable situation.
“Come along now, Miss robin. No use dallying in the hall.” Alfons’ gently nudges your shoulder and you stumble forward into the dark room.
You feel your breath catch as a dark figure outlined in moonlight comes into view. Elbert stands, staring out the window his face cast in shadow. He doesn’t bother to move as you fully enter his line of sight, but you can see his mouth twist into a frown.
“Now El, it’s not polite to so blatantly ignore your lover like this,” Alfons chides, strolling past you and approaching the sullen man as though unable to feel the tension permeating the air.
Elbert turns his head, making a pointed effort to relay his distaste.
“Oh dear, we’re playing hard to get tonight, are we?” Alfons coos, leaning over his shoulder.
You feel the electricity in the air crackle as Alfons’ provocations meet Elbert’s resistance. This could get bad…
“Um, Al…” You start, only to gasp when Elbert turns his head, eyes blazing with anger and hurt.
“You belong to me. She belongs to me. Why were you together without me?” He chokes, tears brimming in his eyes as he speaks through gritted teeth.
You feel your heart clench painfully seeing your lover looking so utterly heart broken.
“We do belong to you, El. But we belong to each other as well,” Alfons replies, his gloved hand quickly moving to brush away tears from Elbert’s cheek. “Besides, just look at her.”
Al’s hand guide’s Elbert’s face toward you and you feel nervous, unsure of how he would react. When he had first caught you straddling Alfons with your tongue down his throat, he’d been stunned and his eyes had grown dark and distant.
He’s always had a difficult time with this part of your relationship. When you and Alfons had first brought up the idea of polyamory, Elbert was hesitant. His greed reared its ugly head, and he had struggled to wrap his head around the thought of not having complete ownership of each of you. He’d eventually given it a shot, and for the most part it had been working well. Both you and Alfons had time spent individually with Elbert, as well as time when the three of you were together, but this was the first time that Elbert had left you and Alfons alone and the raven-haired man’s seductive gaze had met yours within a matter of seconds after the door had closed.
“I suppose this means I have a turn to have you all to myself, doesn’t it, little Robin?” He’d murmured, curling a finger toward himself and drawing you in with no hesitation on your part. You had felt such a rush of excitement at the prospect you’d been sat on his lap and kissing him ravenously before you’d even realized the door had opened again.
Only when it slammed shut did you break apart, turning quickly and seeing Elbert staring at you in shock and something much darker flared in his eyes before he’d stalked back out the door. He’d not bothered to join you for dinner as he usually did and when you told Alfons that you were worried about him he’d merely chuckled. It was as though he’d been waiting for you to say it and he fished Elbert’s room key out of his pocket, twirling it in his fingers before closing his entire fist around the slender metal object.
“What are we waiting for then?”
--Now here you are, trying to wrack your brain for the right thing to say. You know that you hadn’t done anything wrong but at the same time, you also know that Elbert had been hurt.
When you don’t say anything Alfons sighs amusedly. “Look at her, El. Is there any way you can expect either of us to resist that gorgeous face?”
Elbert’s deep blue eyes fixate on you, his lips parting slightly as his stare moves searchingly across your face.
“Her lips are practically begging to be kissed, don’t you think, El?” Alfons goads, wrapping his arm around Elbert’s shoulder and guiding the delicate man over toward you.
“El… I…” You start, chewing on your lip for a brief moment before you feel is cool fingers against your cheeks as he draws you in, sealing his lips over yours, and you feel your heart begin to race as his kisses become stronger, greedier. His tongue delves into your mouth unprompted, searching and tracing every crevice, ensuring that the only taste that remains is his.
You feel all of the tension in your body melt at once, nearly collapsing against Elbert and returning his ravenous kisses. You’re so engrossed in the kisses that you don’t realize that Alfons has moved behind you, his hands snaking around your waist and sliding up to cup your breasts as he nibbles at your neck. The joint sensations are nothing new, but your body still responds instantly, heat pooling in your belly and your heart racing.
When Alfons rips the front of your shirt open, you hear his voice drop low, “El, I think she needs attention here too. Look how desperate her nipples are for your attention.”
You feel your arms pulled tightly behind your back, lips sucking at your nape, and you gasp.
Elbert draws back, his fevered gaze quickly locking onto your now exposed breasts. “Beautiful,” he muses, lowering his head and latching his lips around one nipple, the other pinched between his cold fingertips and you feel a moan of pleasure escape your throat.
“That’s such a lovely sound, little Robin,” Alfons purrs, locking your wrists in one hand and using the other to pull your head to the side, revealing more of your throat to his searching lips. “Do it again.”
When his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin your voice spills out, unrestrained and loud. The sound seems to trigger something in Elbert and his ministrations become more aggressive. His long, slender fingers make quick work of the rest of your clothes before slipping between your thighs and diving into your already dripping pussy.
When he moans against your nipple, you feel the vibration send sparks shooting through your nerves. At the same time, you hear Alfons chuckle against your throat. “Good idea, El. What do you say we move this reunion to the bed?”
Both men move with practiced synchronicity and you find yourself on your stomach, legs still planted on the floor.
“Isn’t that just the most delicious sight, El?” Alfons groans with his hands sliding over your ass.
“Lick.” Elbert states plainly. You hear Alfons sigh hungrily before a warm wetness joins the hand on your backside.
You look back over your shoulder and tremble at the sight. Elbert’s pants have been shed, his cock being stroked gently by Alfons as the same man’s tongue slides against your skin, nearly meeting your slit but moving back up over the globes of your ass before granting you the pleasure.
When you let out a whiny grunt, you see Elbert’s gaze turn from Alfons’ attentions to your face.
“Do you wish me to touch you as well?” he asks softly. His words are breathy as his length is expertly tended and the pink flush on his porcelain cheeks looks so perfect you feel yourself quiver.
“Yes… please, Elbert,” you breathe. Elbert moves away from Alfons, earning a slightly disgruntled grunt from the raven-haired man.
As soon as Elbert moves closer to you, you reach out to him, kissing one of his lovely thighs and looking up at him with pleading eyes. You want to know that he understands how this relationship works, but more than anything, you want him to forgive you.
“Do you want a taste?” He whispers, letting his cock brush against your cheek and you waste no time taking him into your mouth. At the same time you feel Alfons’ tongue sliding between your cheeks, brushing over the sensitive place hidden within.
You moan loudly against Elbert’s cock, and his own voice filling the room like music, encouraging you to suck more eagerly. He’s so perfect in every way, his size stretching your throat just right and his taste so wonderfully decadent you can’t help but continue to moan with each thrust of his hips. At the same time the blissful sensations that Alfons is granting you has your eyes rolling back and you know that, had your mouth not been filled, you’d be crying out how amazing he’s making you feel.
Suddenly Elbert slides himself out of your mouth, and your moans fill the room as Alfons’ tongue and finger begin to stretch your hidden place in just the right way.
“Is she ready?” Elbert pants, stroking his cock and looking down at Alfons needily.
“She will be with proper lubrication,” Alfons replies, sitting back on his knees and chuckling.
You feel a thrill of excitement as Elbert gently guides you back to your feet. You watch in eager anticipation as Alfons slips a bottle of lubricant oil from his pocket. He steps free of his clothes, his cock hard and heavy in his palm as he slicks the oil over it. He positions himself on his back, his ashen eyes staring you with unbridled desire as he continues to stroke himself.
“Come here, little Robin.” He commands, spilling some of the oil onto his hand. You take position, straddling his hips while facing toward Elbert at the foot of the bed. Alfons slips his now slick fingers into your ass, massaging you slowly while Elbert’s mouth eagerly attends to your face.
When you feel Alfons’ tip at your secret entrance, you let your head fall back, moaning and focusing on remaining relaxed as he fills you. Your shoulders are gently pulled backward and you lay against Al’s chest. Feeling his hot length buried inside you sends a thrill through your core and you stare up at Elbert breathing heavily.
He looks down to where you and Alfons are joined, frowning slightly until you beg.
“Elbert, please! I need you…ngh…. I want to feel your cock inside me.
His brilliant gem-like eyes flare with desire and you feel him sink into your cunt, filling you completely and you can feel the bulge in your stomach indicating how deeply he’s penetrating you.
“Oh, fuck… Elbert please!” You moan, arching back against Alfons below you as both men begin to thrust in alternating patterns. The fullness within you has every nerve screaming with euphoria and you can’t keep yourself quiet. You don’t want to keep yourself quiet.
Instead you scream your lovers’ names as they fuck you brutally, expressing their emotions: hurt, pain, need, desire, greed. Every sensation sending ripples of erotic need through you and you feel yourself so quickly approaching your climax.
Elbert’s movements are so aggressive, so unlike his normally docile self. He’s making a point to show you who you belong to and you know that Alfons is enjoying ever second of this from the erotic whispers of bliss filling your ears.
“Make-up sex is some of the best sex one can have, don’t you think little Robin,” he croons, thrusting his cock deep into you and groaning as he fully sheathes himself within your ass.
You’re unable to answer him, your mind already spinning with pleasure and when you feel Elbert’s fingers begin to massage your clit while Alfons fondles your breasts you know you’re not able to hold back any longer.
Your orgasm rushes through you, leaving you screaming in delight as you’re fucked through wave after wave of euphoria.
“Mmm, you feel so tight, so good…” Elbert whimpers, while Alfons’ mouth whispers dirty praise into your ear.
You feel your mind go blank and your eyes roll back, completely consumed by ecstasy as your lovers continue to fuck you.
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When you finally regain some sense of self, you feel your body laying limply against the bed, four arms wrapped possessively around you while their owners suck at each other’s faces above your head.
You breathe a sigh of relief at the knowledge that Elbert is no longer upset with either of you, and you feel the sense of peace quickly taking over your body, making you relax and you feel sleep soon steal your consciousness away again.
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aquagirl1978 · 3 months ago
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Mad About You
A/N: Happy Route Release Day, Elbie! Pairing: Elbert Greetia x Reader Prompt: jealousy strikes while on a mission Word count: 560 Tags: yandere themes
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“Elbert, what’s gotten into you?”
You rubbed your wrist, sore from where his long fingers had gripped you when he dragged you from the ballroom, only letting go after nearly shoving you into the carriage.
He looked down, his ocean eyes lingering on your wrist; it was already a bright shade of pink. Suddenly bashful,  he wasn’t sure where to start. “I’m sorry, I know that wasn’t like me…” he mumbled.
“No, it wasn't, Elbert. We were on a mission. Everything was going according to plan and then you yanked me away and dragged me from the ballroom.” 
Hauntingly beautiful, Elbert just sat there and stared into your eyes silently.
“What are we going to tell Victor?” Panic stricken, you grabbed Elbert’s hands in yours, his gaze lingering on your joined hands. 
“Don’t worry about Victor, I’ll deal with him….” he said in a hushed voice. “Though, the man who danced with you earlier should worry. He should be glad I didn’t step on his shadow.”
“Elbie?” Your voice was fraught with worry as you turned to face him.
His cheeks flushed as he looked away. “I didn’t like seeing you dance with someone else. He…had his hands on you.”
“It was like I didn’t exist,” he added under his breath. “It should have been my hands on you. Not his.”
When he lifted his face and looked at you again, his eyes had darkened like the sea during a storm. 
