#🎼 — kats compositions

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Thinking about my oblivious beefy boyfie 😔

Various aged up! HQ characters x Fem! Reader

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Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize how fucking hung he is

Oblivious boyfie! whose cock you take so well every time he fucks you into oblivion

Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize the only reason you take him so well is because he makes sure to properly eat you out and make you cum at least once before he drills his cock into you

Oblivious boyfie! who has only been with you and has fallen madly in love with you and your pussy

Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize he’s above average size and girth until his friends see it while he was changing

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends have to break the news to him

Oblivious boyfie! who nonchalantly tells his friends that you, his pretty little girlfriend, takes it with such ease so he always thought he was average

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends get jealous of your boyfriend for many reasons: 1, his size; 2, that he has you

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends also feel their cocks twitch imagining you, their best friends sweet girlfriend, taking your boyfriends fat cock and imagining how well you could take theirs

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends now have to avoid you for a while

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends have no idea they could never fuck you the way your boyfriend can

Oblivious boyfie! who fucks you til you’ve at least cummed on his cock twice, and maybe squirted

Oblivious boyfie! who matches your drive, energy, and always knows the right things to say to have you creaming all over his cock

Oblivious boyfie! who might’ve been the only cock you’ve ever taken, but it’s the only one you can ever see yourself needing

Bokuto, Osamu, Daichi, Ushijima, Meian, Ukai, Aone, Asahi, Iwazumi, your beefy fave <3

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Little details

Keith swore he was not good with the small details of things. He was a big guy, so everything he did or made was also big. So now, this philosophy he’s lived by for all his adult life is crumbling. You were asleep, getting some much needed rest. And Keith sat at your bedside doing skin-to-skin contact with his new born daughter. Her pruny hands wrinkled with such fine lines, but oh so soft as he delicately held her hand in his much bigger one. His golden eyes moved to her face. Her face covered with peach fuzz. Her perfectly pink lips which were in the most adorable pout as she slept. Her button nose. How her long eyelashes rested against her plump cheeks. Her messy curls, which resembled his, but he thinks they suit her more. He takes his hand down to her sock clad feet and gently traces the outline of each one, counting each of her toes as he does. For once in his life he’s seeing the littlest of details and he couldn’t be happier and he’s definitely going to make it point do so for his daughter.

Was inspired to write this after reading the current event. Please forgive any errors. I quickly typed this out while at work so I have no time to edit 💀 also, I managed to write something so I’m taking that as a win.

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I don’t wanna fight, lemme cum inside you~

Various characters x Fem!reader

Warnings: Piv, no plot, smut, cream pie, dumbification, not proof read

Inspired by the one line in “Mañana” by Tainy, Young Miko, & The Marías

You had no idea that the tiny fight you had would escalate into a bigger fight, and ultimately end up with you getting pinned down into the mattress — face down, ass up, and hands behind your back.

You can’t even remember what the fight was about— not when you’re getting your back blown out so good you can’t even think straight. You can barely disypher the words your boyfriend is panting as he drills into you.

“Oh, baby, you know I hate it when we fight.” He grunts — never letting up his relentless pace. You let out warbled moans in response. Drool now coming out of the corner of your mouth by how fucked out you are.

“You know I hate fighting with you, right? Lemme cum inside you to show you how sorry I am.” You hear him grunt over the pap, pap, pap of his balls smacking against you with each thrust. You can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone voice it. You just moan even louder and you feel your pussy start to get even wetter than it already was.

He chuckles at your reaction, “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” A few more hard thrusts and you can feel his heavy load fill you all the way up until there was no more room and it begins to leak out. Although he’s already cumming, he’s still slowly grinding into you. It’s not much but it’s just enough to finally get you to cream around him.

“There she is.” You’re struggling to catch your breath after such an intense orgasam. Pulling out, he carefully flips you over — cum leaking out of messy pussy and all over the sheets. He then agonizingly slow lines himself and pushes in letting out a nasty squelch.

“Don’t get too comfortable babe… I’m not done apologizing yet.”

Licht, Leon, Silvio, Nokto, Keith, Rio, your Ikémen fave <3

Daichi, Bokuto, Matsukawa, Osamu, Atsumu, Semi, Kenshin, Akaashi, Kita, your HQ fave <3

Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, your JJK fave <3

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Give and You Shall Receive

Various HQ guys X GN! Reader

— oral (M Receiving)

The first time it happened, it caught your boyfriend by surprise. And he thought it was a one time thing.

You had just woken up from a nap, your hair a tangled mess, a little bit of dry drool on the corner of your mouth as you wondered into the kitchen ready to eat after your great nap. And if you didn’t eat soon, it would not be a pretty sight. Your boyfriend who was in the kitchen already eating some onigiri offered you one. You hurry over to him and take it. Even in your slightly disheveled state, your boyfriend can’t help but think how adorable you look.

Once your tummy had been filed by the delicious rice ball, you thank your boyfriend by giving him a kiss. And another. And another. Soon you feel that all too familiar bulge forming in his sweats. With a smirk, you gently begin to palm over him. His whimpers and groans give you the confidence to keep going.

Eventually you find yourself moving down, pulling down his sweats and boxers, revealing his mouth-watering cock. The tip already angry with a bead of pre-cum waiting for you. You immediately take him in your mouth, working his cock in the way you know that drives him crazy. It doesn’t take too much longer for him to reach his orgasam. He always looks so good when he cums. You can see the veins in his neck and how his stomach flexes with each spurt of his cum. The two of you make eye contact as you swallow and you can hear him groan as he watches you. You release him with a pop, stand back up now face to face with him, and say, “Thank you for the snacks.” Giving him another kiss.

