#ikevil roger

[dark-frosted-heart]

From a Mean Lie, Love Begins - Roger Barel

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. Secondhand embarrassment ahead.

After finishing dinner, I had some free time and so I decided to help Roger with his research.

As I descended the stairs leading to the basement like usual, I heard two people talking and stopped in my tracks.

(Roger and…Harrison?)

Their expressions were so serious that I couldn’t find the right time to call out to them.

Harrison: …In such a bad shape?

Roger: Yeah. Heard from experts that it can’t be returned to its original state. Spine’s so wrecked and can’t stand without support.

Harrison: So caught up in research that you can’t even take care of yourself. What a laugh. …Could’ve done something about it if it was caught sooner.

(What does he mean…? Roger, are you in such a bad state that you can’t stand…?)

He looked fine last night while happily drinking.

(But…there are some illnesses out there that are invisible)

(Was he self-destructing by drinking so much because he couldn’t save himself…?)

Roger: Well, I’ll see what I can do for now. I got a reputation of not being a quitter. Just gotta hang in there ‘til the end. If you can’t…then we’ll deal with it when the time comes.

As I secretly peeped at them, I saw Roger give a weak smile.

(Roger’s body really is wrecked…)

(He couldn’t have been lying if Harrison’s there…)

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything and quietly left before they could notice.

–

(I wasn’t aware that Roger’s condition was that bad…)

(But now that I know…I can change my behavior)

(Tomorrow, I’ll do my best to support Roger so that he doesn’t suffer)

The day after learning about Roger’s condition, I secretly made a decision. I’ll immediately start helping him out.

–

Kate: Here, Roger. Open your mouth please.

After cutting the meat on the plate into bite-sized pieces, I held it up to Roger’s mouth.

Roger: …? I can eat by myself, lil’ lady.

Kate: Please don’t overwork yourself! I’ll be supporting you throughout your life! 

Roger: The hell’s gotten into you?

Roger tried to stand up with a puzzled look on his face, and I rushed to stop him.

Kate: Ah, please don’t force yourself to stand!

Roger: I just wanna get a drink…

Kate: I’ll get it for you!

I stood up instead and got Roger a glass of water.

Kate: Here you go Roger.

Roger: Thanks…

Alfons: Good grief…Stop worrying about that muscle-headed, research-obsessed idiot and feed me, little robin?

Kate: …You’re feeling fine, aren’t you Alfons? You don’t need help, do you?

Alfons: I’m certainly feeling rather energized this morning, however…

With the way you’re speaking…You make it sound as if Roger’s not well.

Kate: …

I became depressed as I thought back to yesterday’s conversation.

Roger: …Lil’ lady?

Kate: I heard it yesterday. The conversation between you and Harrison… That your body was so wrecked that you couldn’t stand…!

Roger: Hm? That’s…

Alfons: Oh? I knew you wouldn’t live long but is it finally time to kick the bucket?

Roger: …

At the question, Roger exchanged glances with Harrison and then let out a sigh.

Roger: …Everyone’s gonna wind up six feet under eventually. It just depends on when.

(If you’re not denying it, then it’s true…?)

Kate: Please don’t talk about giving up like that…! I may not understand your condition, but I’ll be supporting you from today onward!

Roger: That’s helpful. Well I got some research I’d like you to help me with now…

Kate: Please leave it to me!

–

I was helping Roger out with his research like he’d asked and it was approaching midnight.

Roger: It’s getting late. Why don’t you get back to your room, lil’ lady?

Kate: What about you?

Roger: …I’ll get some rest too.

Kate: Liar. You’re going to keep working, aren’t you?

When I glared at Roger for that impromptu lie, he just shrugged.

Roger: …I got some interesting data so I wanna work on it for a bit longer.

Kate: It’s not like the data’s going anywhere tomorrow and the numbers won’t change. Take it easy and look after yourself.