“I coveted you from the day you crossed my path until you became mine.” Your heart ached; there was a time not so long ago where Elbert was not so forthcoming with his feelings towards you.
In a flash, he pulled his hands free from yours. He moved his hand to your shoulder, his fingers digging into your flesh, as he leaned closer to you, his body almost on top of yours.
“Elbert…” you whispered his name, your heart pounding in your chest as heat rose in your body. If this was his reaction to being jealous, you liked it. More than you felt you pro
For a moment, everything stilled. You both gazed at one another; his eyes narrowed, piercing you in your place. And then it was like every emotion he had been controlling up until this point suddenly burst, the flood of feelings unleashed as he captured your lips in a hungry kiss. His tongue probed your lips, seeking entrance to your mouth. His kisses grew urgent, leaving you breathless. 
He pulled away, breaking the kiss, a soft, sweet whimper escaping your throat. Cradling the back of your head in his hand, he gently guided your body to lie flat on the carriage seat. His knee pressed between your thighs as his body hovered above yours. 
Like a man driven mad with lust, Elbert gazed into your eyes once more, his breathing heavy as he brought his lips to your neck.
“Even if you have to dance with someone else tonight, at least they will know that you are claimed.” Pressing his mouth firmly against the column of your neck, his teeth slightly sunk into your skin, marking you as his. You let out a soft moan, the pain of his bite pleasurable, and growing more so as his tongue traced over his mark. 
“You are my robin. Mine. And I want everyone to know it.”
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sylacris · 6 months ago
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— chrysanthemums.
elbert greetia x gn! reader
content: sfw ; angst ; character study ; mild(?) spoilers for william’s route ; victorian flower language ; self indulgent (screw plot)
(partially) inspired by: tonight you belong to me by patience and prudence
word count: ~754
a/n: first ikevil fic, trying to wrap my head around the characters …
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Of course Elbert knows you belong to Will.
After all, you were the most beautiful when you're with him. He's seen the image many times throughout your stay in the castle. The way you light up when William enters the room, the lift in your voice when speaking to him, the love in your eyes when William is reflected on it.
The way that William is the reason for your beauty.
If the gods pried into his brain and search for the question he's asked the most—the question thought to himself in fitful nights of longing and early morning blues, something that even Elbert feels guilty of admitting through words— it would be:
Why?
Why you? Why William? Why not him-
That was the thing he has been trying to find the answer for ever since his own eyes landed on you that night. A robin caught in a gathering of villains, like a single white rose in a bush of red. He had almost wanted to pluck you and keep you to himself. Until William’s voice chimed in, recognizing you, and you, who shared the same sentiment.
A month passed by in a blur, it was easy for Elbert to get lost in time. But he would always remember the determination in your eyes in that meeting regarding the papers detailing the “crimes” of William Rex. Your eyes shone with a beauty brought out by the King himself.
You'd almost caught him marvelling at the sight of you.
He wanted to help, one way or another. However, the Crown could not move under the name of the Queen, or in large groups due to the risks in secrecy, so he asked Alfons to act in his stead.
“Your ability is suitable for infiltrating the enemy headquarters… May I trouble you to go with them?”
In the end, he's aware of why it was William you chose. It was a fact that he knew deep down in his heart, something he'd rarely acknowledge and yet will resurface everytime his mind wanders to the thought of you.
William Rex is everything that Elbert Greetia isn't.
And in that very fact alone lies Elbert’s own tragedy. One that'll slowly eat him up from the inside until there's nothing left but the remains of a monomanic yearning.
Not every beautiful thing could be his, Alfons would poke in the playful manner that he usually dons. But perhaps his words do hold weight in this situation.
It's alright, he can settle for watching from afar.
(No he can't. His curse could never allow it. He wants, he wants, he wants... And that was how his destiny wrote itself in tragedy.)
Elbert knows of the fact that he's awful at suppressing his tendencies. Hands that can't be kept to himself, always wandering to something he'd desire, it was usually a question of when he'll have it- rarely a question of if, up until now at least.
Those same hands that desired more, now held yours in a slow waltz.
"Al informed me that William went out on a mission... I was… quite surprised to find out that you did not come along with him."
"It's because it's quite late, and William insisted that I stay behind tonight."
step, step, step.
A dance across the garden, that was his invitation. Indulging in the opportunity that arose in William's absence. It was Elbert’s own way of satiating his want.
(though it will never be enough)
Some part of him feared that by interacting with you like this, he'd yet again desire for more. More than a longing stare across the dining table, more than a dance in the garden, more than just his hand in yours.
“How about you, Lord Elbert? You seem troubled these days.”
“...Ah, how so?”
And just as both of you reached the middle of the pavilion, you let go. The coldness setting on his hands faster than he'd like in the absence of your warmth.
And in the next breath, you'd take your leave- greeting the wistful earl a goodnight. Heels clicking as you step out of the pavilion and into the moonlight, until you were nothing but a distant figure, one he did not take his eyes off until you'd reach the confines of the castle, your silhouette disappearing from his sight
And once again, he stood alone in the garden pavilion.
The yellow chrysanthemums looked bitter under the moonlight, and he knows that those same flowers would never bloom in an azure hue.
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stellari-s · 4 months ago
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a source of comfort . . .
request; no, it’s for @flash-exchange with the prompt “sparklers/firecrackers”. requests are currently open (though with a queue)!
wc; 494.
tags; elbert greetia x gn! reader, may be a bit ooc, fluff, presence of fire, could be pre-established or established relationship, romantic undertones.
summary; you and elbert take a stroll together on the beach, where you light a sparkler with him under the moon…
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it was a serene night on the beach — a night like any other, in a secret hideout.
“lord elbert.”
you stopped in your tracks, turning back to look into those eyes as deep blue as the ocean whose shore you two were strolling aimlessly upon. even in the darkness of the night, illuminated only by the full moon and the dimly flickering stars, you felt you can make out those colors with clarity, especially as his eyes widened slightly.
“i want to share another secret with you, here in our secret place. that’s why i brought these.”
holding out a bag with a beaming smile, you used your other hand to take out what appeared to be two sticks.
one for you, and one for him. two sticks — just for the two of you.
“are they just sticks?” lord elbert’s voice was soft, but you could glean a quality of curiosity. “what… do we do with them?”
his movements were a tad awkward and stiff as you handed him one of the sticks.
“of course, we’re going to light them.”
“…?”
you used a lighter to light a spark on the wire end of the stick, causing the flame to spark outward with a crackling noise that almost seemed like applause. after you readjusted your grip, you lit lord elbert’s stick.
he stared at it with an unchanging expression, but you could tell he was focused on it from the way the flames so clearly reflected in those glass-like blue eyes.
“is this beautiful?” he finally asked following a bout of silence.
“to me? yes, it’s very beautiful.” your lips tugged into a small smile. “both when it’s alight, and when the flame goes out.”
“when the flame goes out?”
“i mean, things are beautiful because they fade away. when you leave behind the used stick, it is proof that someone was here, using them. and i think that’s beautiful.”
lord elbert closed his eyes, as if deep in thought. in the end, his only reply was a small “i see.”
then, after sparing the sparkling flame one last glance, he threw the stick into the ocean, watching as the waves that approached the shore rhythmically swallowed up the flame.
just as you had said, the only thing that remained after the flame extinguished was a stick that can no longer be used, not by him — but not by anyone else either.
“wh—hey! why have it go out so soon?” your voice was a little dejected, though you didn’t feel all that mad either.
lord elbert didn't reply, but the silence with him was comfortable.
and just as you found comfort in his quiet, slightly melancholic nature, elbert couldn’t help but find a similar comfort that the sparkler, which had originally came from your hands, was used by no one other than himself.
it was a strange source of comfort, yet it brought a small, perhaps fleeting smile to his lips.
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queengiuliettafirstlady · 2 months ago
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The Porcelain Doll secrets 
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The Porcelain Doll secrets 
Fandom: Ikemen Villain
Pairing: Elbert x July
Part of : Learning How to Love Myself Creation Challenge hosted by @venulus
Tag: Angst Hurt Comfort Body dysphoria Verbal harassment Insecurity Fluff
Word Count : 9.877
Author’s Note: A ball become an occasion for secrets to be revealed and confession to be made bringing two lovebirds closer than ever, past scars got mended and insecurities reassured with the feelings that hold their heart together bounded with love. 🥰
The doll of the title is July due to the her appearance she has often been compared to one. 🤗
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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊
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It was the dark of the night in London, all the mansion’s residents were wide awake, prowling the streets to punish the evil hidden in each corner of the capital.
Everyone had a mission to accomplish in their own way.
Anyone … but me.
The palace was eerily empty that evening offering me quite a rare occasion to roam its halls undisturbed, sighing heavily I leaned against a window frame clutching between my fingers a paper I learnt by heart for as many times as I read it.
Your Honourable Earl Elbert Greetia and his fiancée are cordially invited to the ball hosted by Your Grace Duke of Winchester held on saturday of the current week in his ancestral mansion in Hyde Park.
Wishing this letter would find you well, we await your presence most eagerly.
Faithfully yours.
                                           Lord Sebastian Redford. Duke of Winchester
I knew we should have attended, even more since my lover is a noble … but still my heart refused to yield to it.
Voices of a distant past, half memory half made-up swirled in my mind making me feel dizzy, I shook my head hoping, but in vain, to clear it, enough at least to let me reach my room, in a daze I wander around the hallways, stopping right in front of his room.
I know he had a mission but I hope he comes back soon unscathed, even though I know very well he won’t be, emotionally, wounds I would comfort him from by holding him close, brushing my fingers in his soft curls until he would feel asleep.
I let out a dreamy sigh looking back at our story, one of a kind, rolling lazily in the soft blue velvet sheets of his bed, as my eyes scanned each object we managed to collect together.
Together.
A word that I would have never thought possible between me and him when I first arrived, and that even now I find hard to believe, but my heart mad beating reveals the truth of a love too deep rooted to be forgotten.
Unlike the hateful invite whose pearlescent envelope still shines under the rays of the moonlight, discarded on his nightstand where I left it next to the spare key to his room he entrusted me with.
I never minded information gathering missions, after all that is part of my job, to deal with the most quiet and relatively peaceful part of it, since I am too sensitive to do otherwise.
The fact that bothers me the most is the hatred I have of parties, ever since I could remember even informal ones, but that night, no matter what I thought, I should have participated in that ball whether I liked it or not.
I should have been happy, even looked forward to it, too bad I feel otherwise, I knew it was just a mission, like Elbert and I had done countless times and yet I couldn’t help but feel panic rising in me at the mere prospect of participating in such an event.
Every normal girl would have been excited to join in.
But not me.
I am not normal. 
Everyone my age did their best to make me understand it through countless mockery, I paid them no mind I accepted it even but deep down I saw what it truly was, the tip of the iceberg of insecurities long concealed from the entire world.
I could have given up but the mere idea of leaving Elbert alone in such a place with so many people that would have fawned over him, making him uncomfortable, was unbearable to me and so I accepted.
The week went by in a blur and before I knew it Saturday had arrived.
Little did I know that my insecurities had picked that day, of all days, to pester me and were not going to budge until I felt like a rag, exactly how they wanted.
It wasn’t certainly the first time my kindness made me end up in an awkward situation, or that my low self-esteem tortured me so, but this time I wouldn't have given up because for nothing in the world I would have let him fight his demons alone, for this I accepted to accompany him.
