#Ikemen Prince x Fem! Reader

[riveranova]

(A/N): Just woke up from the best dream I ever had?? And all of you have to suffer the consequences c: A lil short, sweet (and corny af) something. I love Dad Jokes.

I present you:

,,Dad, can you put on my shoes?'' - Dad!Jin Grandet x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dad Jokes. Horrible, horrible Dad Jokes

Character: Jin Grandet, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 576

''No, I'm afraid they wont fit me.''

Silence.

''Mummy! Dad is doing it again!'' came the annoyed reply of your youngest daughter, Emilia. Laughing, Jin helped her put on her shoes, a goofy grin on his face.

Ever since Jin became a father, his demeanor had changed almost completely. You didn't know what it was, but the previous Womanizer- Prince- Jin had now become a Dad- Jokes- King- Jin. Something about the fact that he now had children flipped a switch inside him.

Seeing it happen live in front of your eyes was the funniest thing you could imagine.

You came out of the kitchen laughing, a tray full of cookies in your hands. ''You’re making the kids mad.''

''No, I'm Jin.''

''And I'm tired of this shit.'' your eldest son, Paul, said while snagging a cookie off the tray as he passed. "You're all mad already." He started walking up the stairs of the palace - two at a time.

Jin got up from his seat in front of Emilia, who was now wearing her shoes, and grinned after him. ''Be careful on the stairs, they are always up to something!'' Paul replied with an annoyed grunt and Emilia let out a giggle. Jin tousled her hair. ‘‘Time for our evening round. Come on.'' the two walked through the corridors and into the adjoining rose garden.

Emilia clearly took after her father. She shared the love for his brothers – her uncles – and insisted on visiting each one every evening, giving them a huge bear hug and wishing them good night. Like Jin, she loved Luke the most. And Luke doted on her like he was her big brother. It was genuinely cute to watch as Luke lifted the much smaller Emilia into his arms and cuddled her.

Paul was more like you but very much acted like Yves. When the two were in the same room (or the same kitchen), something unexpected was always bound to happen. Yves made it his mission to take Jin's first child under his wing and teach him every imaginable recipe and technique in the art of baking.

It was to be expected that under the circumstances, Paul would develop a sweet tooth.

You put the tray with the cookies on the windowsill and watched Luke and Emilia out of the window.

The evening sun bathed the event in a soft gold and a smile spread across your face. Two strong arms wrapped around your waist, and you jumped until you realized that Jin had moved back to your side. Luke was outside, still carrying Emilia around like she was flying like a bird, and you could hear her loud, happy laughter all the way into the palace.

Jin stole a cookie from the tablet. ''You know, I think I'm like that cookie.'' he said as if that wasn't a weird statement at all. ''I don’t even want to ask...'' you mumbled. Jin turned you around in his arms and grinned.

''It's good to have a tough cookie like me on your side. Y'know? I'm kind of dough-pe.''

Silence.

‘’I’ll never bake cookies for you again.’’ You picked up the tray of cookies and walked down the corridor to give Licht and Yves a few, an amused smile spreading on your lips. Sometimes in the past, you wondered if you made the right decision in leaving your old life to come to the palace as Belle, but-

‘‘I think me and my jokes would be considered… relation-chip goals!’’

Yeah. Yeah you did.

[omkookie]

Make You Mine.

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Yandere themes

A scenario in which Yandere!Gilbert thwarts the Reader's wedding. This idea was given to me by a lovely anon quite a long time ago and I just found the draft for it.

He steps onto the venue, his cane loudly hitting the shiny floors beneath it with an audible 'tap' each step he takes. The guests all turn their heads towards the intruder and go pale when they see his face.

Gilbert von Obsidian.

There he stood- The devil of Obsidian himself, with a cane in hand accompanied with a sharp look in his crimson eyes. Despite his smiling face, some of the attendees of your wedding shivered in unease.

"Oho, The villain has come to steal the bride." He announces, looking right at you without sparing a single glance at your fiance.

"Prince Gilbert—" Your fiance says in disbelief, a frown etching itself upon his handsome face. You look at Gilbert with shock, your eyes as wide as saucers. "Gil?" You muttered in disbelief.

"Well, he sure made a bigger impression than any of my pranks could have." Clavis says bitterly, a frown of unease resting upon his face. Clavis studies Gilbert cautiously, not allowing himself to let his guard down for even a moment despite his carefree demeanor. "Hehe, You'd have to try harder. Maybe I'll help you pull some pranks." Gilbert's smile never falters as he replies to Clavis. He steps up to you and takes your hand into his, his black attire the complete opposite of yours.

"Gilbert. What are you doing here? You sure made quite the appearance by scaring most of my guests." You chided him lightly while pushing his hand away and trying to free yourself from his grip.

"I heard my little bunny has decided to marry one of my old friend Chevalier's cousins." He says in an exaggerated manner as he puts on a hurt expression, "You can do better you know. I can't believe you'd settle down for so little." He sighs.

"Especially when I'm here for you. It would bring your kingdom peace to marry me instead." He adds, causing a pit of unease to form in your stomach.

The guests all start whispering in a panic, Clavis glaring sharp daggers at Gilbert while Rio decided to interject since he's both the bridesmaid and best man.

"Excuse me Mister "Better option". Can't you tell you're crushing my dear MC's wedding right now? Such proposals are made before a bride gets married to her groom!!! NOT during the time she's getting married." Rio reprimanded Gilbert even though he looked heartbroken you were getting married.

Gilbert taps his cane, ignoring him.

"Listen here, Rhodolite. I'll make things quick." Gilbert states as he looks over at Chevalier, the new king of Rhodolite.

"Give me the little bunny or I'll destroy your country.", He looks over at you next, his voice sweet but dripping with venom as he looks at your wedding dress and says, "I'd do anything to make you mine"

Gunshots heard in the background further supported his statement as guards fell dead and guests panicked....

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[dreamofjoys]

DAY 5 — Man handling

Characters: Danfeng (HSR), Chevalier (IKEPRI)

C/W: afab/fem reader, manhandling

Please read my main masterlist post before proceeding

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♡ Danfeng (HSR) ♡

"You are always so easy to please, my dear." Danfeng's hand trailed down from your breast, to your stomach and lower to your womanhood. His skilled fingers rubbing circles on your small bud, stimulating and edging you at the same time - as he denies you of giving what you want to you. "Please put it inside me already..." You begged your lover, lifting your hips up to grind yourself on his hand. "Since you asked so nicely, I shall give you a treat." In an instant, you found yourself being flipped over on your stomach as Danfeng's cock enters your pussy from behind. You let out a loud moan as his cock hits on your g-spot with dead accuracy, making your whole body shutter in delight. "Hmm... if I remember correctly, you were able to moan louder in this position." You were flipped back to your previous position again, baring your naked body to your lover. Danfeng maneuver your legs, pushing your knees up to touch your breast as he resumes back to his relentless fucking. The rest of the night was spent with Danfeng manhandling your body to his liking just so that you can scream his name the loudest.

