#ikevil x reader

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WHAT

GUYS THERE'S NEW SUITORS???

YALL WHERE DO WE THINK THEY'RE FROM, SINCE VOGEL IS FROM GERMANY??

[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

Your Villain Buys You Lingerie! 🌸

18+ MDNI | Suggestive Content | EN-released!Villains x Fem!Reader

CW: suggestive content, some mentions of power imbalances, some villains' descriptions are fluff-adjacent hehe

AN: These are the kinds of lingerie/sexy outfits that I think the villains would buy you! Enjoy! These fictional men are a problem for me! Hehe!

William Rex

Will would take your taste into consideration while also managing to select something that he likes. And he would spare no expense. We’re talking designer pieces here. Definitely in shades of red, black, maroon... dark jewel tones, of course. I’m imagining him at the store—the saleswomen absolutely falling in love with him while he describes the kind of sexy lingerie set he wants to buy for you. Would probably land on something that takes time to remove, like a full corset set. He’d want to enjoy the view for as long as possible!  

Harrison Gray

Harry strikes me as a man of simpler tastes. He would pick something cute and comfortable for you, because to him it does not matter what you’re wearing—you are always sexy! But seeing you in the mint-green matching bra and panties that he got you gets him unexpectedly flustered! He’d bury his face in his hand and sigh, “I know I got them for you, but I already want to take them off...” So you get to tease him for once for being such a perv. Win win!

Liam Evans

You know that this certified babygirl knows his way around a lingerie shop okay! He would honestly buy you cute and sexy lingerie all the time. Like you would have soooo many matching lingerie sets from him lol. You could wear a different one every night and not run out for months. He loves to dress you up all cute and sexy! He thinks you look especially good in shades of pink, but he buys you lingerie in every color/style imaginable. And when you put it on he gets flustered, even though he’s seen you in sexy lingerie so many times before. Sorry, he’s obsessed with you!

Elbert Greetia

Okay, talk about sparing no expense. You would have to go to all of the lingerie shops in town to tell them to turn Elbert away at the door next time he comes in because it’s fr starting to be too much lmao. He would of course listen to you if you told him that you don’t need any more lingerie, only handing you one more box. You open it to find gorgeous, handmade pale blue lace garters. “Look on the inseam of them,” he’d tell you. Embroidered on the inside of each garter with pretty blue thread is a message from him. “To my dearest y/n” on one and “a beauty for my eyes alone” on the other.

Alfons Sylvatica

Lol buys you a full black latex/leather dominatrix outfit. You stare at him incredulously and he just smirks at you. “What? You don’t like it?” Try as you might to explain that you don’t hate it, but haven’t worn something like this before, it does not matter! Lol! Alfons will coach you don’t worry! “That’s exactly the idea, y/n,” he’d purr, “seeing someone as innocent and pure as you in such a naughty outfit... the thought alone gets me so excited... see... look, I’m already hard...” Lmao.

Roger Barel

Although he can appreciate a woman’s beauty in pretty much anything, he doesn’t really see the point of lingerie lol. He’s just going to strip you! Why get so fancy? But the idea of you wearing something underneath your clothes all day that he picked out for you does turn him on. Like a secret understanding that you belong to him. He would pick out something simple and elegant, but racier than what you would pick out for yourself so he could enjoy watching you nervously adjust your clothes throughout the day to make sure no one caught a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath...

Victor

Haha, there’s no kind of lingerie out there that Victor wouldn’t want to dress you in! Corsets, teddies, matching bras/panties, G-strings, thigh-high stockings, crotchless panties... You name it, he’s already picked it out for you! You politely decline most of these items, which he of course doesn’t mind (though he’ll pretend to pout). But when he does manage to convince you to wear the cute see-through lilac nighty that he picked out, he can’t take his eyes off you. He’ll whisper compliments in your ear while he runs his fingertips teasingly over the sheer fabric... “Mm, I knew you’d look heavenly in this color.”

Jude Jazza

Buying you gifts has a dual benefit for Jude: he gets to see your reaction and it means you owe him lol. So you better believe that he’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches you unwrap the chastity belt that he bought you. The look on your face is a mixture of disbelief, outrage, and, you hate to say it, anticipation lmao. You know what this means. “The princess was getting so dirty askin’ for naughty gifts and all, so consider this the start of your Good Girl training.” The blood drains from your face and he just grins even more! Get ready! Hahaha!

Ellis Twilight

He would buy you a comfy but sexy black lace bra and panties set, which you love. He’s so delighted that you like the set, so he feels like you won’t mind the second part of the gift: black fuzzy handcuffs that match. He can tell that you get turned on as soon as he shows them to you. “y/n let’s try them out now, okay?” And before you know it you’re in the lingerie he bought you with your hands handcuffed to the bed above your head. “Mm,” he’d say appreciatively, “I want to keep you handcuffed and stripped like this forever, okay?” Buckle up! Lol.

[clemences]

HARRISON. 01

You don't notice— he'd never let you notice— but Harrison's eyes followed your figure everywhere. If you were in his line of sight, his eyes were glued to you, and mostly from afar.

He'd watch the way you smiled at nice weather and frowned at a list of errands. The way you’d hum while walking through the garden if you were alone, but would never dare in front of anyone.

“Walk three steps ahead of me,” he'd say to avoid any eyes associating you together, yet he'd keep his eyes glued to your back and your surroundings. While you'd enjoy the night, he'd watch over the streets of London like he's never before.

At first it was conscious, he wished to watch out for you and assure your safety, but little by little he could tell it was becoming second nature. He'd catch his eyes wandering through the castle halls whenever he returned, looking for someone, and there was only one person he could possibly be looking for. He'd snap out of it as he'd mindlessly watched you write away on your reports, watching your expressions change and your hands type away. Even on a mission without you, in any mildly dangerous situation he'd whip his head back to confirm you were safe out of habit. It earns him a tease from whoever he's with, but he's accepted he'd rather get teased than break the habit.