Too bad I soon regretted my choice, cursing that mission as I found myself in the tailor shop Liam suggested to me.
The soft velvet wrapped around me was warm, a suffocating level of  smoldering for my liking, the bodice tight around my abdomen, almost painfully so, especially since my bosom looked a bit too much shown off, but I couldn't do anything about that, the bell sleeves covered my knuckles whereas the gown reached the floor, due to me being not tall enough , barely leaving out only the point of the low heeled dark teal pumps matching the empress teal color of my dress.
The only thing keeping me sane among all that mess was the stark sapphire of the golden engagement ring Elbert gifted me, the one I continue to caress to calm my racing mind trying to make peace with my heart, begging to not let my insecurities show, knowing better than to let anyone know my weakness no matter how much I trust them all.
At times I really do wonder what he sees in me, but it would be an insult to him to forget the immense affection ever present in his gestures and words showing me the depth of a love he held only for me, deep in his gentle heart, enough to tame, for a while, my doubts.
He, who could afford the very best in the world, picked me to be at his side.
He chose me above anyone else.
He wants me despite what I think of myself.
He loves me.
This alone fills my heart with a speck of courage enough to make me steer my resolve and come out of the changing room.
The first who notices me is Roger whose whistle of appreciation elicits me to be bolder, entering the spot of sun shining on the smooth parquet from the window as I swirl around myself giving Alfons and Harrison a front row seat to the show.
I do my best to feign nonchalance, feeling their gazes on me, but my voice betrays my emotions, coming out softer than how I would have liked to be.
“What do you think … of it ?”
The issue of the weird group that followed me to the seamstress is the fact that among them all the one I trust the most is Roger, whereas the other two are … well … pretty good liars.
I would have liked Liam to stay but he had a rehearsal for the following night opening spectacle and so I let him go, not desiring to ask anything knowing how much the theatre was to him.
“It’s pretty.”
His reaction was like a rain on a parade, chilling the little confidence I managed to collect back to square one, with all my inner doubts the word pretty is just what I need to hear, I look down, unable to meet Harry’s gaze any longer, adjusting my bodice as I bite my bottom lip.
I know in his head this wasn’t an insult, he just was listless since the one who dragged him along, bribing him with sweets, was Alfons, maybe the one of the three that know me better due to my relationship with Elbert.
“It looks nothing like the mannequin. I don’t know if it suits me.”
Roger was the first to talk,  perceiving the bitterness from my tone, seeing past my smile straight to the hasty way my finger kept pulling the lace on my back, rolling it around my digit, in a swift move he took it in his own hand leaving it to fall on my back.
“What really matters is how you feel in it ?”
“Disappointed. It looked so beautiful but now it feels like I am only lessening whatever charm it had.”
I gaze down, unable to meet his eyes, doing my best to drown the dark thoughts swirling in my mind, but I should have known he wouldn't let it slide off, even though he always called himself egotistical it was plain clear to me how deeply kind he was past his rough facade.
He cups my face in his hand, a glimmer of concern in his deep amber eyes as he gazes at me, his voice soothing almost like he was reassuring a scared puppy doing his best to make his word get to me.
“July listen to me. All bodies are beautiful no matter the size nor age. You can do anything you like thanks to it. That is all that should matter to you.”
“You are saying … I should be happy ?” 
“You should be proud of what you are always and forever.”
I know he is telling the truth, but it’s much more difficult to let it sink in ever since I always believe I'm not good enough.
“Moreover, there's nothing wrong with being different. You know the world is made of difference and different is not equivalent to ugly.”
I turn to look at Harrison, who wandered next to me, he took my hand in his, in doing so the light shine on the sapphire gem glimmering on my finger, offering me an anchor amidst the stormy sea of doubt swirling in me.
“I know Harry.”
I adjust some wrinkles on my gown, invisible to anyone, but me, offering him a strained smile, catching a glimpse of sympathy in his turquoise eyes.
“Thank you anyway for coming with me. I am sorry for wasting your time.”
“Don’t mention it, no one had anything to do and this is far more preferable than staying in the palace doing nothing anyway.”
I return the gentle squeeze of his hand on mine, looking at him with a smile, hopefully brighter than the one before, reluctantly I slide away from them, faking a composure I don’t possess as I walk toward the changing room.
As soon as I close the silk scarlet curtain behind me I place a hand above my heart beating madly in my chest, swallowing as I could all the insults echoing in my mind, clutching my other hand on the golden looking glass frame to steady myself.
I had done my best to avoid looking too much at my reflection in the mirror ever since I got changed, the same I am forced to see when my gaze jolted up at it, startled by the feeling of two hands landing on my shoulder.
“Our little robin looks upset, I wonder why.”
I am in no mood for jokes and I know he must have sensed it as I pout, my patience is growing thinner, unlike my hips despite the steel grip of the laces he wrapped tight, just like I asked of him, but he seems to care nothing of it as he continues unfazed by my glare.
“It may not seem an universal truth but a lot of girls would literally give anything to have an hourglass figure without needing a corset.”
Alfons voice coo sweetly in my ear but I know better than to believe his words, ignoring the way his hands gently tug one ribbon of my bodice and his warm breath fan over my neck as I meet his gaze in the mirror, soured by the bitter smile I offer him.
“I see you don’t trust me.”
I can’t help but frown at his words, I always knew he was pretty fickle but this was the first time he was so cruel. I know he was trying to cheer me up, but nothing anyone could do or say will sway what I think of myself.
“July of all the time you could, I would like you to trust me on this one.”
There is a shard of honesty flickering in his navy blue eyes while his gloved hands stretch closer to the nape of my neck.
“If you desire I could show you through the others' eyes.”
“Others ?”
“Even Elbert. You may feel what he sees when he looks at you.”
“But it would be an illusion.”
“Would you say it to be such a bad thing, if it improves your self-esteem ?”
“No … but I don’t want to, thank you.”
“As you wish.”
With an exaggerated gesture he takes my hand in his, placing a kiss on its back, I turn to face him only to see his dark coat, pouting as I look up at him.
“What a fierce expression on your visage. I am almost tempted to sweep you away for myself.”
“Elbert won’t be happy.” 
“Would you ?”
“No. I love him.”
“You are so pure I can see why he loves you. In exchange for your honesty I will be too, for this time alone, mind you. I find this dress to be quite flattering to you. It compliments well your peculiar green-grey eyes and your raven curls.”
In so telling he brushes his thumb on my cheek before taking a strand of my hair between his fingers bringing it to his lips before leaning it back on my shoulder. 
“Alfons is right, that color really suits your complexion.”
“Pale as a sheet.” 
I chuckle softly looking at Roger, not missing the hint of sterness in his gaze as he sighs softly.
“Fair, with a touch of red on your lips and cheeks.” 
I smile up at him, collecting enough courage to look at my reflection in the long mirror on the wall.
“Do you really think so ?”
I half-await half-dread to hear the answer, thinking his compliments to be mere lip service but I can’t deny the jolt of happiness bolting in my heart at his words.
“You really do look like a porcelain doll to me.” 
I smile up at him, seeing something akin to a mirth glimmering in his amber gaze as he looks down at me.
“I am so happy to hear that. I really hope to not embarrass him.”
“I don't think he will think that of you, ever.”
“I know … is only that … I want to look pretty … at least to him, tonight.” 
My voice soft, almost pleading to who or what I couldn’t really say … mayhap wishing, for once, to be enough. 
“You already do or otherwise he would have not made you his fiancée.”
I look at Harry, smiling at the sight of him nonchalantly chewing on a candy, wishing his carefree attitude could rub off on me, even a little bit.
At that moment the doorbell rings, signing a new client, I turn around to look at the entrance to that private part of the shop in time to see a flash of pink walking in.
“Hello everyone.”
Liam’s bubbly attitude is enough to put me in a good mood. I turned toward him, hoping he would notice me eagerly waiting for his opinion.
I smile at the sight of his cherry blossom eyes widening with surprise as they set on me while a smile brighter than the sun appears on his lips, lightning his soft features.
“Ohhhh July you look stunning.” Giggle of happiness bubbles out from my lips as I return his warm hug, revelling in his sweet scent as he holds me close.
“Thank you Liam.” A flicker of reluctance glimmer in his gaze he pulls away, taking my hands in his.
“Ahhh I am almost envious to not be the one to accompany you tonight.”
“I will tell you anything once I get home I promise.”
“Ahh I look forward to it then. I bet you will make some heads turn too.” 
With a wink he plops down on the sofa leaning back on the pillows as he smiles at me.
“Oh my, this could be quite troublesome to have two good-looking people in the same place.”
Alfons words make me laugh, strangely, managing to make me forget, be it for a little while, the weight of insecurities from my heart.  
The ride toward the mansion that evening can only be described as dreadful, if not for the idly chat Alfons tried to sway my mind with, and the warmth of Elbert's hand engulfing mine.
I squeeze it in return, smiling at him, ever so thoughtful he must have sensed something was wrong since morning for he did nothing but shower me in compliments ever since I showed up for breakfast, without mentioning the passionate kiss he pulled me in after seeing me in my gown.
“I would have rather stayed home.”
“I feel the same.”
Even though I doubt we have the same reason for it.
“I don’t want to share you with anyone. Tonight especially you look even more lovely, like a star.”
I smile as he nuzzles on my shoulder, leaving a gentle kiss on my neck like an overly affectionate cat seeking his owner’s affection, a really beautiful and possessive cat obsessed with his mistress.
There is a vulnerability in his voice as he speaks, wrapping one arm around my waist as he shifts closer to me.
“You are my star, mine alone. I want you all to myself.”
“I am Elbie. I am.” 
The demons in his mind seemed to quiet down as he tightened his arm around me, cooing sweetly in my ear.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He leaves an achingly tender kiss on my forehead, moving me to the core, to the point I struggle to keep at bay tears as he lifts my hand in his, kissing my finger above my ring.
Useless to say he behaves like a proper gentleman all the way, helping me get off the carriage, placing a kiss on my hand whose blush I rush to cover behind my fan, robbing me a yelp as he snuck behind it to place a kiss on my cheek, making me happy even more than words could convey.
His gaze fixed on me, gives me the confidence I needed as we walk toward the palace, my hand on his elbow, as it is proper for a couple, etiquette that didn't reach to damp the bright way I smile at the warm touch of his hand on mine, too lost in each other gaze we barely hear the chamberlain’s voice as he presents us to the hall before we make our way to the ballroom.
It was all a dream.
Then the dream shattered.
Like a mirror cracking in countless splinters shining on the sickeningly fake smile of the nobles looking down at me.
A butterfly caught by a net destined to be a specimen, that's how I feel, walking around the room under the envious eyes of the same people that make the good and bad weather in London's social season ruled by etiquette and unspoken rules, things I am not accustomed to, nor understand, like the outcast I was and always would have been.
I wish he could have stayed with me but the mission comes first and so he had to follow Alfons, I would have done anything to make him stay … but I couldn't.
I told him I would have been alright, but I knew it was a lie he must have seen through judging by his heart's spoken words.
“If you feel uncomfortable, come to me.”
“I will, don't worry.”
I assured him with a smile, but deep down I knew better than to pester him for such a silly reason. I wander for a couple of minutes around the hall but not to no avail, I have yet to catch some interesting rumors, enough to report to him anyway, the urge to run to him and hide away in a corner is strong but he is working and I couldn't possibly be so irresponsible as to leave Alfons alone.
