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scummy-writes · 8 months

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Helpless Desires

A sequel to Just a Taste.

Rating: Explicit (mdni)

Pairing: Gilbert/Reader

Words: 4520

Tags: dubcon (this fic has consent, but those sensitive to dubcon themes may want to avoid), "forced" cumming inside, choking, biting, blood, fingering, rough sex, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), cum eating, obsessiveness, Gilbert being a creep

Preview: It's difficult being gentle. Pinning you against your vanity causes little vials and compacts of makeup to clatter to the floor, but you don't seem to care- you only wince as you're forced to face the mirror, watching his gaze narrow as he presses his cheek against yours, laughing breathlessly.

Your throat fit so perfectly into his grasp.

You won't meet his eyes.

It's cute, in a way. Seeing you freeze up when you hear his cane, the tips of your ears flushed pink, excuses to be elsewhere tumbling out of your mouth.

For the majority of two days, he let you believe you slipped away successfully every time. Watched after your fleeting form with a smile, knowing that you'd cave soon.

It isn't until the two of you meet outside on the settee that you finally linger. You even manage a nervous smile! And he smiles back, sliding onto the seat beside you, leaving no space inbetween.

Your eyes dart nervously when you feel his body pressed aside yours, but you do little in retaliation. Your voice is steady as you politely greet him, trying to start up conversation about the tea for today.

It's been boring enough hardly seeing you, but you're still refusing to give him the reaction he craves. So as you continue to dawdle about the oversteeped tea, he rests his hand on your knee.

There. The rise of your chest as you stop speaking eases the impatience he's felt these past few days. You tremble out the rest of your sentence, doing your best to school your face as you repeat what you said before.

It's sickeningly adorable, how you pretend. Gilbert doesn't grant you the luxury back. His smile is thin as he finally interrupts, narrowing his eye.

"You've been running away from me, little rabbit."

Flinching, you tumble over your words, "it's not that-"

"And after I left you such a thoughtful present as well."

The teacup in your hand clatters slightly as you set it down on the saucer, trying to hide your sharp intake of breath as the palm of his hand rubs against your thigh.

"Did you enjoy my gift?"

Nothing comes out of your mouth as you search for words, eyes glued to his fingers, the way they toy with the fabric of your skirt.

Gilbert hums his disappointment with your lack of response, giving the plush muscle a squeeze. He watches your eyes flutter as you bite your lip, looking away.

"Did it make you wet? Did you run off back to the bath to abuse that faucet of yours?"

He wants to go further. Wants to rip away your composure, have you whimpering his name. But Keith, the one you were supposed to meet for tea originally, comes into view.

The greeting falling from his mouth is interrupted by his eyes flicking to where Gilbert's hand is, then towards your expression. But Gilbert only smiles at him, deliberately clutching your thigh once more for Keith to witness, before he finally excuses himself.

You won't look at him as he leaves, but the flushed tips of your ears as you squeeze your thighs together is satisfying enough for now.

Galas and parties, where nobles flaunted their renown, soured Gilbert's mood to no end. Watching everyone fail to hide their glares, or the disgusting way they pretended to endure him, hoping to use his name for inane reasons…

However, tonight his reprieve was you. Seeing you finally enter the room, even if accompanied by that mutt of yours, had his smile creeping back onto his face. Especially as your steps stuttered when catching his eye.

The flush on your cheeks was adorable.

Leon, noticing how Gilbert refused to hide his interest, was quick to take your hand, trying to lead you elsewhere. He didn't miss the way Leon offered him a strained smile, nor the eyes of the other princes boring into him.

But it was fine. Even if he wasn't your first dance of the night, he knew he would be your last.

It takes three dances until you're in his grip. Three dances, where he is left to sip at the sickeningly sweet drinks offered, watching as others vie for your hand, your exhaustion with keeping up appearances slowly cracking through your mask. And once that third song ends, he decides to help.

By taking your hand in his the moment it's free, grinning.

"Were you planning to make me wait all night? How mean."

Dragging you further into the dance floor, away from the watchful princes' reach, Gilbert hums happily to himself. It didn't matter if the two of you were in the center of the room; the way everyone watched intently, realizing just how little you resisted, would spark conversations about Rhodolite's Rose being so willingly plucked away by the conquering beast.

Did you realize that? He knew you were smart enough to, but you seemed keen on hiding the truth from yourself.

All of this vast space in this ballroom, and you're stuck with him. You can feel the stares from other nobles boring into you- he can tell from the way your eyes keep nervously darting around, refusing to pay him proper attention.

The nerves seem to go towards your feet, and you falter a few steps of the dance.

In return, Gilbert grasps your hand tighter, smile never leaving his face as he leans in closer.

"You don't want to be here either, do you, little rabbit?"

Your response is a deep breath, before nodding slightly, your grip tightening for just a moment. The misplaced trust in him makes Gilbert’s heart flutter with perverse excitement.

"The two of us could leave together, but you don't want the others to know just how close we are. I never imagined I'd be a secret in such a way, but... "

He sees your gaze on someone's wine, the way their cheeks are flushed.

Gilbert tips his head, lips by your ear as he speaks.