♡ Chevalier (IKEPRI) ♡

“I recall that you prefer something that is harder and more intense.” Chevalier smirks, pulling your body down by your waist as his cock enters and hits your pussy like a truck. Your legs shook at the sudden pleasure, a scandalous moan escapes from your lips as Chevalier lifts up both of your legs to rest them on his shoulders, opening your insides bigger so that he can drill his cock further into your pussy. A tear escapes from your eye as you let out a choked sob, your body instinctively turns away from the overwhelming pleasure but Chevalier was quick to pin you down by your waist to prevent you from escaping.

“O-oh Chevalier, I-it’s too much-“

“I know, Simpleton.”

Chevalier was quick to pull out. His hands that were gripping on your waist lifts you up so that you were no longer lying on the bed. He removed your legs that were on his shoulders and positioned you in a way that you were wrapping your legs on his waist with his hands on your back supporting you. Feeling dazed and confused, you tilt your head slightly, beckoning your lover to tell you what’s on his mind. Chevalier however makes no respond to your queries. He simply slides his shaft back inside you, fucking you in an upright position. “Oh my god!” You screamed at the new position that you were fucked at. Chevalier smirks and lean forward to capture your lips in his, drowning out your moans and screams. He loves it when you make noises like this.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

The Littlest Lelouch

Characters: Clavis Lelouch, unnamed wife, OC (baby), brief cameos

Rating: pg13 (?)

Genre: Saccharine fluff, dash of angst, humor (sfw)

WC: 1,296

Warnings: Mentions of battle/blood/death (none happen on-screen), mentions of pregnancy and birth (none graphic), afab oc/insert and female pronouns, (are babies a tw?), humor of the aerin variety, not proofread, potential minor Clavis route spoilers?

Request?: Yes (currently open? also yes. pls see pinned first!)

Summary: As it would happen, having to work with the bloody beast means often having to pick up after said beast, or even indulge in the sins of war. Unfortunately for Rhodolite palace’s resident mischief maker, the call of his duty could not have come at a worse time.

A/N: Apologies if it is a bit OOC or would benefit from better pacing, I haven't read Clavis' route in a bit and he's a little tricky to nail at times without me getting cliché. (Sorry this one isn't gender neutral, for the folks familiar with my general fluff.) I worked to the best of my current ability, as the request was a bit vague. Feel free to stop by and request again sometime, nonnie!

          Clavis’ wife was due soon, expecting their first child amidst the frills and flowers that come with Spring. And excited they were to welcome the newest member of the Lelouch gang when Clavis suddenly receives summons for a round table meeting. It isn’t until much later that he returns, brows furrowing as he walks through the doors to the couple’s shared room at the palace.

         “Dearie me,” Clavis starts, running a singular gloved hand through his lilac locks, boring holes into the wall as he figured out how to best break this to his very pregnant wife. No amount of trying to haggle with the court would get him out of this, much as he tried. Hesitantly, Clavis’ wife pipes up, wanting to console her husband who seems he may fray at the seams any moment.

         “What’s wrong, Clavis? Cat got your tongue?” She jokes, waddling over best as she can, causing Clavis to fret and meet her halfway. He is far too overprotective sometimes, she feels, but understands he is that way out of sheer love for her.

         “Council was held today.” Clavis starts, receiving an acknowledging hum from his wife. At his uncharacteristic pause, she nods, gently trying to urge him to continue his train of thought. “I will have to be away for a while,” and in true Clavis fashion, he tries to soften the blow the best way he knows how.

         “Oh, but don’t you both go missing me too much. I know just how to console my lovely, dearest wife-”

         “Clavis.” If he insists on acting fine, then she will shoulder it for them both and allow him to save face.. this time. “I’ll miss you too, darling. Please come home safe.” With eyes that look like he is trying his best to hold back tears, Clavis dons his most convincing smile, gently pulling his wife in as closely as he comfortably can by her waist.

         “I knew you couldn’t resist your handsome husband,” he murmurs, pressing a loving kiss to her lips, fitting every apology known to man in the sincere way Clavis cherishes her so. Pulling away, he rests his head atop hers, cursing his fate and drasted brother for nearly ruining yet another special occasion in his life.

…

         As the fateful day comes, Clavis parts from his beautiful wife, reassuring her he will be fine just as much as she does him. Riding off atop his royal steed, he waves farewell without looking back, steeling himself and all of his best inventions to end this damn thing as early as physically possible. In his plan, he hopes to lure out the enemies and confuse them with his myriad of (smoke) bombs, so that he and Chevalier may be able to finish with time to spare.

         “If I miss my child’s birth, this time I really will kill you,” Clavis threatens. At this, Chevalier simply scoffs and rides away. Cyran shakes his head, a mundane ordeal when it comes to these two.

         As fate would have it, back at the castle, just a few days after the second and third prince had set out to quell skirmishes along the borders, his wife goes into labor. It would seem the third prince’s child was not a very patient one, wishing to meet everyone as quickly as possible. Panic spreads, the early arrival of the baby having the maids rush to get everything together shortly after her water breaks. Though her husband is not present in body, he is present with her in spirit, and in all of the reading they had done together to better prepare themselves for their little one’s arrival.

         After many painful hours, a cry is heard, and thus the third prince of Rhodolite and his wife welcome a tiny baby Lelouch into the world. Hardly visible for how light a color it is, there are the smallest tufts of the signature lilac stands upon her head, and piercing eyes of gold. Having already decided upon possible names beforehand, his wife holds baby Felicia (a tribute to Clavis’ late mother Leticia) in her arms, exhausted but moved to tears over the life they created, together.

         It isn’t until two full days later, that Clavis returns home. The congratulations he receives upon his arrival is both the best and worst of news, for he is grateful they are both alive and well, but terribly distraught to have missed the birth of his first child (and being unable to support his wife as she always does him). He quickly stops by the baths, not wanting to greet them with blood still on his person.