It is already too much for me to be completely useless for this mission, leaving all the gathering information to the others, the least I could do is stay out of everyone's way and beg to fly under the radar, enough to not be bothered by any mockery.
Elbert never minded me being different then why should I ?
As this thought pops up in my mind a flicker of confidence begins to burn in my heart as I make my way toward a group of people chatting next to the buffet table when someone else caught my attention.
A grumpy woman, dressed in brown, looks down at me, before I can escape though I see her marching toward me.
It would have been a sign of being uncouth to not wait, even though something nagged at me knowing I would have regretted it, but Elbert's reputation comes first, I couldn’t make him embarrassed about me, no matter what, and so I stayed.
I am lucky enough to be with him, weird as I am, I can't disappoint him and risk him giving up on me, the mere idea makes a cold shiver run down my spine, I do my best to ignore taking a sip from my water-filled glass.
“You must be Lord Elbert's partner. I heard you were announced as such.”
“Yes, I am. It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance. ”
My words stop abruptly as she talks over me, and what comes out from her lips makes my blood freeze in my veins. 
“For tonight alone I hope.” 
Adding to the uncomfort of the situation are her eyes full of disdain, I don’t doubt shared by those around her.
“Why did you ask ?”
“You see, because I could never picture you as his fiancée.” 
“Why not ?”
“Oh dear you are pretty I give you that but Lord Elbert is a handsome earl, a pretty coveted husband for many and you ... You can't be with him. You are not good enough for him.”
Her word hit the target, like a fist on the solar plexus it took all the air out of my lungs, set on fire by the mere act of breathing, I clutch the glass to the point of hearing my nails claw on its smooth surface, faking composure I take it to my lips, hoping the sip to calm down my nerves.
“But…” 
I am ready to reply, but I was never too good at standing up for myself even more in front of such arrogant persons and so I swallow my retort along with the humiliation of feeling watched by the nobles gathered in that part of the hall.
“Oh please don't protest, it's so middle class to take any advice personally.” 
She frowns looking down at me as I am the weird one, not her for insulting me as it was nothing, with a jolt of her wrist she clacked her fan open and then snapped it close, hitting it on her hand sign she has all intentions to steer the conversation where she want and nothing would have stopped her.
“You are not at the same level but I am sure that someone else will surely do, your pretty face will make some head turn I am sure. You just have to choose anyone … but not him.”
“Why are you telling me that ?” 
I wonder the reason why she is being so cruel to me, but no matter how I rack over my brain nothing comes to my mind, leaving me dumbfounded and wounded by her treatment I had no reason to deserve. 
“Someone has to, my dear. You are a clever girl and as such you must see that Lord Elbert is above anyone. He is a deity worthy of the very best and you, let me tell you, are a bit too peculiar for him, too eccentric, we may say. You are even friends with that actor, what is it called ?”
“Liam.” 
I clench my hand in my sleeves, ready to fight off whatever distasteful insult she would throw about him.
“Yes, him. He may be a star but nothing good comes out to frequent people like that.”
“He is a great person, and a talented artist.” 
I answer back, swallowing the temptation to splash my glass on her slimy face, if for nothing else to not taint Elbert’ s reputation, even though I know he would care very little I still don’t want to make me a nuisance for him.
“To a weirdo he surely is. But for the Ton he is just an entertainer. Exactly like you.”
The words stinging like vinegar on a scar, I can only look back at her wondering what I have done to her too deserves such insults.
But after all, I should have gotten used to it. 
I should have expected it.
I should have … but I didn’t, and now I am paying the price for forgetting a lesson I should have, by now, learned  by heart.
That I am and always would have been an outcast, foolish in believing in people's goodness, mad even in trusting them to be good to weirdos like me.
Voices from the past overlap with the ones in the present creating a hellish noise that was enough to drown out the little composure I have, making me feel dizzy.
Her face looks like a dried plum, as a slimy fake smile plasters on her lips, looking pretty smug for someone who spit vitriol at me just a moment ago.
I glare at her, defiantly and judging by the look in her gaze she didn't expect nor likes that attitude.
“If I may.”
I raise my gown in a courtesy doing my best to keep at bay the urge to flee the palace, walking till I found a quiet corner of the room, her words echoing in my head, rubbing salt on my wounds, making them bleed as I try, to no avail, to patch up, struggling to breath properly.
I hold back all evening but right now I need him, I need to be with him, to feel his warmth, to hear his voice reassuring me of his love.
But the moment I spot him my heart skips a beat, dragging along the others, as it painfully beats against my ribcage.
My throat tightens and the tears, I managed until that moment to hold in, threaten to spill on my cheek, I grit my teeth, begging to forget what I just saw, begging it to be a lie, an illusion even but Alfons is nowhere to be seen, so this must be the truth.
I feel my heart shattering, the sprintles cutting through my skin, I can only clutch my hand over my chest, the gemmed brooch printing its figure on my palm as I struggle, but in vain, to hold it together at least until I will be safe away from there.
He was talking with a girl, and I could see how pretty and graceful she was, feigning innocence as she flirted with him, an elegance I will never have, always too much and never enough for anyone, rage boiling in my veins pushing me out of that mess.
The cold air of the night is enough to freeze me but I didn't feel it as I ran toward the carriage we came with, asking the driver to bring me to Crown’s castle.
It was a lie.
All along it was all a lie.
His profession of love.
Our happiness.
I am nothing more than an object, beautiful as I could be, destined to be owned and discarded like everything he used to have in his room.
And only now I see the truth from lies.
It was a cruel way to find out I am nothing to him like he is to me.
Tears stream down my cheek hastily dried in my handkerchief, swallowing the little whimper escaping my lips, as I bend in two, anger surge in me enough to numb my heartache as we approach the castle.
Once at the palace I knock at the door, smiling wearily at the servant before dragging myself on the stairs, pushing open my door and collapsing on the floor as soon as it was closed.
The mix of sadness and rage explode as I hastily took off my dress, discarding it carelessly along my corset and socks on the floor, tearing away my accessories I slam on the vanity, sliding my large velvet nightgown over my undergarments, not desiring to look at my body any longer than I already have.
The mirror on the wall stares mockinly at me.
I don’t even need to look at him to ask my question.
-Mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all ? 
-Not certainly you, stupid girl. Take a good look at yourself. 
His answer is harsher and more cruel than what I expected, but nothing I haven’t already told myself. 
I take a sheet from the wardrobe covering him with it, even though his words echo in my mind, another page in the list of insults and tease written in my mind the same that came back to the surface to torture my gullible heart.
In any case I am more than sure he didn’t notice me anyway, taken as he was in the conversation. I know he was just gathering information but my jealousy made all that appear much more malicious than how it was and yet I can’t do anything to banish it.
Especially at the thought he had now found something much more beautiful to cling to.
The mere idea take away all my energy pushing me to plop down wearily on the bed, hot tears stream down my cheek as I drown my sobs in a pillow, my hand clench on the sheets as I do my best to breath regularly but struggling to do so, I stretch my trembling fingers to take something from my nightstand but clumsy pushing it off. 
A little porcelain doll he gifted saying he reminded him of me.
A shriek of agony left my lips at the sight of the doll rolled on the carpet, looking like her strings has been cut, even her lips seems to be curled in a melancholic pout feeling alone away from his lover, whose doll still stood on the nightstand leaned back against the night lamp with a forlorn frown on his lips.
Exactly as I feel now that he gave up on me.
Another batch of fresh tears swell in my eyes, blurring my vision until the only thing I can see is the faint glimmer of the ring I hadn't the heart to take off.
There is no way he could love me.
There should have never been anything between us, maybe if there wasn't I wouldn't have suffered so much over a love that mayhap was never destined to be.
What silly dreams did I have ?
What I thought I was ?
My body is a jumbled mess of softness not attractive to anyone, my weirdness clear in anything I do or say, nor noble, nor accustomed to elegance, not an ounce of beauty in me.
Foolish my heart to think that a deity, who could have had the world at his fingertip, would have settled for someone so low, a mere worshipper not worthy even to tie his shoes let alone be by his side, as equal.
Folly of love my gullible heart brought me to trust in, and only now I see that it was all along a dream wished on a shooting star, fleeting and unreal as only a love like ours could be.
On top of all that I had embarrassed him, exactly like I didn't want to, making him the laughing stock of the nobility since his fiancée had the courtesy to leave the ball without telling anyone, nor even the host. 
A lump stuck in my throat at the picture of him being disappointed in me, so much I almost could hear his voice, the same I love so much, telling me he can’t be with me because of his tarnished reputation, affirming he deem me to be not beautiful enough anymore.
I clench the fabric of the pillow, biting on it to muffle the sobs as tears continue to soak it, only one to know the depth of my heartbreak knowing far too well he won’t come to me to repair it, pouring love between each crack like he used to, not now that he has finally see me for what I truly am, a mere servant not certainly a princess, trapped in a tower by a dragon no one will come to defeat to rescue me.
The bitterness of this statement takes my breath away, torment broken only by the knock at the door. I whip to look at it hastily drying my face with the back of my hand, swallowing my sobs in a soft sigh I hope he didn’t hear.
“July are you there ?” 
There is a frantic tone in his voice enough to make my heart tug in two at the idea he had come to me, despite what I thought. The charming prince coming to the rescue of his princess, a romantic trope I can’t help but feel my heart swell with warmth for, knowing he didn’t fully give up on me. Not yet. Still not even that adding it’s enough to snuff out the flame of affection telling me he came out of his love for me.
I bite my bottom lip as I fight the urge to answer him, hoping he will go away, not desiring to impose myself on him even more than I already do.
“July please answer me. Are you there ?” 
I hear panic setting in his usual monotone voice, I really am the worst kind of girl making him worry so much over a  nothingness like me, I feel guilty about the state I put him in. I know that if I don’t answer he probably will wake up the entire mansion making them prowl the streets of London fearing I have been kidnapped.
I sigh heavily, steeling my resolve, my voice coming out at least but so soft I doubt he heard it.
“Yes.” 
Yet he heard, he listened to me as he always did.
“Open me.” 
His request though is one I can’t allow no matter how much I love him, he hasn’t to see that pathetic show I am doing of myself exposing so shamefully my weakness and scars.
Truth to be told, the reason why I don't want him to see me is that I am afraid.
I have learnt at a high price to not show any weakness. Pretend, smile, nod, be polite and everyone will stop at the facade, not desiring to see where the truth lies, no one will mock you for who you are.
“I can't.” 
“Please.”
His pleading tone is like a poisoned apple sanking in my throat, fueling the mad desire to be with him to ease the pain clawing his kind heart.
“I can't … please Lord Elbert … go away.” 
My voice grows wobbly, cracking under the weight of emotions breaking the dam in my heart as they spill on my cheeks dripping over my words as I beg him to do something I deem the only one right to be.
The sound of his steps fade away on the carpet stinge my heart like an ice dagger … but I have no time to wallow in my thoughts because one moment later the metallic noise of the lock being played with takes me out of my reveries.
“I beg you … go away.” 
I am too weak to keep fighting his stubbornness, underestimating once more the weight of the love he has for me, the same steer determination that pushed him to acquire greedily anything he deemed beautiful is now settled on me, and I don’t know if I am mad, and honestly I cared little, but I liked seeing him so clingy, even obsessed, with me.