"It would be easy to pretend to have a little too much, wouldn't it? Then no one could blame you if I was to take you to your room. I'd just be looking after a poor rabbit in their eyes, hm?"

You stumble again, but you meet his gaze now as the song ends. Watching his smile widen as you curtsey.

Once the latch to your bedroom shuts, it's fascinating stripping your inhibitions away. For the first second, your eyes meet his, hands clenching and unclenching at your side. Worry etches itself on your face quickly, and he can see the way doubt starts to form. Those pretty, plush lips of yours open, ready to voice concern- but Gilbert's impatient with these games now. Before you can speak, he's threading his fingers through your hair, cupping the back of your head as he crashes his lips to yours.

God. You taste like that damned rose liquor. There was only one glass he watched you drink, but the sickly sweet taste mingles with his own as his tongue hungrily explores your mouth, searching for you. What lingers of your taste.

You tolerate it, trying to break away to catch your breath- fumbling with trying to decide whether to wrap your arms around his neck, or mimic how he clutches you tight against him, no space left between your bodies as he searches for anything but rose.

Teeth nip at your lip, his breath comes out short as he takes more and more of your air, crowding you against the door.

All the while your hands switch from fisting his hair, to slowly dragging down his chest as your own rises. To pushing at his firm body, whimpers escaping between each kiss he ruthlessly gives.

It isn't until he needs to catch his breath that he relents, staring at your swollen lips as he rests his forearm against the door, unlatching his cape and letting it fall to the floor.

"You've been avoiding me, little rabbit. I intend to make up for the lost time."

It's difficult being gentle. Pinning you against your vanity causes little vials and compacts of makeup to clatter to the floor, but you don't seem to care- you only wince as you're forced to face the mirror, watching his gaze narrow as he presses his cheek against yours, laughing breathlessly.

Your throat fit so perfectly into his grasp.

Even through the leather of his glove, he could feel you swallow, meeting his gaze in the reflection. He could feel your body tremble, as if scared of what he planned to do, but your eyes stared back at him, blown with the need you tried to carefully hide.

How cruel it was, to deliberately mask this. How you were craving his touch. All that trouble not to let anyone else see his gift for you, and you could only reveal your desires when pushed.

Well. That would be easy to train out. Though his anger flares for a moment, annoyed at yet another lie coming from the same lips breathlessly parted in anticipation for his cock, and his grip tightens instinctively.

But he twists it to his advantage, forcing you to stay in place and watch in the reflection as he hiked your skirt up.

The sight of your plump rear, wearing a pair of underwear much more skimpier than the last, gave him pause. His eyes flicked towards your reflection, catching your hazy gaze. The look in your eyes seemed curious, and Gilbert knew what you wanted to ask.

Do you like them?

Gilbert smiled, chuckling to himself as he kneed your legs apart, forcing your stance.

You held his gaze as he hooked a finger on the thong of your underwear, tugging the fabric harshly against your clit.

"I've caught my little rabbit in heat, haven't I?"

Oh, the whimper you let out is the sound of his dreams. Paired with how you writhe with your hips, trying to gather more friction against your sensitive nub, has his dick twitching in excitement. Look at how desperate you were for him…

This pair was flimsy, and it took no effort to tear the seams of one side, watching it fall helplessly and pool around your ankle.

As tempting as it is to let go of you, to get a proper view of your dripping cunt, Gilbert elects to keep his eye on you as he bites the fingertip of his glove, slowly pulling his other hand free. With how his chest is pressed against your back, keeping you pinned in place, he can feel the tremor when you breathe in deep. If he concentrates, it's almost as if he can feel your heart, thumping wildly in anticipation.

"Is this how wet you were when you left me your panties?"

Shame hits your face first, cheeks blooming a deeper hue as your eyes avert. But Gilbert moves his grip from your throat to your chin, yanking your view back to him.

"Is it?"

He feels you swallow, clenching your jaw, "no…"

"I thought so, they seem even more damp than before. How naughty."

Two fingers pry your lower lips open, and Gilbert has to suck in his own breath as your folds slick his fingers readily. His fingertips slide across your vulva, a breathless chuckle escaping him when he teases your clit, your body involuntarily pushing back against his hand.

"You've been wanting this, haven't you?"

A breathy confirmation is what he wants, but instead you only manage a meek nod, clearly awash with humiliation for your desires.

"You could have gotten this sooner, if you had been honest with me. Instead, you avoided me," easily, so easily, he slips his digits inside of you, watching you tense and a shaky sigh of relief leave you. Your body wants to draw them in deep, coaxing for something more, but Gilbert focuses on your sweet spot, just barely brushing against it, watching you jolt your hips back again.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

Frustration slowly starts builds within you, starting with how you clutch at the edge of your vanity, nails digging into the wood as you pointlessly push your hips back again, attempting to fuck yourself on his digits.

Gilbert tsks, pulling his fingers out with an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

"Nothing? You're going to act as if you're not soaked for me?" his wet fingers spread in front of your face, thin strings of arousal clinging between them. Your eyes focus on the sight of your sins, brows furrowed as your eyes water, "is this nothing?"

“N-No…” Voice hoarse, you finally pull your gaze away from his hand, meeting his in the reflection.

“You don’t have to hide yourself away from me, little rabbit. I’ll accept even the worst, most naughty parts of you- as long as you’re honest.”

