#Ikemen Prince Luke

[lavulabi]

all suitors uploaded ♡!!

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Chevalier Leon Clavis Yves

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Nokto Licht Rio Jin Luke

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Gilbert Keith Silvio Sariel

[dododrawsstuff]

Bear Luke is done! Tbh I feel like the ears would look better on top of hi head, but they all lean more toward humans, and I couldn't make it work with the all suitors, and it work best anatomy wise, at least in my head

Also, another type of render, I downloaded a new brush pack and wanted to test it!

[chevlvrs]

Lichts makes me giggle

[candied-boys]

Country AU! Luke with his widdle highland calf 🥺

I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!! I PRESENT TO YOU — LUKE CARRYING HIS 100KG BABY, BABYBELL 🔔 from this fluffy fic here

This took a whole damn month to draw and I'm so exhausted but Babybell is just so precious and I love her 💕 but she only loves Luke 😅

Crazy drawing process in 30 seconds does NOT show the amount of pain and effort but here it is because it's entertaining to watch :p

[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

IkéPrince's Favorite Kinks 😈

18+ | MDNI! | IkéPrinces x Fem!Reader

CW: Some kinks are not for everyone! Mentions of (consensual!) power imbalances, bodily harm/violence, Dom/Sub dynamics, humiliation/taking advantage, mentions of cutting/blood, some slight CNC (somnophilia), (consensual) controlling behavior, mentions of fingering, p-in-v sex, and more!

AN: These are just my opinions on which kinks the princes/other Rhodolite court members would be into! Some of them are a little more on the extreme side of things! Haha! This post is for all you fellow freaks out there! Enjoy!!

Jin Grandet – Sensation Play / Sensory Deprivation (blindfolding)

Jin is a slut, it’s true, but he doesn’t strike me as the kinkiest guy in Rhodolite. However! He likes to spice things up now and again! I feel like he would get a kick out of being lightly tickled with a feather as foreplay—even better if it was happening while he was blindfolded. Anything to draw out the anticipation and tension for this guy who usually doesn’t have to work that hard at getting someone into bed with him lol. Also, imagine lightly tracing a finger or a butter knife or a feather or literally anything over those shoulder and chest muscles....? And he might even let out a little low-toned nervous chuckle...?? Yeesh. 😮‍💨

Chevalier Michel – Overstimulation/Edging

Chev loves to have the power! He loves to make you squirm! He thinks it’s hot but also it genuinely amuses him! Lol. What a monster this guy would be. He’s written in his route/canonically as having awkward, fumbling movements when it comes to romance/intimacy, but I’m sorry, I do not buy it! Sorry to you, Ikéwriters! You’re wrong! This dude is so confident it is almost scary! He would be so commanding in bed!! For real!! Like, he is perfect at everything and has read so many romance novels...??? Like he would be lethal??? Imagine him fingering you so deftly that you are about to come, and then he extracts himself from you so suddenly that your heart almost falls out of your chest, but you look up and he’s just smirking at you??? King Chev needs to unwind too okay!!

Clasvis LeLouch – Bondage

Another member of the Rhodolitian Sluts Committee! However, Clavis is a “gentleman.” He “respects” you or whatever. Haha, I actually don’t think he would be that kinky, but I do think that he knows his way around some rope lmao. He’s always setting traps! He’s bound to set a trap for you in your bedroom one of these days. And that trap would be designed in a way that some rope would happen to pull you up by your wrists, leaving you helpless and writhing like a little worm on a hook for him. What is he supposed to do? Not toy with your body and tease you until you come?? He’s so considerate though! Always just thinking about your pleasure... What’s the problem?? 😇

Leon Dompteur – Breeding Kink

Okay, don’t come for me, but I genuinely think that Leon is the least kinky of all of the princes. He’s so noble and so egalitarian that I can’t really picture him getting into sexy stuff that requires power exchanges or pain or too much tension even. There’s a world of kink beyond those things, of course, but he just reads like a sweet vanilla boyfriend to me! But! I can see him getting particularly excited by the idea of putting his babies inside you haha. He would come inside you one time and then not be able to stop thinking about the possibility of you getting pregnant—imagining your belly swelling up, your glow as you carry his child... he’d get all embarrassed by how much the idea turns him on! He’d sheepishly bring it up at first, but before long he’d be whispering in his husky daddy voice about how he’s going to fill you up with his seed. Teehee!

Yves Kloss – Food Play

I mean, chef Yves feeding you his delicious treats? Or eating off of your naked body? Treating you like his personal little buffet? Yves would be so sensual with this. He would get off on watching you eat, loving the facial expressions that you make while you savor something that he made just for you. He’d also be into eating off of you—whipped cream play comes to mind! He’d hand-make some deliciously sweet and fluffy cream, first putting it somewhere cute and innocent like on your nose and licking it off, and you guys would tease each other until he gets all flustered and frustrated and decides to put it on your nipples and your bare stomach and your fingers and... everywhere! He'll show you who can make who flustered!! hehe cutie Yves. 🤭

Nokto Klein – Exhibitionism

Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got another huge slut over here! Ugh, I love Nokto haha. He’s such a problem lmao. He wants the whole world to know that you are his and his alone. He also wants the whole world to know how hot and sexy you are! He’d take any opportunity to fuck you in semi-public. Or at least make out with you. He knows how to get you so distracted with his tongue, his hands, his murmurs in your ear... He’d be fingering you in the palace gardens or in a back corner of a ballroom before you even knew what hit you. He’d be all like “Look at her body, look how beautiful she is, haha but don’t ever touch or I will kill you! While smiling! Teehee!”