         Gingerly, Clavis makes his way to where he finds both of his Lelouch girls, heart caught in his throat at the sight. Upon his arrival, their daughter is waving her hands around, trying to grab at her mother while she rocks her gently and sings. The gentle smile on her face brings back bittersweet memories, and an ache for a loved one he will never see again. He knows how loved their child will be, even in the most cursed depths of the royal court, and vows to never allow a hair on their heads harm, lest their enemies summon the nightmare that is Lelouchian fury above them. (Assuming they can read the warning letter.)

         “Welcome home, Clavis.” Having spotted him out of the corner of her eye, Clavis’ wife brandishes her grin his way, the glow apparent from what he could only describe as “the light of a thousand- no, a million- no, a hundred million suns!”

          “And say hi to your daddy, Felicia,” she coos, patting the baby’s back gently as she sits up further in bed. “But please don’t learn from his example.” Clavis theatrically slaps a hand over his chest, looking exasperated, as if he hasn’t the faintest clue what she could be referring to.

         “What better example would she have to learn from, aside from my most lovely wife?” Clavis sits at the edge of the bed by her side, leaning in to place a kiss to her forehead, lingering at her scent. “Would you rather she learn from one of my brothers?” At her grimace, he laughs, husky and warm and everything deliciously Clavis.

         “I was hoping Sariel could tutor her the way he did me,” she jokes, enjoying the look Clavis shoots her. “I’m kidding, love. Honestly.” He is still grimacing when she stifles her laugh. “Would you like to hold her?”

         Nothing in the world could have prepared Clavis for the reaction of finally getting to hold his beautiful, delicate baby girl in his arms… only to have her immediately begin wailing. Clavis tries everything he can to get her to stop crying, but she is only finally comforted by the feel and smell of mom, who she has become most acquainted with in her two shorts days on this Earth. A true connoisseur knows how to relish in the saltiest of tears, but these in particular left a sting in his heart. But no matter, he won over his wife’s heart, and he’ll win over his daughter’s affections. Clavis understands the appeal of being in his wife’s arms, he must admit, only slightly jealous of all her attention not being on him now.

         And if there’s anything that made Clavis happier than his wedding and the birth of his child, it’s that his little girl would prove to show her affections with signature Lelouch pitfalls. Clavis-patented, Yves-tested, Felicia-approved.

[onceonafullmoon]

A Marionette's Ball

Yan! Chevalier x Fem! Reader x Yan! Gilbert

Tw!! Manipulation, threats of violence, implied captivity, period typical misogyny and Gilbert Von Obsidian himself

You didn’t tame shit; you were at best, a sacrificial lamb sent to curb the hunger of a ravenous tiger, only to end up becoming a plaything instead of a meal.  And now you were here, having somehow fooled another apex predator into thinking you were some sort of beast in your own right.

-----

You need to stop fiddling with your necklace.

You know you need to calm down, but doing so is another story; you can practically feel the weight of everyone’s stares on you, not malicious, but prying still in their curiosity.

And it’s tough fighting the urge to snatch one of the champagne flutes off of the waiter's plates and down it in one gulp, but the subtle warning of Chevalier’s fingers pressing at your waist helps you forget the idea.

Right.

Just make a good impression and then you’ll get to go back to your own schedule with only one scrutinizing set of eyes on you.

It’s almost impossible to mess this up anyways, with all the effort Sariel has been putting into making you a “true lady befitting of a prince”.

Ha.

The audacity of that claim makes you laugh. 

As if you had a choice in any of this. 

As if you were something more than a puppet on a string pulled by the most powerful man in the kingdom.

Nevertheless, you pushed through the lessons easily enough, it was, at the very least, an escape from Chevalier’s smothering presence, although you would rather have buried your nose into a good book instead.

At any rate, it doesn’t seem like much of your work will be put into play considering the way that Chevalier has you glued to his side.

You suppose you get the hostility, he’s always been a touch smothering even before… this, and it doesn’t help that princes from other nations are currently visiting too.

Not that you would have the opportunity to meet any of them considering how anal Chevalier was about your “safety”.

In fact, if it were a year ago when you were still “unruly” he would have probably kept you chained in his room the whole time.

Well, if all good behavior amounted to was this then you probably could have thrown a fit to get yourself locked up again. Now it was too late, and you were stuck smiling fakely at some random noble who came to give his greetings. 

“My, my, if it isn’t the mystery woman that everyone’s been wondering about. Everyone’s been wondering about the one who stole the Chevalier Micheal’s heart, it's a pleasure to finally be able to meet you.” The nobleman, who you recall vaguely being named Lord Wessley, greets you with a certain, subtle prying look on his face as he studies you.

“Oh, you flatter me, but I’m afraid I’m not much to speak of. Any compliments should be redirected towards my fiancé.” You smile, cringing at the use of the word fiancé but happy enough with the way Chevalier’s brow furrows ever so slightly in annoyance.

You can almost hear his voice ringing out in your ears.

“If you have enough time to dish out praise, then you have enough time to do something useful with yourself, simpleton.”

“Praise worthy indeed!” Another man cuts in, rudely, albeit he’s possibly a bit drunk already. “An arsenal of military feats, a genius intellect that only appears once a century, and now a bride to be, you’re truly something else Prince Chevalier!”

You have to try your hardest to bite back the laugh bubbling up in you and Chevalier slightly grimaces.

Wessley furrows his eyebrows slightly at the intrusion but doesn’t comment, or rather, doesn’t get the chance to comment as he’s interrupted again. 

“And what a beauty she is, I can see why you’ve kept her locked up away from the rest of us!”

And now you are no longer smiling.

Karma really is a bitch.

The grip around your waist tightens and you find yourself conflicted about whether to celebrate the (hopefully only) verbal lashing this misogynistic bastard will get or to intervene for the sake of this very clearly drunk man.

Empathy wins out in the end, but also because you don’t trust Chevalier not to immediately jump at the chance to “incidentally” find this man charged with treason.

“I’m flattered by praise, truly, but you look a bit sickly to me, are you feeling alright?”

He opens his mouth to reply, but you cut him off smoothly.

“Poor thing, I bet you can hardly stand, much less answer coherently, but there are several couches in the foyer for you to rest at. I’d escort you myself but, considering the circumstances, perhaps Lord Wessley can escort you instead?”

Of course, Wessley himself isn’t too keen on leaving the conversation, seeing as he probably started it to discuss his own business. But when you phrase it in such a way of offering good will, he can’t refuse. 

With a furrowed brow he replies in kind and leaves.

Perhaps Sariel’s lessons did come in handy, you think as you find yourself alone again.

A sigh from Chevalier has you mending your thoughts, not completely alone, unfortunately.

“How bothersome.” He grumbles, finally letting his arm drop from your waist.

“Yeah, being stuck around someone you can’t stand, tell me about it.” 