Then it happened again.

And again.

And again.

Most boyfriends dread when their partners are hangry, but yours has grown to love it when you’re hangry. He feels himself bricking up when you go lay down for a nap, already knowing what’ll happen when you wake up.

Osamu, Kuroo, Matsukawa, Kageyama, Yuji, Tanaka, Futakuchi, Semi, Bokuto, Daichi, Ushijima, Your fave <3

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I’ve been so hyper fixated on IkePri lately that I’ve left my poor HQ OOMFIES dry… so here’s a lil Osamu HC I thought of earlier today 😌

Osamu is definitely the type to say “You cooked so I’ll clean.”

He’s super hesitant to let you help him but he agrees once you tell him the sooner the cleaning is done the sooner the two of you can cuddle.

But then when Osamu cooks and you tell him, “You cooked, so I’ll clean,” he’s stops you before you can even get up by saying, “No, I cooked so I’ll clean.”

Osamu just wants to give you the princess treatment but he does appreciate everything you do for him.

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It’s Valentines like every day

Keith Howell x Fem!Reader (could also be read as MC/Emma)

TW/CW: porn no plot, oral (m! Receiving), cum (and I mean A LOT), cum swallowing, hand job, grinding, ball play, not beta read.

Word count: 460

I’ve been thinking about seeing how many times Keith can cum in one night — or just making him cum until he can’t cum no more.

The first one comes from giving him a hand job. You start off nice and slow, just really riling him up. And slowly start increasing the speed and pressure. His pre-cum leaking out and helping you to move your hand to really work at his sensitive spots, especially his tip where he’s the most sensitive. Even his first load is so messy — coming out in spurts, it gets all over your hands and his thighs, and stomach.

The second one comes from sucking him off. First you lick up all cum from the first load and just tease the hell out of him with your tongue before you start to suck his soul out of his body. And once you have him deep into your throat you can’t help but to tease his balls with your tongue. He shutters and his face is so red by how good you’re making him feel. He shoots his second load down your throat and he’s so turned on by watching you swallow it all.

The third one is just grinding your pussy against his cock. No penetration — just straight up grinding. The veins on his cock feel so good against your clit with each drag. His grip on your hips is so strong, he’s definitely holding back from plunging into your pussy and having you ride him, there’s definitely going to be some bruising in the morning. By now Keith is a whimpering mess and his moans are so breathy they’re verging on silent. You feel the grip on your hips loosen as he cums again, this time it splatters all over his abs. His breathing is labored and he feels so weak but so good.

You let him catch his breath for a moment, you watch as he breathes deeply how his adams apple moves. Deciding to tease him a bit more by scooping your fingers through the cum that just splattered across his abs and lick your fingers clean. You hear him let out a raspy moan and feel his cock twitch and harden underneath you as he watches you tantalizing lick up and savor every trace of his cum.

Then you proceed to make him cum again, again, and again. You don’t stop until you see Keith’s eyes beginning to droop and you see him close his eyes for just a moment. His long lashes fluttering and then his eyes slowly open. And he’s switched.

You now find yourself pinned underneath him, his golden eyes staring directly into yours. “You exhausted him so we switched,” he smirks, “Now, how about we return the favor, hm?”

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The viral Gojo edit but make it Keith 🙂‍↕️

⚠️TW: flashing

Today marks three years since I made this side blog. So this is my gift to you 🩷

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Finding Home Within You

Pairing: Leon x MC (Emma)

TW/CW: smut

Thank you to @ikemenlibrary for hosting this event! This gift is for @chirp-a-chirp! I hope you enjoy!

The news came suddenly, and once your beloved Leon broke the news to you, you couldn't help but to be utterly destroyed.

“I’m sorry, but an unexpected meeting about negotiations has come up and I can’t get out of it. And I'm afraid this means we have to postpone our Valentine's plans. I’m so sorry.” Although your heart has been slightly broken, you can’t bring yourself to be upset since his expression shows how much this deeply upsets him too. He’s been so busy as of late, and Valentine’s was your only foreseeable opportunity to get some quality one-on-one time and take a well deserved break from the responsibilities each one of you carry.

“When do you leave?” is the only thing you can bring yourself to ask.

“First thing tomorrow.” he sighs and brings his hands to gently hold yours. He presses gentle kisses to your knuckles – such a tender display of affection makes your heart melt like chocolate left out in the sun. “I promise I'll make it up to you once I come back.”

“As long as I get to spend some alone time with you, I’ll be happy.”

And unfortunately, morning came back around and it was time for him to depart. Your days dragged on despite it being the same 24 hour days when Leon was here. And then Valentine’s Day arrived. When you woke up you couldn’t help but feel a bit depressed considering your fiancé is currently away from you. But work is work, and now that it’s Valentines that means there’s only a few more days to go until he’s finally back. Your morning consists of baking some treats. Then in the afternoon is adding final touches and handing out the treats. Once all the treats are distributed you head back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up the mess you had made. As you’re walking you smell something savory, which has overtaken the sweet smell of your treats from earlier. As you step into the kitchen, you notice it’s absolutely spotless and the smell of the delicious dinner leads back to here. Then standing by an immaculate set table stands the love of your life.