I forced Roger out of his chair and onto an infirmary bed.

Roger: Are you planning on helping me not just today, but the next day onward too?

Kate: Yes. I’m worried about your health so that’s my intention.

Roger: Heh, your thoughts never fail to surprise me. You’d agree to anything I’d ask you right now, wouldn’t you?

Kate: Is there anything else you want me to do?!

Roger asked me to help with his research today, but…that’s just an extension of how I usually help him.

(If I could do anything for Roger since he’s not physically well…I’d do it)

Roger: Yeah…How about this. Kiss me. Roger grabbed my hand as he sat up in bed.

(Why a kiss…ah)

(If you don’t feel well, then you’ll feel even more lonely or hopeless…)

No doubt the kiss wouldn’t have any special feeling behind it…rather, it’d  just be some physical contact to fill the loneliness.

(Roger’s selfishly kissed me numerous times before)

(No point in rejecting him at this point)

(More importantly, I’d like to help Roger when I can…)

Because I’m standing, I don’t have to go on my tiptoes to kiss him today.

To keep it from getting in the way,I tucked my hair behind my ear with the hand not being held by Roger.

Kate: Nn…

I gave Roger a light peck.

Though it was just a brief, I filled Roger’s heart with all the compassion I could muster.

Roger: Ha…it’s still not enough.

Roger tugged hard on the hand he was holding.

Kate: …Oof

Roger was pushed down onto the bed as he pulled me toward him.

Kate: A-are you alright?! Does it hurt anywhere?

Roger: Nothing hurts so just leave it. That aside, do it again.

Kate: …

At his begging, I pushed Roger down and kissed him again.

This time, his hand went up to the back of my head to keep me from pulling away too soon.

Kate: Nn…haaa…

Roger’s tongue slid into my mouth and tangled with mine.

Breathtaking kisses were something Roger had shown me.

(I don’t know how many more kisses like this I’ll get…)

The thought of it made my heart ache…I continued to kiss Roger to make him happy.

Roger: …You’d really do anything, wouldn’t you?

Roger mumbled as our lips parted.

Roger: Do you do this with anyone you know is weak…?

(I tried to imagine it but…it’d be difficult to do this with anyone but Roger)

(Roger’s touched me before, so it’s a different set of obstacles from others…I think)

Kate: I think it’s normal to want to do things for someone who’s suffering.

Roger: …If that’s the case, then I can’t just go quietly.

Kate: …Huh?

Roger: Who’ll take care of Crown when I’m gone? They could call in a doctor from the outside, but it’d be hard to respond at my speed. And if that does happen, you’d have a lot of weak men lying around you. Don’t wanna put you in a situation where you’d be compassionate toward weak men besides me.

(Are you saying this to protect me…? But…)

Kate: But even if you say that, your body’s already…

Roger: Ah…Think it’s time I cleared up this misunderstanding.

Kate: Misunderstanding…?

Roger: That conversation you heard between Harrison and me was actually about—

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: …?

Harrison: What’s up?

Roger: Nothing, just heard the lil’ lady’s footsteps…But she turned back.

Harrison: She probably read the air when she saw how serious we looked.

Roger: We weren’t talking about anything important so she could’ve just come in.

Harrison: Not important…Roger, do you really understand the value of this book? It’s a book signed by Edgar Allan Poe and it got ruined by chemicals…! The spine’s falling apart and the chemical’s made the text fade so much it’s unreadable. It couldn’t even stand on its own when I put it on a bookshelf…

Roger: It was a gift, but I got so caught up in my research that I got careless.

Harrison: *sigh*...This is why people only interested in research are nothing but trouble.

~~ End flashback ~~

Roger: So…It wasn’t me that got wrecked but a book.

Kate: Really…?

Roger: Yeah, really. As you can see, I’m healthy as a horse. Sorry for playing around with you without clearing it up right away. Thought it’d be a good excuse to get you to help with some research. I’ll take all your complaints.