There’s nothing but the sound of your breathing as you scan his face, trying to deduce if this is some inane trick of his. Yet, after just a few seconds, you slowly lap at one of his wet fingers, tasting your shame on his skin.

Cheeks still rosy and eyes still watering, but the deliberate way you stare at him while doing so still sends a shiver of exhilaration up his spine. He doesn’t let you finish licking him clean, reveling in the lewd pop from your lips as he pulls his hand away. Instead, he still holds your gaze as he finishes the job, delighted that your saliva holds no trace of that disgusting rose liquor now. Paired with the indescribable taste of your pleasure, Gilbert’s eye fluttered shut in bliss, his cock throbbing with impatience.

When he opens his eye again, he sees you; hazy with lust as you watch him clearly get off on just the taste of you, biting your bottom lip.

“See? I’ll accept all of you, nasty or otherwise.”

You muffle a whimper as he pushes his saliva-coated digits back into you, his chest thrilling knowing that more of him will be inside of you soon, not just his spit.

He curls his fingers inside of you, your face twisting until he's beginning a rhythm, pumping his fingers with an even tempo. Each thrust of his fingers earns him a shudder, a bitten back groan, as you let yourself start to enjoy this.

He waits, until your brows unfurrow, your eyes fluttering shut and some of that shame abiding- and then he yanks his fingers out, chuckling at your whine.

“Tell me what you did with my gift?”

“Now?”

“I don’t think you have a right to complain, given how you ignored me for days.” The tips of his fingers ghost at your entrance, before he’s running them across your swollen lower lips, toying with the tip of your clit. One swirl around the sensitive bud, and you’re gasping out an answer, clearly growing as impatient as he is.

“I… I touched myself once I realized…”

“Mm… How?” Another swipe across, your knees trying to clench together.

“With- With my fingers.”

“Did you imagine they were mine?”

“No,” breathless, you wiggle your hips, moaning when he obliges in rewarding your hesitant words with steadily rubbing your nub, “I-I imagined something else of yours.”

“Really, now? You jumped right to imagining my cock?” Ignoring your displeased mewl as he pulls his hand away, he licks his fingers again before working his belt.

“I can imagine whatever I want,” you pout.

“True, but wouldn’t you rather feel it?”

Whatever words were about to fall from your lips never make it- in the reflection you can see how he reaches his hand in his pants, palming his erection. He doesn’t care that you can see how he shudders at finally giving himself momentary relief, but he notices how you ready yourself without hesitation; bracing yourself against the vanity all while drinking him in.

With his pants pushed down far enough just to get his cock out, his impatience wins over, slotting his thick length between your lower lips. Each thrust is slow, deliberate, but your juices coat him eagerly, the sounds of your moans coming out more unbidden than the last.

"I want to hear you say it."

The lip of his cock grinds against your sensitive clit on each rhythmic pump, and Gilbert can’t get over how swollen you are, aching for him to the point of gradually shedding away your inhibitions. Now, you’re using the vanity to steadily thrust back in tandem with him, unable to bear any moment apart from his cock.

So he pulls back, instead pressing his tip against your soaked entrance. The pressure is light, but enough to make you cry out in frustration.

"P-please… Prince Gilbert…"

"Mm? I thought I asked you to call me 'Gil', did I not?"

“Gil…Please…”

More pressure, and the head of his cock is just halfway into you. Just the idea of his precum mixing with your arousal inside of you has his nails digging into your skin as he holds you in place, breath growing heavy.

“I don’t know what you want unless you tell me, little rabbit.”

“I, ngh- I want your cock inside me, please-!”

The grip on your throat returns, and this time its tight enough that you don't dare to move, being forced to hold his gaze as he slides his cock into you, inch by inch. He's rewarded with a private show: your eyes prickling with fresh tears, mouth hung open as you try to quietly moan, forcing yourself to accommodate his girth.

"Look at you, look at how you've been wanting this," a nibble at your ear, voice turning dark as he mutters, "you look like a whore. And to think, you could have had me sooner if you were honest."

The twinge of anger flares up for a moment, and he roughly thrusts the rest of himself in to the hilt- grunting out a groan as his eye rolls back, fluttering shut.

Finally….

The sensation of your inner walls clenching him, the way you whimpered as you adjusted to his throbbing cock- all of his fantasies paled in comparison to the reality of having you trapped in his arms.

Gilbert lets himself linger, let himself savor the feel of your cunt sucking him in, burning the sensation to memory for those nights he wouldn't be able to have you.

Of course, he'd make sure no one else could, either.

He yanks the shoulder of your dress down, not giving you the chance to react before he digs his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder. You hiss out a groan, caught between pleasure and pain as he harshly marks you.

"If you let anyone else touch you like this, I'll kill them, do you understand?"

He laps at the droplets of blood forming along the indents from his bite, shuddering at a new taste of you. The way you’ve been shying at his touches, and the clumsy way you kissed at him before tells him that you’re either greatly inexperienced or a virgin. While he’s nearly certain of which, he knows that it’s only him who has tasted your life.

For the others, he’ll just replace any possible contact with his own. Over and over, until your body was clearly his.