Licht Klein – Pain/Blood Play

(This kink is not for everyone! Proceed with caution! Also PLEASE be careful if you try this IRL!) Licht gives me masochist vibes. I can see him lying in bed with you, both of your naked bodies softly touching, you lightly running your fingers over his muscular arms, until he cautiously broaches the idea of you using a knife/small razor blade to make small cuts on him or a needle to pierce his ears or skin... You would hesitate at first, but after he reassures you and you see just how flushed and excited he gets from being at your mercy like that, you’d realize that it’s something he gets off on and enjoys. You guys would talk about it a lot to make sure that you’re going about it in a safe way! Part of the appeal for him is you treating his wounds afterward! He would only trust you with this activity.

Luke Randolph – Somnophilia

(All of this is consensual!) Luke loves to nap, and I feel like napping together would be a staple in your relationship. He loves nothing more than slowly fluttering his eyes open to see you lying next to him, still asleep. You look so beautiful and delectable, and since you guys have agreed that it’s okay—you even have a system in place, where you put on a certain bracelet or ribbon that signals your consent before you go to sleep (if you’re not wearing it, he won’t do anything)—he’d slowly slide his hand between your legs, trailing soft, wet kisses along your neck and collarbone while you’re still sleeping, gradually beginning to stroke your clit... the sensation of you getting wet while you only start to stir awake makes him hard as a rock, and before long you’d both be up and at ‘em lol.

Sariel Noir – BDSM / Impact Play

The Devil of the King’s Court!!! Oooohooohoohoo. Sariel, Sariel, Sariel... Hahaha, I can’t with this man. He definitely has a secret torture dungeon somewhere in the castle, filled with all kinds of beautifully designed whips and paddles and chains. You’d be his little plaything, no question haha. Sariel is for the masochist girlies lol. He would find excuses to “punish” you all the time, and honestly you would do the same—he would be so excited at the sight of your pretty skin getting redder and redder as he spanks you or whips you. He’d reward you for good behavior by making you come over and over again and being very sweet with his aftercare. Ugh, kinky king!

Rio Ortiz – Getting Fem Dommed / Puppy play

Biggest! Sub! In! Rhodolite! Haha. Rio is canonically referred to as the MC’s “pet” or “mutt” or “dog” across multiple main story lines lmao. And he would be such a good boy! Imagine his eager little face as you boss him around. He wants nothing more than to please you. You could be a mean mistress or a kind mistress, it doesn’t even matter! He’s at your beck and call no matter what. He’s your personal little bitch now, so use him! He likes it! Buy him a collar and leash and everything. He’ll do literally anything for his beloved mistress. Ugh, it would be equally fun to yell at him or reward him for his good behavior. Rio is the ultimate puppy material!

Gilbert von Obsidian – Total Power Exchange

(This kink is not for everyone! Don’t forget that Gilbert is pretty much a dictator! Proceed with caution! This is a consensual activity! Don’t put up with this shit IRL unless it’s thoroughly agreed upon!) Gilbert would love to control every single aspect of your life haha. He likes to see the anxious look on your face when you need something but know that you have to ask for his permission. Like, you even have to ask for his permission to go to the bathroom or eat food. He likes having all of your needs at his mercy. It makes him so horny for you. Of course, you have to ask for his permission on what to wear, who you can talk to even... Your entire life belongs to him, just like he likes it. Occasionally, you would do something without his permission and he would have to punish you!

Keith Howell – Wax Play

My thinking here is that wax play would appeal to both “Keiths.” Dark Keith would like it for the danger/tension and Kind Keith would like it for the softness/sensualness of it after the wax dries. They would go about it in different ways. Dark Keith would hold you down and pour hot wax over your most sensitive areas, making you yelp. Kind Keith would slowly drip wax along the less intense erogenous zones, like your collarbones or feet, then sweetly peel it off of your naked body. The temperature play aspect of it would be really exciting for him, and he’d love to praise your beautiful soft skin after it’s been dipped in wax.

Silvio Ricci – Getting FinDommed

This kind of breaks from MC’s canonical attitude toward Silvio and his wealth, but this is what is in my heart lol. Silvio likes a brat! He’s a tyrant and has a difficult personality, but he actually likes it when someone doesn’t back down from him. He’s so used to getting whatever he wants, the idea of being at the mercy of his little bratty baby's whims and needs would be so thrilling to him. Literally he’s your wallet now. He’s the richest man in Benitoite! Take advantage of him! He doesn’t get a choice. He's there to buy you new clothes, new shoes, as many treats as you want, a new house even! He’s got the money, babe! And that money is YOURS now. Not his. Muahahaha. 😈

[otomepeachy]

In case you don't want to go looking, here's the new rumors for the princes

Rest of the Suitors

[chirp-a-chirp]

Chevalier: *Pokes his ribs* What’s this weird feeling inside my chest?