And it was love, he knew, and so did you, but it still shocked him every time. The way the mere sight of you could fill his heart with joy made him feel so... bashful. Yes, he was in love, but it didn't feel like that encapsulated it all. His heart was no longer his, it was entirely yours.

He knew that you'd too, be shocked, if you knew just how much he loved you.

But the lying fox would never tell you, and he'd lie about it if you asked. Yet, deep down he prayed that this was a lie you'd see right through. He hoped one day you'd see right through him and find out just how much he loved you. For you, the lying fox had no emotions he wished to keep hidden.

And see through him you will, far sooner than he was expecting you to, making him laugh.

[distuff]

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IKEVIL: You're not the only one working!

Featuring: Jude, Ellis, William, Liam, Alfons, Elbert, Victor, Roger, Harrison, Darius, Nica, Ring Pov: Female reader > the Villains will refer to the reader as "Robin"

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I was plannin on doing all the 12 boys but... I want to first know if my readers would like that by startin w my fav boi!

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CONTEXT... You let yourself be swept in their twisted love and adoration - allowing yourself to indulge - until one day you woke up with a satisfied smile, only for your face to pale and eyes bulge out when your eyes set on the calendar, noting tomorrow you had to submit your reports to the Queen. Reports which you forgot about and reports you didn't even start to work on... "Shit..."

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CROWN

Jude J.

🐦...

You can't possibly believe this hypocritical man would allow you to work yourself to death unless it was work assigned by him, could you?

The moment I woke, I remembered how beautifully the morning had begun.

My joints gave a soft, easy pop as I stretched, a wide smile pulling at my face. The duvet clung to me in a warmth that felt indulgent, the fabric settling around my limbs cozily.

There was no trace of fatigue in my body, only a steady, quiet lightness that made even breathing feel unhurried. I exhaled slowly, enjoying the morning sunlight spilling across the room through the wide windows.

For a brief moment, I lingered in that stillness, thinking it had been some time since I last felt this refreshed, especially given who I shared my life with.

The thought alone softened my expression.

Jude.

My lips curved at the memory of him, and that was when I became aware of the colder space to my left. I turned, already knowing what I would find, and saw his side of the bed neatly made and empty.

Aah… who is in the lead now?

The thought came unbidden, almost amused. Jude’s ridiculous waking hours had long since turned into a quiet rivalry between us. Who would wake first? Who would greet the other? Who would steal the first kiss of the day? I found myself smiling sheepishly as I tried to recall who had won last.

I should just ask him… though he will no doubt tease me about-

My thoughts broke off.

My eyes had drifted without intention to the calendar on Jude’s writing table. The sight of it pulled something taut inside my chest.

I felt my heart stop.

For a moment, everything held still. Then my body moved before my thoughts could catch up, the duvet tangling as I struggled free. I nearly lost my footing in the process, my balance slipping as I swung myself out of bed. The cold of the floor met my feet, sharp and immediate.

I steadied myself and hurried forward.

The calendar remained where Jude had left it, its surface marked with annotations, scribbles, and explanations that spoke of his relentless schedule. I ignored all of it. My focus locked onto a single detail: the red square.

It had been shifted.

“Day before next month!”

The words left me in a strangled exclamation, my hand snapping up to cover my mouth as though I could physically contain what that meant. The realisation settled heavily, final in a way that made my stomach tighten.

Without wasting another second, I moved.

Still in my satin nightdress, the fabric barely noticeable against my skin, I rushed to the closet we had begun to share. My fingers found the warmer robe Jude had given me on my birthday, and I pulled it on in haste. There was no pause, no hesitation. I left his room behind, crossing the threshold into the space that had once been mine but had gradually become my working space.

My "office".

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Once inside, I shut the door and locked it. Then I barred it, pushing any furniture I could move before it with a hint of urgency. Only when I stood facing it did I allow myself a breath.

I pressed my hands together in a prayer.

“Please forgive me and have mercy on my body,” I murmured into my clasped fingers.

The words felt almost similar to how nuns pray to the statue of their god, though the intent behind them was far from pure. It was less a prayer and more a plea directed at the devil himself that I would rather not confront.

I had no time explaining to him why I had to disappear into this room, knowing full well that once I spoke to Jude, I would have no motivation to sit and write reports on nine unpredictable men, with three more added to that number not long ago.

I lowered my hands.

With renewed focus, I turned to my desk and took my seat at the typewriter. My posture settled into something more familiar, more controlled. My hand reached for the first notebook I made on-

My expression soured, sir Elbert... The stack alone was thick enough to make my shoulders tense. I set them aside with care, choosing to leave them for last. Liam’s notes came next, far more manageable, and I allowed myself to start without interruption.

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The typewriter’s sound became a constant presence, repetitive and grounding.

It was no surprise, then, that I barely reacted when something struck the barricaded door.

A voice followed immediately, familiar and sharp with irritation.

“What the hell. Oi!

The door rattled under the impact, the force behind it unmistakable. Whoever stood on the other side was not holding back. The wood shifted slightly within its frame, the pressure visible in the way it resisted. There was no restraint in the attempt, no concern for the expense or the condition of the door. Only intent.

They were trying to get in.

Only when a forceful kick struck the door did the crack of the wood echo through the room, the walls shuddering faintly with the impact. I gasped, jolting away from the typewriter as my chair rattled beneath me. My body stilled almost at once, one hand flying to cover my mouth. My eyes widened as my breathing turned shallow, each inhale carefully restrained in the hope that he didn't hear me.

I could feel my heartbeat pressing against my ears.