“I beg you to let me in.” 
He must have perceived something in my lack of answer, mayhaps hearing my heavy sighs, because he frets over to add in a much stronger tone that I know to be unable to reason with.
“I won't leave you nor until you open. I am sorry but I won't go away.”
I sit down on the bed, trying to adjust the sheets as I could in case he would have used his spare key to enter my room, even though I knew him to be too respectful to force him in even if he could.
“I care about you.�� 
The aching desperation in his voice is enough to make me get up, in a rush I ran to refresh my face in the sink, hoping to look normal enough, even though I know my red eyes and pale cheeks would have betrayed me, sighing softly as I open the door.
“I am fine as you can see, now you can go away.”
I see in his eyes how my dismissive answer wounded him, but I really can’t bother him with my foolish doubts, especially since I am sure he has far more important things to do than squander his time on me anyway. 
“This isn’t fine to me.” 
His eyes became dark with something akin to anger, dripping on the frown curling his lips, before I could close the door though he slid inside.
“I am sorry for intruding but I can't leave you alone. Not now.”
“Why not ? You have no reason not to.” 
I am touched by his affection I really am, but I hope from the bottom of my heart he hasn’t come all the way to say he want to give up on me, but luckily my doubt are immediately brushed off at the sight of the confusion glimmering in his gaze as he looks down at me, his tone matter of fact as he asks.
“Why should I ?”
“At the ball … I embarrassed you.” 
I sink my upper teeth in my bottom lip waiting with bated breath for the disgust I foresaw coming from him … but in its place I see nothing of the likes, only a quizzical expression in his light blue eyes as he tilted his head to a side.
“How so ?”
The clouds in the sky decided that moment to move away letting the dim light of the crescent moon shine on his golden hair, making him appear even more the deity he is, beautiful as he always was and as much unreachable, for someone like me.
“I went away before you.” 
I slide my thumb on my ring, caring nothing for the light prickle of the gem scratching my skin, unable to meet his gaze, for fear of seeing his disappointment I keep my eyes fixed on the mess of clothes on the floor.
“I noticed.” 
His words hit like lightning in a summer storm. I snap my head up to look at him, meeting his concerned gaze.
“You ... did ?”
“Of course I did. I was about to come to you when I saw you fleeing away.” 
“But that girl …”
He is too clever for his own good, there is no way he missed the hint of bitterness in my tone as a frown curl involuntarily my lips while I grit my teeth doing my best to keep at bay tears from spilling out and ruin the little composure I have.
“The one I was taking information from ?” 
The detached way he talks about her puts at ease the hint of jealousy gnawing in my mind, I unclench my jaw enough to put my tongue to use as I answer.
“Yes, her.”
“It was Alfons’ doing. I doubt she would have talked otherwise. She thought she was talking with one of his accomplices.”
The pleading tone in his voice as he looks up at me, waiting patiently for me to speak, if I was comfortable doing it, nor judging nor chiding me, put me at ease pushing me to confide in him.
“July, tell me the truth, why did you leave the ball all alone ?” 
“It was because of a woman, she started teasing me and since everyone surely agreed with her I thought it was better to go away and let you work.” 
By the time I finished, tears were already pricking at the corner of my eyes, the memory of her harsh words and mocking smile still fresh in my mind, I sniffled to keep my composure, or a resemblance of, in front of him.
“I figured as much. That’s why I stepped in her shadow.” 
I am taken aback by his statement, all along he knew and yet he made me say it in my own words to see if I trusted him enough to, fool I was to think he wouldn’t have noticed it, mad even to think to keep it to myself rather than talk to him, ever able to placate the storm of doubts swirling in me.
“You did ?”
“Of course I did. No one offends my fiancée and gets away with it. No one.”
I am baffled by his behaviour, nor that it displease me, nor surprise after all he can be quite protective of the things he loves, me above all, but I can’t help but be worried about him, I certainly don’t want him to become an outcast among nobles even though it never mattered to him I don’t want him to suffer even more by the hands of anyone.
“But Elbie, she is a noble. Aren't you afraid it’s gonna have repercussions on your reputation ?”
“She is only a baroness. Even if it has, I couldn't care less. She had no right to treat you this way. No one has.”
There is anger burning in his gaze, a threat in his smile as his words sound like a snarl quieted down only by the surprise my confession provokes in him.
“She is right.”
“No.” 
His tone leaves little space for a reply, I perceive his determination and I know that when he is like that nothing will sway his mind nor heart, but my demons aren’t so easy to placate.
“She is right, Elbert. I have nothing to give you, I am not worth fighting for. You can afford so much better.” 
Words that tormented me ever since I got with him finally slip out, enveloped in vitriol and bitterness so much I have an hard time recognizing them as mine, bleeding out from scars never healed of insecurities and anxieties freely lashed out on my sensitive and gullible heart, creating a reality from an illusion supported by the ever present mocking stares of the mirror on the wall, laughing back at me each dress I wore, each question I asked, whose cruel answers echoed in my mind wrapping it in his lies.
“How can I afford better when the best is already in front of me ?”
He cups my face in his hand brushing his thumb gently on my cheek catching the last tears flowing from my eyelashes as they were the most precious dews’ gems he had ever collected.
“July. You are the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me.”
His words are all what I always dreamed of hearing, piercing into my core with their tenderness, their light shining through the cracks on my walls as they begin to crumble down before his love, lowering my guard for him and him alone, wholeheartedly placing my trust in him.
“Don’t lie to me. Please don’t.” 
My mind and heart are at fight with one another I struggle to keep them quiet as I gaze at him, looking into his eyes to try to see any sign of his honesty or lack of thereof, but what I saw there it’s only the deep earnestness of a pure, kind heart that loves me above anything. 
“I could never, ever lie to you.”
A light smile curls my lips at the gentle plea in his eyes as he looks up at me before sliding to nuzzle softly in my neck, tightening his arms around my waist, moved by his words I slide my arms around his head, bringing him even closer in my bosom, revelling in the ticklish sensation of his locks prickling the sensitive skin of my cleavage.
“Please trust me.” 
The same breasts that so often dried his tears and offered him comfort when he needed the most were now the object of my loathsome stare and shame. I really am a fool if I can look at them that so many times managed to make him happy with such hatred.
He must have perceived the doubts still swirling in me because one moment later he kneel on the carpet from where he presses his face into my soft tummy, that he so often used as a pillow with his arms wrapped around me and my fingers brushing in his locks lulling him to sweet dreams. 
He raises his head to look at me through misty eyes, his lips trembling slightly as his arms tightened around my legs.
“I love you.”
A strained smile on my lips, tears in my eyes spill on my cheeks as my fingers find their way to brush in his soft locks.
“I love you too.”
I cup his face in my hand, smiling at the endearing way he leans his cheek on my palm craving affection, yearning for love as he always did and now finally obtained with me and I would be so cruel to give up on him all due to my doubts when he had never gave up on loving me no matter how weird I am. 
After a while he raises once more to his feet only to take my hand in his, squeezing it gently as he cradles my face in his soft hand, the tenderness in his gaze moving me to the core as his thumb gently brushes over my cheek.
“Am I beautiful ... to you ?”
My voice betrays my heartbreak, all my insecurities collected in that single question, I feel my eyes get misty once more but I refuse to bend over to them, looking straight into his gaze, bright with resolution warmed by love.
“Yes. The fairest of them all.” 
His honesty brush away my anxiety,  glimmering in his light blue eyes, captivating me to gaze at him as the last stone of my walls crumble down and the sun of his affection manage to shine through turning the once thorn-maze in a dazzling garden, pouring love in each and every scar where once there was doubt.
At least I feel my lips curl in a smile, as a single tear rolls down my cheek followed by many more, a flood of emotions I found hard to contain until he captures my lips in a delicious, sweet kiss. 
The saltiness of tears mix together with the stickiness of my lipstick, as the strong aroma of champagne melts with the smooth texture of water, still fresh on my tongue.
Reluctantly he pulls away, keeping me close wrapping one arm around my waist, his fingers curling possessively on my hips, his hard chest moulds in my soft bosom as he cradles my face in his hand.
“I love you July to madness. I desire to keep you all to myself to cherish and make you happy. I can’t bear the idea of anyone even remotely hurting you.” 
“I love you too, Elbert, so very much. I am crazy over you and nothing will make me smile more than seeing you happy.” 
“I am happy only when I am with you. I love you as nothing I ever owned. I am a mess but you still loved me, it’s I who don’t deserve your love.”
“Please don’t say that.” 
I lean my trembling fingers to brush over his lips, melting at the sight of it curling to leave a kiss on them. 
“Do you still love me ?”
“It could not be otherwise. Never.”
Reluctantly he pulls away, sitting me on the bed like his personal porcelain doll he lean me back against the pillows as he kneel once more on the floor his ever graceful fingers stretched to take the doll from the carpet, brushing off the dust from her clothes as he hand it over to me. I take it to my chest, hugging her with a smile, happy to see she hasn’t broken despite my clumsiness, before placing her next to the doll of a prince, a gift I made him to keep her company.
The fairytale scene on my nightstand was complete once more, the couple of dolls that looked like us, sat side by side, smiled happily as they held hands, their love destined to be exactly like ours.
I focus my gaze on him, smiling back at me from his place on the bed, a light playful smirk adorn his lips as his gaze set on something on the floor his elegant digits reach to take, in the pale moonlight I see the object glimmering, he offers me no explanation though as he opens it, making its bold scarlet color shine outside its golden shell only then I recognize it as being my lipstick.
His voice is laced with a hint of obsession murking his gaze as he looks down at me, a facet of him I didn't pull away from, ready to embrace and love him as he is exactly like he always did for me.
“It seems my proof of love needs improvement since my kisses aren't enough.”
His movements are swift and precise as I never could have guessed, almost as he was used to it, scarred from a troublesome past he had spent being anyone's beauty doll, one he has broken free from I am happy to think, partially, because of me.
That thought alone warmed my heart as nothing ever could.
He put a spell on me, bewitching me to stare at him, shining bright like a charming prince.
My prince charming.
The same that galloped a horse all through the night to get to the palace before the carriage ever could, a secret his peculiar scent told me of before he even had a chance to. The idea that he spared no effort for me proof enough of his love to quiet the doubts in my mind.
I am mesmerized by the sight of him, his white and blue clothes sticking to his skin, his delicate red lips curled in a smile, his soft blonde locks shining under the warm light of the lamp and his calm yet passionate sea blue eyes, he is the very portrait of a cherubian. 
Mine and mine alone.
His greediness must have rubbed off on me but I don’t mind, I see it as a proof of the unconditional love and deep devotion we feel for one another.
He leans me against the pillows, raising my nightgown enough to lower the upper hem of my drawers. There is softness in his fingers where once there was only skin and bones, due to his habit to regularly eat alongside me, spurred by the meals I cook him as he told me himself, the memory of his honest confession makes me smile, warming me to the core.
My gaze glue to him as I feel his warm lips pepper wet kisses all over my belly, nibbling and sucking on my skin, kneading and moulding the soft flesh in its wake, brushing his fingers on my hips, tracing with his tongue each stretch mark, with his lips each mole, smiling up at me as he prop his chin on it looking up at me as I am was the most precious treasure in all the world … and I knew that to him I am.
