...part two because?? you guys seemed to like the last one?? i wasn't trying then and I aint trying now im writing this one while my boyfriend snores in my ear youre welcome
William
rotten. the girl is SPOILED rotten!! and it's the fault of her oh so charming father who seems to forgotten "no" is a word that exists.
you could kill him. because all day he's been off working or whatever and you've been stuck at home with a personified two and a half foot tall hurricane with pigtails who cries for daddy everytime you tell her that terrible, awful word that never ever comes out of her father's mouth.
"no, you can't have a fourth cup of strawberry milk"
"no, you can't wear your good shoes to go play outside"
"no, i dont think drawing on the walls is a good idea"
you evil wench.
by the time will gets home you've had it. the minute he crosses the threshold you're in the bath with a bottle of wine- fuck the glass.
carefully, the door swings open as you're met with a sympathetic gaze from crimson eyes. he must've put her to sleep. you imagine it'd be pretty easy to do after the day the two of you had. he doesnt even have to ask- you know what question is coming.
"i want her to be nice to me." you tell him in between sips.
you're husband is always willing to fulfill your desires.
"mama, amorinin'-"
"it's 'good morning', my love."
"good mornin' mama."
There's a soft, tiny, chubby hand patting your cheek gently- along with a little hushed voice arousing you so sweetly from your hungover slumbering state.
your eyes flutter open to find will holding your daughter at your bedside- dipping low to let her reach for you. you hold out your arms and she settles into them, nuzzling her face into your chest.
"you wanna tell mama what we did this morning?" will prompts
she tenses in your arms, and then sighs "we clean up my mess". you can't help but giggle at the way she sounds like a defeated middle aged woman going through a crisis.
"and?" another prompt. your toddler raises her face to meet will's, and you can tell by those big crimson eyes that she's silently pleading something. this time, though- dad doesn't budge.
it's a little funny, watching them both communicate almost telepathically. work your nerves as they did, youd spent every night of your pregnancy praying for a photo copy of him. maybe then he'd learn why it was so hard for you to not be concerned with his every whim and cherish your own. such beauty was hard to deny.
with a sigh, your baby resigns. daddy had won, it seemed.
"I sorry, mama." she turn to you with an over exaggerated pout, eyes downcast through criminally long lashes as she twisted your shirt in her little hands.
...it almost works. almost has you reaching down to squish those cherubic little cheeks before her attitude does a complete 180 and leaves you gobsmacked-
"Can I have my pony now?!" she beams up at will and he immediately busts out into laughter.
he promised her a what?!?
Harrison
karma was what it was. divine intervention. payback for everything he'd ever done to anyone- ever.
this was not easy. at all. everything about fatherhood had been a nightmare. from the moment he found out, holding you on the bathroom floor while you sobbed, to the stress of your pregnancy, and when the delivery almost went sideways, liam had to hold your son while he spent the hours you were still comatose vomiting into the trashcan in the lobby.
and now... there was this. this little carbon copy of him that toddled around and gave him a heart attack every twenty minutes. the kid was drawn to stairwells and hot stoves and roadways like a moth to a flame.
so maybe that's why he can't breathe.
his own damn living room should be a comfort, and the stretch of carpet between where he sits on the floor and where you sit with your son between your legs feels like miles.
"come on! you can do it!" You stand him back up, holding his hands for balance, and there's a curiosity bubbling in his eyes. he kicks one foot a couple times, his little socked foot thudding against the floor sounds like gunshots to harrison.
"babe!" you snap him back to reality and his eyes jerk from impeding doom to your face. you crack a grin "i can literally hear you panicking. hes fine."
"thats not what literally means" he draws a deep breath, refocusing and holding his hands out. it had to happen eventually.
his son sees his determination and mirrors it, tiny brows furrowing with concentration. funny how he picked up on the emotions of adults so easily.
one foot moves, and then the next in a wobbly, jerky fashion. he picks up speed, and then you let go.
harrison almost scrambles forward, but your sharp glare holds him in his place. it feels like an eternity passes while your son toddles across the carpet, gummy smile shining in the lowlight of the living room lamp.
harrison doesn't breathe until his little hands wrap around his fingers and he scoops him into a bear hug, already wondering if they made leashes for little kids.