My gaze drifted, almost instinctively, to the elegant watch on the table that Jude had chosen for me, which sat angled just enough for me to easily read the time.

Shit… it was nearing lunch.

I squeezed my eyes shut as a memory surfaced. Jude had mentioned it yesterday, his voice casual, leaving no space for refusal. He had said he would take me out, that I should dress warmly since the place was near the sea. The season was changing, and he had insisted he would not have me falling ill. His tone had carried that familiar blend of concern and teasing.

Though knowing him, he would not mind seeing me unwell if it gave him something to bully me over.

My brow tightened at the thought.

A soft thump drew my attention back to the door again. It came again, closer this time, followed by the faint drag of something shifting against the wood. Then Jude’s voice, low and steady, carried through the barrier as though he were leaning against it with his weight, forehead resting somewhere near the surface.

“When’d me princess turn this naughty, eh? Haah~? Didn’t twig I’d done such a poor job last night that you’ve got the strength to shove the furniture in front o’ a door.”

A shiver ran through me.

I pressed my knees together, shoulders tightening as warmth spread across my body in a way that made my thoughts falter. Unbelievable, I thought, keeping my eyes shut as my hand remained firmly over my mouth.

If I stayed quiet, he might assume I was not here. If I kept my breathing steady, perhaps he would leave.

The silence stretched.

For a brief moment, it felt as though it might work.

Then another voice cut in, followed by the sharp sound of something being unsheathed. Ellis. His tone carried confusion as he addressed Jude.

My eyes snapped open. Realisation of what Jude planned on doing made me turn in my chair and speak without thinking, my voice rising before I could stop it.

“Jude! Don’t damage the door!”

The words left me immediately, followed by overwhelming regret. I pressed my lips together, lowering my head. Good job.

A familiar, mocking laugh followed from the other side.

“Aah~ So the naughty Robin ain’t playin’ dead, is she~? Fancy explainin’ why you’re not only hidin’ but avoidin’ me as well?”

Something sharp embedded itself into the door with a solid thud, the sound making me bite down on my lower lip.

I should not be finding this appealing.

I wet my lips and forced my voice out, steadier than I felt. “I am not avoiding you.”

Silence followed.

It lingered just long enough for me to draw a breath, though I knew better than to treat it as reassurance. In Jude’s hands, silence rarely meant acceptance.

My expression flattened as I looked away from the door, my fingers fidgeting together in my lap.

“I just realised it is the end of the month,” I continued, my tone more measured now, “and I have not even begun my work as a Fairytale Keeper for the crown. I have too many reports to complete.”

I let out a small groan at the end, more for myself than for him. Sympathy was not something I expected.

The silence that followed carried a different weight, however, and it made me hope even if just a little.

Then his voice returned, softer in tone but edged with something unmistakably deliberate.

“Ro-bin~?”

A shiver ran down my spine at the mocking sing-song lilt. I straightened slightly, my expression tightening.

“Yes?” I answered.

"If you don’t unblock this door in three seconds,” he said, each word measured, “I promise you I’ll get me hands on you and have you quiverin’ and cryin’ the whole day, till you wake up achin’ and can’t rightly recall what day it is.”

The sweetness in his voice carried a quiet threat beneath it.

I let out a small, startled sound.

There was no hesitation after that.

I moved at once, abandoning any thought of resistance as I pushed myself to the door and began unblocking it.

Although… part of me, the quieter, more twisted part that had grown with each passing day, urged me to do the opposite. To see what Jude would do. To test the edge of his restraint.

But thinking him not to punish me for this was still foolish.

When the door finally opened, cold air brushed against my skin. I met Jude’s eyes first. His amethyst gaze held a suppressed relief that was easy to miss at a glance, but unmistakable once I caught it. The tension that had been coiled in his expression eased for a fraction of a second before something else took its place, something sharper, more intent. His relief gave way to a focused heat that settled behind his eyes, and for a brief moment I wondered what had caused the shift.

Then I remembered my appearance.

My breath caught.

Wide-eyed, I turned my gaze slightly to the left, where Ellis stood. He looked at me with a gentle, almost innocent calm, his expression soft as he took in the scene without apparent judgement.

“Morning, Robin,” he said, unaware of the growing shift in atmosphere. “Oh… I mean, afternoon.”

He corrected himself with a small, easy smile, his attention remaining on me as though nothing else in the room demanded it.

Ellis… I silently pleaded.

I returned a trembling smile, careful not to draw further attention. Speaking to him felt unwise in that moment, as though any additional word might tip something out of balance. Instead, I shifted my focus back to Jude.

He wore a self-satisfied smirk, looking down at me slightly from where he stood.

“What a nice dress ya got there, princess. New style ya tryin’? Fancy lettin’ me test the quality?”

Before I could respond, he stepped forward. His hand came to rest on my shoulder, firm but controlled, and in the same motion he guided me backwards into the room. The door shut behind us with a decisive click, the lock turning immediately.

His eyes never left mine.

The last thing I registered was the depth of that gaze, the darkened amethyst still holding onto that earlier intensity, before the moment dissolved into something far more consuming.

Time slipped.

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I woke with a low groan, my body heavy and unresponsive at first. Light filtered across my skin, and an unfamiliar soreness lingered in my muscles. My cheeks felt tight, the remnants of dried tears still present against my skin.

For a moment, I lay there, blinking slowly as my mind struggled to place where I was, what time it might be, even what day had passed. The silence around me offered no immediate answers.

Eventually, I shifted onto my elbow, turning my head to the side.

The space beside me was empty, the bed neatly arranged. I exhaled through my nose, letting the tension in my shoulders ease as I sank back into the pillow.

“Curse you, Jude Jazza,” I muttered under my breath.

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Later, I sat dressed in a comfortable blouse and a long skirt, my posture slightly slouched as I drank freshly squeezed juice. The taste helped settle the meal I had just finished, cutting through the heaviness that lingered.