He robs me of my coherent thoughts as his fingers make their way toward my plan abdomen, tickling it, making me dizzy from pleasure and happiness at the sweetness in his voice as he bestows professions of love on my body enough to reach my heart, flooding it with warmth. 
“My Princess.” 
A kiss of utmost devotion above my belly button, followed by a delicious sweet one at the center of my abdomen.
“My Queen.”
“My cherished treasure.” 
A soft brush of his lips placed gently on the upper part of my right breast followed by a tender one on my left.
“My precious doll.”
Hesitancy in his features as he looks up at me, his finger hover above my bosom, not daring to touch despite his eagerness to, gently I cup his hand in mine placing it flat on my chest, giving him permission to do anything he likes to me.
A light groan escape from his lips as he unbuttons my nightgown leaving me in nothing but my drawers and my regency corset, I sigh dreamily as the fresh air of the evening brush over the naked parts of my body, but the smoldering gaze he looks at me with is enough to make my heart race wildly in my chest keeping me warmer than the even the sun ever could.
I see him fiddle with the lace, I could stop him but I don’t want to and so I let him, a moan escapes my lips as he tugs at the ribbon holding it close with his teeth, enough to open it just a little bit, an erotic view I don’t have in me to look away.
I bathe a little longer in the lust lidded gaze he looks at me with as he lick his upper lip, smirking as he bends over me to take one of my breasts in his capable hand, caressing and molding it as he pleases, placing a kiss on its upper part, brushing his thumb on my nipple above the fabric, perking under his touch robbing a moan of pleasure from my lips at the relentless combination of kisses and massages as he gently switch his focus to the other one, leaving a trail of red kisses over my fair skin.
At last he looks up at me with so much devotion to have me in tears as he presses a reverent kiss between my breasts, filling my heart with his love.
“My love.”
“My one and only love.” 
In an instant he raise to tower over me only to melt his lips on mine in a delicious kiss I welcome arching under him, feeling the soft sigh of pleasure escaping his lips as I push my hips against his, swallowing my moans as he wrap his tongue with mine, letting him lead that sinful dance of passion as our bodies move in sync alike our heartbeats bounded by unwavering and unconditional love. 
Reluctantly he pulls away looking into my eyes, the same gaze I love so much now dark with lust and possession the same I welcome with open arms as he wraps me in his embrace, holding me close so much I can feel his warmth, nuzzling his head on my bosom, purring in delight as he looks up at me, his eyes overflowing with love enough to make my heart swell with affection at the endearing sight. 
“I love you July only you. You are my precious treasure, my one and only cherished doll.” 
“I love you Elbert so very much.”
There is a raw plea in his voice as he lean his face on my breasts gazing up at me. 
“Please don’t leave me. I really do love you. You are the only one for me.”
“I won't now nor ever.”
A carefree smile curls his lips as he sits on the bed, only to leave an achingly tender kiss on my forehead before tightening his arm around me as we lean back against the pillows.
“I love you as you are, don’t change.”
“I won’t. For you I won’t.” 
I murmur caressing his cheeks with my fingers, brushing some golden lock away from his face enough to gaze straight into the clear warm blue sea of his eyes.
“Please don’t give up on me.”
The shameless words of a weakling I managed to hold in until now come tumbling off my lips, so much I hope he hasn’t heard them … but he is certainly no fool like I was for thinking so. 
“I would never July, ever, for nothing in the whole world I love more than you. I assure you.” 
His warm fingers caress tenderly the apple of my cheek as he brushes his nose against mine, smiling at the sound of my carefree giggles. 
There is a strange vulnerability in his gaze, shadowed by his long eyelashes, latching onto his words as he speaks, reminding me once more of how sensitive and yet strong he is at once.
“Will you do the same for me ?” 
At least he raises his pleading eyes to meet mine, while his fingers on my waist tighten their grip almost as if he is scared I would give up on him, as if I ever could, an anxiety that pestered me too from time to time but that he always managed to brush away like I have done with his.
“Of course Elbie. I could never, ever no matter what.”
The sun returns to his gorgeous blue eyes as he gifts me a tender smile, so bright and happy to captivate me enough to reach and melt my lips on his, welcoming the gentle way he deepened the kiss, holding me close as he ravages my mouth with his tongue before entwining it with mine.
A kiss he breaks off reluctantly, leaning his forehead to mine as we avidly breathe the air in the little space between our lips, until he pulls back enough to wrap his arms around me leaving an achingly gentle kiss on my hair.
Some of my doubts could come back sometimes but I know that every time he will be there to chase away their clouds with the warm, smouldering light of his love.
I sigh softly in his embrace giggling as I feel his hands curl on my waist gripping me tightly, I nuzzle in his chest brushing my lips on his heart, revelling in the light chuckle escaping from his lips, eager to see more I look up at him purring softly at the gentle caress of his fingers on my cheeks admiring the tender expression in his light blue eyes crinkling with affection as I playfully smack a kiss on his cheeks gazing at him with a smile, mirrored by his own graceful lips as he hold me against him, enveloped in the warmth of the blankets we are cocooned in, less smouldering perhaps than the emotion burning in our hearts bounded inextricably together with love.
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Ikevil Male Leads in a Job interview
WARNING: This is a joke, please don't act like this in your actual interview!
Liam:
Interviewer: "Tell me about yourself."
Liam: "My name is Liam Evans. I'm a stage actor for the past X no. of years and also works as assassin behind the scenes. I was forcefully put into a mental hospital at a very young age after I was accused of killing my parents and my butler and also burning my family mansion. Due to this, I get frequent episodes where I go completely crazy and do things out of curiosity."
Interviewer: *WTF!!?*
William:
Interviewer: "What are your strengths and weakness?"
William: "Well...I can give orders to people and force them to do whatever I want by just looking into their eyes."
Interviewer: ".........Are you implying that you possess, leadership skills?"
William: "I won't necessary call it a leadership skill because I love seeing people being free and being the master of their own actions."
Interviewer: "..........."
Interviewer: "..........O-Okay, then what are your weaknesses?"
William: "Strawberries."
Interviewer: "........."
William: "....fufu....I'm sorry, that's the only thing I can't share?"
Harrison:
Interviewer: "So Mr Harrison, why do want this job?"
Harrison: "Honestly, I just wanna a job because I want to avoid going to home because there is this annoying old man in house who constantly gives me tasks in the name of Queen Victoria."
Interviewer: "....Was it supposed to be a joke?"
Harrison: "You tell me. Am I lying or saying the true?" *takes out his strawberry milk can*
Interviewer: ".........."
Elbert:
Interviewer: "So Mr. Greetia, how do you put an elephant inside a refrigerator?"
Elbert: "..............Does putting an elephant inside...makes it beautiful?"
Interviewer: "Excuse me?"
Elbert: "I have preserved many animal skins before.......but never an elephant. .....Do you think an elephant is beautiful...?"
Interviewer: "..........Ha?"
Alphonse:
Interviewer: "Can you work under pressure?"
Alphonse: "Of course. Not only working under pressure, I can also help others in my team to work effectively."
Interviewer: "Oh, how?"
Alphonse: "I can give them blissful dreams to help them relieve their stress."
Interviewer: "B-Blissful dreams...?"
Alphonse: "Want to find out? *removes his gloves* Let's have fun together, shall we?"
Interviewer: "NO!" *runs away*
Roger:
Interviewer: "Can you tell me about a time you had to deal with an unsatisfied customer?"
Roger: "As a part of my job, I do encounter various types of patients. But there is this one bastard who is always ungrateful. He's my regular customer and always comes to me for check up and no matter how much I work hard to treat his injuries and lung problems, this son of bitch calls me a quack and then smokes right in front of me! After I treated his lungs! Seeing him makes me wanna pull out my gun, shoved it his mouth and shoot him. But I have to control myself because I'm a doctor."
Interviewer: ".............."
Roger: "Your heart rate is fast....are you okay?"
Ellis:
Interviewer: "So tell me why you quit your last job?"
Ellis: "Well....I was doing a contract job with my previous employer. But no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't make my boss happy."
Interviewer: ".....................Huh?"
Interviewer: "E-Excuse me...what kind of job were you doing before?"
Ellis: "I was working in a trading company as my boss's assistant and carry out whatever orders my boss gives me. It could range from simple collections to straight up assassination and cleaning up. But no matter how much I worked hard, my efforts couldn't bear a fruit. I couldn't make my boss happy....*sad face*
Intervierwer: "E....Erm...."
Ellis: "Will you give me a job here? I promise I'll make you the happiest person in this entire world." *smiles*
Interviewer: *runs away feeling embarrassed*
Ellis: "Did I make them sad too?" *sad face*
Jude:
Interviewer: "Phew....that was a lot...In my entire career, I have never interviewed a bunch of weirdos....*sighs* please call the next---"
*gunshot*
Interviewer: "WHAT THE HELL!? Was that a gunshot!?"
*Door opens*
CEO: "Please! please help me! He's after my life!"
Jude: "Where's that bastard who stole my money? You think you can steal my money and get away huh? Now how should I punish you?"
CEO: "Mr. Jude....please...I'm sorry...I just wanted to start my own company..."
Jude: "If you wanted to start your own company, you should have done it with your own money, you jackass. *lights his cigarette while standing in front of the 'no smoking' sign board* Tch....Usually, I would let Ellis handle these kinds of errands, but now I have to do it myself."
Interviewer: (Wait....so this guy was Ellis's...previous boss)
Jude: *Shots the CEO in the head*
Jude: "Now I'm taking over your company. Since it's technically build from my money" *laughs manically*
Interviewer: *faints*
Jude: "Hm? *looks at the fainted interviewer* What the?"
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judesmoonbeauty · 8 months ago
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The Greedy Siren 𓇼 ⋆。˚ ⋆。˚ 𓇼
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WC: 3,693 CW: Light mentions of Death, Self-sacrifice. Tags: SFW, Dreams, Sirens, Yandere, Angst, Romance, Kissing, Light mentions of Imprisonment, Yearning Pairing: Elbert Greetia x You Inspiration: Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea by MISSIO Minors: DNI Read more here.
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Your feet were planted at the edge of the white shoreline while the incessantly chilled waters from the ocean flooded over ankles. The entire horizon was stark white, no clouds, no sun, no moon, or stars were present. It was simply an empty white void enticing you to journey to it's end, so obeying this inexplicable beckoning, you step forward and to your surprise you do not sink when you enter the water. Cautiously you tread a top the deep blue waters and after a moment, you pause to look back upon the beach, only to see the shoreline shimmer like an evanescent bubble and then disappear from your sight.
You do not panic or fear because deep within yourself you know you're being called by something and you must respond to that call. It doesn't make sense, but then again what does anything of this world so far? Further and further, you travel distantly towards the horizon that has no end in sight. A light breeze blows past you carrying faint melancholic whispers of that which entrances your soul. It sounds so lonely, like a cry of longing and sadness, and your heart yearns to comfort it. Following the breeze, the further you travel the more you wonder what it is that is truly calling you. The saturation of the blue water seems to have intensified some unnatural color. It's beautiful, exotic and rich, much like the wing of a Morpho butterfly.