“I apologize that it’s not much, but I was a little short on time. Please forgive me.” He grins – the grin that you love so much. You’re so overwhelmed by emotions by his sudden appearance that you run into his arms. Once your body collides with his, his arms immediately wrap around your waist. “I missed you so much, Emma.” He softly murmurs into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I thought you wouldn’t be back for a few more days.”

“What kind of man would I be if I left the woman I love down on the most romantic holiday?”

“I hope you didn’t push yourself too hard.”

“I’m okay, I promise. Now, how about we get our date started?”

“Yes, please!”

He pulls out a chair for you to sit down, then pushes your seat in, and delicately places a napkin in your lap.

Despite claiming to be short on time, there was such an amazing feast put together. There was a nice juicy steak for each of you, along with plenty of sides to pair with it. He pours each of you a glass of wine, passes one to you, and keeps the other. Once the glass is in your hand and begins a toast, “Here’s to our valentines date and to the many others we will have together.” And the two of you bring your glasses together and the clink resonates throughout the room. Leon being romantic he insists on feeding you. He enjoys watching you delightfully chew each bite and how you savor the flavor. And as the two of you eat he recounts his days that he was away from you. The two of you share some laughs and enjoy your evening together after being apart for so long.

After dinner, the two of you walk together hand-in-hand toward his room, which has become yours as well. Before he even opens the door, he caresses your cheek with one hand and gives you a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I’m so happy to be home.” He says, his breath tickling your lips.

“Welcome home, Leon.” You say with a sweet smile. Leon then quickly slots his lips between yours again, but instead of a sweet kiss like the one just moments before. There’s a sense of urgency as he kisses you, and the feeling of knowing he needs you has you moaning into the kiss. Leon moves his hands to grip around your waist and draw you closer to him. You find yourself reaching for the door, desperately trying to open the door before someone finds the two of you in the middle of your make out session. Leon takes a quick glance, now seeing the door open, he moves his hands down to your legs and hoists you up. He carries you into the bed room and closes the door with his foot and it only takes him a few steps for him to reach the bed

He gently lays the both of you down onto the bed, a soft creak and the rustling of sheets sounding out as the two of you shift to get more comfortable. His hands coming up to rub your breasts through your dress – that alone has you letting out a wanton moan. Even through his kiss you can feel how his lips smirk. It doesn’t take much longer for the two of you to start undressing one another. A shower of fabric raining out as each garment is thrown without care or worry, just the desperate need of needing to feel the warmth of bare skin. Leon’s hands tantalizingly rub up and down your sides, before reaching further up and settling on your breasts and rolling your nipples between his thumb and index. That touch alone already has you softly arching your back off of the mattress — your body begging for more.

“I love when you moan for me. Shows that I’m loving you right.” He whispers into your ear. His sultry voice causing you to become wetter than you already were.

You lift your hips up, grinding yourself against his hardened cock. The action, although more than welcome, took him by surprise as he lets out a soft moan by feeling the warmth and wetness of your cunt.

“More. I need you.” You whimper out as you continue to rub yourself against him.

Leon moves his hands down to your hips to stop the rolling of your hips, and then brings one hand to grab his cock and align it with your entrance.

“You know I can’t deny you.” And he enters you with ease, both of you already moaning at the sensation. He felt so good and he hasn’t even started moving yet. His length and girth are just the right amount to fill you up perfectly, and how the veins that adorn it graze your gummy walls. “You feel… so good,” Leon grunts out. His hands move to yours placing them by your head and holding onto them before he starts thrusting into you. His slow, gentle thrusts are driving you insane, you can feel him holding back.

“It’s okay,” you moan out, “you can go faster.” You assure him and hold tighter onto his hands. You see something in his eyes shift and he begins to pick up his pace. His now animalistic pace is just what both of you needed, both of you smiling, sweating, and moaning messes. You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you. And despite his unrelenting pace, his forehead comes down to touch yours and your eyes meet, and sweet words begin to spill out, “I can’t wait to marry you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” His words leave you gasping and you feel yourself releasing around his cock. He grunts, burying his face in your neck as he cums inside of you.

He reluctantly pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty and his cock cold compared to your warmth. Nothing in the room can be heard besides the sounds of his and your heavy breathing. You feel soft, fluttering kisses on your neck. Even those tiny little kisses have you whimpering, still sensitive from your orgasm.

Once you feel like you’ve caught your breath, you find yourself untangling yourself from Leon, and he looks a little confused why you’re separating yourself from him, but his confusion is soon replaced with a smirk when he sees you positioning yourself over him. His hands immediately find their place on your hips.

“Let me show you how much I missed you.” You say to him.

He sits up to kiss you, “We have so many days to make up for, I hope you’re ready.”

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I’ve been wanting to improve my video editing skills so I decided to make an IkePri edit and share with y’all 🤭 hope y’all enjoy

⚠️FLASH WARNING⚠️

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HQ Characters as Texts From My Bestie

Shoutout to my bestie for these gems.

Daichi, Iwazumi, Yaku, Moniwa, Semi

Kenma, Shirabu, Kunimi, Narita, Kinnoshita

Oikawa, Atsumu, Daisho, Kamasaki, Tendou, Hoshiumi

Kageyama, Sakusa, Suna, Tendou

Bokuto, Yamaguchi, Yachi, Asahi

Tsukishima, Ennoshita, Kuroo,

Matsukawa, Suna, Tsukishima

Yachi, Akaashi, Yamaguchi

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Princess Picnic Pick Me Up

This is my piece for @misty-moth created for the Ikepri Gift exchange event hosted by the lovely @ikemenlibrary & @sunnyikemen!