Luke: Indigestion?

Clavis: *Sounding hopeful* Poison?

Leon: That’s called a feeling.

[acreattaviacco]

Rhodolite Princes With: Rio, Sariel, Emma

My compilation of artworks that are the Rhodolite Princes with the castle staff?(Rio, Sariel, Emma)

A few notes:(Just my ramblings)

-I drew all the Rhodolite Princes and Sariel! I am a happy bunny now!...and time to finish other artworks oh well -The more I draw Chevalier the more I find out he's fun to draw next to Rio, Yves and Silvio hahahaha...help me I'm memorized by his hair -The combination of Luke, Rio, and Licht while a bit melancholic it's a wholesome trio that is similar to the Keith, Licht and Yves Trio -I was gonna put all the names of the princes but that would be redundant but the tags ouch...and hope you like it

[ezxthan]

Ikemen Prince characters responding to "im breaking up with you" text ❤️‍🩹

[omkookie]

❤️ Leon's faction ❤️

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Angst, Blood, Murder attempts. 16+ // F!MC.

Chevalier panics when he sees your once pure white shirt turn red. His heart skips a beat as his icy blue eyes search for your assailant, and then narrow down to the man who was holding a bloody arrow– the arrow that stabbed you. Without thinking twice, he ruthlessly cuts the man down. 

He wasted no time before checking on you, and is by your side in an instant. He takes a good look at your wound and notes that the arrow hasn’t pierced your heart, but the area beside it quite deeply. He orders his knight, Lucien, to fetch a physician for you while he lifts you in his arms to carry you toward the Benitoite’s palace infirmary. The sooner you get to the infirmary, the faster you can get treatment. 

This assassination attempt was a grave mistake allowed by Benitoite’s embassy, and Chevalier was not one to forgive. Any harm that was done to you was a grave sin, and Chevalier will never forgive anyone who allowed it to happen. Benitoite’s responsibility is to make sure that no harm comes to any of its guests during the goodwill party. Yet, somehow they were incompetent enough to allow a murder attempt of one of Rhodolite’s most prominent figures, and one of their most important guests… You. 

Chevalier isn’t stupid, and as he seethes with anger he knows that in order to sneak a weapon into the embassy you need to have someone with great power helping you from behind the scenes… and a bastard with great power Gilbert von Obsidian is. 

This is an indirect declaration of war.

Chevalier clutches your unnaturally cold hand in his warm one, and carefully plans his counter attack against Gilbert.  

Clavis is a mess… to put it lightly. He can’t sleep, eat nor drink properly while you lie in a bed wounded. How can he possibly rest when you’re hurt? He spends sleepless nights tracking down the assassin who hurt you, and then blames himself for not being able to do it faster, Because, If he were Chevalier then Chevalier would have already done it and killed the man. 

Clavis beats himself mentally, constantly blaming himself for your critical state and your near death experience. 

Rest assured though, no matter how sleep deprived he is or how much weight he’s lost, He won’t allow himself to die. He has a mission, and that mission is to track your assassin down and take his revenge. His thirst for blood won’t allow him to die. Clavis dreams of the day he finally gets his hands on the man.

He'll show your assassin the 7 hells that no other man can… Not even his genius brother Chevalier. 

While you’re lying hurt, the only thing that keeps him going is his thirst for revenge. He doesn’t even play pranks on Yves anymore, and Sariel worries that this is only the calm before the storm.

When Clavis finally finds your assassin, he comes back to the palace resembling a devil– not even Chevalier has ever been dyed in so much blood. 

Nokto freezes upon seeing your state. His heart feels like it's being torn into pieces as doctors were rushing into the room. He had just gotten back from negotiations with Obsidian– the ones who he’s sure attacked you. There was no doubt in his heart that your attackers must be sent by Gilbert.

After all, No one else was clever enough to get through the palace’s security by using a loophole so small that not even one of the best trained knights would notice…

Nokto can’t outright accuse Gilbert of your assassination attempt. The obsidian prince was far too sleek and left no evidence behind. Plus, accusing Obsidian of something as bad as a murder attempt right after negotiations were made would put Rhodolite in a bad light. The peace treaty between the 4 countries was just signed. 

But… clearly this was the price that Gilbert wanted Rhodolite’s king to pay.

‘If you want to negotiate with obsidian, you need to pay a high price.’ Gilbert’s words from earlier chime through Nokto’s head like bells, and his fists clench by his sides as he feels his blood boil.

If this was how obsidian wanted to play, then fine. He wouldn't hesitate to play too.

Only Chevalier notices the Fiery hatred in his red eyes, and he smirks as if knowing what his younger brother was going to be up to.