I sat at the long table alongside several members of the Crown and Vogel groups. Conversations moved around me at a steady, but tensed pace, though none required my direct involvement at that moment. Jude and Ellis were absent, both likely occupied with duties at Jude’s company already.

I closed my eyes. I should get going myself.

Just as I was about to rise, my gaze drifted, and it landed on Victor. He had just stepped out of the kitchen, dressed in a ridiculously large chef’s hat and a blue apron that hung neatly over his frame.

Our eyes met.

A sudden rush of memory flooded back to me. What I was supposed to do. What I had forgotten and what I had eventually was forced to step away from.

My eyes widened in realisation, while Victor continued to stare at me with an unblinking, blank expression.

Oh my god-

“Victor!” I called out, my tone sharper than intended, drawing attention across the room. I ignored Ring’s slight flinch at the sudden volume, as well as the curious glances from the other Crown and Vogel members as their conversations paused and their heads turned.

“Robin!” Victor responded with equal enthusiasm, his face breaking into a bright, dazzling smile.

My fingers gripped the edge of the table as I watched him approach, waiting for whatever he was about to say. His next words, however, stopped me cold.

“The reports from yesterday were truly magnifique! Although a bit less descriptive and more blunt, I must say the way you worded each event was a treat to read, my dear!” he said, his voice carrying complete sincerity.

I stared at him, forcing myself not to gape.

For a brief moment, my thoughts drifted to Jude. The realisation of what he must have done brought a small warmth to my chest, though it faded almost as quickly as it appeared.

Victor stepped closer, his expression shifting to one of mild confusion as though something had only just occurred to him.

“Oh yes. Before I forget, this letter was at the very bottom, intended for you. I imagine that late at night you must have accidentally handed it to Jude along with the reports.”

He spoke with calm precision as he placed a gleaming black envelope into my hand. A familiar raven seal marked its surface, making my body stiffen instinctively.

Ignoring the confirmation that it was Jude who had to do all the reports for me, my grip tightened slightly as my thoughts ran ahead of me, already anticipating what it meant for me.

Opening it with my shaking fingers, I read on, my eyes widening with each line as the colour drained from my face.

I let out a slow breath and allowed my head to drop onto the table with a quiet thud after reading the contents of the letter. The notice from the debt collection letter sat heavily in my mind.

I am going to die~

The thought dragged out in my head, drawn and weary. I kept my knees pressed together beneath the table, a faint flush creeping across my face, grateful it remained hidden.

“Oh my!” Victor exclaimed beside me.

Harrison let out a snicker, while Roger joined in right after. “If you have concussion, please tell me so I can treat you immediately, lil' lady~”

“Ach, ach.” Darius’s voice followed, smooth and light, cutting through the air with ease.

I ignored them all.

There was nothing left for me to say, no reaction worth giving. I had already accepted what was coming for me.

Maybe with a bit too much ease.

FIn.

[ikevill]

Who is the best match for Kate (Ikevil MC)?

First of all, Iet's characterise Kate. My understanding of her is that she is a good-hearted woman with a passionate and devoted heart. Her personality and attitude change depending on the route she is in and which suitor she is matched with. That said, I do think in some routes she is not really herself as of my understanding of her. I will elaborate on that in a moment ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

I will now go into more detail about this while showing you my final ranking.

(I have read all routes including Crown & Vogel)

Beware of possible spoilers!

12. Kate x Darius

The worst pair for me. I don't really think it is realistic for Darius to fall in love with a human. Not if he thinks their are lesser beings than him. (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

I liked his route but I do think Kate was a bit too "desperate" in a way. I do admire her commitment regarding following and loving Darius. But it wasn't completely like her, I believe. The fact that she realised that she loved him while he was forcing himself on her is wild to me.

And let's not talk about their color palette. Gold is washing her out a LOT. Yes, it is Darius favorite color, but that's another reason for me to put these two last, sorry.

11. Kate x Roger

Hmm. Kate is more confident in this route and I like that for her. She has to show courage. Roger needs someone who can bite back and prove herself. Though, I feel like that he does need someone other than Kate. Someone who is naturally more confident and robust (ง'̀-'́)ง (And I personally think he is into more chubby girls??). For her, I feel like he is more of a friend and a (not so good) older brother.

Quite some time has passed since I last read his route so I don't have to talk about much else. Oh but I do think their color palettes match well (˶ˆᗜˆ˵).

10. Kate x Jude

I get their dynamic. It is true that Kate has tendencies for masochism, but it's really extreme with him. But same thing with Roger, he needs someone else. Not a Kate made to fit his character, if you get what I mean.

I loved how she talks back and how witty she is. But it's not the way I would characterise Kate... (⊙_⊙) She IS funny and can talk back, even in other routes. But not as Jude would need and like it, I think. Sooo yes, a whole other character would be better for him.

Their color palettes match quite well. Still not my favorite though.

9. Kate x Nica

Love their dynamic! I like the fact that he is a hard shell to crack but has a really soft side. The way he protects his brother and wants to have Kate in his future is really heartwarming to me.

But I don't like how naive she is portrait is his route.

Yes it partly has to do with his ability to make people fall in love with him, but the way she just completely fell for him? Even before him using his curse? ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ? I would REALLY like to hear your opinion on this because I don't think Kate is this down bad in most other routes.

And also, I do feel like Kate would rather fall for someone who isn't so much of a player ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

8. Kate x Alfons

Oh well. I love them together. I really do. Alfons is a deeply hurt and probably misunderstood character. He is a lot of work and not easy to understand at times. So, he needs someone who takes her time with him. To figure him out and to make him believe that maybe there is a chance he can get close with someone other than Lord Elbert. And Kate does have a really patient and devoted character.