Words: 2,047

Warnings: Clavis is chaotic & so is his baking

It was yet another late night in the study room, your head buried in a lackluster book you'd rather not be reading right now. Unbeknownst to you, the shadow of a loyal puppy lurked outside the ajared wooden door, already devising a plan before scampering off to execute his ideas. Your book was now set off to the side while you jotted down some notes, but as you neared the end of the sheet your head began to droop down. Before your body decided to shut itself off you called it a night and began tidying up your desk before retreating to your room for the evening. Once changed into a nightgown, it doesn't take long for you to start getting some well earned rest before yet another grueling lesson with Sariel in the morning.

The morning started just like any other. Light shines through your bedroom window, and you just lay in bed for a moment before getting up to get dressed. Just as you're tying off the last string on your dress, a knock comes sounding through.

“Come in!” You happily project, already knowing who’s on the other side.

“Good morning, Mistress!” Rio comes bouncing in cheerfully,wheeling in your shared breakfast. “I’ve brought you an amazing meal to help you power through yet another day of lessons with the bossman.” He lifts off the silver cloche to reveal the amazing assortment of freshly baked breads and pastries, along with a pot of your favorite tea.

Your face lights up immediately, just the display alone is enough to get you through your lessons for the day.

“Thank you, Rio! Everything looks amazing.” Rio then gestures for you to take a seat and he places a napkin on your lap.

“It’s my pleasure! Now, which one would you like?” After you scan each individual item on the cart you pick one and Rio gently places it on a plate and hands it to you. As soon as you bite into your chosen pastry, Rio has a blush appear and grace his cheeks, “So, besides having your lessons with the bossman today, do you have any other plans tonight?”

While still chewing, you think about your itinerary for the day, swallow down the bite, and give Rio your answer, “Well I had just planned on doing some reading in the study later this evening, but other than that nothing else.”

Rio breathes a sigh of relief, “Oh, I’m so glad to hear that! Then today after your lessons, I would like – no, I want you to join me for tea out in the garden.”

You were just about to take another bite, but immediately put the pastry back down onto the plate as his demand threw you completely off guard.

“That sounds like a lot of fun, Rio, but can I ask what brought this on?”

“I’ve just noticed you’ve been so stressed out lately and I hate seeing you like that! You’ve got a lot of weight on your shoulders right now and I would like to help you. I know I can’t exactly help you fulfill your duties as Belle, but I can at least help relieve your stress!” He flashes his dazzling smile.

His motive brings tears to your lash line, “Oh, Rio. That is so sweet, thank you. I would love to join you for tea!”

“Perfect! I can’t wait. I’ll wait outside the bossman's office after your lesson!”

After a long lesson about the inner workings of Rhodolite, your lesson eventually came to an end for the day. And true to his word, Rio was just outside the door when you opened it.

“Are you ready?”

“I sure am!” You beam at him

“Then shall we?” Rio smiles back, and puts his arm out for you to wrap yours around his. You hesitate before indulging him.

“Let’s!” The two of you begin your stroll out to the gardens.

Once outside you see the lavish spread Rio has set up. It’s so much more than what you expected. A kettle of freshly brewed tea, a bottle of rose liqueur, the most mouthwatering charcuterie board, a cake that has the fluffiest frosting you’ve ever seen topped with beautiful seasonal berries, pastries similar to those from this morning’s breakfast, and a few other things you’re not sure what they are but do they look delicious. Each and every single thing Rio picked out — just for you.

Overcome with an overwhelming wave of emotions, the only thing you can say is, “Rio…” all while trying to hold back your tears.

“It’s the least I can do.” Rio says while placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“You’ve truly outdone yourself, Rio. I can’t thank you enough.”

“It’s a picnic fit for a princess!” Rio winks at you and you can’t help but to roll your eyes. “Well, all this food isn't going to eat itself, ready to start?”

“Absolutely!” Rio leads you to the settee, and once you're sat, Rio places a napkin onto your lap and immediately begins to serve you a cup of tea. As he’s serving, you can’t help but notice the extra cups and saucers nearby.

“Is someone else joining us, Rio?”

“What kind of question is that, woman? It’s called a tea party after all – what kind of party only has two people?” You hear someone scoff which you immediately whip your head around out of startlement. You're immediately met by azure eyes that belong to none other than the first prince of Benitoite. You’re even more shocked when you see he’s not alone.

“My apologies for the late arrival, that wasn’t very gentlemanly of us, but this handsome prince simply couldn't show up to the princess’s tea party empty handed.” The purple haired prince grins while showing off the platter in his hands.

Silvio gives a look of disgust to both Clavis and the oozing monstrosity Clavis has brought along with him, “I think it would’ve been better if you had.”

“Nonsense! I know how much she loves my food so I, of course, had to bring something along! Now, where should I put this?” Clavis approaches the center table and begins to look for a place to set down his creation, splattering the ooze along as he mulls over where to display his work. Rio seeing his hard work literally being covered up he makes quick work to make room.

“Thank you for creating something you know my mistress loves, Prince Clavis! Please have a seat.”

Without missing a beat, Clavis plops down right next to you.

“Yeah, I’d love to sit down, too, thanks rotten mutt.” Silvio gruffs and then takes the last remaining seat next to you. Now being caught in a prince sandwich and having your heart thrumming away in your chest, you miss the sad puppy dog eyes Rio throws your way now that all available seats next to you are now gone. Clavis watches Rio closely as Rio continues pouring tea for everyone.