━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot, porn with feelings
━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 2.5k
━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, slight dub-con/coercion (william uses his power but mc is very much willing), mutual masturbation, p in v seggs, mc on top, cumming inside, unprotected seggs, lots of pet names, mc/you are kate, lots of praise, drunk sex, william is drunk, multiple orgasmssss
━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | translation i referenced
━ ✧.˖ A/N: first ever ikevil fic! a spin off of william’s event story ‘get drunk, get me drunk, drown.’ this is not entirely dialogue and event accurate, as i added my own spin to it to make it flow better as a smut (with the translator’s permission of course @/dark-frosted-heart)
for all my lads girlies, even if you don’t play ikevil you can read this! i would recommend reading the translation linked above first. the only thing you need to know to understand it is that william has the queen of hearts curse which gives him the power of compulsion; he can force others to obey his verbal commands (he can choose which commands are compelled).
i would also recommend playing ikevil overall…if you’re into darker/real world themes hehe. but be warned it is not necessarily a wallet friendly game, though you can enjoy it without spending, which is what i am doing!
without further ado, my first, of many, ikevil fics <3
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✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖
“My sweet Y/N…cum for me thrice, using only your own hands.”
The serene look on William’s ethereal face was a stark contrast to the sinister edge laced into his deep purr, his words slightly slurred by the expensive liquor Roger had given you to share with him.
Your eyes widen, your lips moving instantly to protest, “Wh-what?! No way!”
But of course, your body was no match for William’s power, obeying his every command. Your fingers crawl to the absolute mess the snow-haired man had made in between your legs. But he wasn’t solely to blame; your body was always so ready to react to his every touch. It was inevitable you’d become so utterly aroused by the way he’d just commanded you to kiss him, the alcohol on his tongue still lingering on your own.
Even if you wanted to stop, it was too late. Your body had already succumbed to William’s alluring demands, seeking out a pleasure that was already on the tip of your consciousness. As your fingers began to work at your sopping clit, William moved to situate himself on the plush armchair across the bed you were sprawled on.
Even drunk, he moved as elegantly as a swan across the lake surface, sinking into the deep cushion, his hands resting on the armrests and his legs spread wide. His crimson eyes burned into your already scorched body, watching the way you glisten against the extravagant chandelier that hung in his room.
You pant, back arching off the mattress as your fingers expertly toyed at your clit, in ways that only William, or the influence of WIlliam’s power, knew how to do.
“What a splendid sight,” William croons, his long sharp ruby-red nails digging into the seams of the armchair. If you weren’t so delirious from the way your fingers pleasured your own body, you might’ve noticed the way William’s chest, peeking out from the undone buttons of his black dress shirt, heaved at the sight of you. Or how his pulse bulged against his ivory skin, his own breath coming out in heedy gasps.
The room was filled with nothing but the filthy wet sounds of your fingers against your slit, and your pathetic attempts to hide your moans.
“Don’t hide. Sing for me, my little robin.”
Your hand was ripped away from your parted lips, your mewls coming out embarrassingly loud and unabashed. William grins in satisfaction, the throbbing bulge in between his lap becoming hard to the point of pain.
“You’re – nghn – cruel,” you cry as your fingers paw at your clit relentlessly.
“Really? I find myself to be quite charitable…” William says thoughtfully. As if to prove his point, he commands you, the glint in his crimson eyes becoming dangerous, “Put a finger in, darling.”
You cry out when your middle finger penetrates your quivering hole, eyes rolling at the way he’s able to guide you to instantly find your sweetest spots. Areas he had mapped out so thoroughly himself.
“Eyes on me, Y/N,” William commands. With your free hand, your body moves to prop itself up without ever abandoning your pussy. Your limbs feel foreign, in a way you’d become intimately familiar with, having enjoyed William’s powers many a time.
You gasp as you’re met with the sight of William sitting like an emperor on his throne. He was the King of Villains in every sense of the word, especially now as he held his bare cock in his hand, languidly pumping up and down as he watched you pleasure yourself on his command.
The color of his pale pink erection against his deep red nails is hypnotizing, the veins darkened under his long and slender fingers. He is so incredibly hard, a milky stream of precum already dribbling down his shaft, catching and pooling at his fingers. His free hand still rests against the arms of the chair, his fingers gently tapping at the luxurious material. Almost as if his will-power is teetering on the edge.
It’s so unbelievably erotic, watching him pleasure himself to the sight of you writhing helplessly on his bed, that you find yourself careening over the edge violently. When his eyes catch yours, the amusement and need evident in the reflection of his vermillion irises, you come undone. Your back arches, toes curling into the comforter, as your fingers work you into an absolute frenzy.