But to me, something is icky about their relationship... I don't see Alfons as someone who truly settles with one person. Some events do feel out of character for me, especially when it comes to his tragic end.

And same as Nica, he is too much of a player.

7. Kate x Ellis

Both are really kind hearted and want to be helpful to everyone. It's a good match. Their colors match as well, though not as good as others. He would give her the world and more, if he could.

He is obsessed with her. And thats a character trait I think matches her personality really well. Kate is someone who wants to be desired, loved and cherished in an extreme way. And I think that's her toxic trait. She doesn't mind being loved like this, as long as the other person isn't to hurt by this feeling. A lot of events and / or routes show this type of behavior. Whenever it comes up that the suitor is jealous or wants to have her for himself, she likes it. She feels loved and appreciated that way. So it makes sense for her to stay by this persons side (she can get quite jealous herself from time to time).

Though it creeps me out that he wants to kill Kate one day (っ º - º ς) I mean, I get it. It makes sense for his character (and he is one of my faves). But it just doesn't vibe with what I think Kate would want.

6. Kate x Harrison

The most average guy in the best way ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

Probably the most healthy relationship of all, as he is really considered of her and her feelings. He is a kind hearted guy with lots of love to spear. He does get quite jealous at times, which again matches Kate desire to be wanted.

Their colors look good together as well!

5. Kate x Liam

Her patience shines through! Liam is a deeply hurt character with zero confidence.

But he is loving, kind hearted and cheerful. He makes sure that Kate is happy and has a smile on her face all the time. Liam can't stand seeing her getting hurt. And he hates it whenever someone takes to much of her time. He gets deeply insecure about it too and that's why he needs someone patient and understanding. Someone willing not to give up on him. And Kate is a great match for him! He wants to feel safe in someone's arms and she makes sure he does.

But I do personally feel like that they are better of as (best) friends, rather than a couple. But that's just me ≽^•⩊•^≼

4. Kate x William

Knowing that he is the main villain the game focuses on, it's quite hard for me to put him here... but in my eyes there are better suitors for Kate. Not only is red not the best color for her, she does need someone who wants her. And yes, especially in the sequel preview it shows that he does care for her and her well being. But they don't match as good as other people do!

But I like them together. Especially that he wants her to focus on the things she wants. I like how he provokes and challenges her.

3. Kate x Victor ⭑.ᐟ

With him, it's about the mutual respect. He sees her as a woman. Someone who is equal to him, maybe even someone to worship. He wants her for his own, but is soo respectful about it. The backstory they share is truly amazing and I feel like it's one of the best matches for Kate.

He also needed a lot of reassurance and encouragement, as well as Kate's devotion and willingness to share a wicked life with him. That's Kate's strength. She doesn't easily give up on the person she cares about.

I really like them together.

2. Kate x Ring ⭑.ᐟ

God, he loves her! I like the dynamic they share a lot. She encourages him to voice his own desires and go against Darius. Kate helps him build confidence and trust, by being honest and patient with him. That's normally the suitors role and it's nice to see Kate being the one to actually encourage the love interest!

In return he worships the ground she walks on. He loves her so so much! He worries a lot about her and in his wedding event he didn't even want anyone else to see her look so beautiful. Ring is obsessed with her. They match perfectly.

And they look lovely together ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

1. Kate x Elbert ⭑.ᐟ

Best match so far! Their color palettes and the way they treat each other, equally obsessed and devoted? #perfection

This is the most extreme example for worshipping and wanting someone. Elbert needs validation, reassurance, love and eyes only focused on him. And Kate needs someone who really truly wants only her and no one else. They give each other exactly what they need (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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Conclusion: Kate needs someone who desires her. A guy who wants her all for himself and someone who is only hers as well. She wants to be worshipped and will accept a lot of things if her partner is doing it out of love. She goes well with guys who need patience and someone willing to understand them. Guys who need reassurance and lots of attention, soft words and loving touch.

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If someone is curious about my faves for this debate: Harrison, Ring, Ellis & Liam (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

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Be Gentle

Jude Jazza x reader (gn)

Suggestive drabble [MDNI🔞]

"Hold on ta somethin', I'm not gonna be gentle," Jude warns, already pulling my clothes off with an urgency he fails to mask.

"As opposed to your usual soft and sweet lovemaking?" I tease, wrapping my legs around his waist, perched at the very end of his desk now.

"Oughta give it to ya so slow now you'll be beggin' me not ta be 'gentle' anymore. Wait until ya got tears in yer eyes an' can't take anymore." Jude sneers, enjoying the way I freeze, left wondering whether he actually will or not.

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This petty fairy did in fact go so slow that I ended up having to beg him to move. And then he denied me thrice before finally letting me finish. I know he enjoyed every second of it... and damn it, I know I did too. I'm just as wrapped around his finger now. ... Literally.

[keeper-of-hornytales]

Could I request some headcanons of the Crown and Vogel boys (if too much, just darius and nica is fine!) with an mc who is very afraid of doctors?

For example, when she’s sick or injured she literally rather runs away and dies than get treated by a professional? She couldn’t stay still unless someone was holding her for comfort the entire time (or with much encouragement)

°• Scared of doctors •°

A/N: Unfortunately none of the Vogel boys routes are out for the English server and I don't want to risk mischaracterizing them, sorry anon. Also this took way longer than I thought it would

◉ This isn't going to be much of an issue with him or any of Crown really...