He doesn’t give you time to mumble out anything- you’re busy relishing in the feel of him, adjusting. Instead, his hand moves from your throat to your hair- shoving your cheek down against the surface of the vanity.

You scramble in alarm at first, trying to find purchase in this position as he pulls his cock back to the tip- but he snaps his hips harshly, ignoring your protests as he starts thrusting. Each one is languid, driving deep into your warmth.

At first, Gilbert is mesmerized- your body takes him so well. Your inner walls coax him deeper with each pump he delivers, tensing around him, and watching his length disappear into you steadily makes him feel lightheaded.

You were truly made for him, weren't you? From the way your digustingly sweet naivete cried out for him to conquer you, to the way your pussy was desperate to keep him inside- you belonged to him.

The thought makes his thrusts quicken, paying no heed to the way your nails scratch thin lines of paint off the vanity, nor the way the wood starts hitting the wall in tandem. He's too focused on trying to control the way that coil deep inside keeps threatening to come undone, trying to etch each movement and sound of skin hitting skin into his memory.

It isn't until his breathing becomes labored that he tunes into your breathless chanting, various praises and pleas for more leaking out. How could he dismiss that?

"Hah, you're a greedy little thing, aren't you? Just a taste, and you're begging like a slut." Those words make you squirm beneath him, a much tighter squeeze of your inner walls clamping around his cock, "are you cumming? Just from that?"

"Stop-" whining, you try to hide your face from him, that damned shame coming back to eat at you. But Gilbert doesn't have the patience, yanking your hair to let him watch as your orgasm overtakes you.

It's messy- you can't stop crying out as he continues to plunge his dick into your depths, harder and with an intensity that causes your hips to hit against the wood painfully. Tears form as he disregards how intensely your pleasure washes over you, that each time he slams into you, there's pain mixing in.

Instead, he's too focused on how your voice strains pathetically as you battle the white-hot shame of getting off on such a vile man's cock.

“Ahh, little rabbit, I’m going to cum-”

"D-Don't-!" Panic alights in you, and you rush to push your palm against his hip. The futile attempts at batting him away are almost cute, and Gilbert smiles as his grip on your hips tightens. He can see you wince in the mirror.

"Haha, thats rude. You want to reject my gift? You want to reject the cock you've been salivating over?"

To further his point, he snakes a hand between your body and the vanity, pressing hard right above your pubic bone.

"Ngh-"

The moan escapes you easily, your body eagerly pushing back to meet his thrusts- that fight of yours dissipating immediately as pleasure took precedence. Gilbert ignores your pouting, burying his cock deep inside your welcoming walls. Despite your weak struggling, your pussy clamps deliciously around him, as if already trying to milk him dry.

"No, you're going to take every last drop of me, little rabbit."

Those words, muttered by your ear with a breathy chuckle, causes your tears to finally spill down your cheeks. Fascination sinks in, watching thick droplets roll down your cheeks, dripping onto the vanity. Tears for him. Because of him. How were you able to give him so much of what he fantasized about?

He doesn't even think before he's angling your face closer to his, lapping up the droplets.

The salty taste of your shame on his tongue finally pushes him over the edge. Letting out a low groan, Gilbert forces you to still as he buries his face against your shoulder, spilling his love into your cunt.

You shudder as he does so, gasping at the warmth, making him moan in return- your walls clenching tighter around him. Pressed against you so tightly, he can hear your rasping breaths, the way a few hitch when he nuzzles his nose against your neck.

He doesn't dare to pull out until his length becomes overstimulated. Even then, it's slow- forcing you to stay bent over the vanity so he has a clear view of his length pulling out of your soaking pussy inch by inch, delighted in the way your juices are combined with his.

It's clear you're exhausted. Once he's let go of you entirely, you're clutching onto the vanity desperately, keeping yourself upright. The strength is gone from your legs, but Gilbert is preoccupied with watching his cum start to drip out.

Over your shoulder, you look back at him. Staring him down as you catch your breath, face flushed and tears still staining your cheeks, but your eyes go wide watching him drop to his knees. His hands are on your thighs in an instant, keeping your legs spread as he ducks his head-

“Mmph! G-Gil-!”

Helpless in his grasp, you strain against him as his tongue explores your vulva, lapping up your cum mixed together with his semen. Each lick takes away his rational thought bit by bit, and soon he’s groaning without care, head swimming at the taste.

Sensitive, more tears wet your cheeks, a slew of whimpered pleas for him to stop are leaving your lips, but Gilbert continues swallowing each drop that he can. The flavor, the smell- all of it makes his cock twitch, already craving to be inside of you once more.

It doesn’t take much for your thighs to strain harder against his hands, a strangled cry of his name as his efforts cause another gush of your arousal to greet his tongue.

Once he finishes, he’s chuckling breathlessly against your thigh. The supple skin is reddened with how harsh he grasped you, and he nips at it impulsively, wrapped up with how many marks he wants to leave on you tonight.

When he’s back to his feet, he can see how you still struggle to catch your breath, how those tears still flow- but there's another emotion etched across your features that makes Gilbert laugh, and he leans over, pressing a chaste kiss against your temple as he brushes your hair back.

"Don't look so relieved, little rabbit. Did I say we were finished?"