He gives you a look which would scare the living daylights out of even a battle hardened soldier, to which you innocently smile at.

You know him well enough to know when you’re actually in trouble.

“What? Just offering some words of support in your trying times Prince Chevalier, now wipe that look of murder off before our guests get any ideas.”

Your smile dips into a frown when instead of falling for the taunt he smirks at you.

“Prince Chevalier? I recall being referred to as fiancé earlier.”

You narrow your gaze, regretting your earlier decision to speak.

“Don’t read much into it, you’ll strain your eyes trying to find nothing.”

He simply smirks again.

“Complacency is a dangerous thing isn’t it?”

He leans in closer, tilting your head up, sending roils of annoyance and slight embarrassment through you as you fix your eyes on his face, unwavering from his.

“...It’d be a shame for you, if all your efforts were for naught.”

He chuckles derisively, letting you go. 

“Now, wipe that look of murder off before our guests get any ideas.”

You glare at him, annoyed that he used your words against you, before deciding to make a tactful retreat.

“Now that I’ve taken care of your nuisances, I’m taking care of mine for a bit and freshening up. Does that please your highness, or should I stay tethered to your side for another hour?” 

He scoffs. 

“Just don’t get lost, simpleton.”

To use Clavis’s terminology, the Cheva translation of that would mean: “Go ahead, but if you aren’t back in 10 minutes I will find you and there will be consequences.”

“...Whatever your highness wishes.”

—

You supposed Chevalier already knew that you weren’t going to the bathroom to freshen up, rather instead to find a private area to ruminate at being bested by him once more, and that almost made you even more upset.

It’s stupid that you’re even angry, you know that there's no winning a fight against him. It was already a given that he would twist your words around in an attempt to make you succumb to him, and yet…

You furrow your brow as you turn the corner.

It was all you could do, if you could annoy him, even just a bit then that would be victory enough… 

At least it should be, if you didn’t get carried away with it.

But damn you for having a competitive streak and damn him for pointing out the one idea that would make you sick to your stomach.

(Although, maybe if you thought about it more, you would find it was only his own sick desires taking form in his words.)

“Complacency, my ass.” You mutter, as you push open the door to the library.

Despite this being originally Chevalier’s domain, you’ve also been quite the avid reader, and so any time alone with books was welcome. And even if you weren’t alone… well at least he had the sense not to disturb you, outside of his general presence.

Scanning the room when you enter, you find your eyes catching on the rows of bookshelves before halting when you see the shape of a figure, dimly lit by a candle.

You frown slightly.

While there were no set rules against entering a host’s library, it was still considered bad taste to enter rooms you weren’t explicitly given access to. Not that this person seemed unaware of it, judging by the lofty coat you could make out they seemed to be born into wealth.

Well, you weren’t exactly a shining beacon of manners either, considering that you were ditching your debut ball in order to sulk in the corner of a dark room because your captor/fiancé bested you in a game of wits.

Although, when you put it that way, your life does sound significantly more ridiculous.

You, albeit hesitantly, decide to give the person the benefit of the doubt and approach them to direct them back to the ball.

“Excuse me?” You call out, nearing the figure. “Are you lost?”

They turn around, and it becomes apparent that they’re a man. But not just any man, you realize, as a few more details come to light that have you suddenly freezing in place.

First, the dark crimson eye that gazes upon you while the other hides behind a black eye patch.

Second, the black cane who’s shiny finish glints in the candle light.

And lastly, the golden encrusted emblem, signature of an Obsidianite.

“Oh no, I’m exactly where I need to be.” Gilbert Von Obsidian responds cheerfully.

…

You suddenly have the sense that you’ve, to use words that Chevalier claims are “crude and boorish”, absolutely fucked up.

To be fair to you, you hadn’t been able to see even a glimpse of any foreign princes, much less would you have predicted that the damn Prince of Obsidian was going to be there, or more accurately here, in your lovely library safe space. 

It’s not often that anyone other than Chevalier makes you stumped on what to do these days, but that goes to show how dangerous complacency really is.

“Prince Gilbert.” You finally manage to greet, falling into a practiced curtsey. 

When you pull your head back up, he has an innocuous smile on his face, eyes crinkled slightly.

“No need to lower yourself, (Name) (Last Name), soon enough we’ll be on the same social standing won’t we?”

Oh, of course he knows who you are, couldn’t make it any less difficult for you could he? Still, the provocation (actually, whether he knew it as a provocation or not was a matter to be unseen yet) of your future engagement has you irritated as well as afraid.

“You never know what might happen.” You respond neutrally. “I’d hate to offend because I grew cocky.”

“Cautious, aren’t you?” He questions.

“That’s a good trait to have, although, I can’t say I would’ve thought the woman who tamed the Brutal Beast would be so meek.”

You want to laugh at his attempt at a jab, because he couldn’t be closer to the truth.

You didn’t tame shit; you were at best, a sacrificial lamb sent to curb the hunger of a ravenous tiger, only to end up becoming a plaything instead of a meal. 

And now you were here, having somehow fooled another apex predator into thinking you were some sort of beast in your own right.

But even still, you couldn’t help the words that poured out of your mouth.

“I would argue that being meek and being cautious are entirely different, but it must be difficult to understand from your perspective.”

“That so?” He hums. “What’s your view then?”

“That you can’t tell the difference, because for you, someone who has been powerful and feared for so long, there’s hardly any need for subtlety when dealing with others. For people like me, discretion is a necessary tool.”

A tinge of bitterness seeps into your tone as you respond, or maybe it's jealousy; you can’t tell. 

But it’s enough to make Gilbert pause, facing you, seemingly looking at you like he hasn’t seen you before, his eye glinting with something akin to interest. 

Oh.

Shit.

You’ve always had a bad habit of overplaying your hand during your time with Chevalier, possibly because you were so used to a lack of consequences due to his soft spot. It would’ve been better and safer for him to believe you were Chevalier’s little trophy wife and suffer the stab it would take to your ego. 

“...I suppose that “genius’s thinking alike” must be true, for you to be able to make such a succinct assumption about me.” He smiles, this time his eyes glinting with something darker.

“...I wouldn’t go so far as to imply that Prince Gilbert.” You say, desperate in your attempt to backtrack.

“Oh? Cowering now, are we?” He asks, the smile on his face growing more predatory. “And here I thought you’d be more vicious.”

He’s clearly trying to pry at you, to goad you into snapping at him, but you’ve since realized that the playing field had favored him from the start and you’d do better to avoid the trap he’d set for you.

“...I think you have rather high expectations, that you might think of me similar to the company I keep.”