◉ He isn't a doctor himself and likely deals with a majority of Crown's injuries and illnesses himself, second to Roger

◉ Of course, should you need a professional outside of Crown or be faced with one, he'd help in any way he can

◉ He'll likely go out of his way to avoid any possible scenarios you'd be faced with such a thing

◉ However, should Roger play a part in your fear, things can go a bit differently

◉ You being genuinely petrified of one of his beloved boys and not wanting to be treated by him causes conflicted feelings

◉ he hates how scared you are of Roger, and depending on how this goes, you are only scared of Roger

◉ He does enjoy how he usually ends up the one to take care of you because of that

◉ Overall, depending on your relationship with Roger, this can vary

◉ he's likely seen and heard weirder things in his life, your extreme fear of doctors doesn't phase him

◉ doesn't particularly mind

◉if you want to get over your fear he's the perfect man for the job

◉ somehow knows exactly when to push you a bit further and when to lay off

◉ he'll certainly be there to comfort you when around professionals, though he may tease you lightly if you're scared of Roger

◉ Like Victor, he usually just avoids you fear all together as the injuries they get are treated by Roger or Victor himself

◉ rewards you when you seem more relaxed or less panicked when faced with your fear

◉ has no idea what to do at first

◉ Uses himself as an active distraction should you be forced to be around them

◉ Like William, he's amazing if you want to get over your fear

◉ Also the type to reward you for your bravery

◉ over exaggerates everything if it helps, may even act more panicked than you if it'll make you laugh

◉ tells you a few silly fears he had as a child and may even tell stories about the other members of crown and things that scared them

◉ very supportive, like William, he has likely heard of weirder or even done stranger things himself

◉ He can lie to you, if that's what you want

◉ he's not the best person for this...

◉ Harrison isn't as good at comforting or distracting as the others

◉ he'll do his best, naturally, but there's no saying he'll be any real help

◉ likely to ask Liam for help

◉ is it obvious I haven't played Harrisons route yet?

◉ two ways this can go

◉ Ouch, you're scared of him?

◉ it boosts his ego a bit knowing you see him as a professional but still, ouch

◉ ouch, you're not scared of him?

◉ it hurts his ego that you're not scared of him but this makes it a lot easier for him to treat you

◉ either way, his feelings are hurt juussttt a bit

◉ Immediately offers to use his ability on you

◉ yeah

◉ not much better than Harrison but at the same time he is better than Harrison

◉ Can and will rub it in Roger's face that he gets to treat you if you're scared of him

◉ will joke about repayment for his services... It's probably not a joke

◉ he's not... Horrible overall

◉ Immediately give the task to Alfons

◉ I wouldn't trust him to treat me is all...

◉ it's said in his route he doesn't really trust Roger not to steal you from him so...

◉ if he has to, he'll hold your hand around him but he's just as upset as you are

◉ Likely to turn to Al before turning to anyone else

◉ He'll likely learn to treat you because who is he if he's not going to do everything in his power to keep the most beautiful thing in his life breathing?

◉ Once he learns he expects and likely insists on you turning to him first (if you don't already)

◉ greedy thing

◉ sickness and health quite literally, he wants you to rely on him 24/7 for anything... Maybe not cooking or cleaning though

◉ absolute sweetheart about it

◉ he may giggle once or twice but definitely helps you through Doctor (Roger) visits

◉he's had his fair share of injuries and it's safe to assume he can take care of himself for the most part

◉ most certainly bothers Jude about something if he needs it for you, extra work is nothing

◉ can help you get over your phobia if you ask but it's also kinda risky because he doesn't want to see you not happy

◉ better for when you don't plan to overcome your fear in all honesty

◉ jackass.

◉ no one should be shocked by this

◉ don't expect sympathy or help from him

◉ he won't shove your fear in your face

◉ by that I mean he won't have Doctors on standby just to fuck with you

◉ he will absolutely tease you any chance he gets about your "daft fear" but hey, everyone is daft in his eyes

◉ will patch you up and shove medicine down your throat but still holds your fear over your head

◉ better if you're trying to get over it

◉ small congratulations from him anytime you seem mildly less scared

◉ if you don't plan to try and get over it, I can only hope you handle teasing well

◉ another sweetheart

◉ does her best to help and hold your hand through it

◉ struggles when you're scared of Roger and when Jude is teasing you

◉ I love her but she doesn't seem to have too much of a backbone

◉ does everything she can to avoid a doctor unless it's obvious you need a medical professional

◉ not the worst overall

[fairytale-keeper]

The Hunter & His Prey

Roger Barel + Fem.Reader

cw - sub fem reader, smut, predator/prey, dubcon, chasing n hiding, semi-public|outdoor sex, size difference (big dick roger), choking/throat holding, fingering, piv, dacryphilia, roger calls reader pup/puppy/bitch, not proofread :p

word count - 2.7k

a/n - this is the first time i’ve written for roger so it may be ooc and/or complete shit (also my first time writing for ikevil at all so i apologize for any mischaracterization). on a side note, if anyone has any suggestions for character studies on the ikevil men pls let me know :’)

Wandering through the garden, it felt like something was watching you. You glance towards the castle, half expecting to see prying eyes peering down from arched windows, but the glare of the early evening sun gives away nothing. You continue deeper into the sea of deep green and late blooms. Autumn was looming with a perpetual chill that clung to the mornings and well into the night. It’s most evident in the flowers, however. A few of the trimmed hedges and well-kept bushes already bare of the early blossoms.

As you casually tread down the well worn path, the uneasy feeling returns. The hairs on your nape rise with a chill that has nothing to do with the setting sun. You cast a wary glance over your shoulders once again. Perhaps Liam was playing a trick on you. Ever since he learned your susceptibility to easy scares, he’d been known to jump out of corners and use his invisibility as a party trick to make you yelp.

But the garden remained silent, eerily so. A breeze passed through, sweeping a few strands of hair into your face as you try to ignore your growing paranoia. You tell yourself you’ve grown too accustomed to living in the shadows, always lurking and waiting for some sinister scheme to come to light. Maybe it’s done something to your psyche, rewritten the part of your brain that could function without being on edge constantly.