“So, what prompted our loyal puppy to throw the princess a tea party filled with handsome princes?” Clavis asks Rio as Rio hands you a cup filled with your favorite tea.

“My mistress has been stressed, you know. She does a lot and those grueling lessons with the bossman definitely doesn’t help the situation. I figured she could take a nice break.” Rio answers as he hands Clavis his cup of tea. Rio then proceeds to hand Silvio a cup as well – but he masterfully manages to deliver the cup into Silvio’s hand with enough force to slosh the tea, but not cause a drop to fall.

“Oi, watch it mutt.”

Feigning innocence, Rio asks, “Is everything okay, Prince Silvio?”

Instead of answering, Silvio scowls and drinks his tea, but he quickly pulls his cup away from his lips, “Tch, this tea is disgusting, who could drink this?”

“I chose it because it’s my mistress's favorite!” Rio looked so offended that Silvio dared to insult his favorite person's favorite tea.

“Of course it is.” Silvio shakes his head, “You should improve your tastes, they lack refinement.” Silvio then brings the cup back up to his lips and continues to sip. Despite saying he hates it, he looks like he’s enjoying it. Seeing that everyone – especially you – are enjoying their tea, Rio begins to cut the cake and plating it, making sure to cut a decent slice for everyone.

Clavis notices his beautiful creation is going untouched, and with a smirk Clavis asks, “Oh, my dear Rio, why don’t we partake in the cake I brought for us to enjoy?”

Rio feels a chill go up his spine just thinking about serving the diabolical pastry to anyone, “Well, your cake is just too perfect to cut into Prince Clavis! Plus, this cake is my mistress's favorite, and this tea party is all about her!”

“Nonsense!” Clavis grins and he stands up from his seat, “Although I, myself, am the perfect prince, that doesn’t mean everything I make is also perfect by default, but I am flattered you think that, Rio. If that is how you feel, then I shall serve this cake. Besides, I wouldn’t have wasted my time if I knew she hated it. In fact, she’s eaten it before!” Clavis then walks over to where his “cake” was and begins to cut everyone a slice.

“Well, I, for one, would much rather have the cake the rotten mutt brought.” Silvio grimaces as he watches Clavis cut through the viscous layer of icing that haphazardly coat the cake and its serving platter.

“Here you go,” Clavis says while handing you a delicate plate that is now marred by sticky icing and crumbs of cake, “Wait, how about I feed you instead? That would be more gentlemanly and romantic of me.”

“How about you get everyone else a slice and everyone takes a bite together?” You suggest and you take the plate and utensil from Clavis.

“But how am I supposed to make you fall for me if I don’t feed you?” Clavis pouts slightly, and sighs, “very well, I shall make you fall for me at a different time.” And Clavis begins to plate cake slices for everyone else.

“Oi, lady, don’t think I'm eatin’ that thing that's supposed to be cake.” Silvio leans over to harshly whisper into your ear.

“Just one bite won’t hurt you!” You whisper back.

“Yeah, cause one bite is all it’s gonna take to kill me.”

“It’s not as bad as it looks!”

“Yeah, and we can all see your taste is questionable.”

“Silvio!” Clavis calls out cheerfully, “here is your piece.” Clavis smiles as he extends the cake close to Silvio's face.

“I think I’ll pass this time.” Silvio fakes a grin.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, you heard the princess’s request. She would like everyone to take a bite together!”

“I had a heavy lunch.”

“I’m sure you can make room for one bite!”

“Maybe next time.”

“I’m afraid there won’t be a next time.”

“Well, that’s just too bad, guess I'll never know!”

“I know, how about I feed you?” Clavis sets down his piece onto the table.

“Like hell you will!” Silvio sinks deeper into the couch.

Clavis then takes up a perfect bite size piece of cake and brings it to Silvio’s mouth, so close it almost touches his lips,but not before Silvio leaps up and flips over the back of the couch. Clavis then goes around the couch, still trying to feed Silvio. Silvio, still wanting no part in it, begins to run away.

“A gentleman always fulfills his lady’s wishes!”

Watching the pursuit unfold, you miss the new presence that has taken his seat next to you.

“See, this is why I just now showed up. It’s always something with those two.”

You quickly turn around and come face to face with a singular red eye looking directly at you.

“Oh! P-prince Gilbert!”

“Good afternoon, princess.” He gives you a cold smile. “Oh, is this cake slice for me? How thoughtful!” his smile warms up slightly, “Now, fill me in what I miss out on! I want to hear everything.” Prince Gilbert then takes a bite out of Prince Clavis’s cake, “Not bad.” He smiles and takes another bite.

Hi moth! I hope you enjoyed your gift 🥹 I simply couldn’t decide on which prince to choose from your requests so I simply chose all of them!

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[keithtopia]

Fuck it, Keith fancam 😤

I ignored some of my work responsibilities to make this 💀

[keithtopia]

The Truth About “El Día de Oscuridad”

TW/CW: slight Ikemen Prince act 3 spoilers, death (one of my OC’s, no major character), blood, war, brief mention of labor

WC: 2.3K

A big thank you to Natalie & @theverakeller (and her sister!) for their feedback on this <3 I appreciate y’all sm!

Cinnabar was once an open country to all who wished to visit the kingdom and experience the colorful nation firsthand. A nation rich with culture, food, art, and history hosted countless tourists each year. That changed when the neighboring kingdom of Obsidian unexpectedly invaded Cinnabar.

