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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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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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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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Fuck it, Keith fancam 😤

I ignored some of my work responsibilities to make this 💀

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Bath Bomb ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Warnings: I mean… I’m posting this at 4:30 am… so… also not proofread.

CW/TW: none

Featuring: various HQ!men (aged up!) x fem!reader

You had a long day, either from work, cleaning the house, or maybe both but you decided that you deserved a nice, long, hot bath. Dinner was ready on the stove and your husband still wasn’t home. You get everything ready for your well deserved bath. With everything exactly perfect just the way you like it and the water transformed by your favorite bath bomb, you submerged yourself into the steaming water. All the tension in your body melting and evaporating away with the steam. You’re so relaxed and zoned out that you don’t hear your husband come through the front door of your home. He calls out to you, but you obviously don’t reply. After searching for you, your beloved husband finds you in the bathtub. His rustling finally gets your attention. “Hi, sweetheart.” He smiles at you, making his way to you and crouching down so that you’re face to face. “Hi, baby.” You say with a big smile. You pucker your lips to give your hunk of a husband a kiss. “Long day?” He asks and all you can do is nod, “Me too, baby. I’m really tempted to get in here with you. Is that okay with you?” You nod eagerly, “Of course!” Your husband is quick to shed his clothes off and join you. He situates himself behind you and the two of you relax in a comfortable silence and every now and then your husband would lean down to place soft, delicate kisses on your damp shoulder. You stay there together until the water goes cold. Both of you get out, dry off, and get dressed. You dressed in just panties and an oversized shirt, while your husband puts on a pair of sweats that deliciously hang low on his hips. The two of you stand at the kitchen island eating the dinner you had prepared earlier. And the next morning when he walks into work, he doesn’t care that his body now has a slight coating of shimmer from your bath bomb and that his friends and co-workers stare.

Bokuto, Matsukawa, Daichi, Iwazumi, Kuroo, Ukai, Ushijima, Tanaka, Osamu, Meian, your fave <3

Definitely didn’t write this because I recently used a bath bomb and wished one of my faves had joined me. No definitely not 😗

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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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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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What I Hate About Us

Pairing: husband!Daichi Sawamura X Fem!Reader

Genre: FLUFF, I hope you have your dentist on speed dial.

CW/TW: food (cake, strawberries, whipped cream), pet names, pregnancy (nothing graphic, just mentioned and a baby mentioned at the end), mention of readers period [sorry if I missed anything, please let me know if I did!] barely proofread

WC: 1.3k

It’s well past midnight and you’re struggling to fall asleep. Not only can you not get comfortable to get proper rest for the night, but you have a serious craving for cake. But not just any kind of cake will do. You want vanilla cake, with lots of whipped cream, and topped with the prettiest strawberries. Apparently your tossing and turning is enough to cause concern to your newly wedded husband as he gains full consciousness from his half asleep state.

“What’s wrong?” His voice slightly gravely.

“I’m sorry,” you groan, feeling guilty you woke up your hard working husband, “I just can’t get comfortable.”

Your husband turns to look at you, and although your hair is a mess from tossing and turning, your husband smiles and thinks to himself beautiful. “Is something bothering you?”

You sigh, “Can I be honest?”

He smiles, “Always, babe.” He says and rubs his tired eyes with his fists.

“I am really craving cake.”

“Do you want us to go to the convenience store real quick?” Although your husband was so comfortable and didn’t want to leave the warmth of your shared bed, he mentally prepares himself to get up and get dressed for the quick trip.

You sigh, almost on the verge of tears, “That’s sweet but I really want one from a bakery. I want a whole cake.”

“I don’t think there are any bakeries open right now, babe.” Daichi racks his brain trying to figure out if there’s a nearby bakery that would be open at nearly one in the morning.

“I know, I know. That’s what sucks.” You sniff, burying your face in your hands, already feeling your hot tears running down your temples.

“Do you want to go see if we have ingredients to make a cake?” Daichi says, now sitting up in bed. His wife is crying for cake, and goddammit is he going to try his damn best to get his wife some cake.

“It’s okay. I'm sorry I woke you up, please go back to bed. I’m sure I’ll fall asleep soon.” You smile at your husband through your tears.

If Daichi were an ordinary man, he would’ve shrugged and immediately fallen back asleep, but Daichi is no ordinary man. Instead of laying back down, he gets out of bed, stretches, and begins to pull you out of bed. “Come on. Cake sounds really good. Let’s go see if we at least have a box mix or something.”

You feel more tears brimming, not because of your serious craving for cake, but that your husband would get out of bed at this time of the night just so you can have some cake. You stretch your arms and hands out and Daichi helps you sit up and out of bed.

The two of you begin to search the kitchen for the ingredients needed for cake, and you feel yourself on the brink of a breakdown when you pull out the box of cake mix only to discover it was well past its expiration date. You angrily throw the box into the trash, a little too hard that the bag sinks to the bottom of the can. You scream into your hands. Through the screams, you hear Daichi rustling with the trash bag and putting it back to how it was before. You then hear Daichi moving things around in the fridge. You pull your face out of your hands, “I’m sorry Daichi. I know you would rather be sleeping right now.”

“Nope. As long as I’m with you, there’s nowhere else I want to be.” He says and pulls out a container of strawberries and a can of whipped cream. “Well, it’s not cake but these are components of cake, so I think it’s as close as we will get tonight.” Your face immediately lights up.

So now, here you are well past one in the morning standing at your kitchen island eating a snack of tart strawberries and sweet whipped cream with your husband. Once you had that first bite, everything seemed right in the world. You and Daichi take turns feeding each other strawberries and occasionally flicking the whipped cream onto each other's faces.