“And you’d be right.” He says, drawing himself closer to you, even more empowering as he draws near, his red eye glistening like the blade of a knife.

You find yourself wanting to run, like the terrified lamb you are in the face of the threatening jaws of the beast in front of you.

But you don’t.

Because these damn beasts are always just toying with you, never daring to go for the killing blow.

He towers over you, clearly trying to get a reaction out of you, but you find that you can’t quite summon up the effort to change your expression.

“…”

“…”

Moments pass and his eye widens a bit, seemingly shocked at your lack of expression.

“You aren’t scared, are you?” He states, more as a fact than a question as he pulls himself away to an appropriate distance.

You shrug as if to say you don’t quite care, but you felt like laughing.

The truth is, he’s wrong. 

You’re constantly scared, every single day of your life.

When you wake up, when you go to sleep, you’re filled with horror constantly, terrified by the man who lays beside you. Every move you make is calculated and stuff, made in fear of the blades, not set to cut you, but rather everything you know and love.

Even now you’re scared, not quite by the prospect of death, but by the fact that it doesn’t scare you.

The fact that you would rather accept freedom in the form of being removed from your earthly ties than to live another life being tethered to this life scares you, because you know death is the only way you’ll be safe from him.

It brings you only slight ease that despite his best efforts of chasing perfection, Chevalier still only amounts to a man.

Gilbert’s laugh snaps you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the man in front of you.

“That’s excellent!” He says, toothy grin lighting up his face, eye lighting up like he’s a child who’s found a new toy to play with.

Somewhere deep down you can feel a familiar sense of dread forming in the pit of your stomach that only comes with Chevalier, almost like deja vu.

It shouldn’t surprise you, after all it’s said that the prince of Obsidian is a genius only the likes of Chevalier could rival. It’s the type of gossip you used to absentmindedly listen to while busying yourself walking down the streets.

Still, you’ve survived Chevalier, albeit with your share of scars, you can handle at least one chance meeting with another snobby prince.

“Are you done threatening me then Prince Gilbert? I believe my fiancé is looking for me.” You say, keeping your tone neutral.

He chuckles, that wide, creepily childlike smile still on his face as he hears you speak.

“Of course. Tell Prince Chevalier that I congratulate him on finding such an interesting toy.”

“Of course.” You mimic, turning on your heel to leave. “Perhaps next time we can meet in a more fitting setting rather than the library, Prince Gilbert.”

Petty, yes, but he doesn’t seem affected by the rebuttal you throw his way judging by the small laugh he lets out as you leave.

Toy, huh?

You think, as you find yourself retracing your steps back to the ballroom. 

More fitting than lover that’s for sure, but you doubt even a genius like Gilbert would understand from just a glance that that was the case, rather he meant it in a dismissive manner.

But still, you can’t help the bitter smile that appears on your face at the statement.

Because you would end up back at Chevalier’s side, and either through your expressions or through his own logic system that you couldn’t possibly fathom, he would understand everything that happened. And then, like always, you would end up locked up in a cage while, ironically, the beast who should be locked in there would prowl around, growling at anyone who came close, possessive of his toy.

And the worst part is, even though you could see the path paved for you, leading you to your own demise, you still had to follow it, like written in a story, like fate.

And maybe that’s why you smile instead of frown when you see your beloved captor’s face twist into a look of grim understanding as he sees you again, wordlessly gesturing you to draw nearer with his gaze.

Because ironically enough, the only person even close enough to understanding or even changing your situation was the same breed as the monster that possessed you.

And it’s an amusing thought to you.

But if you could see the expression of a certain dark haired man, thinking almost fondly on your interaction, you wouldn’t find it half as funny.

[lettersfromaphrodite]

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smut : 🍑 ; fluff : 🍭 ; angst : 🌧️

ATEEZ

Hongjoong: [16.30] 🍭 // [9.20] 🍭

Seonghwa: [5.26] 🍑 // AO3 link

Yeosang: [00.30] 🌧️

Wooyoung: [22.22] 🍑

Seonghwa x Hongjoong: «Protect Me, My Aurora.» 🌧️🍑🍭🏴‍☠️ // AO3 link | [make me a villain]  🔮 // AO3 link  

Grease! ATEEZ Series 🕺

Yunho: [3.42] 🍑🍭 // AO3 link

Yeosang: [4.57] 🍑🕺

Wooyoung: [15.37] 🍑🕺

Elemental Series 🔥💧🍃🌪️

Hongjoong x Fem! Reader: «do you believe in fate?» 🔮🌧️🍑🍭 // AO3 link

Chan x Fem! Reader: «flames  to dust.» 🔮🌧️🍑🍭 // AO3 link  

STRAY KIDS

Chan: [17.49]🍑🍭🎮

Jisung: [15.44] 🍭 // AO3 link | Jisung: [17.15]🎀🍑🍭

Hyunjin: [3.17]🍭

Sea Shanties Collection 📚🧜‍♂️🏴‍☠️ // AO3 link

Chan: [9.54] 🧜‍♂️🌧️🍭

Minho: «it’s high tide, baby.» 🧜‍♂️🌧️🍑🍭

Wolves! Stray Kids Series 🐺🔮 // AO3 link

Chan: [11.11] 🍭🔮🐺 // [3.21]🍑🍭🔮🐺

Changbin: [23.15] 🌧️🍑🍭🔮 🐺

Jisung: [2.22]🌧️🍑🍭🔮🐺

Hyunjin: [14.23]🍑🍭🔮🐺

Seungmin: [4.55]🌧️🍑🍭🔮🐺

Minho: [1.32]🍑🍭🔮🐺 // [2.31]🍑🍭🔮🐺

Felix: [14.20]🌧️🍭🔮🐺

Jeongin: [20.18]🍭🔮🐺

Royals! Stray Kids Series 👑 // AO3 link

Chan: [16.40]🌧️🍑🍭👑

Changbin: [10.40]🌧️🍭👑

Jisung: [00.00]🍑🍭👑🧛‍♂️

Hyunjin: [8.45]🌧️🍑🍭👑

Seungmin: [20.55]🌧️🍑🍭👑

Minho: [15.54]🍭👑

Felix: [2.33]🍑🍭👑 // [3.32]🍑🍭👑

Jeongin: [17.59]🌧️🍭👑

Vampires! Stray Kids Series 🧛‍♂️ // AO3 link

Chan: [8.58]🌧️🍑🍭🧛‍♂️

Changbin: [17.25]🌧️🍑🍭🎀🧛‍♂️

Jisung: [00.00]🍑🍭👑🧛‍♂️

Hyunjin: [8.03]🍑🍭🧛‍♂️

Seungmin: [8.50]🌧️🍭🧛‍♂️

Minho: [14.56]🌧️🍑🍭🧛‍♂️

Felix: [9.00]🌧️🍭🧛‍♂️

Grease! Stray Kids Series 🕺 // AO3 link

Chan: [2.57]🍭🕺 // [14.57]🍑🍭🕺

Changbin: [19.45]🍑🍭🕺

Jisung: [10.50]🍑🍭🕺

Hyunjin: [20.30]🌧️🍑🍭🕺

Seungmin: [16.02]🍑🍭🕺

Minho: [00.15]🌧️🍑🍭🕺

Felix:  [23.02]🍑🍭🕺

Jeongin: [18.20]🍭🕺

SEVENTEEN

Wonwoo: [23.49]🍭🔮🐺 // AO3 link

Wonwoo x Mingyu: [I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good]🧛‍♂️🍑🍭 // AO3 link