Breakfast had just ended and Estella had decided to take her dance practice earlier than usual. Last night she was so close to perfecting each step of the new routine she was learning. As she walked to the ballroom she mentally runs through each step of the routine, paying extra attention to the part she often finds herself messing up on. She stepped into the ballroom and was surprised to see some staff in there already.

They had already started their daily work and were already sprucing up the room. She invited them to practice dancing with her — some refused, scared to abandon their work but others who knew the princess well took up the offer. Equipped without a band, the dancers began to sing out the song for this particular dance. Each person moved with such poise and grace, all while wearing a smile. But even through the myriad sound of tapping shoes and the hummed melody there was a commotion that could be heard through the ballroom doors. Before someone could go out into the hall to investigate, a soldier burst through the door and yelled, "Obsidianite soldiers are heading into Cinnabar, they are close to breaching our border!" His words sent everyone into a frenzy.

Estella doesn't even bother changing out of her dance attire — she picks up her skirt and immediately begins to run, the hard soles of her dancing shoes clacking against the shiny tile floors. Her shoes that often accompanied music and cheerful shouts, now carry a sense of urgency.

Once she goes through the throne room doors, she finds her family, her father's best, and most trusted commanders, the mood is drastically different.

After they had a plan of attack, the king and his troops rode out immediately. The queen who was left in charge, immediately began giving orders to anyone she could, and Estella stood there unsure as to what she could do to help. The queen was pregnant with her third child but due to the stress of the on coming siege she went into early labor. Her ladies in waiting eagerly tried to take her away, but the queen stubbornly refused until her contractions were too much for her to bear. She then handed command over to her son. The first prince, then 16, took over.

Unfortunately with all soldiers currently occupied, there was no one to relay the message to the king that the queen had gone into labor. Estella, then 12, stepped up to relay the message, fully knowing the risks. She and her servants quickly geared her and the horse she's had since childhood for the journey ahead.

Estella rode and rode, but as she ventured closer to where the battle just took place, she noticed things were a little too quiet. Despite her sword skills being merely adequate, she was ready to fight any enemy soldiers she encountered. She continued on and eventually came across what would change the foundations of Cinnabar. She came into the field where dozens of Cinnabarian soldiers lay dead, and up ahead in the distance she could see the dark uniform of an Obsidian soldier fighting with someone donning her kingdom’s uniform. As she got closer, she noticed it was the uniform befitting for royalty – it was her father who was the one fighting for Cinnabar. Once she noticed this, her breathing became labored and she tried to push her horse to go faster, but it was too late. The Obsidian soldier struck his sword through the king. He then withdrew his sword and a stream of red followed behind it, staining the battlefield grass in crimson. Going in for the final blow he lifted his sword once again but the princess was having none of it and immediately went in to fight the enemy who had years of experience over her.

Although she was young, she did manage to fight off the Obsidianite soldier, but not without taking on her own set of injuries. Just as she delivered the finishing blow to the Obsidianite soldier, the remaining Cinnabar soldiers, who had followed the opposing troops fleeing the battlezone, returned to the field. They immediately began setting up camp to administer life saving care to the king who was clinging onto life and also bandaging up the young princess. She was bandaged up, but would be left with scars – of both varieties. As the medical team was attending to the king, the princess was helping the soldiers with those fallen, and she thanked them for their service. It was during this that the king took a turn for the worst - there was no saving him. The king had a servant call for his daughter - his one and only princess.

"Hi, my estrella. You fought well." He smiled, voice weak from the pain. Estella smiled back - tears forming, she was scared and her father seemed so small to her at that moment. She had never seen him like this.

His voice and laugh that can usually fill up a room and echo back is becoming no more. He let out a grunt from pain and wheezed out his next words, "These are my final orders." Estella felt like her heart was about to stop and her blood ran cold.

"What? You're going to be okay." She kneeled by the cot that was serving as his deathbed. But the king already had an assistant writing down his last words. The king weakly patted his daughter's head.

"The Queen will be in charge after I'm gone. She is fully capable of running this country without me - hell, she practically already runs it. You protect her with your lives. Once she is ready to leave the throne, it'll go to-" he coughed but immediately resumed once it stopped,

"The first princess, Estella. She may be young but l've seen her vindication for this country and it'll be in great hands with the two strong, and capable women in my life." He gave a weak smile. He continued to give out his final words, and then he gave his daughter the last of his attention. "Thank you for being here, my estrella. You've lit up my final moments with your light. I'm sorry I won't be able to dance with you at your coming of age ceremony — or your wedding." He laughed weakly, but that small laugh was too much for his failing body. He began to cough up blood. Estella was quick to grab a cloth and clean up the king. "Be sure to not cause your brother too much trouble, and be sure to protect the little one. Take care of each other, and your mom."

Estella was holding back her sobs — she felt weak, useless as she watched her father die.

"I could be like this for a while — I'd rather this be over now." The king's hand searched the table by his bedside until he found what he was looking for — a small blade.

"I want you to do it." He mustered all the strength he could and transferred the blade into the hands of his daughter. "You'd be doing me a favor. Don't feel guilty about it. I’m not worried about me—" his sentence was cut off by a harsh, bloody cough, but once he caught his breath he continued his thought, “I’m more upset I won’t be able to watch you and your brother grow up anymore.”