ALT ENDING

It took me five months, but I finally made the sequel that people were wanting! It may not meet expectations, but this is what I imagined would have gone down after Just a Taste. I enjoy Gilbert being obsessive and possessive to this degree, and I hope others do as well. A big thanks to @solomons-poison for beta'ing this for me and easing some concerns!

If you do not like this, or do not like how I've written Gilbert: I kindly do not want to hear it. Please just block me instead.

If you enjoyed this, please consider commenting and/or reblogging!

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clavis-hedonist · 11 months

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This was probably a very tense moment for Emma, but I was laughing my ass off 🤣🤣

It was adorable, too 😍

#ikemen prince #ikepri #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #luke randolph #ikemen prince luke randolph

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kissmetwicekissmedeadly · 2 years

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert von obsidian #ikepri meme #ikepri memes #ikemen prince memes #ikemen prince meme

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hhoneypop · 7 months

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@hhoneypop. — “ devil's front door and i'm banging on the line, if i said i want an answer i'd be lying. . . ”

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livinglovingtrainwreck · 2 months

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IT GAVE ME A GUN???

#Ikemen Prince #Ikeprince #Ikemen Ouji #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikemen prince Gilbert von obsidian #THIS ROUTE IS A MINDFUCK #not spoilers #MY CUTE LITTLE AVATAR WITH #HER FLORAL PRINT PISTOL

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viatagrinner · 11 months

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Bond Story#11 : Jealousy.

Gilbert: You were surrounded by many princes today. You seemed to be having a lot of fun...

Gilbert: It's strange to put me on the same level as all the other princes.

Gilbert: I'd be willing to snap your heart and make you see only me, wouldn't I?

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1. I don't like/hate people who do that.

Gilbert: You're frank, aren't you? I see you don't like .... Well, you're worried.

Gilbert: If you told me "I hate you," I would want to kill you.

2. Does it make you happy?

Gilbert: ...You're hitting a sore spot, aren't you? It's third-rate practice to let fear get in the way of everything.

Gilbert: I never thought the day would come when you'd say something back to me... Hmm, I think you've fallen too low / You've become mean too.

3. You are special even if you don't do that.

Gilbert: If you say so, why don't you treat me more special?

Gilbert: Otherwise I would have been tempted to bury all the other princes, one by one.

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Gilbert: I'm still pleased with your seriousnes, even after all this. // I really like you, even after all this. Obviously, I love you.

Gilbert: So... Hey? I'm the only person you can be especially close to.

#Well if anyone had any doubt that Gil is a Yandere this dispelled the last doubts. 🤣#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen ouji #ikepri translation #ikemen gilbert #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikemen bond masterlist #ikepri bond Masterlist #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikepri gilbert

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queen-dahlia · 4 months

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𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦

"𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿"

not proofread

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation

The final dinner of the year finally came to a close.

The main character is a gluttonous prince.

The dinner party, which began in the kitchen in the morning with an extraordinary amount of food, was a success,

Before we even get to the main course, there's a disconcerting turn of events一

Gilbert: "I'm hungry."

Clavis: "Lord Gilbert, what were you doing a few seconds ago?"

Gilbert: "I was eating the food that the little bunny had cooked for me."

Clavis: "And?"

Gilbert: "I'm hungry."

Licht: "It's abnormal."

Clavis: "It must have been absorbed into another space, not the stomach. Next time I'll refer you to a good doctor."

Gilbert: "Thanks for your concern."

Gilbert: "Waiter, bring me more food."

Licht: "It's impossible."

Clavis: "Emma is not a superhuman. She's working hard to finish a dish for you."

Gilbert: "You don't have to elaborate that much, though."

Gilbert: "In general, it's a terrible miscalculation not to have the little bunny at the dinner party."

Clavis: "You have us instead."

Gilbert: "Do you really think you can take the place of the little bunny?"

Licht: "I'm... offended by the way you said that."

Clavis: "Well, well, well. I'm just the entertainment guy for when the guests are bored. You're up, Yves, Luke."

Yves: "We've been playing this for a while now!?"

Luke: "Don't you hear the violin and the harpsichord? Listen."

Gilbert: "Thank you for your wonderful performance, but I got bored."

Yves & Luke: "Can I go back now?" | "Can I go now?"

Clavis: "Wait a minute, boys, it's not fair to expect Emma to take on this beast by herself..."

Clavis: "Besides, I've already set up traps to prevent you from escaping from this room."

Clavis: "If that's okay with you, you can go back. Hahaha!"

Luke: "Screw you."

Clavis: "But I am at a loss. Lord Gilbert seems to want other pleasures."

Clavis: "I have no choice. I guess this is my moment to show off."

Gilbert: "Oh, yeah!"

Clavis: "Can you at least hear me out?"

Gilbert: "I've got a good idea."

Luke: "I don’t think there’s any proof that your good ideas were good things." **

Yves: "Lord Gilbert, where are you going?"

Gilbert: "Of course, I'll go to the little bunny."

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Emma: "一So, what brings you all to the kitchen?"

Emma: "And as for Prince Gilbert, he had a knife and fork in his hand."

Licht: "I don't suppose you're going to... eat every last bit of the finished product?"

Gilbert: "Correct."