Luke’s heart beats so fast he thinks it might rip itself out of his chest as he applies pressure to your bleeding wound. Your blood stains his hands and dyes the white cloth that he used to cover your wound a deep crimson. 

Luke tries to steady his breathing to control his nerves, but he can’t seem to calm down. How the hell could he?! You were just stabbed for fuck’s sake! Nobody can calm him down, and Jin is quickly shoved away when he tries to do so. 

Luke only relents, finally agreeing to let you go and have you looked at by a physician when Jin encourages him to.

But, he still insists on staying in the room so that he can look over you. Watching the doctor stitch you up was a terrible and gruesome side, and his stomach churns as he smells the coppery scent of blood in the air. The scent of your blood in the air… He feels cold, and his fingers have gone numb as he waits for results. Results which are unfortunately not showing up.

The physician snaps him out of his dazed state and notifies him that there’s no positive change in your condition, and that you have only gotten somewhat worse. However, the bleeding from your other wound has finally stopped.

Luke curses and blames himself for not being there to protect you.

He has almost lost you. Now, only the gods know if you will survive or die...

[romance-rambles]

do you think...would luke feel weird about emma marrying gilbert? they're supposed to be close in age, while gilbert is probably the closest thing he has to a father figure, despite having maybe a max of a decade between them?

then there's also, uh, the elephant in the room

anyways, i can see some angst about where exactly luke slots into this mess of a family. to their kids, is he uncle luke? big brother luke? but, like, it's emma so he probably has to concede that she's good for him, right? idk i feel like that probably makes him feel worse.

[i haven't read gil's route yet]

[lavulabi]

(6/8) stories uploaded ♡!!

a playlist if ur planning on binge reading <3

, Chevalier Yves Clavis

, Luke Nokto Sariel

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tags★; @yanholic @josefairy

[5mary5]

SHEEEESH THINGS GOT SERIOUS REALLY FAST

Spoilers for lukes route below

The plot twist was so mind blowing I'm LOVING IT everything was so peaceful like the calm before the storm and the next moment was it was as if a timer went off

Also

Maybe I'm thinking too much into it but at this moment it felt like the spirit of his sister was trying to warn mc through the plus bears and it happened not once but TWICE, such eerie feeling it was wonderful! yet I still can't figure out WHAT the plus bears where trying to warn mc about

[candied-boys]

Yayyyyyyy I finally finished my entry for my creative challenge 🫠 see if you can guess which song inspired it 😂

Luke Randolph x Reader

Country AU. Very dialogue heavy. No warnings, just pure fluff! (Except for smoking weed and drinking because it's set at a bonfire party)

“Rumour has it he's another brother.”

Gossip. The lifeblood of a small town. Especially in the flickering shadows of a rowdy bonfire.

“No way! You can't be serious,” the volume of your friend's incredulity coming off more like a whisper for the raucous surrounding you on all sides.

You look past the shoulder of another girl standing in your circle as she sneers, “Jeez that old man sure got around, eh.”

Attempting an even pitch you chip in, “So he's not just a new farmhand?”

“Wouldn't you like to know,” your best friend jibes, elbowing you in the ribs.

“Huh?”

You've been caught red handed.

Another friend pipes up, “You haven't taken your eyes off him all night.”

“What?! That's not true,” you deny with zero conviction.

“You're totally into him,” the same friend teases again.

“She is. She has a thing for gingers,” your bestie confirms to the group.

“Shut up!!! I do not!”

You absolutely do.

“Especially when they have green eyes,” she finishes with a wink at you.

“Oh well, he's perfect then!” the one who started the conversation snickers.

Burying your face in your hands you squeak like a mouse, “Shut up shut up shut up!”

“Go talk to him,” one urges.

“I can't!”

“You can,” another says dispassionately.

“No, I'll look like an idiot!”

“No, you won't. Just be normal,” one who clearly doesn't know you well chimes in.

“I don't know how to be normal!!!”

Your best friend laughs heartily at this, confirming your perception of reality, before offering, “Just introduce yourself and ask him where he's from.”

“Like what, just walk up and talk to them?! Jin doesn't even know my name! He's not even a friend of a friend!!”

“Oh, Jin is real sweet, he won't let it get awkward,” a girl stood across from you dismisses with a wave of her hand.

“Well, it'll be awkward AF if he hits on me!”

A fourth friend shrugs and reassures, “It's true he'll jump anything that moves, but he's not that dense. He'll know you're not after him.”

“No no no,” you shake your head rapidly. “Then that would mean that both of them will know who I'm after!!”

“Isn't that the point?”

“Just go over there and ask red to dance.”

It's clear from their bored looks and dry tone that some of the girls are getting tired of your shenanigans.

“I can't do that! I'll die of embarrassment!” you inform them in another pathetic attempt to get them to leave you alone.

“Yes you can! You're plenty cute and no one else has asked him, so he has no reason to say no!”

Tensing at the feeling of hands on your shoulders you ask, “What's that got to do with anything??!”

“Enough already. Just go talk to him!”