You’re still mentally berating yourself when you turn the corner of a tall rose bush. A quiet shriek dies on your tongue when your gaze meets Roger’s. Maybe it was because of your already paramounting unease, but the sight of him standing there sent your pulse spiking. You try to smooth the front of your skirt to keep some semblance of couth intact, but the look in Roger’s eyes had your lips snapping shut on whatever remark you were about to make.

“You have three minutes to hide.”

You had only been running for a minute at most, but you were already gasping for breath. The adrenaline stole the air from your lungs and captured your heart like a vice.

Three minutes.

His words, in that gravelly tone, rang in your ears under the incessant thundering of blood rushing in your ears.

You made it to the edge of the forest that surrounded the castle, the undergrowth darkened by the thick canopy of leaves. You keep running, your soles slipping every few paces on slick rocks or moss-covered logs. The trim of your skirt was already stained with splattered mud as you ran. It felt foolish, to think of possibly outrunning and evading a man like Roger, even not taking into account his inhuman hearing. But the thought triggered an undoubtable thrill down your spine, making your mind dizzy with anticipation and maybe an underlying fear.

Two and a half minutes in, and you forced your pace to slow. You couldn’t run forever, you knew it as well as he did. Sucking in sharp lungfuls of air, you opt to hide. You don’t notice the trembling in your hands as you crawl under the hollow of a half fallen tree trunk. You pull your legs to your chest, arms wrapped around yourself like you could make yourself disappear if you just hugged yourself a bit tighter.

Surely your time is up by now. You don’t doubt he’s somewhere in the woods, listening to the frantic heart that beats futility in your chest, counting the breaths you attempt to stifle with a hand clasped over your mouth and nose.

Every sound you hear from your dark hiding place puts you on edge—a bird crying from the branches above your head, a squirrel pouncing through a trail of leaves. But then came the unmistakable sound of heavy boots against fallen twigs. The undeniable scuff of leather soles on smooth stone. Then, the pause.

The air froze in your lungs, as if the world around you suspended itself like a marionette with its strings pulled taut. Your hair stood on end, a shiver raced down your spine and a lump came to your throat. It was him.

One step. Then another. The third brought the bottom of his legs just into view from where you were hidden and it took everything in you not to cry into the sweaty palm of your hand.

”My pup’s heart sounds like it’s about to give out.” You watch with wide eyes as he takes two more steps, the tips of his boots pointing toward you. You know you’ve lost. “I can smell it too—your fear and desperation.”

Your instincts tell you to press yourself back further, the bite of bark digging into your spine as he comes to stand only an arm’s length from your little hiding spot. You watch in mute horror as he kneels, dark eyes pinning yours with an ease that has you crying out despite yourself. The sound only seems to satisfy him, the smirk on his face sending another chill through you.

You scramble then. Mind blank on everything else except ‘run, run away, don’t stop’. He lets you stumble from the hollow, watching with rapt amusement as you trip over your own feet trying to flee again.

“I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed in your initial hiding spot. Surely you didn’t think you’d actually be safe there?”

No matter how fast you ran, it felt like he was always ten steps behind you. You weren’t even sure if he was running, or where he was, if he was even behind you at all. It was like a twisted game of cat and mouse. He’d let you run, tire yourself, maybe even prod at you, before he went in for the final kill. He was a man who liked to play with his food before enjoying it throughly.

The forest was completely dark now—a sea of shadows and utterly unforgiving. A sharp cry echoes through the brush as you pitch forward. You fall with the grace of a startled deer—eyes wide and head pounding. The sound of him chuckling makes your head snap in every direction, unable to pinpoint where it’s coming from. You roll onto your back, crawling backwards on your scraped palms until your shoulders meet solid trunk.

The forest bed was damp beneath you, twigs stabbing into your legs as you gasp for breath. Your eyes flit uselessly in the dark, not making out a single shape against the murky backdrop.

Then, a warm breath of air against your ear. “That was better, but I’m still rather unimpressed.”

Before you could scream, you press a hand to your mouth. With a strangled breath, you try to get away again, but a large hand wraps around your bicep, pulling you to the ground with a weightless ease.

“Wait, Roger-“

The man above you gives you an unapologetic look, his voice dripping with faux sympathy. “You’ve had your chance.” He leaned in close, so close you could see the cold satisfaction swimming in his eyes. “But this little puppy can’t run from me, can she?”

His hand releases your arm in favor of gripping your chin, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, drawing your lips into a puffy pout. “Sweet little things like you shouldn’t be out after dark.”

“Roger, please-“ you whimper. For what exactly, you’re not even sure, but between the fear still clinging to your heart and the heat pooling between your legs, you know it’s something only he could give you.

He traps your body under his, large thighs bracketing yours as he effortlessly pins you to the ground. The way he cages you in, the sheer volume of strength he has over you—it has a keening whine bubbling from your throat.

He kisses you then, hungry and messy. It’s a full fledged devouring with teeth against lips. His touch is unforgiving as he pries your mouth open, sucking your tongue into his mouth with domineering possession.

When he pulls away, you can’t see straight. He wipes away a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths together, his lips twisting into a sadistic grin. “Not putting up a fight anymore? Or maybe you know you’re just another prey to be hunted, to be devoured.”

His words have you throbbing. It’s obscene, the way you’re so quickly reduced to this. And Roger thrives on that.

He wraps a hand around your throat, fingers holding it in a possessive grip, just enough to keep you still and pliant. His warm lips brush the shell of your ear as your legs weakly kick against the ground. “I bet you even like this. Me chasing you, treating you roughly, it’s excites you, doesn’t it?”

Oh, gods, you hate how right he is, how certain he is of this undeniable truth.