Kate: Y-you’re the worst!!

With a singular curse, I ran out and to my room.

After closing the door, I collapsed on the spot.

Kate: That’s a relief… At least Roger isn’t dying…!

Feeling relieved, uncontrollable feelings spilled out in the form of tears.

I ran from Roger because I didn’t want him to see me cry. 

Roger’s voice: …Lil’ lady.

Roger’s voice could be heard from out in the hallway.

Kate: W-what is it? I’m mad at you right now…!

Roger’s voice: I wanna apologize, so open the door.

Kate: Don’t want to…

Roger’s voice: That so. …With the lie I told, I don’t blame you.

I thought Roger would give up once I refused him, but he showed no signs of leaving.

Kate: Um…You’re not going back to your room?

Roger: I’m gonna wait ‘til you open the door for me.

(If you say that, then i have no choice but to open the door…)

I wiped my eyes and opened the door.

Roger: …

Kate: D-did you by chance…hear anything when I came back to my room?

Roger’s curse gave him supernatural hearing.

“At least Roger isn’t dying…”

If he heard me say that as I cried, then my angry act would be all for nothing.

Roger: No? Didn’t hear anything. Anyway, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let that misunderstanding about my life go that far.

Kate: … …You said you lied to get me to help you. So why the kiss?

Roger: You were worrying so much over taking care of me that it was endearing. I wanted to dote on you.

Kate: That wasn’t doting?! I’d call that making things difficult for me!

Roger: Really? I always thought you enjoyed the kisses. If I got the wrong idea then sorry. Let’s try again to be sure.

Kate: Why are you always taking things in that direction!  Do you even actually feel sorry at all?

Roger: I think so…Sorry.

Roger’s sudden, touching apology distracted me from my anger.

Roger: I won’t lie to you anymore. If me living longer makes you happy, then I’ll do just that.

Kate: I-I knew it. You did hear what I said when I got back to my room!

Roger: Whoops, that’s right. I didn’t hear a thing.

Kate: If you’re going to lie, then go through with it…!

Roger: Pfft…Haha.

Kate: …What are you laughing at?

Roger: Though I love how you look when you cry, I think I also love the way you yell with so much energy. Sorry for worrying you the whole day.

Roger roughly patted my head.

As I begrudgingly looked up at him, I realized that my heart was racing again.

(Roger already heard me say that I was relieved that he wasn’t going to die, but…)

(...I hope he doesn’t notice the sound of my heart racing as he pats my head)

[natimiles]

I really like it (Roger x reader)

Summary: In a cozy morning after, you and Roger play with each other’s hair.

Words: 568

Tags: scenario; established relationship; fluffy; pet names; lazy morning; female reader.

Notes: and with this I seal my destiny as a Roger’s lover. It turned out to be a mini series. I divided it into chapters that can be read separately. This is part 3 (final). To read more, check out my masterlist or Freya’s masterlist for her event.

For @judejazza Follower Event: An Invitation To Crown — prompt: playing with hair

Congrats on your 300 followers! 🤍🤍

You woke up to a faint touch on your jaw, sliding up your face to ghostly circle the area around your eyes, then moving to the bridge of your nose... and back to your jawline. Scrunching up your nose, you mumbled something unintelligible. A soft laugh immediately followed your reaction, and you frowned slightly, forcing yourself to flutter your eyes open.

The smiling face of your boyfriend was the first thing you saw, and then he was kissing you the next second.

“Roger!” You giggled when he pulled back. “Good morning to you too.”

“Good morning, my dear,” he whispered. “I just wanted to wish you a good day. I need to—”

“No, you don’t,” you said, throwing your leg over him. You knew he could easily disentangle himself from you and leave, but you took advantage of the soft spot and the love he had for you.

“Darling…”

“It’s still early, isn’t it?”

“Yes, and you can sleep a little more.”