Estella felt her hands start to tremble and her fleeting eyes look over at the nearby assistant who had been watching the entire time. He looked away the moment she looked over at him, his lips pressed into a fine line and knuckles white from gripping his writing utensil so hard. She was conflicted — her heart was telling her to not to take the remainder of her father's life, but her brain was telling her to follow the orders of her father, her king. She wanted to scream but the lump in her throat stopped her. She felt her tears that she had been holding back break through. She bowed her head down and brought her forehead down to her father's. She spoke softly to him, the nearby assistant could only catch a few words. Her streaming tears trickled down onto her father's face.

"I'll remember you always. Know that I am proud and so lucky to have been your daughter. I'll be sure to live the rest of my life making you proud. I'll carry out your last wish." She moved her face and placed a kiss on her father's cheek.

There were so many things that the king wanted to say to his daughter but there was only one he thought was most important, "I love y—" but his words were cut short by his daughter driving the knife into his body and putting his life to an end. Estella felt something inside of her snap–there was a ringing in her ears. But even through that irritating ringing, she hears a scream and she can't help but wonder where it's coming from.

It was not until she felt the burning in her throat that she realized it was her own screams that she was hearing. The soldiers outside of the tent felt their blood run cold, already knowing in their hearts what those haunting wails meant. When the princess had entered the tent earlier, the soldiers saw a young, innocent girl walk in, but when they saw her walk out with blood splatters all over her, that once innocent girl was gone and out emerged a warrior who now knows the horrors of war. Estella crumbles to her knees, the same blade she had used to kill her father in her hand, she raises it, placing it behind her head, grips her long hair in her empty hand. And with one quick decisive swipe she cuts through her hair and her beloved long flowing locks scatter along with the wind.

Estella doesn’t remember the trip back home, let alone even getting back on her horse. She led the soldiers back with the king’s corpse in tow, along with the fallen soldiers. The castle was filled with the wails of a new born prince, but soon after the soldiers arrived back with the news of the king's passing, the castle was filled with the wails of mourners. Later, not too long after the queen’s coronation Cinnabar's borders began to close, and security forces were amplified. Estella took it upon herself to focus more on her sword and close-range combat skills. The queen delegated most of her duties to her two eldest children so she could rest up after giving birth and to properly mourn her husband. Soon enough after dedicating herself day and night to honing her skills, Estella found herself surpassing her brother as well as her sword master. Her brother, who had taken over the military operations after their father's death, then felt it was better under Estella’s command. Estella trained them hard, making sure another atrocity like El Día de Oscuridad – what the disastrous day became known as – never happened again. All the soldiers were initially upset that the princess had taken command, but once they saw that her skills easily outweighed theirs and she was quick to defeat the strongest soldier, they whipped themselves into shape. But even after going through the princess' vigorous training, they still couldn't defeat her. She quickly earned their respect and soon enough tales of her strength spread throughout the kingdom and even reached into other kingdoms and across the ocean and into the next continent. The Cinnabarian military could now give the Obsidian military a run for their money, and their commander was not even 15 years old yet. Estella also took it upon herself to personally inspect the borders every so often, making sure everything was up to her standards. More than once did she have to scare the Achroite military away. After the first handful of times she got annoyed and each time she always noticed the tall, blonde man standing in front of the soldiers. She would always roll her eyes before blowing into her death whistle which would always make them run away. Then slowly Estella stopped her inspections of the borders once everything was running smoothly. Now that international security had been dealt with, she assisted her brother with domestic affairs and with helping the people of Cinnabar. Estella continued to grow up in Cinnabar without seeing any of the other Kingdoms, but she always kept up with current affairs and events. Staying within Cinnabar had become the normative for the royal Cinnabar siblings that it came as a shock to them when one night at dinner the Queen asked them, “How do you feel about Cinnabar re-opening its borders?”

Bonus:

The Queen holds her newborn princess in her arms — peacefully asleep with a slight pout to her lips. "She's so beautiful - perfect even." The king says with misty eyes.

"Now how do we name something so perfect?" The Queen says while never taking her eyes off of her precious gem. A gentle finger stroking the soft skin of the princesses hand.

"The other day, I was looking at some danburite gems and I thought to myself, "These look like stars." They were so pretty. And it made me think, "Stars....

Estrellas... Estella."

"Estella... That's beautiful."

"Danburite is the gem of Cinnabar... and if you like..., Estella will be the gem in our life."

"I do... it's the perfect name for her. Do you hear that?

Your name is Estella, do you like it?"

And it was almost as if the stars aligned in that moment as the princess opened her sparkling eyes that shared the same color and shine as danburite.

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[keithtopia]

Estella Castillo de Reyes Art

We finally have Estella art! I’ve had the absolute pleasure of working with two very amazing and talented artists who have brought Estella to life! I can’t thank them enough for their hard work.

This one is by the talented Keira Han on twitter! I let Keira use her creativity and this is what she brewed up 💕 and in case you haven’t noticed this one is currently serving as my PFP!

And while this art isn’t exactly befitting in the IkePri verse, I still love this piece so so much and might write an AU fic surrounding this 👀

This one was done by the lovely Ysa (QueenKeiji) on twitter! Just look at their expressions! They’re so in love your honor 💕

It’s so beautiful that it’s even serving as my wallpaper

I can just hear them singing “Un Corazón como tuyo está en extinción~” (but lbr… Keith would sing much better than Peso Pluma 🙈)

If this is the first you’re hearing/learning about Estella, you can learn about her on this post here!