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Sylus (Love and DeepSpace): HEADCANONS: aftercare 🍭 // AO3 link

Childe x Lumine (Genshin Impact): [your love is holy] 🍭 // AO3 link

Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3): [make me feel like I am breathing (feel like I am human) ] 🍭 // AO3 link

Luca Kaneshiro (NIJISANJI EN): [il dolce far niente] 🍭 // AO3 link

Clavis Lelouch (Ikemen Prince): [devoted to you] 🍭 // AO3 link

Keith Howell (Ikemen Prince): [love me like you do] 🍑 // AO3 link

Mikey (Tokyo Revengers): [tornerai da me] 🍑🍭 // AO3 link

Giorno x Mista (JoJo’s Bizzarre Adventures): [4.17] 🍭  // AO3 link

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[klutzyroses]

Like Strawberries

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Yves x Fem!Reader(Not MC)

Word Count: 3068

Summary: After a fun, sensual night, Yves seems to want a repeat, but is too...Yves to ask. So of course, Y/N, more than happy to indulge him, just needs to give him a little nudge.

Tags: Female reader, NSFW, nipple play, Yves being horny, reader is a tease

Minors DNI

"...He's doing it again..."

Y/N thought to herself as she wondered when the Fifth Prince became so...besotted.

Ever since she became his lover, or rather, ever since she met him, she knew that Yves Kloss was what everyone called "a mercurial cat" and he displayed that in almost everything he did. She knew that and loved that about him. It’s what made him so endearing after all. He was a little unpredictable, he was moody, he was somewhat fussy at times but oh so loving. Though recently, the feline prince seemed to have garnered a new…fascination.

It would rarely happen at first. She would feel burning eyes on her and then she would look towards the source, only to find Yves quickly looking away and pretending to do something else. Or would be a bit more touchy and affectionate with her, especially generous with hugs and kisses. It happened more than once, and while she was far from irritated, she had to wonder what had him so fixated on her as of late? Did he want something? Attention perhaps? Y/N had a feeling that even if she asked him directly, the easy-to-fluster Yves would not give her a straight answer. While she had no clue what exactly brought this behavior on, it wasn’t as though she could ask anyone else for an opinion, likely because she was the only one who really noticed the surreptitious gazes her prince threw her way whenever they were more or less alone.

…Yes, just like the one he was giving her at the moment. Those deep blue eyes were locked on her, much like a fascinated cat on a piece of string. If she turned to meet that gaze, he would immediately look away, so this time, she knew to feign ignorance. But maybe this was her chance to investigate a little, to see what had peeked his interests so. Ever so carefully, ever so discreetly, she glanced out of the corner of her eye towards her beloved, trying to follow his line of vision. The prince in question, while baking alongside her, had his head tilted ever so slightly to the side, his eyes trailing up her body in an almost appreciative way before seeming to pause around her chest area. He lingered there for a moment longer before those luminous eyes moved back to the task in front of him. His cheeks flamed up a little as he seemed to mutter to himself inaudibly. Y/N found herself blinking. Was he looking at her chest? Why? She wasn’t wearing anything too out of the ordinary. A moderately modest dress that was open on the collarbone, but that was it. Her perfume was the same as always. She racked her brain for anything that could indicate a reason for his sudden interest in her bust. Then she remembered, a few nights ago, under the covers of his bed, he had been very…very enamored with her breasts then. To a point she could bear no more as he continually teased, pulled and played with her sensitive nipples until she was nearly in tears from the intense pleasure. He really had put her through it that night, but in all honesty…the lady found nothing within herself to genuinely complain about it. There was no point denying she had enjoyed every second of it and had been thinking about it every now and again. Is that what had his rapt attention lately?

‘And I thought Jin was the boob man…my goodness, Yves…’ She couldn’t help but think, suppressing a giggle. Though it seemed like a new fascination the prince himself was discovering, which she thought was cute in a…lewd kind of way.

Sudden as it may be, she hardly minded her lover admiring her body. In fact, she enjoyed the attention, and could very much indulge him if he asked. She would not be averse to having him do to her what he did that night again, though…given how skittish the Fifth prince could be, she couldn’t help but worry that asking him upfront will result in him pulling away out of embarrassment. Or reluctance. But given his now apparent interest, she guessed that he may be as eager to repeat that evening as well. But how to bring it up? She glanced at the mercurial prince as he worked. Asking him directly may be the quickest option…but she could at least try and have some fun with it, no?

~🍓

Y/N fluffed her hair as she watched her reflection in the mirror that early morning. Was this going a little overboard? Yes. Was she doing it anyway? Yes. This was not quite like her, but she couldn’t help the excited giggle that fought its way past her glossy, peony tinted lips. She had woken and taken a bath in sweet scented water and had done her hair into a lovely updo. She was a woman on a mission today and her secret weapon hung tight to her body. The lady didn’t usually dress so…boldly but she couldn’t deny that she looked and felt amazing. Desirable. Irresistible. The dress she had picked for this endeavor was certainly a daring one. A mostly simple pink dress that flowed down to the floor, just barely grazing it because of the heeled shoes she wore to appear just a little more statuesque. The dress was long sleeved, a semblance of modesty to ‘compensate’ for the lack thereof in the area that was most obvious. The dress had a visible plunging neckline reaching down to tease the defined line of her sternum, offering a generous view of her inner side breasts. The corseted bodice pressed down on her chest, perking up and giving a tempting swell to her breasts. Not overly revealing to the point of discomfort or indecency, but just enough to be aware of it. She twirled in the mirror. The fact the dress was in Yves’ color was a nice touch in her opinion. She didn’t really dress up often, especially not like this, but doing it now, she couldn’t help but enjoy herself a little. This would be a very interesting day indeed.