“No, I won’t accept it. Stay just a little longer,” you pouted. “And you woke me up, so you have to take responsibility.”

“Do I now?” he laughed, then sighed in defeat. He was no match for you when you acted this cute and clingy. “Alright, then.”

His hand moved to your hair, softly curling strands around his fingers, and then watching as they fell. You returned the gesture, reaching for his hair and twirling it around your fingers — or trying to, since his hair was so short. However, you didn’t really mind; you just wanted to caress him too.

Roger looked at your face for a moment, drinking in your entranced gaze while your fingers slowly went up his head and brushed his short bangs on his forehead. How you smoothed down his tuft of rebellious hair, trying to tame it and keep it down, a thoughtful hum leaving you.

“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You blinked in confusion for a second, then realized you probably hummed aloud — not really loud, but enough for your boyfriend with a hearing ability.

“Nothing much, just… Your hair.”

“What about it?” He frowned. He was used to people saying that he should change his hairstyle. This one was practical, and he honestly never really thought about changing it. But if you wanted... He could consider the thought. He wouldn’t promise he would actually let it grow, but—

“I really like it,” you said. Your gaze shifted and met his, and he could see how sincere you were. “Even these stubborn sprouts that don’t stay in place.” Your eyes slightly squinted as your smile grew.

“Mmm… and I really like you,” he grinned.

You let out a feigned indignant gasp. “Just like?”

“I wonder…” He pretended to really think about his answer, and you slapped his arm. He laughed softly, in a genuinely happy way he reserved only for these moments with you. “I love you, my lil’ lady.”

“And I love you too.”

He pecked your lips and pulled you closer, hugging you tight against his body. Your face crushed against his chest, and you nestled into the curve of his neck, a soft and happy giggle escaping you.

His fingers quickly reached for your hair, starting to play with it again. With his heart beating a happy rhythm along with yours, Roger let himself have a cozy and calm morning with you, closing his eyes again.

Masterlists

[yanderepuck]

I swear if Roger isn't an insomniac. He can hear everything within a 100 yard radius. How could that man sleep.

He makes the basement soundproof and sleeps down there and almost never leaves. He doesn't want to hear shit.

[chevlvrs]

Harrison would probably also be a victim, cause Victor 😭

[danishfool]

lol

[littlekohai77]

Ikevil NSFW hcs

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

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

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

♡🆆🅸🅻🅻🅸🅰🅼 🆁🅴🆇:

Pussy pleaser spotted!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♥︎🅷🅰🆁🆁🅸🆂🅾🅽 🅶🆁🅰🆈:

Ahemhmhmhnshdbsxbdhdbd

Bro he fucks with my head so bad. Anyway,

His favorite position is probably spooning.

He likes the intimacy of the act.

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

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

Also also

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

Nah I'm kidding.

He just tries to keep up his persona.

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

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

❥🅻🅸🅰🅼 🅴🆅🅰🅽🆂:

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

Definitely enjoys being rode to tears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

☃︎❆🅴🅻🅱🅴🆁🆃 🅶🆁🅴🅴🆃🅸🅰:

🗣️ Pussy Pleaser spotted ‼️

But he's like that for selfish reasons.

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

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

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

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

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

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

❍🅰🅻🅵🅾🅽🆂 🆂🆈🅻🆅🅰🆃🅸🅲🅰:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He prefers receiving than giving oral.

✾🅹🆄🅳🅴 🅹🅰🆉🆉🅰:

You better pray you're a masochist.

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

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

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

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

☠︎︎🅴🅻🅻🅸🆂 🆃🆆🅸🅻🅸🅶🅷🆃:

Service Dom. I repeat, SERVICE DOM.

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

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

Favorite position is probably you sitting on his face.

☣︎🆁🅾🅶🅴🆁 🅱🅰🆁🅴🅻:

Your tears are his lubricant.

Pussy Slapper™

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

He's into patient x doctor roleplays.