After some time, you finally catch sight of something in the distance that uniquely stands out against the world of white and blue. A figure dressed in black, with gray indifferent eyes, gloved hands and a handsome face stands prominently next an object draped in a canvas cloth at his feet. You noticed that he too did not sink into the ocean beneath you, but before you could open your mouth to question him, he spoke first.
“Oh, finally! I never thought you'd make it here. I've got other things to do you know,” he huffed.
“You're waiting for me?”
“Well, of course. Do you think I'd be standing here for hours and hours on end otherwise?”
You were taken aback by his complaining of your being late that had inconvenienced him, but then asked him, “What am I to do here?”
He replied in utter exasperation, “Why, you're the offering of course. Don't you know anything about this place?”
You replied by tilting your head at him, prompting him to explain that this was the world of - the Siren. The Siren calls out in a whispered song for all beautiful things to come to him, and once you've responded to his call by entering this world, you're never able to escape again.
“Essentially, my dear, you've entered a gilded bird cage, and very soon it's bottom will open and swallow you up in it's entirety.”
“I wouldn't considered myself beautiful.”
“How modest of you, but you see, only things that the Siren considers beautiful are invited by him, and only beautiful possessions may respond to his call. Therefore, you must at least meet the bare minimum of his beauty standard.”
“If you say so,” you stare at the man in black as he nonchalantly explained you came to be in this world.
“Is there a way to escape?”
You asked him earnestly as he stood there and laughed so hard at the question that a tear formed in one of his eyes. “Oh, haha. You're entirely serious aren't you? Well, I don't blame you. No one wants to be a sacrifice, do they? However, I'm afraid there isn't a way.”
You look down at the water gently rippling beneath in defeat when he suddenly approached you, sharing the same air that you were breathing. Take a lock of your long hair in his gloved hand, he made you an offer, “It's a shame that someone as adorable as you became entangled in the Siren's call. Well, I suppose I could help you, and give you the most pleasant dream before you depart from this life. I could even join you for a bit, hm?”
His gray eyes smoldered with a sinister desire as he ogled you like a fruit ripe for plucking. Ignoring his offer, you knock his hand away from you, and you take a step backwards. He simply shrugs at your rejection and pulls the cloth off the object that had been laying next to him, revealing a beautiful glass casket. It was trimmed with the most brilliant gold and clusters of butterflies dappled it all over, such a beautiful and terrifying box to behold. When you realize it was meant for yourself, you swallowed hard, and asked, “Why the casket?”
“He'll want to watch your beauty for as long as it lasts. Although, it may be a while before you actually plunge to your watery death, you'll most likely starve to death here before you're taken below. Well, why don't you hop in now? It'll save time to have you prepared beforehand.”
He opens the lid to the casket and extends his hand to help you inside, but you refuse to enter the coffin. “I'd prefer not to be more confined than I am before I am sacrificed, and is there really no way to survive?” His deadpan stare wasn't encouraging at all, but after a moment, he finally answered you.
“I am but a humble servant of the Siren, and in all of my servitude, I've never once seen anything return to the surface or mercy bestowed, but precedents exist for a reason, don't they?” he said mockingly.
“Well, I'm not waiting around here anymore, the night is calling for me and I intend to enjoy it.” With a simple step of his foot, the shimmering blue waters beneath him opened wide, and he kicked the decorative coffin into the pitch black depths below. “Hm, if you'd like, I could send you to him now?It'll be quicker if you drown or do you wish to stay here and wait in suffering?”
“I'll stay here. If I am to die than I shall, but I'll do so on my terms. I'd like to live for as long as possible.”
He stepped over the waters again closing them back up as if they'd never been disturbed, and as he walked away from you he bid farewell, “You're a fool. Oh, give my regards to my Master, if you're able to last that long.” He laughed scornfully, and soon disappeared from your sight, as though he himself had been nothing but an shimmery illusion.
What an odd place this is.
The more you ponder over it the more it seems that this Siren is searching for something beautiful, and though you're assured that you meet his standards, that doesn't offer any consolation. Looking around the white and blue expanse, you decided to walk for as long as you could, if this was essentially a birdcage, then it won't matter where you are because you'll always be within the Siren's grasp. So, with trepidation you decide to move forward above your watery grave for as long as possible, not realizing just how much your presence disturbed the depths below.
Deep in the fathomless vast blue lays in ruins a monumental kingdom that's rotting away like driftwood. White stone temples and buildings litter the ocean floor as kelp forests sneak throughout it trying to stretch it's arms towards the surface hungry for light, much like their ruler. Treasures of gold, silver, copper, every precious metal and stone can be found scattered throughout the silent decaying kingdom, and something else, the rotting carcasses and bones of all the lives the ruler of this eerie domain deemed beautiful, but was soon cast aside with out a second thought. Sitting upon a throne of silver waves, as still a monument himself, was the beautiful Siren who longed for the most beautiful thing the world could offer him in his infinite abode of darkness. Everything around seemed frozen in time as he sat in the thick inky darkness, waiting for his sacrifice.
Ah, it's here.
His next offering, the one he hoped would finally quench the inextinguishable desire for beauty, soon he would open the surface of the ocean and pull them into the glassy sea, but something unexpected happened that the Siren did not account for. As he sat on his throne of cold luxury he could sense her steps from below, they were filled with fear, but she wasn't running in fear. Rather, it was like she was carefully searching for something or someone. Each time she took another step the depths below were illuminated with a beam of light that reached the Siren's realm below. The silent being opened it's eyes and witnessed the miracle he'd never once ever seen before , but secretly yearned for. The light was so beautiful, so transient, and luminous that it beckoned him to move from his salty abode.
Stepping onto the sea floor, he looked up towards the surface from below, and could see her footsteps tickling the surface with slow deliberate steps. When the light hit his ivory, sculpted body his iridescent scales shimmered, and his azure eyes began to cloud with something ominous and dark. It didn't take much to peak his curiosity and motivate him to ascend from his depths, whomever it was, he was going to possess – forever.
Mine.
The whispers that called to you died out long ago when you encountered that rather morbid man. This should've been a relief to you, but somehow, you were longing for those whispers. It was a rather foolish thought, longing to listen to the voice of the Siren that was going to consume you, but it couldn't be helped. In the end, you decided to completely relinquish yourself to the Siren and search for him wholeheartedly. There isn't really anyone or anything that you're attached to back home, and though you enjoyed your work at the postal service, you'd didn't live for your job. If there was one thing that you regret, it was that you wouldn't be able to enjoy watching plays from time to time, but they were a costly and rare treat, so that didn't really matter either.
Waiting for one's demise wouldn't be so bad if it weren't so silent you thought to yourself, but just for a moment you felt as if something shifted beneath you. Halting you turn around to look behind yourself wondering if the morbid man came back, but you never noticed, no you didn't even sense it – the calamitous Siren had burst through the water's surface behind you. In splashes of brilliant blue and white, spirals of water surround you both, so there was no escaping him. Looking all around yourself, you're soon met with a set of jeweled eyes, so intense and alluring that you immediately step towards the watery being.
Ethereal and beautiful could easily be understatements used to describe the god-like creature before you. Beads of water drip from his sunshine gold hair and fall onto his collar bone that is kissed with beautiful patches of silvery scales. His silver diadem was encrusted with sapphires that perfectly matched his eyes. His bare chest was broad and well proportioned, but it was his face that could be considered the most sacred and revered work of art in all worlds. Unashamedly, you reach out to touch this porcelain oppressor, but stop yourself midair and retract your hand.
The spray of the swirling waters seemed to cut through the tension you felt towards him - the tension and attraction. Hanging your head in shame at what you almost did, you grip your clothes trying to exercise self-restraint. He noticed you pulling away from him, and so he asked, “Why....did you stop?”
Looking up at him again, your reaper, the one whom you'd been called for, and now longed for, you replied, “I was- enamored, but I- I didn't have permission to touch you, I'm sorry.”
“......”
He was silently watching you, not quite sure how to respond to the honest answer. All of the living sacrifices were usually dead by the time he sunk them below, or if they were still alive, they were so enthralled with his visage that they would touch him wherever they could for as long as they could breathe. It was sickening, but he reasoned that if it was the price he had to pay for stealing the object for himself, then it was a small price to pay, but this object was different.
“I heard your song of loneliness,” she said provoking him back to reality.
“Loneliness?”
“It sounded lonely to me. Is it lonely living at the bottom of the sea?”
He stared at you like he was trying to search for the answer from inside you, and all he could see was this luminous glow all around you, and the more you seemed to glow, the more murky his eyes grew.
“Yes....it is lonely, hollow, and dark.” He draws closer and closer to you, until he is within centimeters of you. You can taste the salt in air that surrounds you both pushing you to envision what it must taste like to kiss him, and soon your thoughts are overran with the thought of sucking on his lips, and other forms of his flesh. Would they twitch, would they swell? Breaking your concentration, he leans into your ear and whispers, “I want you.”
A shiver pierces throughout your body at the sound of his low aching whisper, and though you know it means that you'll be chained to him in the depths of darkness, whether or not you live or die, you respond with the utmost sincerity, “Dear Siren, if that is what will make you happy and end your loneliness, then I gladly hand my body and my life over to you.” His heavy maddening eyes flicker with pleasure at your willingness to submit to his greed, so you swallow hard and ask him one question before he consumes you, “Before we return, may I touch you?”
He takes your hand quickly and places it onto his chest. His body is cold to the touch and perfect, it beckons you to grope it, but in your final moments that is not what you wish to offer to your beloved Siren. You move your hand from chest and gently move his bangs away from his forehead offering a chaste kiss. The two soft pads seep an unfamiliar warmth into in his body, it's a new sensation that he's never felt before, and knows will never feel again. He closes his eyes briefly as you both share the sacred and intimate moment, and when you withdraw from him, his ocean eyes are overcome with even more greed to possess you and your light.
Without hesitation, he plunges into the sea with you in toe, dragging you deeper and deeper, but not once do you look back at the surface as you've completely given yourself up to him and welcome your watery eternal rest. He doesn't feel you struggle, rather he senses your resolution to succumb to him, and that simply fans his desire to have you more. It was so satisfying to him not having a sacrifice struggle in vain or even give up the struggle just to violate him before their expiration. It was refreshing, liberating, soothing even, and now you're his.
Upon reaching his realm of greed and decay he turns around to admire your beauty and the light that you graced his darkened world with, but his murky eyes suddenly began to clear when his saw the light you cast off flickering, about to go out for eternity. No, this isn't beautiful either. This is not what he was searching for in the end. You were just a false light that gave him hope. His now dim eyes were about to cast you aside as he done to all other objects before you, and with the last bit of strength you have, and with through the pain of the saltwater stinging your eyes, you smile at the greedy, lonely Siren.
Defeated with the dying thought laying to rest with you that you too would never be enough, you shed a tear for him filled with all the hope that soon, he will find the most beautiful he's been searching for. Instead of discarding your body, the Siren pulls you toward him by your waist, and watches the iridescent tear spill from your eye, and without a thought he licks it up resting it on his tongue. He stares at you in wonder as your lifeless body floats in his arms while he contemplates what to do next with the tear your shed for him. Another miraculous thing happened in the mind of the Siren – he gave a second thought about you. He'd never done so to any of the refuse he once thought was beautiful before.
How odd.
Though you both shared the briefest of encounters, he recalled how you did not touch him forcefully, how kind you were to him, you offered him a chaste kiss, and willingly drowned yourself for him, but more than that, you offered him light and warmth – something he had never felt before. He wanted to feel it again and again.