Another pair of hands have grabbed you by the wrist.

“Akh!!! You guys, no!!!”

Before you can turn and run, your bestie has betrayed you with the sweetest smile. “Here, just take a couple of cold ones with you and you'll be fine!”

You squeak as your only free arm is stuffed with icy bottles and you're given a rough but effective shove towards the tailgate of a jacked up Chevy.

Immediately you know there's no escape when that crimson gaze catches you in its talons.

“Hi Jin… I, uh, brought fresh beer? In case yours is getting warm, maybe, or something…”

The distant sound of your friends giggling behind you rings clear in your ears as you attempt and fail miserably to swallow your embarrassment.

“Well that's mighty nice of you, sweetheart. I just polished mine off.”

You notice he sets his bottle behind him, but the clink against the truck bed sounds more like a thud than the tinkle of empty glass, and you try not to visibly cringe at the idea that he probably pities you.

“There's one for your friend too,” you manage to say and hold out both bottles.

“Oh, this here's my baby brother! He's not from ‘round these parts so you've probably never met. Luke, look sharp,” Jin says and knocks the beer against his brother's shoulder to get his attention.

“Hmm? Oh, thanks.”

Mellow, not too deep, with a bit of a drawl. Even his voice is handsome. Yeah, you're done for.

“Luke, say hi,” Jin instructs as he introduces you two. To your surprise it turns out he does know your name.

“Uh… hey?” the redhead half-waves, then pops the cap off the bottle with practiced ease.

Hi…” you breathe and fidget with your hair. “So, uh, where you from?”

“Couple hours north of here. Small town nobody's really heard of,” he shrugs and takes a swig.

You definitely don't stare at the way the glass presses to his lips.

“Oh, smaller than here?”

“Yeah, like no high school kinda small.”

“I see,” is all you manage to reply while your brain short circuits watching smoke curl out of his pretty mouth when he takes a hit of the vape being passed around.

“Dab?” his soft tenor pulls you back to the present.

“What is it?” you query at the stick held in your direction between long slender fingers.

“Honey oil, I guess? Dunno. Good stuff though,” he shrugs simply.

You wonder momentarily if it's the marijuana that's makes his eyelids look so heavy and those emeralds shimmer like dew caught in soft moss or if he always wears such a sensual look without realizing it.

“Ah, can't today. I'm DD for my friends.”

He hums, a mix of appraisal and acceptance in his voice, before taking another draw and passing it along to his brother. The way Luke turns away a little and blows the vapour over his shoulder strikes you as both kind of thoughtful and unreasonably attractive.

“So that's why you didn't bring a beer for yourself,” Jin fills the awkward silence.

“Yeah,” you answer and instantly hate the way you still can't think of anything clever to say or even anything normal to ask to keep up conversation.

“Are you always the designated driver with your friends, or do you let yourself have a little fun now and then?” Jin queries and passes the vape along to whoever is standing nearest.

“We take turns, so I had my fun at the last bush party.”

“I don't think Luke here's ever been to a real bonfire, have you?”

“Don't think a coupla guys gettin’ drunk and high in the woods counts as a party, so no. Nothin’ as big as this anyways.”

“How do you like it?” you manage to squeak and mentally pat yourself on the back.

He shrugs again. “It's fine. Music’s good at least.”

Trying to keep your voice even you ask, “Care to dance?”

“Thanks, but I'll pass.”

It's your turn to shrug as if you don't mind and aren't screaming internally about how dumb you are and how awful your friends are for making you face your fears and how you can't even drink away the sting of rejection tonight.

“Uh, well, I think I hear my friend calling me,” you lie and give into the overwhelming need to run away and die of embarrassment. “It was nice to meet you, Luke. Jin, see you later.”

They wave casually, Jin wearing a bright grin as he raises his bottle to you in a half-goodbye half-thanks.

Just before you get out of earshot you hear “Ow! The hell was that for?” from Luke and turn to see him rubbing his arm, but you can't make out what they say after that.

“I don't remember raising you to leave a lady hanging like that, Luke.”

“I don't remember you raisin’ me. Period.”

“That's entirely besides the point. She worked up all that courage to come over here and chat you up, and you just went and shut her down! What am I gonna do with you?”

“What’re ya talkin’ about?”

“She wanted to dance with you. That's why she came over here in the first place.”

“What?!! I thought she was just bein’ polite. I don't even know her! Why would she wanna dance with a total stranger like me?”

“Geez Louise, Luke. You can't tell me with looks like yours you've never been hit on before. Did you not notice her watching you all night, her friends egging her on, literally pushing her over here to talk to you, or even how nervous she was standing here?”

“No… well… yeah… she did seem kinda skittish, but I mean I don't even know how to dance and it looks like a pain in the ass…”

“So you're gonna make a fool out of her because you don't wanna make a fool of yourself?”

“Woah, what?! I didn't mean nothin’ by it! She's real cute and all, I just…” Luke trails off, running a hand through his rusty locks.

“Go tell her that, not me.”