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

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

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

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

◡̈🆅🅸🅲🆃🅾🆁:

Definitely has a daddy kink.

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

Mating press galore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)

[elidoesart]

I see no difference.

[rou-luxe]

Ikevil - Angry Office (OFFENSIVE)

original here

Mostly based off of the relationship chart! I'm sorry I couldn't include everyone equally... some of this is a bit ooc

Feel free to reblog! why did I do this 💀💀 *Many of the Indian / racist / ableist jokes were taken out.

[omkookie]

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

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

Your face hurts.

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

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

“I can't take any more….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wonder when this will be over....

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

[xenokiryu]

I dont think I ever saw anyone post the Wanted Posters on here, but- here's all Nine of them.

Originally posted and shared on Twitter/X's EN page.

Other users have shared the lil Bios, but if anyone else is interested and nobody has posted all of them, I'll share those as well. Not that it means anything other than "Hey so this happened, it'd be cool if it continues."

[natimiles]

Ikemen Villains: Headers & Spacers | Everyone (Part 2)

The images here are from the PVs. Jude and Roger have different ones because they don't have a PV and I edited it all. I hope we start seeing more content for them, so here’s a little incentive! Feel free to use it in future content creations! Please, don’t repost as your own.

Countdown to Ikemen Villains' EN Release: Everyone 👑 | THE NEW BIG DAY!

[notyournanny]

He's just a silly handsome man what do you mean monster?? 🥺

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger's Wicked Birthday - 1st -

The story's in his POV. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Nsfw. Awkwardly translated smut.

They say that something predestined, something that cannot be changed or avoided, is called fate.

Being born male, female, or otherwise.

Where and when you were born, how long you'll live and when you'll die, all of these seem to be predetermined.

I've always been looking for a way to fight against all of that.

--

Roger: Hey, Jude. Cut back on those cigarettes. You don't know when those lungs of yours will fail.

Jude: Quit yer yappin'. Are ya my mom or somethin'?

Roger: Don't remember givin' birth to an arrogant, swearing bastard like you.

As I walk away after finishing up Jude's regular check up, my ears pick up the hustle and bustle of the dining room.

Roger: Huh? They're bein' awfully noisy.

As expected, when I entered the dining room, I found Harrison listening to a distraught Liam.

Roger: Hey, what's up? Did somethin' happen?

Liam: Kate isn't back yet so I want to go look for her now.

(The little lady?)

Roger: Calm down... You're not gonna find anything if you run out in the dark.

Harrison: Yeah, Roger's right. You were the last one to see Kate, weren't you Liam?

Liam nods.

Jude: You were supposed ta be watchin' 'er. Why'd ya let 'er go about as she pleases?

Liam: Tomorrow's Roger's birthday so we went out shopping to celebrate in advance. I thought about dressing up a bit and doing some stuff that'll surprise Roger.

Harrison: Liam, I now there's something you don't want to tell us, but now's not the time.

Liam: After we finished shopping, we parted ways near Leadenhall Market. Kate told me to go home first because she wanted to buy something in secret.

Harrison: Where'd you and Kate part?

Liam: At a bakery called "Harmony". Around there.

Harrison: If it's around there then...flowers, huh?

Liam: Flowers?

Harrison: Did she go by herself to get flowers for Roger?

Roger: Me?

Harrison: Yeah. There's a popular flower shop in alley where Liam and Kate parted ways. She probably knew about it.

Jude, who was quiet this whole time, muttered something troubling.

Jude: Tha's right, there's been some strange incidents lately. The naïve princess must've gotten mixed up in it. That woman (the queen) must 'ave some kind of info. Maybe.

Roger: I'll go get Victor...

--

There's been some kidnappings recently where Kate was now alone.

All those kidnapped were women, and those who were lucky enough to escape only had their hair cut, so it seems like they were kidnapped to sell their hair at a high price.