Licht: "That's gruesome." // "That's pungent." **

Gilbert: "If we eat here, the waiters won't have to carry the food, and you can watch the little bunny, right?"

Gilbert: "It's good for everyone."

Yves: "The pressure on Emma is not half as great as it should be..."

Gilbert: "I'm surprised so many of them haven't been brought in yet."

Emma: "It's not ready yet! All the seasoning and decorations are incomplete一"

Gilbert: "Well, I'll have some."

Emma: "Aaaahh!? Seriously, Prince Gilbert, don't eat it!"

Clavis: "It's not good. If the Appetite Monster comes into its own, all the food and ingredients in this place will be lost."

Emma: "Please, please stop!"

Licht: "I get it."

Yves: "Whoaaaaah! Licht, don't pull out your sword! Your big brother won't allow you to stop him like that!"

Luke: "Then I'll hit him一"

Yves: "Are you crazy? We're dealing with a prince of a great nation! There's going to be a war!"

Clavis: "Well, then, I guess my一"

Emma: "Please don't do that!"

Clavis: "… Why can't people just let me say it all?"

Gilbert: "Mmm... it's delicious."

Emma: "Prince Gilbert... that's not… in good taste."

Emma: "... I've made it this far, but it's terrible."

Yves: "Emma... I know how you feel. The pain of having a delicious meal ruined in the process..."

Yves: "I get screwed over by Jin and Leon from time to time, so I know what it's like."

Licht: "… That's right."

Luke: "To see Emma so devastated and you keep eating, that's not human behavior."

Clavis: "He's a monster."

Luke: "… All right, Clavis, Licht. Gather all the ingredients in the kitchen."

Licht: "Why?"

Luke: "While you stall for time with the ingredients, Yves and I will help Emma finish up."

Luke: "Otherwise, Emma will go through the year with a lot of regret."

Emma: "Luke…"

Yves: "I agree. It's too early to give up!"

Licht: "Understood. Let’s do it, Clavis."

Clavis: "I agree. We need to get rid of the monster and bring in a happy new year for everyone."

Luke: "Hey, I brought you some food."

Luke: "You should be thankful that I put a bear and honey on the base that Emma was building." // "You should be grateful that I put the bear and the honeycomb on the foundation that Emma was building."

Gilbert: "Yes, yes, thank you."

Clavis: "Phew, I got one for you too."

Yves: "Hey, isn't Clavis in charge of the ingredients?"

Clavis: "I'm not going to be able to do everything I'm capable of if I'm just carrying food."

Clavis: "So I decided to switch to helping Emma in the middle of the process."

Licht: "… Unnecessary." **

Clavis: "Look at this adorable tiger, Emma was working on it, and I finished it?" // "Look at this adorable tiger! I finished what Emma was partially working on?"

Emma: "Ah! When did you...?"

Yves: "Is there something hanging out of that tiger's mouth?"

Clavis: "It's a delicious sauce."

Licht: "What's that stuck in its head?"

Clavis: "It's just a decoration."

Licht: "… With a high murderous intent…"

Gilbert: "Leave it for me, I'll eat it later."

Yves: "… I honestly respect Lord Gilbert for not being intimidated by the food arranged by Clavis."

Gilbert: "And by the way, little bunny, you really are a genius."

Gilbert: "The food here is good, and it's cute."

Gilbert: "Hey, how would you like to be my personal chef? I'll give you a great deal at Obsidian."

Emma: "I am honored, but I must decline."

Gilbert: "Too bad."

Gilbert: "It looks like I failed to recruit you, so let's have this little rabbit here heal me."

Emma: "Eh."

Gilbert: "Sugar Candy Story."

Luke: "It's confusing."

Gilbert: "Hehe… This little rabbit looks delicious."

Gilbert: "I'll taste every bit of it, chew it up so it won't go anywhere, and keep it in my stomach to cherish for a long time一"

Luke: "… Don't say anything meaningful. Emma's pulling back." // "… Don't say anything meaningful. I think Emma is the one who pulled it off."

Emma: "I'm not pulling away. It just hurts to imagine…"

Clavis: "Lord Gilbert, this tiger cake is delicious, too. Come on, it's time for cannibalism."

the cake with spicy sauce

Yves: "… Clavis wants to feed you whatever he wants."

Licht: "I don't care if Lord Gilbert eats it."

Gilbert: "By the way, I like it spicy and sweet."

Clavis: "What…"

Gilbert: "I'll taste it for you."

Emma: "Ah!"

Luke: "What's up?"

Emma: "Now... Now all the dishes are done!"

Luke: "Oh, you did great, Emma."

Licht: "Somehow we managed to stop the monster."

Yves: "Licht, you're dealing with a guest of honor, right?"

Clavis: "Then we'll carry it out of the kitchen."

Gilbert: "Well, I don't mind if I stay."

Luke: "It's only natural that you respect the food Emma made."

Luke: "It's not something you can eat in the kitchen."

Luke: "You move, or I'll carry you. Or do you want me to carry you?"

Gilbert: "… I used to be the one carrying you."

Luke: "Shut up." // "It’s so noisy."

Gilbert: "Luke has a point. Fine, I'll take you back to the venue."

Emma: "… Hehe."