During this sweet moment, you couldn’t help but reflect on your relationship with Daichi. If anyone had told you in high school that one day you would marry the boys volleyball team captain, your long-time crush, you would’ve laughed at them. But now here you are, eating strawberries with him well past one in the morning.

Breaking the silence you ask, “Do you want to know what I hate about us?” You reach up, wiping away some whipped cream off of the corner of Daichi’s mouth.

“What you hate about us?” Daichi asks, making sure he heard you correctly.

You nod, “Yeah.”

In that moment, Daichi grows extremely concerned, “I didn’t know you hated something about us, please tell me so we can fix it.”

You laugh, “You can’t fix it Daichi. I hate that we’re high school sweethearts.”

“Please elaborate.” Daichi laughs.

“It’s just so cliche! I feel like our love story is just too good to fall under that trope.”

“Yeah, we all know how our story played out.” Daichi smirks.

“Hey! It worked, didn't it!”

“So, really what you don’t like about our relationship is your fault not mine!”

You blush at the sudden realization, “Well, you certainly weren’t going to pull the first move!”

“Says who?” Daichi crosses his arms over his chest.

“Me.”

“Okay, confession. I was actually planning on confessing to you when I graduated.” The truth coming out all these years later has you speechless, “Yeah. So maybe we wouldn’t have been high school sweethearts if you didn’t want me so bad.” Daichi teases.

“Well, although you were the first one to confess.”

“Technicalities.” Daichi scoffs with a shit eating grin.

“Oh, well. We can always just say that we met in college or something!”

“No way. I like our love story regardless of how cliche you think it is.” Daichi says and gives you a kiss.

“Hmm, I guess in the end, I did get a great husband out of it.” You shrug, returning your husband's kiss.

“Okay, do you feel better now? Think you can get some sleep now?” Daichi asks as he tussles your hair.

“I think so,” you smile up at him, “I feel much better. I have no idea what came over me. Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for you.” He kisses your forehead. The two of you clean up the slight mess you made and then make conversation as you make your way to your bedroom. “Maybe I can get you some proper cake tomorrow, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ve just been really craving cake lately, but I guess I didn’t realize just how much.”

“Maybe your period is coming.”

“Yeah, it could be.” You say and go to check your calendar on your phone. Seeing the date made you freeze, “Or maybe it won’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“Daichi… I’m almost a month late on my period.”

The realization washes over him like a tidal wave, “Well looks like we’re making that convenience store trip regardless.”

The two of you throw on your sweaters and shoes to make the trip to the conbini closest to your home. And sure enough when you take the pregnancy test, those bolder letters reading Pregnant explain away why your body so desperately craved for cake at an odd hour.

“So it wasn’t my period making me want cake… it was our baby.”

“Our baby.” Daichi says. The two of you share a scared, but also excited look. “Are you okay?”

“It’s just… unexpected. That’s all.”

“Unexpected, for sure, but we’ll make it work. We should definitely get some sleep and we can talk tomorrow once we have cleared our heads.”

Sure enough, your husband makes good on his promise and the next day you are greeted by a cake when you wake up — vanilla, with lots of whipped cream, and bright strawberries on top.

Bonus:

You and Daichi stand around the kitchen island eating a midnight snack of tart strawberries and sweet whipped cream. Between the mess of scattered strawberry stems and splattered droplets of whipped cream is the baby monitor where you and Daichi have a careful eye on your three-month old.

I hope you enjoyed this 💕 constructive criticism is welcomed. This was inspired by one of my IRL besties and her conversation with her fiancé.

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Hayloft

Enemy prince! Osamu x Fem!Commoner reader

Any father would be over joyed if their commoner daughter captured the heart of a prince, but you know your father would hate you falling in love with the enemy prince of the country your country is currently at war with.

It was an ordinary day. You had gone out to the edge of the woods by your family’s land like you do every day to gather. He came riding in alone on his horse. You of course didn’t know he was the prince of the nation your country is currently at war with. He was dressed so casually, so your cute, innocent self only thought he was new in town. He would come back every so often to see you. He was suave, charming, and always came bearing gifts for a beauty such as yourself. You thought to your self that this was the man for you, the man you want to marry. By the time the prince revealed his true identity to you, it was too late. Every instinct inside of your body told you to run, but your heart and pussy couldn’t bear the thought of not being with your slate-haired prince. Now you find yourself sneaking away in the middle of the night to meet your lover.

You’d given yourself and your innocence over to the enemy — and willingly I might add.

Your forbidden prince was drilling into your sensitive cunt, your legs thrown over his shoulders and your knees by your ears, his cock filling you up in a sinfully delicious way, which was no different than any other night; but apparently the two of you were particularly loud this night that it brought your father out with his gun to the barn where you were getting fucked stupid by the second prince of Inarazaki. Despite your father being inside of the same building, that didn’t stop your beloved prince from thrusting his cock further into your gushing cunt. your prince leans forward to whisper into your ear, “Be careful Princess, we wouldn’t want your father seeing you whoring yourself over to the enemy, now would we?” He teases, placing a chaste kiss on your sweaty temple. Once your father is out of the barn, your Prince readjusts himself with a smirk, “Now, take daddy’s cock like a good girl.” And all you can do is nod as your prince resumes to batter your insides. You’re stupid if you think he’s going back to Inarazaki without you.

Its 4 am when I’m posting this so idk if it’s actually good or not. Please ignore any mistakes

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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!