Based on the information from Victor, it was decided that Crown would search several hideouts of the criminals.

Harry and I ran through the back alleys of London in the dark.

Roger: ...? Hey, Harry. I can hear a man...and the faint voice of a woman through this door.

Harrison: May that's it. Let's go.

The man's voice gets clearer as we head down the path leading to the basement.

Men with guns and knives gathered in the dark.

(I see. So a bunch of thugs were kidnapping people)

Bearded man: After our watch is done, let's go for a drink- Huh, who're you?

In the dim light, Harrison and I exchanged glances. In times like this, a liar and traitor's quick thinking is useful.

Roger: Don't be so guarded. We're your buddies. We thought we'd take part too.

Bearded man: Huh? What're you on about? We'll lose our share with more people.

Harrison: Don't be like that. The police have been sniffing around lately.

Bearded man: The police...?

Harrison: We got contacts in the police. I got info on how to escape them.

Man with a gun: Hey... Wouldn't it be better if we brought them in?

Roger: Oh, we got a right to choose though. Let's hear some details about what you guys are doin'.

Bearded man: It's simple. You kidnap a woman to sell her hair and if she gets out of line, you kill her. That's it.

Man with a gun: In this day and age, a corpse has some value so it's like killing two birds with one stone.

(Yep, these are definitely the guys. Can't mess this-)

(0)

Harrison and I fire at the same time.

Criminal: Guh...

Roger: What's up? You're bein' unusually aggressive Harry.

Harrison: Yeah, wel... Anyway, I'll take care of the rest. You go ahead.

Roger: Yeah, I'm on it. Can't help but hear Kate's voice in my ear. Don't die Harry. Bringing you back will be a pain.

Harrison: Gotcha...

I head into the darkness, the sound of gunfire behind me.

(Multiple female voices...One of them...sounds like Kate)

I thought Kate would be sobbing in fear-

Kate's voice: -ight... It'll be alright. Help will come. It'll be alright...

My ears picked up Kate's voice, who was assuring the other women with her.

Roger: Geez... You're even worryin' over others in a time like this.

I run and run toward the voice, open the door in the dark, and head up the stairs.

Muscular man: Hey, who're you- Gah?!

I shoot and kill the criminals that come at me as I keep going.

(Found her...)

Among the women bound in rope is Kate.

Kate: Roger...

(Why're you trying to smile at a time like this?)

(You're not fooling anyone...)

As I go up to her and cut the rope with a knife, I notice flowers that fell at Kate's feet.

Roger: ...

Seeing them, I impulsively-

I held Kate tight in my arms.

Roger: Are you hurt?

Kate: Nothing serious. Just some scratches...here and there.

It's so like her to not count scratches as injuries.

Roger: I see...

Kate: I was sure...

Roger: Hm?

Kate: I was sure that Crown...that you would come and save me.

Kate knew about my curse as the "treacherous huntsman".

Still, she believed in me and fought against fear and anxiety.

(Damn. You're so cute and brave)

Roger: You're my birthday present, got it? Not letting anyone take you away from me.

Kate: Got it...

Kate's body starts trembling as if finally letting go of all the pent up fear.

I pat her back as if soothing a baby.

Roger: Scary wasn't it...

Kate: Yeah...

Roger: You did your best. You were great.

Kate: ... Roger... I-I...

Kate bawled so loudly that I couldn't help but smile.

--

After taking care of everything, I brought Kate back to the castle and tended to her wounds.

Kate: O-ow. It hurts...

Roger: It's supposed to hurt. Otherwise this wouldn't be moxibustion.

Kate: I'll accept it...

Maybe because she was still feeling guilty, Kate endures the pain without a fuss.

As I watch her in amusement, a thought appears in the back of my mind.

It's said that those cursed will meet an equally tragic end.

That's a solid conclusion I came to after years of researching curses.