“Beautiful. You – you're the most beautiful, and you're mine.”
Your tear that sat upon his tongue was then morphed into something else – a blue Siren's tear. He opened your mouth gently, and offered you the stone with his own tongue. After he made sure you consumed the ethereal gem, your body too began to change, and the brightest light that ever graced his watery birdcage shone throughout his kingdom.
Slowly you opened your eyes feeling slightly disoriented and tired, but strangely new. Looking around you find yourself underwater, your hair swirling beautifully around you; your skin was kissed with shimmery patches of silver and gold, and then you noticed your reflection in the glass container you're in. A gold diadem with blue gems sit upon your head and your white dress did nothing to veil your supple flesh underneath, you felt water moving over small slits located behind your ears, you no longer needed oxygen to breath. You had now become a beautiful siren yourself locked inside the glass and gold casket the black-clothed man had kicked into the sea earlier. Focusing just beyond your reflection, you see him, the greedy Siren who decided to preserve you for life at his side for an eternity, so that he may gaze upon your beauty and share in the light that only you emitted.
You touch the glass in front you and he soon swims up to the door of the coffin matching your hand with his. You smile at him happy that he seemed to finally gain what he's always wanted. His deep azure eyes that long to destroy and consume you over and over again finally soften, and he smiles wickedly at you knowing that you can never escape him, “Mine.”
Whoosh.
A stiff sea breeze rushes past you, the seagulls call overhead, and the sensation of your wet clothes sticking to your knees begin to pull your head out of it's murky stagnation. What happened? The next thing you know, you hear a rather sly voice, “Well, did you have a pleasant dream?” You turn your head to find Alfons putting his glove back on his hand.
“Alfons!? What did you do?” You finally remember that you and Alfons had been waiting at the beach for Elbert before you set out for a mission.
“Eh, just a little fun to pass the time while we wait for El. Although, I'm not entirely sure what you were dreaming about? You kept trying to plunge yourself in the ocean. It was amusing at first, but it soon became a hassle.”
“What did you tell me to dream about?”
He smirked at you and whispered into the side of your ear, “What you desire the most. By the way, are you sure you don't want to choose me instead? What you desire certainly indicates something abnormal.”
“Absolutely not, I-”
A forceful hand pulled you away from your taunter, and when you looked back you found Elbert holding you tightly. “Al, I've told you not to get too close. I won't tell you again. “
“Ah, yes, yes. I won't do it again. Well then, are we ready for our mission?” Alfons turns away without apology, and Elbert mumbles something overhead about locking you away again if this keeps happening. At this you turn to tell him fervently, “You could lock me away in the depths of the ocean, and I'll gladly drown for you, if it makes your happy, El.”
You lean in and kiss him sweetly to show your sincerity, but he engages you more fiercely with his tongue swirling in your mouth. Between each desperate and greedy kiss he tells you,“If I do that.... ha-”
He angles your head to kiss you more deeply, “....then I won't be to kiss you like this anymore, and I - I want you...”
His hot tongue reaches deep into your throat massaging every inch it could possibly touch, “.....Mmh – ha....More and more, by the day my appetite for you grows more.”
You push your tongue hard back into his mouth trying to devour him as much as he was devouring you, but he overpowers you and yanks you tightly against his body, “Ah..,” you moan.
“So, let's wait until I'm ready to consume you forever and enjoy this a bit more. Hm?” A strand of saliva gleams against the sinking sun when you nod in agreement and with a gentle pull of his hand your beloved Siren pulls further and further into his ocean of sin – that which revolves around your love within Crown.
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I hope you enjoyed this story! Please let me know if you wish to be tagged in any of my content, and which characters or series.
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drachonia · 29 days ago
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𝐚 𝐟 𝐥 𝐨 𝐰 𝐞 𝐫 ' 𝐬 𝐰 𝐚 𝐫 𝐦 𝐭 𝐡 .
Kinktober 2024 Day 3 Elbert Greetia x OC insert (Anna)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: not much to say other than thick thighs save lives. /jk
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, face sitting, general sappiness.
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“You’re sure?”
“…Yes.”
“You hesitated, Elbert.”
The blonde laid back on his large bed, at home in his estate, holding his lover’s waist as she sat on his chest.
“I want to feel…all of you, more intimately.” He confessed, cheeks dusted pink as he cradled her hips, feeling the muscle of Anna’s thighs tense slightly underneath. He tugged at the ribbon that held her skirts, loosening it enough to push it up her body for her to take it off, continuing until he was face-to-face with her bare hips. The way he felt drawn in by her was intense, all-consuming, almost beastly as he stifled a groan and pulled her by the hips against his face, nose pressed to her pelvis as he wrapped his soft lips over her folds and rubbed his tongue over them. Her voice came out in a low but delicate moan, his tongue gently pushing against her folds as she clutched at his silken blonde hair, resisting that urge to rock her hips in fear that he’d get hurt.
Her fears were unfounded though, as something in Elbert reached out a bit more, hands grasping beneath the skirts at her butt, sinking into the firm but slightly squishy skin there as he curled his tongue up into her, moaning while bright blue eyes flickered up to meet hers, the slightly pointed tip of his tongue rubbing and flicking her sensitive bud at the apex of her folds as he held her gaze.
“El…” she gasped as he curled his tongue there, gently rocking her hips out of insinct to chase more of that feeling again, her thighs squeezing against his jaw as he dug his fingers into her skin further. Another loud groan left her as his tongue swirled inside, making her folds vibrate from the sound.
“E-Elbie..! Mm, you know you can’t do that..!” Anna whimpered, feeling his hands take over as he gripped her hips and gently moved her against his tongue, humming all the while as he seemed to be getting lost in the taste and feel of her. Tongue moving faster, he eagerly lapped away her nectar before more could drip out of her. Not a single drop would be wasted as those blue eyes darkened in mild madness while they looked up at her. She would never admit it, mostly because Elbert wouldn’t let her for her sake, but she adored that slight tinge of heat behind that wild eyed look. The adoration only intensified when he went down on her. Something about that subservience and adoration by a man who — honestly was way out of her league. Nonetheless, Anna adored him for all that he was, and knew he was no different, no matter how crazed those blue eyes looked at her. There was still Elbert underneath everything.
“Elbert, please…!” She gasped, pushing down slightly against his lips as he wrapped them over her folds hungrily, feeling her thighs tense up against his neck and jaw as she released. His nails carved gentle crescents in her backside as he moaned into her, drinking her juices down hungrily, only pulling away with a wet pop when he knew she was finished.
“May I?” He asked gently despite that unbridled desire and madness in his eyes.
“Always.” She smiled sweetly down at him, moving shakily with his aid to lay on her back. Elbert moved rather quickly to crawl on top of her, undressing himself in the process. It felt almost instantaneous from when he pulled off his belt to when he entered her. Just the right amount of resistance when he pushed into her depths that left the earl groaning in delight. Anna didn’t resist the urge to smile coyly up at him, arms laced gently around his neck as he started to thrust into her eagerly, “A-Ah! Elbert..!” She moaned, eyes fluttered shut in comfort while her lover continued to move in her.
“Mine. All mine. M-Mine…!” He huffed as he braced himself with both hands resting on either side of her head. His voice a low purr as he continued to rock his hips, getting rather intense and rough the more he got lost in the beauty of her gaze, chasing her beautiful expressions as her brow creased and her lips pouted each time he angled his hips a certain way into her core. The both of them could so easily get lost in each other that it was near impossible to stop for him. But eventually, the approaching climax grew to be too much for him, and he chased that high over the edge with her as he covered her lips with his and spilled into her most sacred place, pressing adoring kisses all over her face and neck all the while.
“Mmn. I love you, my Anna.” He breathed, his eyes still wide with faint madness, but more so with that overflowing adoration as he nuzzled against her chest.
“And I love you too. My darling El.” Anna smiled, kissing his nose as he looked up from where he rested, smiling happily.
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rou-luxe · 7 months ago
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It could be a fistfight, they could drink tea together, or they could wreak havoc upon everyone. Who knows.
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ikemenfangirl · 10 months ago
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🌎 Ikémen Villains: Wrapped in Wicked Romance (Otome Game) upcoming on Spring 2024
Teaser Trailer : https://youtu.be/p6xb-cDAguw
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✔️ English version
✔️ Female protagonist
Title: Ikémen Villains: Wrapped in Wicked Romance
By: Cybird
Platform: iOS, Android
X : https://x.com/ikevil_en
🏰 STORY
19th century, London, England.
There was a royal order organization of Queen Victoria called 'Crown'
While working as a postal worker, you accidentally find out their secret.
It is a "fairy curse" that was put on them.
"Those born with a curse will inevitably follow the same fate as the tale."
You, who escaped death by becoming a Fairy Tale to write down their curses,
Forced to live a sweet sinful life with nine handsome villains.
Without knowing that you'll fall in love that drives everything crazy
The darkest, sexiest, addicting love story he and you spin
I can't go back to before I knew this love
โอโตเมะเกมหนุ่มหล่อร้ายพร้อมจะขโมยใจคุณภายในฤดูใบไม้ผลิปี 2024
🦋 CAST
✦ William Rex CV : Tachibana Shinnosuke
✦ Harrison Gray CV : Sugiyama Noriaki
✦ Liam Evans CV : Nishiyama Koutaro
✦ Elbert Greetia CV : Otsuka Takeo
✦ Alfons Sylvatica CV : Saito Soma
✦ Roger Barel CV : Eguchi Takuya
✦ Jude Jazza CV : Takeda Kaito
✦ Ellis Twilight CV : Sato Gen
✦ Victor CV : Takahashi Hiroki
Character design : Natsume Lemon
https://twitter.com/remon101121
🦋 OFFICIAL SITE
JP : https://ikemen.cybird.ne.jp/title/villains/original/
EN : coming soon
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ย้อนกลับไปก่อนที่จะรู้จักความรักครั้งนี้ไม่ได้แ���้ว
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myusuchaa · 3 months ago
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Elbert Greetia - Main Route Release Countdown
2 days - 2 Character Relationships with Elbert
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2 people with close relationships to Elbert:
1. Of course, Alfons. Alfons calls himself El’s “attendant/servant” while Elbert is the young lord/master, though both of them have alluded to their relationship being more of a mix of something else that can’t quite be put into words. Al is not simply at El’s beck and call because we all know how fickle Al is with being serious with people. At the same time, we see Al genuinely and willingly helping Elbert at random, even without him asking. I absolutely love a complex male x male friendship/relationship dynamic and we will learn a bit more of their past in Elbert’s route!
2. On the official Ikevil relationship chart, William is noted as Elbert’s friend, most likely due to them both being nobles. In fact in William’s route, Elbert shows up a LOT (it’s the perfect prelude route to El!) and he particularly shows off his pining for Kate. In Elbert’s recent story event “To Steal You Away”, he is also paired with William and mentions he wishes it was him instead of Will. So far, Will and El’s interactions have been very straightforward and businesslike, just normal platonic. Though Will does hint at knowing what El likes/wants. William is not a central chara in Elbert’s route but we will see him show up at crucial times!
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a/n: hiii, i decided to make a mini series post in countdown to his route release on the ENG server!! each day will have different info on him. his route releases August 1st!!
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