“Ngh – ahh!” you cry out as you cum, your hands drenched in your arousal. You want to throw your head back, but your eyes stay locked on William as you submit to your orgasm, just how he’d ordered. He continues to fist himself, nails digging into the chair, pants haphazardly pulled slightly down to give himself better access.
Even as your body reels with overstimulation, your fingers don’t stop.
“I came!” you cry, “Please let me stop.”
“I said three times,” comes William’s simple response, his lips curled up into a devilishly charming and sly grin that lets you know there’s absolutely no way you’re getting out of this.
—
You’re a screaming teary-eyed mess when you finally do cum for the third time. Your fingers finally relent, and your body goes slack. You melt into the plush bed, nearly passing out right then and there, only snapping back to consciousness when William speaks, still at his seat in the armchair.
“You’re not allowed to pass out until I’m satisfied.”
You groan, a mixture of anticipation and fear coursing through your ragged body, “William, please.”
“Did you not say you would take responsibility for whatever happens when I get intoxicated?”
You groan as your previous words come back to bite you in the ass. Though your thighs quiver, you can feel a fire being rekindled in your gut at William’s hoarse words, his composure coming undone as he continues to stare at the beautiful glimmering slick between your shaking legs.
But even with the influence of his power, William waits for your approval before going further. When you finally look up shyly, giving him a slow nod of approval, he finally purrs.
“Come here, my beloved.”
Even without the undeniable command of his power, your body finds itself crawling across the bed to him, clambering off and walking the short distance to the chair he still sits on.
He truly was the King of Villains, and he was inviting you to sit on his throne.
You climb atop of William’s awaiting lap, straddling him as he gently places his hands on the plush of your hips, his beautifully dark eyes looking up at you expectantly.
“Well? Will you take responsibility for this?”
William takes the base of his cock into his hands, stroking it lazily in front of your naval, his other hand still gripping your waist, his sharp nails digging into you.
You bite your lip at the erotic sight, already feeling your body ready yourself to take him, in all his thick and imposing glory. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, and nod, suddenly feeling shy, as if William hadn’t just watched you commit the most filthy acts to yourself.
“Perfect little robin,” he murmurs. You’re fully expecting him to command you to position himself at your sex, command you to ride him until your thighs physically give out.
But you squeak in surprise when William hoists you up, his long fingers wrapping around your waist. Without another warning he impales you onto himself, letting out a drawn out growl of ecstasy as he sinks you all the way down to his thighs.
“William!” you screech, your body struggling to accommodate his girth, despite the countless times he’d taken you like this, “Ngh – oh…”
“That’s it, my heart,” he coos, his voice annoyingly smooth even as he fills you completely. Within himself fully seated inside you, his cockhead nudging against your cervix, he forgeos all attempts to maintain his collected demeanor. After all, there’s nothing William believes in more than being honest with one’s desires, with their heart.
He curses, something the refined nobleman rarely ever did, “My love, I fear…I cannot hold back tonight.”
Your chest tightens at the desperation in his guttural plea, and you find yourself more excited than ever, even after three orgasms, “Then don’t, William.”
William stares at you for a fleeting moment, a dark flash of blood red hunger flickering in his equally ruby eyes.
Without letting another breath so much as escape your kiss bitten lips, he begins to bounce you on his lap. With the help of his hands gripping your plush waist, he uses his strong thighs to start rocking you onto him, the mess of your previous climaxes smearing onto his lap. His pants had long been discarded, leaving him bare against your soiled thighs.
“Can you feel how perfectly we fit, my love?”
You nod fervently as he bounces you shamelessly on top of him, his tip reaching right against your cervix at every thrust. Your eyes are screwed shut, so you don’t see the way William watches you, in an absolute trance.
William only grows harder at the sight of your face screwed in utter pleasure, his beautiful little robin bouncing so wildly, so eager to indulge in the pleasures of his body. So eager to please him.
“Ngh – ah! William…”
Even in his drunken state, only sobering slightly after watching yourself toy with yourself, William is capable of giving you so much ecstasy. He grips your body effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing at all, while he rocks into you, chasing a pleasure only you can give him.
With your eyes shut, you don’t see William lowering his face onto the swell of your exposed breasts, his teeth nipping at the soft mound of flesh. Your eyes blink open drearily as he trails a path of wet kisses down to your nipples.
“W-Will,” you gasp, choking on your stuttering breaths, back arching into him, pushing your breasts further into his face.
William chuckles, speaking in between suckling at your soft delicious skin, “Yes?”