~🍓

Ah, part of her had begun to second guess herself from the moment she saw Rio’s reaction when he came into her room a little later. Though she talked herself into leaving her room, encouraged by her stunned attendant’s ensuing praises-who needed a hype man when she had a Rio?- after he had picked up his jaw from the floor. She received similar reactions from others as she went about the palace. A raised eyebrow from Sariel, a smirk from Nokto, a playful whistle from Jin and many, many compliments from those who laid eyes on her. Now for Yves…

When she got to the office of the domestic faction, she hesitated at the door. This was Yves after all, his reactions to things could be a bit…unpredictable. This could backfire quite badly, spooking him so bad that he avoids her like the plague, worst case scenario. But then again, because this was Yves, he would just critique her appearance, whether it be because of her use of makeup or how her hair was styled and not even really take notice of her all that much. It could happen. But then again, given how everyone else seemed to have very much appreciated her thus far, she at least knew she looked good. She just hoped Yves thought so as well, as this was all for him.

“Come on, Y/N, show time.” She muttered to herself, fixing the collar of the dress, pushing her breasts a little higher, picking up the tea tray she brought with her as an excuse to be there, before knocking on the door and opening it with a pleasant greeting.

“Good morning! Pardon the interruption!” A bright, polite greeting to the room as she stepped in, her heels clicking against the floor lightly.

Silence. Absolute silence. All faction members' eyes were on her, Leon blinking repeatedly, his lips parted in awe, Licht faring no better, his head tilted in confusion. Jin, who had already seen her earlier, had his hand over his mouth to stifle down a laugh at the reaction of the others. And Yves…well…his reaction could be most easily summarized as: 

“???”

Then…

 “!!!”

Followed by…

 “…”

“D…Did I break him?” She wondered if she had ever seen Yves look so flabbergasted. She pushed aside her concern when she felt just a prickle of pride at having rendered 3 of Rhodolite’s princes speechless. It was a boost to the ego, that much was certain. People typically associated femininity with weakness and fragility, but how could that be, when this was the effect one woman could have on multiple men?

“I should do this more often, this is fun! But I shouldn’t let the power go to my head, hihi…” She couldn’t help but think as she simply simpered, delicately walking further into the office.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I thought you might enjoy some tea this morning.” She turned to face them, smiling blithely as she pretended to be oblivious to the shocked atmosphere. 

“My, what’s the matter? You all look like you’ve gotten a shock.” Leon was the first to recover.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. I think you’ve given us all a bit of a shock.” The fourth prince chuckled good naturedly as she smiled in return, placing a hand on her heart delicately.

“So sweet, thank you, Leon.” Her eyes moved to Yves who, for all intents and purposes, was now a statue and had been since she walked in.

“I think…I broke him. Oopsie…” She walked closer to him, touching his arm, causing him to jolt out of his stupor.

“Waaah!? Y..Y/N, I…” The blonde prince cleared his throat before composing himself.

“Sorry. You just look so…breathtaking, I didn’t know what to do with myself.” Her heart fluttered at his words. Being told she was beautiful was always a great feeling, but there was something about hearing it from the man she loved that put her on a different level of happy. If Yves said she was beautiful, it meant that it was the truth and nothing but. This is what spurred her on her quest still as she flushed slightly, as she peered up at him.

“Maybe a hot cup of tea would help clear your head?” Yves looked back at her, his eyes adamantly fixed on her face and not on the cleavage she was practically pressing against him.

“Mm. Sure, I’d like that.” He answered cooly and frankly not he, Licht, Leon, Jin, or even Y/N herself expected her following question. She leaned a little closer to him, a sultry smile crossing her pink lips as she subtly gave him a better glimpse of her cleavage as it pressed against the inside of her dress. She had foregone any jewelry apart from earrings because she wanted nothing to distract from her smooth skin, which proved to be the right choice now, given the effect it had on her beloved. Her beautiful eyes watched him from under her lashes as she posed a seemingly innocent, yet shamelessly suggestive question.

“Would you like some milk with that?” 

Licht had to pick up Yves’ jaw for him.

~🍓

It wasn’t until the evening that while she was on her way to her room, she was whisked away to Yves’ room instead.

“Come with me.” Was all he had said as he pulled her hand. Her heart danced. Was this it? Was she getting what she wanted? She had not left his side that day, because he insisted on her being within sight. To keep her company he said, but she knew it was also to fend off any other who saw her in her seductive, dolled up glory. She had also been ‘unintentionally’ working his nerves the whole day, just waiting for the moment that he would crack. It seemed now that he had indeed cracked. Once in his room, he closed the door and immediately the kissing started. She reciprocated instantly, winding her arms around his neck as she pressed against him, sighing ever so softly in his mouth. They parted for just a moment before meeting in another kiss. And another. And another. When they separated for air, both were panting, their cheeks flushed a lustful, flustered red as they locked eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” She giggled at his honest statement.

“Oh? Is that all you’ve been wanting to do?” His lower lip seemed to stick out a bit as he pouted slightly, averting his eyes.

“No. There’s something else I’ve been wanting to do to you lately.” He gently caresses her sides as her heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

“Yes…?” She encouraged, trying not to seem overly excited. He looked towards her bare skin and then to her eyes.

“Is it alright if I play with you here again? I enjoyed it last time…” He trailed a finger down the line of her sternum, his eyes a little misty with desire, a red hue making its way across his face. Y/N didn't think it would be very mood appropriate if she were to pull away and break into a happy dance right then and there. Instead, she moved to his ear, her lips brushing his ear.

“Do what you want with me.”

~🍓

Yves’s lips trailed down from her lips to her neck, pausing to suckle her skin. She kept her eyes closed, wanting only to savor the sensation as she lay on her back while Yves lavished her with attention. His hands trailed her body, her provocative dress discarded on the floor somewhere, she couldn’t quite remember, nor did she particularly care at that moment. All she cared about was Yves and his dexterous hands on her skin. She mewled when she felt his hand cup her breast, running a thumb across her areola until the bud hardened. Once it was fully hard, he pinched it.

“Oh!” A shiver racks down her spine at the sudden pleasure. She felt his lips curve against her neck as he repeated the action, gently tugging on the bud and rolling it between his fingers. She mewled as he teased the other with the same kind of attention, wanting even more of it. The quick stabs of pleasure going through her body began to quicken with every tug those long fingers give her hardened nipples, right after a pinch would immediately come a pull, then a twist until it felt as though he were playing her like an instrument. She felt like the violin that he excelled at so much as he plucked and flicked her ‘strings’.