“I bet my little pup is dripping right now.” As if to prove his point, his other hand drags your disheveled skirt up past your thighs. You let out a breathy whimper when you feel the cool evening air against your soaked panties. Your hands weakly wrap around the wrist at your throat, all while Roger slides his fingertips over the ruined garment with a chilling smile.

He doesn’t even bother removing your panties, just pushes them to the side as one of his thick fingers caress your bare folds. The simple touch has you trying to buck your hips into his hand, but the weight of his thighs over yours keeps you pinned and helpless.

Finally, after he has his fun toying with your wet heat, he pushes his finger into you. The stretch of just one of his fingers is enough to have your eyes fluttering shut with a breathy moan.

“Look at you… I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re already moaning like a bitch in heat.” He ducks down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. His mouth trails to your jaw, then in favor of replacing his palm at your throat with his lips. He leaves bites against your skin that are far too intense to be called love bites, but you’re sure they’ll bloom into a bouquet of bruises you’ll have trouble hiding for the next week. As his tongue laves over a fresh bite, he all but growls against the tender skin, “So fuckin’ perfect.”

The praise, paired with the sudden addition of a second finger into your cunt, has you moaning his name. You don’t feel the biting chill of the forest floor against your back anymore as his fingers work in and out of you, knuckle deep and occasionally curling into that spot that has your legs trembling under him.

By the time he adds the third finger, you’re certain you’re done for. If the straining bulge in his trousers is anything to go by, you know he’s used up his reservoir of restraint and there’s no hope of you walking tomorrow.

And Roger’s not much better. Despite his collected appearance, you can tell he’s just as desperate as you, mouthing against your neck and chest (thanks to the tear, courtesy of Roger, in your blouse that offered him ample access to your blushing breasts).

You whine when you feel all three of his fingers slip out of you, just before you could come. It was a tortuous game Roger loved to play—one where he’d ease you open, get you nice and ready to come on nothing but his cock. But he’d make up for all of this teasing usually by taking you slow and deep or making you come apart on him until you either were about to pass out (sometimes both).

He shifts so that he can push your thighs to your chest, granting him an uninterrupted view of your dripping pussy. He pulls his cock from his pants, the tip an angry red and leaking, the prominent vein running up the underside of his shaft pulsing as he pumps himself once before teasing his tip through your soaked folds.

You reach out to grab onto his forearms, feeling the corded muscles flex under your touch as he coats his length in your slick.

“F-fuck..” you breathe out, earning a low chuckle from Roger as he shoots you a sweetly condescending smirk.

“Haven’t even put it in, and you’re already moanin’ for me.”

And gods, when he finally does start to ease the fat head of his cock into you? You think you might actually pass out.

“Still so fuckin’ tight f’me…” his gravelly tone would have you clenching around what little he managed to push into you. He leans his face down, forehead resting atop yours before he kisses you again. “Gotta relax f’me lil lady… fuck…”

Part of you wants to cry and say you can’t take him, can’t possibly fit his inhuman length into you. But the other part (the winning part) of your brain is already mush and wants nothing more than for him to fuck and ruin you.

He pushes another inch into you, and then another, and another, until his pelvis ghosts just over your throbbing clit. You feel full, impossibly full. So much so it ached deep inside you.

You barely register the wet kisses Roger mouths against your lips and cheek, strained voice whispering soft praises, “so good f’me.. feel so good, so perfect.”

And then he starts to move, slowly at first, until you’re crying out with each deep punch into your core—so deep that you swear he’s found your soul. Your arms cling to his back and shoulders, grappling for something to hold onto as he rails you into the ground, his face lowering to suck a bruise onto your breast.

Tears wet your cheeks as you babble out incoherent pleas, nails digging into his shirt as he groans against you. Your thighs are already trembling, and you know you won’t last much longer. He angles your hips up slightly, meeting his brutal pace in a way that has stars swimming in your vision as you clamp possessively around his cock. You come with a drawn out moan, throat worn raw.

Two more deep thrusts into your spasming heat, and Roger follows suit, earning another pitched whine from you as hot come fills you, already dripping from where he’s still pulsing inside your pussy.

You feel light and breathless, fatigue coursing dangerously close as he slips out of you. The last thing you remember is the gentle press of his lips against yours.

Before you opened your eyes, you knew you weren’t in your own bed. It smelled too strongly of cedar to be your own private quarters. But the thought didn’t unsettle you. Instead, it brought a quiet comfort followed by the weight of strong arms draping over your waist. Large hands pull you back against an equally strong and broad chest.

You let out a sleepy hum, snuggling further into the pillow. Then, a frown finds your lips. You are so fucking sore. You just barely shift and it feels as thought your legs will fall off, not to mention the quiet ache of your back.

Rolling over with a huff, you come face to face with the cause of said pain. Looking not at all apologetic, the doctor snoozes without a care in the world. You poke his bare chest. The man merely mumbles in response, peaking one eye open.

“G’morning.” On any other morning, you’d bask in the sleepy, husky voice, but today the casual cadence irks you.

You poke his chest again, “Roger.” Your voice is still a bit raw, and it only makes you want to jostle him more. “Roger, I can’t move my legs and I need to pee.”

Roger nuzzles closer to you, lips brushing against your throat. “Mm, I figured that would happen.”

“Oh? So you knew what you were doing.”

You don’t miss the puff of breath warm your skin as he laughs softly. “It had been awhile since I played with my favorite pup, I thought I should make a fun game for her.”

You scoff, but there’s no real malice beneath it as you roll your eyes, “you’re unbelievable.”

He pulls you closer, savoring your warmth. “I don’t hear you complaining though.”

You run a hand through his hair, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple, “Yes, but my legs are so stiff I’m convinced they’ll fall off, and I still have to pee.”

“Mhm… don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya.” Another kiss lands along the column of your throat. “Anything for my favorite girl, right?”