Yves: "What's wrong?"

Emma: "I thought it would be more fun to do the preparation together than to do it alone."

Clavis: "Haha, of course. Good thing you sent me a distress signal early, huh?"

Emma: "That's not the only thing."

Clavis: "Oops, that smile is so sweet..."

Gilbert: "If the little bunny laughed like that, then I guess I was right to get into the kitchen." // "If the little bunny smiled, then I made the right decision to get into the kitchen."

Luke: "… You're just talking about consequences, aren't you?"

Licht: "The dinner is just the beginning."

Emma: "I agree."

Emma: "Let's end this year with a smile!"

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here-for-gilbert · 8 months

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I have been thinking about Gilbert

and the fact that his life is constantly in danger. He is always on high alert, always careful not to get killed, never trusting and basically living a high stressed life. Always ensuring he is foreseeing everything. But what if What IF he suddenly teleported to our world? To your place. And suddenly there is no danger. There are no assassins, there are no fake friends, there are no wars to plan or country to run. No one to beat, to be wary of... So he let himself relax, he let himself take naps in the afternoon and eats any food without checking. He becomes sleepy, and slow, and soft. He is wrapped in a blanket while walking around and cuddles in looking for warmth. He feels safe.

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xxsycamore · 2 months

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Mooooo ily, I am going to spam you! Congrats on the followers, I am happy that events like these give you such a mood booster. Theyre always sweet and I wuv them (and so do many others!!)

If you feel it, how about 😘 with Gilbert?

THANK YOU! 🥺 They do, yes. and if I get to boost someone's mood in the process too? win win. Hey can you believe this is the first gilbert for this event

cw: food

[😘] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔...

GILBERT:

People say not to mess with a beast having its meal... that's why you're considerate enough to wait until Gilbert's moved on to dessert.

You've been dying to toy with him, in the most loving and affectionate way possible, of course, by giving him a taste of his own medicine and launching a kiss attack all over his features. Problem is, Gilbert is just so hard to be caught with his guard down. You tried it while he was on the brink of sleep; in the bath; in the middle of a reading session.

It's when you watch him stuff his cheeks full of food that the mist of endearment briefly dissipates so you can see through it and spot an opening. And there's no need for an ambush even - you don't sneak behind him, you don't grasp his shoulders in a flash. He's not going anywhere.

Already tasting sweet victory on the smooth skin of Gilbert's cheek, with a bit of smudged vanilla cream thrown in the mix, you litter audible smooches on him - on both sides of his face, just underneath his jaw, on the bridge of his hose, on his temples... full-well knowing that Gilbert won't stop what he's doing just to turn the tables on you.

Or will he?

The pasty is lowered down to his plate as his ruby eyes bore into yours, but smiling. He lacks the deadly irritation of a big cat interrupted while devouring its prey... in fact, you've only seen him like that when a servant involuntarily disrupts your private time.

Without realizing it, you've paused - frozen as Gilbert stares at you.

"What is it? Aren't you going to feed me more of your sweet kisses? You should've said something instead of being jealous of my dessert like that... for you know that only you can truly sate my hunger, little bunny. I won't stop you, so please go ahead and have your fill."

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alice-revolution · 1 year

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scummy-writes · 10 months

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Morning Bliss

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Gilbert/Reader

Words: 1,465

Tags: somnophilia (light), handjobs, dirty talk, breeding kink, eyepatchless gilbert, markings

Warning: Dubcon - it's not intended to be, but those sensitive to it may not want to read.

Summary: It's a beautiful morning, and for once, you've woken up before Gilbert.

Early mornings were a special treat for you. The warmth of the light tickling your nose, slow blinks as you processed waking, getting to drowsily delight in seeing Gilbert’s darkened room seem to wake with you. The way the bookshelves seemed to come to life as the break of the dawn's early rays struck them, the deep colors held within lit with a comforting glow.

Most days, you woke like this as Gilbert nuzzled you from behind, his tight hold around your body now a welcomed comfort. He’d often tease you for seemingly showing more interest in the room than himself, but that was often shushed away by your sleepy kisses. He was kinder in those quiet moments, his touches softer and saccharine.

However this morning, Gilbert was nestled against you, his chest rising slow with each slumbering breath he took in. There was no teasing smile waiting for you, no sly comments or nips to your skin. There was just the beauty of Gilbert relaxed and at peace.

Watching the way he rested should have made your emotions swell with love. Yet, as you took in the sight of your lover before you, you only felt a flurry of conflicting emotions.

Because for once, you had succeeded in waking up before Gilbert.

It would, perhaps, be normal to lay there idly and watch your lover rest. Of all the romances you've read, this felt ingrained that you should take this as a sacred moment, especially given how Gilbert never let his guard down.

But your heartbeat thrummed in your ears instead, consumed with heated ideas that plagued you late at night. Consumed with those thoughts you had when you were left alone and with an idle hand.

Would he be furious, if you dared to do what your mind was screaming at you to try? To play out the same fantasies he tested with you? How many times had you awoken to him inside of you, or to kisses and wandering hands…

Surely, it was fine to indulge in giving him some morning bliss in return?

Carefully, you reached out and swept his bangs aside, clearing up your view of his face. He didn't sleep with his eyepatch on last night, so you took the time to stroke his left cheek, gathering your courage.