(That's what's supposed to happen to us)

(I wonder what Kate's fate's like)

Kate's a curious woman who's aware of the fact that the world isn't pretty, yet still retains some purity in her heart and eyes.

Even those in Crown with strong personalities seem to be moved by her.

(A miserable fate doesn't suit Kate)

A long life's better than a short one, better to be surrounded by people than alone, and a warm place's better than a cold one.

(The kind of fate that suits someone who's able to smile so peacefully)

It was out of character for me to think of that for Kate who trusts others so easily.

Roger: Alright, done.

Kate: Thank you so much. Sorry for bothering you so late. Then...

Roger: Hey now, who said you could go?

Kate: Huh?

Roger: The treatment's finished, but the punishment isn't, little lady.

I sit down next to Kate on the bed, who makes a sound in her throat.

Kate: Punishment...

Roger: Thinking you'll get an answer right away just by asking's a bad habit of yours. Ask yourself why you're getting punished.

I whisper in her ear as I swipe my thumb across her lips.

Roger: I won't stop until you get it right.

Kate: Um, uh...

Kate jolts when I nibble on her ear before capturing her lips.

Kate: Nn...Roger...

(Soft as ever...)

Roger: Mm...Come one, answer me.

Kate: Because I got hurt...?

Roger: Wrong.

Even after releasing her wrists after kissing her repeatedly, Kate lets me do as I please.

Kate: Nnn... Hm? Ah...

(Hmm, not runninn'? Ahh...you obediently did as you were told)

The way she accepts my kisses while thinking fills me with sadistic desires and I hook my fingertips on the neckline of her dress.

Roger: That's it, think about it.

Kate: You don't need to tell...Ah...

Her breasts spill out as I pull down her dress and my lips are on her.

Roger: Hm? Givin' up?

While licking a nipple, I tease the other with my fingers.

Kate: ! I'm not...

(Ah~ That's a good look. You look so frustrated...like you're about to cry)

Kate: Ah...Is it...because I wandered off on my own?

Roger: Nope.

Kate: Huh...Ah....

I roll the peak in my mouth and Kate lets out a faint gasp.

(I'm disgusted at the thought that other men did that to her...)

I continue to suck and nipple as I slip my fingers in the wetness between Kate's legs.

It was already so wet and like with her nipple, I flicked her bud with a finger.

Kate: Ah...Nngh...Roger...

The moment I saw tears welling up, the irritation I felt within me finally subsided.

Kate: I...give up...

I grab Kate's chin and look at her as she muttered in frustration with tears in her eyes.

Roger: Hey, Kate.

Kate: Yes...?

Roger: I can't stand it when others make you cry. I'm the only one allowed to do that...Right?

Kate: Ye- Huh?

(What......................)

Roger: What's up with that response.

Kate: I just didn't expect it... I'm...not Roger's or anyone else's!

Roger: Then why're you squeezing my fingers so tightly?

Kate: That's because...Ah...I can't...

Roger: I'm not gonna last so let me enjoy your tears for a little longer.

Kate: Ah...wait...Roger

After that, I made Kate cry out a lot before having her finish me with her hand.

Satisfied, I went out for a drink with Jude.

Using my birthday as an excuse, I made him buy me a drink.

--

(I drank too much last night...)

I was lying on a sofa in the lounge with the aftertaste of alcohol still lingering when I felt a shadow over my face.

Kate: Roger...? Are you dead?

Roger: I am. So what do you want with a dead man? I'm not taking any complaints about last night.

Kate: It's not that. I have something for you.

(...?)

When I sat up, Kate shyly held out a bouquet.

Kate: Happy birthday Roger. Also... Thanks for being born.

Roger: O_O ...

(Wha...)

(Thanks for being born... That's the first time I've heard it since my curse)

(Kate...Only you of all people would say that without any hesitation)

Kate: Roger? Um...I went shopping with someone this time?

Roger: Haha, I know. Thanks...

Kate smiles happily like a puppy.