A brief glance, a silent query, a bashful sigh.

“Go on. Get gone,” Jin urges, reaching over to tousle the shaggy mop of red hair.

“Ahk! Cut it out!” head-shy and pouting at the blatant affection Luke jumps off the truck and runs off into the crowd, leaving Jin behind smiling into the last sip of his beer.

The cold metal of the coke against the embarrassed flush of your skin draws out a long breath — one dripping both with relief and regret like the uncomfortable condensation that trickles down your neck.

Ear-splittingly loud music, boisterous laughs and drunk shrieks, the crackle of half-a-dozen pallets burning; it all fades into the background as your inner voice finds every word in your vocabulary to insult your intelligence.

“So this is where ya ran off to,” a languid voice breaks through the cacophony of your mind.

“HOLY SHIT! You scared me!!” you squeal like a piglet as you whip around and simultaneously drop your makeshift ice-pack on the ground.

There he stands, all lean muscle and six-foot too many inches to guess, lazily leaning against the same tree you've been hiding behind for five minutes now.

“Sorry,” he answers softly while he bends to pick up the can at his feet. Before handing it back to you he dusts the pine needles and grime off with the hem of his oversized purple t-shirt.

Taking the unopened drink back timidly you manage a thank-you but mostly just stare at how pretty his hands are until he shoves them in his jeans’ pockets.

“So uh… I never danced before. That's why I passed on yer offer.”

Lifting your gaze from fidgeting with the pull-tab, you catch him glancing to the side at nothing and a nervous hand running through the back of his long hair.

“Oh, that's okay! No need to apologize! I can't really dance anyway. I was just trying to be polite and all. Y'know, new kid in town, thought you might be bored, maybe like some company. But I'm sorry for bothering you! I didn't mean to interrupt like that and make things awkward.”

Why is the only time you can string more than three words together when you're hell-bent on apologizing for existing?!

“Y’ didn't,” he says plainly, returning his hand to a pocket.

“I didn't what?” you ask like a deer in the headlights. You don't even know what you just finished word-vommiting two seconds ago.

“Y’ didn't make it awkward. I did…”

“Oh, uh…” you stammer, as if the conversation needed more awkwardness.

“I ain't keen on dancin’, but maybe we could go for a walk instead? The moon's real bright tonight.”

You can't tell which, but when you meet his gentle gaze, you're certain either all the blood has drained from your face or you are completely flushed. Still, you manage an overly enthusiastic nod and a broken “sure.”

“There's a lake just over those hills if you wanna see it. Sometimes there's fireflies,” he offers with a gentle voice that has you leaning in closer.

Just to hear him better. That's all.

You fall in step behind him, praying you'll work up the courage and the brains to say something — anything really.

“I didn't know the property had a lake,” you finally offer as the ruckus of the party begins to fade into the distance.

“Where d’ya think we water the animals when we put ‘em out to pasture?” he replies with a chuckle before coming to a sudden stop and turning around. “Speakin’ of which, we're bein’ followed,”

You whip around the moment you catch sight of his furrowed brow. “Shit, we're not being stalked by wolves are we?!”

Behind you his cheerful laugh makes you flush both with humiliation at your apparently stupid question and with something equally as uncomfortable but not as unpleasant.

Heading a few paces back towards where you came from Luke continues, “Naw, but they wouldn't hurt us anyway. They like me. It's just Babybell. C'mere girl. Y’ come all the way out here lookin’ fer me?”

Under the warmth of the harvest moon you make out a ruddy brown creature with a coat of shaggy hair reminiscent of a certain strapping redhead now knelt on the ground.

“Oh! A highland calf!! She's so cute!!” you chirp in delight at the realization and trot over to the pair.

“Isn't she? I helped with the birth a few months back so she follows me around a lot,” Luke explains, her cheeks cradled in his palms as he scratches her chin. “But where's yer mama, pretty girl?”

“Can I pet her?” you ask, all giddy and bouncing on your toes.

“Course! Just a sec,” he answers and literally scoops up the calf in his arms so her fluffy face is level with yours.

“Omg isn't she heavy?!” you ask in complete shock but still reach out to pet her soft, wet nose.

“Not really. She's only, like, 200 pounds,” he replies, nuzzling his face against her fluffy head.

“TWO HUNDRED POUNDS?! And you can just CARRY HER AROUND?!!” you shriek and gape up at him as he stands there grinning with a kind of childish pride.

But your squawking is cut short when suddenly you're shoved from behind — gently — yet with enough force to nearly knock you into Luke.

“There y’are, Milk. Figured ya couldn't be too far behind,” he calls affectionately over your shoulder.

Turning around, you're greeted with a snort by the 1,000 pound shaggy, brown beauty that is Milk. Even with only the moonlight you can see she has the prettiest big eyes under her long bangs.

“Wait, she's not a dairy cow. Why is she called Milk?” you ask while ruffling the mess of hair on her head.

“Mmm, cuz her coat’s the colour of chocolate milk,” Luke shrugs and sets down Babybell, but not before giving the calf a big kiss on her cheek. “I just name ‘em whatever comes to mind. Most of ‘em didn't have names ‘til I got here. They're raised for meat afterall.”