Your hand left his cheek slowly, tracing his jawline languidly. Gilbert seemed to settle his chin in your hand as you stroked there, but he was back to nuzzling against your shoulder again, taking in your warmth.

So your touch slid down his neck, tracing the lovebites from the night before, and counting the spots where you wish you could have left more, until you reached the first button of his shirt.

Were you really going to do this?

The first button was undone slowly, anxiety winning in the worry that such a small movement could awaken him. But with the first button undone, and more of his chest exposed, you realized he was warm. Not overheated, but warmer than his body usually was.

Just how much did your nightly cuddling heat him up? No wonder he clung to you so tightly…

Each undone button revealed more of his torso, and soon you were battling your own arousal as you soaked in his body. The lean muscle tone, the faint scarrings from fights long ago, the recent red bloomed lines from your last tryst… Gilbert was able to leave his mark on you, from bites to handcrafted jewelry or clothes, yet this was all he had from you. Temporary markings that you constantly wanted to revive.

Would he still love you if he knew just how badly you wanted to mark him in ways for everyone to see?

Spreading open his shirt, you noticed quite more clearly that his sleeping pants were low on his hips, giving you a clear view of his happy trail and adonis belt.

There was certainly no turning back now, now when your hand moved impulsively, following his happy trail with your fingers and watching what you could see of his face.

His brows furrowed at the touch, lips parting slightly, but you were rewarded with a soft sigh from your actions.

Emboldened, your fingers deftly slipped under the waistband of his sleep pants, a thrill alighting when you realized he wore no underwear last night. As you took in a deep breath, steeling your nerves, you ghosted your fingertips along the length of his cock. The more you teased his shaft, the more he hardened, and soon Gilbert was nuzzling into you further, his breath hot against your neck. The rise of his chest came slightly quicker now, and your thoughts spun as his sleepy sighs slipped out with a lusty undertone.

Growing bolder, you carefully grasped his cock in earnest now, your own excitement throbbing as you felt it twitch in your hand. Biting your lip, you gave his shaft a few strokes, and your reward was Gilbert taking in a shaky breath- a low groan leaving him.

At the sound of it, your heart beat faster in excitement, proud that you could draw such a noise out of him. And how sensitive he was! Just a few strokes, and he was melting into you.

During an upwards stroke, you used your finger to gently swirl his precum around his tip, using what was there to tease his glans. This time, you felt his grip tighten around you, and when you rubbed his frenulum, Gilbert moaned.

It was quiet, but unmistakable.

In that moment, you realized just how much his inhibitions were stripped while he slept, and the only thought running through your mind was how badly you wanted to draw out more moans. How good you wanted to make him feel, how you wanted to spoil him…

You felt him take in deeper breaths in his slumber, features twisting into one of pleasure, and his hips slowly move as if trying to chase your hand.

God, how badly you wanted to see his cock. You wanted to see the flush tip, drink in the sight of his precum leaking out because of you, because of what you could do to him.

All you needed to do was pull him out-

And suddenly, his hand was grasping your wrist, nails digging into your skin. Your eyes flicked to his, and all voice was stolen from you as you met his glare. Never had you seen such a soured expression directed towards you before, yet all your body did in response was clench your thighs tighter together.

"I know that my little rabbit isn't trying to get me to cum like this, hm?"

Not even a smile as he spoke, just those words, gruff with sleep, as he bore into you. All you could manage was a few shaky breaths in response.

Unsatisfied, his free hand pushed its way between your thighs, forcing them apart as he cupped your warmth.

"I thought I made it clear that I intend to fill you up with every last drop of me. And you're trying to waste that effort?"

"N-no!"

Quiet, as if he's contemplating your words. For a second, you believe it's fine, that he understands you just didn't realize how serious he was about such a thing. But then he's pinning your wrists together with one hand, slotting himself between your knees as his other hand works his pants down.

He murmurs something inaudible as he looks at your cunt and the way your arousal is seeping through your underwear, ignoring the way you shiver and flinch as your wet warmth is exposed to the cool air in the room. Then his eyes flick back to yours, a quiet annoyance still lingering as he leans over, nipping at your neck as he roughly wraps your legs around his waist.

"Were you planning to use your mouth? Lap up every last drop?"

Nothing but gasps on your end- his cock is pressed against your pussy, the length of it sliding between your folds and stealing your reason. Each grind is delicious friction against your clit, but you're whimpering when his tip brushes past your entrance without pause.

It would normally cause Gilbert to chuckle: your neediness blatant, knowing that he's gotten you hooked on the feel of his cock. But today, he's ignoring your obvious wants, biting your shoulder hard before he speaks again, breath husky with his arousal.

"You know that's not my favorite place…"

"I-I just wanted to make you feel good-!"

"Make me feel good?" He scoffs, gripping the side of your underwear. You jump as he smoothly yanks the fabric, feeling one side break apart from the force.

"Little rabbit, all you've done is ensure you won't be leaving my bed today."

Let me know if any other tags are needed. Also thank you to @crystal13unny for reading over this and helping me fix a few things.

This was supposed to be shorter than it was, but apparently I can't let sleeping Gilberts lie.

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