(Her crying face is the best, but her smile- it suits her)

Her smile's so cute that I can't but want to tease her again.

Roger: Hey, Kate. I must've fallen for you if I'm always thinking about you right?

Kate: Excuse me........ I-I don't know!

Roger: Pfft, hahaha. How cold.

After that, while I was walking with the bouquet Kate gave me, Victor suddenly told me what those flowers meant.

Anemones meant "fleeting love".

Kate probably didn't know what the flowers she gave me meant, but it's ironic.

My fate's a future ruined by guilt.

The worst fate lies before me, but I'm not gonna let it get me down now.

Trampling on fate, I-

Roger: Now, let's fight against it again today.

[yanderepuck]

My first headcanon post for the ikevil guys, and it's the stupidest one you're going to see for a hot minute.

Who is eating the peas that come with their fish and chips

The fact that they are all Brits means I am stereotyping and saying they've all ordered fish and chips at least once in their life bc why not, it SLAPS

This is also all based on the fact that I know the VERY BASICS of them all

William: seems way too British to not like them. He's gotta be eating them. He ate all of them on his plate. Did he enjoy them? That's for you to figure out.

Harrison: no way he's touching that. Even after a few drinks he's not touching that.

Liam: he's eating them. Mainly because he ate everything else and they are still in front of him.

Elbert: is probably eating the peas first. Man has an eating disorder from what I picked up. He's only eating the peas. Probably thinks he can season everything with salt and pepper too.

Alfons: also seems way British to not eat them. But he's eating them because he was probably told he has to eat everything on his plate and he still lives by that.

Roger: only after dousing them in salt and pepper, but he is eating them.

Jude: no. Just no. However he might start picking at them if they are in front of him too long, but that's only if he was drinking, and still after each one he's like "damn that tastes bad". It's an endless loop

Ellis: why else do you think he's so tall. Man ate his veggies, and is probably eating Jude's.

Victor: he's definitely eating them. Happily. Probably eat everyone else's.

[umi-adxhira]

𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐎𝐁

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʀᴇx, ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʏ, ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ, ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪᴀ, ᴀʟꜰᴏɴꜱᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴄᴀ, ʀᴏɢᴇʀ ʙᴀʀᴇʟ, ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ, ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I did this before and forgot to save it, cried and did it again. Whoever said practice makes perfect is fucking stupid because my first version of whatever this is was perfect (I tried to remember what I did but idk man)

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

Victor: I'd wait as long as it takes for you

William: 🤨

Victor:

William: ...it's still you

Victor: No it isn't shut up

Harrison from behind the cameras: your line is "I'd wait as long as it takes for you. ...hmm? You look like you're in an awfully good mood"

Victor: ...shut up

+++

Liam, in a weird high pitched voice: Of course, Victor- *coughs* what was that

Kate dying behind the cameras: HELP

Director: Do you need water?

Ellis: He's a cat. He needs milk

+++

Roger: Remember that I can't patch you back together if you get really roughed up. If you die, that's one less person for my research

Jude: What about me 🥺

Roger: Die hoe

+++

Jude: Can't we just jet join'- fuck

Jude again: Can't we just get going falre- FUCK

Jude again again: CAN WE GU- FUCK

Jude again again again: Can. We. Just. Get. Goin'. Already. Unlike. You. Lot. I already fucked up didn't I

Elbert: Just a bit

Alfonse: Fake accent go brrr

+++

Victor: Tonight as well — give into the darkness of your wicked hearts

Alfonse: Your lines are cringe

Victor: Your hairline is cringe

+++

Harrison: Sorry to spook you, but this is just a rehearsal for a play

Kate: Nu uh

Harrison: THE FUCK YOU MEAN "NU UH"

+++

Liam: No head starts, Lord Elbie

Elbert: NO HEAD???

William: 😟

©️umi-adxhira [11/04/2024]

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[crowmero]

I'm never beating the allegations