“Wait, so then is Babybell named after those little round cheeses wrapped in red wax??”

“Naw," he chuckles and joins you in petting Milk. "There's a bell in the barn she likes to make ring and she's a baby so."

“Super cute,” you can't help but giggle with him. “So she just follows you around?”

“Yeah, most animals tend to do that though. They all seem to like me. Even the wolves.”

“Were you being serious earlier?!”

Distracted by the headbutting demands for attention from the little calf Luke hums, “Mm? Oh yeah. You'll see when we get to the lake.”

“Not wolves, I hope?!” you shiver at the thought.

Luke only laughs before standing up to head off once more, but he pauses to glance over his shoulder and reach out a hand.

“The hill has a lot of lose rocks and hidden grooves. Don't want ya sprainin’ yer ankle or nothin’.”

Hesitant yet eager, you place your palm in his and walk beside him — feeling as meek as the gentle giants trailing behind you and oddly at ease all of a sudden.

“So, uh, do you know a lot about animals?” you find yourself asking while he helps you avoid a patch of treacherous gravel.

“Enough, I guess. I worked on a farm before comin’ down here. How ‘bout you? Ya like animals?”

“Yeah, I love them! I went to university to study ornithology - I mean —”

But he cuts you off, “So ya like birds, eh?”

“Wow! Not many people actually know what that means...”

“I didn't go to college but that don't mean I don't read nothin’,” he quips and flashes you a cheeky grin before asking, “So, what brought ya back here then?”

“Well, I missed the small town life, and I figured I could help with conservation efforts out here by working with the local farms to set up critter friendly agricultural practices.”

“But they don't pay ya for that, do they?”

“Nah. Well not in cash, but in vegetables and what not.”

“So where d’ya work then? Watch yer step,” he mutters and takes both hands as you jump over a hole after him.

“Just at the coffee shop in town. What about you? I guess you help out on the ranch here now?”

“Not if I can avoid it. I spend most of my time playin’ hookie — nappin’ in the hay loft, watchin' the cattle graze, or fishin’ by the lake.”

“Wait, but you said you worked on a farm before. Did they let you get away with that back there too?” you query up at him as you reach the top of the hill.

There's a look in his eyes you can't discern as he answers back down at you, “Aw hell naw. That was damn hard work. But even if I don't do nothin’ down here they can't kick me off the property or cut me outta the will, so why would I?”

“Huh.” Frowning, it takes you a minute to get your head around his statement before you dare to ask, “Is there really nothing else you wanna do with your time here?”

“Guess I'll find out,” he replies, the impish curl of his lips belies the weight you feel in his gaze. “But c'mon. We're almost there!”

Hand still clasped in his, he leads you through the underbrush and out the other side of the sparse woods to the lake. Just as promised, fireflies linger along the shoreline as if waiting to greet you.

“Critters really do like you, eh?” you comment as Luke leads you closer without any concern for scaring them away. Instead you find yourself surrounded by even more of their delicate twinkling.

“Told ya,” he smiles down at you.

In awe you hardly notice the minutes pass until you hear the gentle hum of a familiar tune.

“Lazy yellow moon comin' up tonight shinin' through the trees,” he sings under his breath.

Without thinking you whisper back, “Crickets are singin' and lightning bugs are floatin' on the breeze. Oh! It fits perfectly!”

“Right?” he chuckles back.

“Too bad we didn't bring a fishing rod,” you lament with a giggle.

“Well, I guess that leaves lyin’ on our backs and countin’ the stars or jumpin’ in the lake.”

“I think there's one more option,” you answer but don't dare meet the querying tilt of his head. “Fallin’ in love in the middle of the night.”

Immediately you slap both your hands over your mouth in horror. You can't believe you just said that! Could you be any cheesier!?!

Panic in your pitch and embarrassment flushing your body with heat you splutter, “Last one in’s a rotten egg!”

“Wait what?!?!” is all he manages before you've kicked off your shoes, thrown your top and shorts on the ground, and made a beeline for the end of the dock.

Praying the lake will swallow you whole, you canon ball right in. Tragically it does not. And you don't even have time to run away before Luke catches you by the waist and hoists you up on his hip in the water.

Finally eye level with that leafy green gaze you lose the will to squirm and fight — all thoughts and words dissolving under his attention, probably melting out your ears too.

“Black lace, eh? Were ya expecting somethin' tonight?” he whispers with a teasing lilt and raised brows.

Words caught in your throat, you stare at him open-mouthed before squeaking in defense, “No! It's the only bra I own and I only bought it because it's really comfy!!”

“Mmm? And this,” he questions and traces the band of your thong around the waistline towards the back.

“My shorts are super short today because they're all ripped at the edges and I didn't want anybody seeing anything! That's all!!”

He laughs, obviously satisfied by your flustered reaction, “Well that's good cuz I'm not really a one-night-stand kinda guy, so I'd have to disappoint ya.”