“Ngh – feels…” you sigh, clinging onto his toned shoulders as he indulges further in your breasts. You’re rendered speechless when his hand finds your neck, fingers wrapping into your disheveled hair. His other hand seeks out the space between your bodies, finding your slick covered nub, still quivering with a sated exhaustion.
“Hm…can’t speak Y/N?” William smirks into your skin, as he begins to pound you particularly hard onto his lap. Your thighs sting at the impact, but it’s only a fleck of pain compared to the boundless euphoria William’s body bestows upon yours.
“Tell me how it feels.”
Your eyes widen as the words are pulled out of your lips, your tongue moving fluidly against his command, “Feel s’full Will, like I might die. You feel s-so good inside me. Never want to – nghn – stop.”
“Keep going.”
Your tongue moves on its own accord once more, spilling your filthiest thoughts for the Cursed below you, “Nothing, n-no one, can make me feel better than you can.“
“Ngh — ah….I love you William.”
Your cheeks burn at the way he pulls the deepest truths out of you, shame and humility a long forgotten concept. You bury your face into his neck in sheer embarrassment.
William’s heart pounds against your body, reveling in your sweet filthy words and your adoring confession.
He’d never tire of hearing you confess your love for him.
“And I love you.”
William bites his cheek as you tighten at his words, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his brow as the feeling drives him closer to his first orgasm of the night. In his drunken state, he can hardly control himself any longer.
He’s careful with his words when he makes his final demand, “I want you to cum for me, my love.” But he doesn’t use his power, wanting you to cum on your own accord, fueled by nothing but his body and not by his power.
His soft plea sends you over the edge, your nails digging into his shoulder as you teeter over into the abyss of your fourth climax. William supports you through it, cooing sweet words into your ears as he continues to flick at your clit.
“That’s it, Y/N. That’s my beautiful girl. Just like that.”
You whimper into him, your soft mewls driving him insane. At the apex of your orgasm, your lower body coils so tightly, forcing William to cum with you. He releases with a strangled moan, his essence filling you deeply. It’s hot, plentiful, and thick as it coats your vibrating walls.
“Take it all, my love,” William demands, again without his power, wanting you to accept him on your own. And you do so happily, willingly, desperately.
Having children wasn’t something you and William had ever discussed, but he couldn’t help filling you to the brim. And you couldn’t help but shiver in satisfaction at the feeling of being so utterly filled with his milky essence. The idea of him sharing himself with you so willingly and intimately made your heart throb, your body tightening against him, wringing every last drop of him into you.
Your bodies heave together as you ride out your orgasms with one another. William grinds himself into you, gently enough where the overstimulation isn’t too much, but desperately enough where your toes curl against his knees. Your fingers unwittingly clench into a fist as they rest on his chest, trying to withstand the feeling of his member still nudged against your sore cervix.
William smiles to himself, gently unfurling your fist so he can hold your smaller hand in his slender fingers, stroking your soft skin under the pads of his thumb. With his soothing and adoring touch working literal magic on your exhausted body, your eyelids start to droop, your body losing consciousness as you listen to his steady heartbeat.
William’s chest clenched as he watched you doze off, your face looking so breathtakingly angelic and tranquil. You looked so peaceful that he nearly wanted to carry you to his bed and let you rest.
Nearly.
So when he does set you on his bed, he shakes you awake and he leans down to whisper in your ear. His breath is hot against your neck, making you shiver into consciousness. Your body arches into him as he hovers above you, and you feel his cock press into your stomach, realizing he is still very much erect.
“W-Will?” you whisper groggily
“No passing out until I’m satisfied, remember?” William murmurs, licking at your pulse.
You feel a splash of adrenaline coursing through your veins, suddenly more awake than ever. You moan, your body submitting to William’s power-fueled command.
He smiles into your skin, feeling your renewed consciousness at his whims. He presses a wet kiss into your collar, “That’s it, my dear little robin.”
William would never hurt you, that much you were absolutely certain of, but as his lips trailed down your naked body, you knew getting William this intoxicated was a mistake.
There was no way you’d make it out of tonight alive.
And yet, every cell in your body knew you’d enjoy each second of it.
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Jude what did i ever do to you (& how can I get you to keep going?- ope. 🫢)
For the last image I imagine him being like "quit yer cryin' " as he throws his cloak over you 🥰 then before you speak he goes "be even more trouble if ya got sick." & when you nuzzle into it & breathe him in he notices- & just goes, "missed me that much huh? hah. what a perv..." BRUH-
or we can take it a step further & he just "i got a few ways t' warm ya up, want me to come show ya?" with that smirk of his & EEEE 🤭 *kicks my feet*