I have some Estella WIPS in progress so keep an eye out. I hope to have one out soon! Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged 💕

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[keithtopia]

It beeth WIP Wednesday so here’s a snippet from Estella’s back story 🙈

Estella feels something inside of her snap, there's a ringing in her ears. But even through that irritating ringing, she hears a scream and she can't help but wonder where it's coming from. It's not until she feels the burning in her throat that she realizes it was her own screams that she was hearing. The soldiers outside of the tent felt their blood run cold, already knowing in their hearts what those haunting wails meant. When the princess had entered the tent earlier, the soldiers saw a young, innocent girl walk in, but when they saw her walk out with blood splatters over her that once innocent girl was gone and out emerged a warrior who now knows the horrors of war.

I promise the full story is coming! I know I keep talking about it but it’s soon!

[keithtopia]

Introducing my ikepri OC

Estella Castillo de Reyes — first princess of Cinnabar

Appearance

Hair color: black

Hair texture: soft waves

Eye color: gray

Height: 5’6 = ~171 CM

Family

Siblings: middle child — 1 older brother, 1 younger brother.

Father: King Maximino Castillo de Reyes

Mother: Queen Ophelia Castillo de Reyes

Personality

Around strangers:

She can come off as intimidating and almost hard to approach. When she steps into a room her presence is immediately felt.

Around residents of Cinnabar:

She’s kind and always ready to hear how she can help those who call Cinnabar home. All residents know she truly cares about the people and know how hard she works so everyone can live their lives as best as possible.

Around family & friends:

She’s a goofy, typical girl. Although she doesn’t like to admit it, she likes being spoiled and doted in every now and then.

A Typical Day

She enjoys her breakfast with her family. Most mornings after breakfast are spent training with the troops. After training she freshens up, and gets dressed, she heads to the markets and interacts with the public — she loves shopping and buying from the artisans that have set up for the day and buying fresh produce from the farmers. She always makes sure to get something for her family as well as something for her ladies-in-waiting. Once she’s done at the market she goes back home and distributes her gifts, and if she got something for herself she loves to try it on and make different outfits with her already extensive wardrobe. After a snack she does some light studying, it’s always something different; some days it’s the history of Cinnabar, maybe different fight/sword forms so she can improve even more, she just wants to keep learning. If she’s not in the mood for studying and just wants to have fun/let out some steam she goes to the dance hall and practices her dancing. Sometimes she’s in there alone but other times others join in on the fun. Once she’s satisfied with her practice, it’s usually time for dinner with her family. Dinner is a big deal at the Cinnabar castle— most staff join the royal family for dinner.

About Cinnabar

Capital city: Danburite

Other major cities: Coral, Amazonite, Larimar, Emerald

Location: South of Achrolite, West of Obsidian, does not touch Jade you can refer to the map in this post

Royal family crest:

Cinnabar is a nation rich with culture, art, cusine, and ore. Cinnabar started out as a small civilization that settled in the area. Slowly it expanded, and eventually the people discovered ores within their earth and the nation quickly expanded and improved. The first ore was Cinnabar which is how the nation would gain its name. As the nation expanded they found other ores to which they attribute their growth too, they would name their bigger cities after these minerals.

Besides ores and minerals, Cinnabar is abundant in fertile soil thus they have a variety of crops not found elsewhere and enables them to trade and make profits from other countries.

Cinnabar is a kingdom rich with culture. Its unique culture is unlike any other. With dishes that are hard to replicate, not only due to the ingredients that are unique to Cinnbar, but no precise measurements are ever used. Cinnabar also has traditional dances that date back to before Cinnabar was established. The more traditional dances feature rhythmic drum beats along with colorful headdresses. Cinnabarian modern dances feature lively melodies that often feature guitar and recently developed brass horns. Cinnabar also prides itself on its traditional embroidery that cannot be found anywhere else in the world, this embroidery is often donned on dance wear of the modern dancers.

Current state of Cinnabar

Cinnabar used to be an open country to all and had its borders open to all who wished to see its natural beauty for themselves. But all the eventually changed when Obsidian unexpectedly invaded, destroying a village near the Cinnabar-Obsidian border along with a large amount of land and crops. This day is known as “El día de oscuridad” (the day of darkness) in Cinnabar. King Maximino was also killed on that day. It’s unclear as to who murdered him, but there’s a rumor that the First Princess of Cinnabar is the one who did it. Ever since Cinnabar closed its doors to outsiders, nobody knows the inner workings of the once hospitable nation. The royal family no longer makes any public appearances outside of their country — should there be a meeting with another nation only a handful of representatives show up in lieu of a member of the royal family. This irritates the others but they can’t bring themselves to be angry since Cinnabar always delivers the results they promise. Outside of Cinnabar there’s rumors stating that Cinnabar is unstable, but anytime people trying to sneak into Cinnabar, they are met with the well trained troops stationed at the borders. But one recent rumor has everyone shaking with anticipation— Cinnabar is re-opening its borders soon.

Picrew refs for Estella

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Official Estella Art here

Her crest: a serpentining dragon with cuetlaxochitl flowers adorning it.

Cinnabar-core

(all links will take you to instagram)

Something you would see in the capital

A style of music heard around Cinnabar

A traditional style dance

Big dance productions like this are often seen at celebrations/festivals

Just ignore all the modern things 💀

Yeah ignore them here too

Here too

… I think you know the drill 🙈

Markets in Cinnabar

POV: you’re visiting Cinnabar for the first time

Estella’s group dance practice

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