“Oh, that's nice! I mean, uhhh cool? No, I mean, omg just kill me now,” you groan and plaster your hands over your face.

“Hey, now. I can't see the cute shy look on yer face when you do that,” he teases.

“THAT'S WHY I'M HIDING!!!” you garble out from beneath your palms.

A contemplative hum is the last thing you hear before he sinks under the water, holding you there until you smack him to let you up to for air. But before you can even catch your breath, his lips are pressed to yours.

[rosa-rubus]

Luke at the beginning of Gilbert's route vs Luke at the end of Gilbert's route. 🥹

[scarletlove2]

MDNI!

Warnings: incest, non-con, poorly written smut and poorly written in general, groping in Jin’s part, spanking in Chevs part, blind fold in claivs part, undergarment stealing in Leon’s part, blow Job in yves part, sharing in and fingering in licht and noktos part, oral in Luke’s part,

Made with a fem reader in mind reader is probably around the ages of 20-22

You know damn well if the princes had a baby sister they’re gonna try and keep you as innocent as possible until they corrupt you enough before a prince of another kingdom can do it.

You’re just so sweet and innocent you can’t blame them for wanting to you corrupt I mean they are called beasts after all,

Jin will summon you into his room to discuss something, as a sucker is lodged between his lips. He then guides you to his bed, holding you down and in position, before removing the sucker from his lips. With his thumb, he’ll gently part your lips as the candy meets your tongue. Meanwhile, his hands explore downward, finding your breasts and groping them through the fabric of your dress. He reassures you that it's customary for a big brother to ensure they are perfect for your future husband to cherish and fondle.

As you enter Chevalier's private library and request to borrow some of his books to pass the time, his irritation steadily mounts. By the third time you approach him, he seizes you, swiftly positioning you over his knee and lifting your skirt. Using your back as a makeshift table, he places his book, his gloved hand descending upon your posterior as you release whimpers of pain. Amid your tearful apologies, he reprimands you for your persistent nuisance before dismissing you. Left with sniffles, watery eyes, and a tender bottom, you should know better than to ask him about borrowing his books, but he has to make sure you know asking stupid questions will get you punish by your future husband he just prepare you for it.

Claivs suggests a surprise awaits in the garden, one meant to be unveiled through touch rather than sight. He carefully blindfolds you with one of his ties, ensuring secrecy as he leads you through the garden to the secluded gazebo nestled within the rose gardens. Seating you on a bench, he gently urges you back against it, delicately lifting your skirt and positioning your leg over his shoulder. His touch glides soothingly up and down your legs, gradually venturing further down your thigh. With a hushed gesture, he presses a finger to your lips, reminding you to maintain silence, a skill essential for your future husband's comfort and satisfaction.

Leon, who will have a sleepover with you, will maintain innocence as you fall asleep. However, unbeknownst to you, he will rummage through your drawers, finding your lace bra and panty sets. He'll discreetly pocket a pair or two before leaving your room. The next morning, he'll send Julius to fetch you, claiming it's for an urgent royal matter. Once in the office, he'll insist you lock the door, citing the need for privacy. Shouldn't you trust your big brother? He'll then approach you, cornering you between himself and the door, producing your undergarments. He'll express disappointment and indicate that punishment is in order, deeming it inappropriate for you to possess such items. After all, your husband wouldn't approve. Thus, he takes it upon himself to administer discipline for your possession of these garments.

Yves will offer to assist you with your makeup, ensuring your lipstick and eye makeup are flawless as you both stroll around town. However, you can't help but notice the lingering stares from men, eyeing you like a naive prey they can devour. Yves, too, observes the way they gaze at your lips as you politely wave and smile, oblivious to their predatory intentions. His frustration mounts until you return to the palace, where his anger radiates palpably. He guides you to your knees, gripping your hair as you take his cock in your mouth, all the while venting about the men in town. Your mascara streaks down your cheeks, and your makeup smudges from the intensity, tears threatening to escape your eyes. you, should be grateful it’s him. Knowing if you get those stares while married your future husband might not be as nice as your big brother,

Licht and Nokto will sandwich you between them during the carriage ride home from Jade after attending a meeting. They'll boldly slide their hands up your skirt or pull down your top to fondle your breasts, teasingly nipping at your neck as they exchange remarks. Pushing your panties aside, they'll explore you intimately, their fingers delving into your depths, all the while bantering with each other. Amidst your moans of pleasure, you find yourself immersed in a whirlwind of carnal delight, surrendering to the sensations and the allure of their touch. They have to make sure you can take the touch of more than one man in case your husband wants to share you around

Luke simply aims to be a supportive baby brother. In the garden, he attentively tends to your desires while the tea and treats remain untouched. With your hands gripping his hair, his chin adorned with your juices, he devours you fervently, akin to a hungry bear awakening mid-hibernation. He fervently swears that you taste superior to any honey he's ever sampled. His only hope is that your husband shares his appreciation for your juices like he does.

This was very much rushed but I swear to god I’ll have nightmares about how badly I wrote this