“Ahhh, nn! M..more…” She whimpered softly as her hands went up his arms and gripped his shoulders. The response she got in return was a quick and simultaneous pinch of both nipples before the prince in question raised himself slightly to look at her. Those deep blue eyes were slightly darkened from desire as he looked her over before settling on her perky nipples. A slight smirk crossed his lips at the sight of them. They looked like strawberries, red and sweet, ready for eating.

“You’re so beautiful.” She felt that same warmth in her heart as she smiled sweetly at him past her pleasure.

“Oh Yves…” Her soft, love filled sigh soon gave way to a sharp cry as he suddenly twisted a nipple harshly, almost painfully. Though, the stinging sensation is quickly soothed by his wet tongue sliding over the abused bud, giving long, slow licks to ease the ache he just caused. The switch from pain to pleasure made the woman squirm as she rested her head against the pillows, her eyes fluttering closed. 

“Yves…ahh..” She sighed as his lips closed around the mound and startled suckling on it. She leaned her head back as the pressure increased steadily, the bud being pulled by his lips and occasionally flicked by his tongue. That same muscle swirled around her areola, taut with stimulation and only getting tighter as Yves continued to tease her flesh, his fingers skimming her hips and her thighs/ Her thighs squeezed together as the damp heat increased. She bit her lip, her skin heating everywhere he touched her, her own hand slipping into silken blond hair, the soft strands falling between her fingers. Those fingers tightened their grip when Yves found her neglected breast and gave it a firm squeeze. Yves pulled away from her breast, making her pout slightly, only for him to suddenly take the other nipple into his mouth, sucking furiously at it as his hand fondled and massaged the opposite breast.

“Ohhh…” She moaned long and sweet, her back arching towards her lover as his tongue played with the hardened peak. Her eyes met his for a moment, both misty and unfocused from desire and adoration for the other. He removed his mouth slowly, giving one long brush of his tongue and his blue eyes narrowed slightly as his knee slipped between her legs, her thighs clamping down in it for much needed friction. His elegant fingers brushed her cheek.

“I can’t get enough of you…you drive me wild, Y/N…” His adoring whisper was punctuated by the tender caress of his fingers against her skin. He lowered himself and nuzzled her collarbone like the affectionate cat he really was, her hands coming up to pet his hair lovingly, despite being clouded by passion.

“Goodness, you really are such a greedy sweetheart…My sweet hungry kitty.” She cooed softly, teasingly, before she gasped when Yves glared at her and shifted enough to take a vulnerable nipple, the nearest one to him, and gently bit down on it, his tongue then flicked it before removing his mouth for a moment to whisper in her ear, the warmth of his bare skin spreading on hers.

“Well it’s you who did this to me. I, Yves Kloss, demand you take responsibility for being the best thing that ever happened to me.” He purred as he nudged her legs apart. Y/N’s bit her lip as it curled into a seductive smile, formed equally of love, excitement and need as she allowed herself to be engulfed into the bliss of the mercurial cat.

🌸

[norel-ravenclaw]

hello I hope not to bother I would like to know do you still take request for ikemen prince ? If yes Can I please have Luke x fem reader nsfw with the prompts 5. Size difference ?

Thank you

have a nice day :D

Size Difference

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: Luke

Genre: Romantic Erotica

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 2112

Description: Ohoho @queengiuliettafirstlady do you know what unholy joy you inspired in me with this delicious request? Luke Randolph - size kink? Yes. fucking. please.

WARNINGS: | consensual sexual coercion | fingering | piv | unsafe sex | mxw |

“Let’s get out of here.”

Luke grabs my hand and pulls me along the back wall of the ballroom. I’m mentally exhausted after hours and hours of doing business with nobles, and I know he is too. But now we’ve done all we came to do, and evidently my prince lover is ready to get out of his stiff jacket. I feel the same towards my suffocating corset.

We slip through the doors and rush down the corridor, up the stairs, and practically run to his room. The moment the door is closed and locked behind us, we let out a sigh simultaneously.

I slump against the wall and rub a hand across my aching cheeks. Luke lets out another huff of air, and suddenly, he’s boxing me in.

“Oh! Um, hello,” I squeak, instantly intimidated and turned on by his huge frame in front of me.

He leans his forearms on the wall on either side of my head and bumps his forehead against mine. “Hi.”

We just stand there for a moment in the silent room, our breaths still slightly heavy from our rushed exit.

“Ya know, I was just thinking.” He reaches down and takes my hand in his again, lifting them up together and slowly lacing his large fingers with mine. “Your hands are so small and dainty compared to mine. It kinda… turns me on.”

My heart thumps at his husky voice and provocative words.

“All of you is so small. It makes me want to throw ya around like a rag doll. I get so hungry just looking at ya.” His lips brush my ear, his tongue darting out to play with it, teasing.

I gasp, squirming at the sudden stimulation. “Luke…”

“D’ya like it too? How big I am compared to you?” His kisses roam down my jaw.

Little moans and whimpers escape me. “Y-yes. I don’t know why, but I do. You’re so strong. I… like feeling so helpless with you. It’s nice to… to let go.”

He pulls back, his emerald eyes blazing at my whispered confession. “Then I’m gonna make ya let go tonight like ya never have before.”

Pulling me to his chest for a fierce kiss, he then spins me around, pinning me to the wall while he unlaces my gown.

“Ah! L-Luke…”

He sighs in my ear, hiking the expensive fabric up to my waist, then pulling it over my shoulders. I shiver in the cool air, seeing a blur of green and white fabric in my periphery before his hands are on me again. He grabs my hips, turning me back towards him, and I gasp as he kisses me again.

Our tongues meet and entwine while I unbutton his vest and shirt, his deft fingers unlacing my corset. More clothing falls to the floor.

I let out a little squeak as he hauls me over to the chair in the corner, tugging me close as he sits down. Our lips meet again as he quickly unties his boots, tossing them aside. I’m frozen like a deer in the face of the hungry bear, slave to his whims and strength as he stands, pushing me down in his place. He kneels, kissing my thigh while he works off my shoes. His lips caress my sensitive skin as he undoes the garters holding my stockings.

I’m practically panting at this point. “I thought you usually like it when I keep those on,” I mutter, running my fingers through his hair while he works.

“I do.” His eyes meet mine. “But tonight, I want you completely bare for me.”

His strong arm comes around my waist, hoisting me up into his arms before throwing me down on the bed.

Some deeply instinctual part of me takes over, and I crawl back away from him as he kneels above me. Clearly the action riles him up, and he grabs my ankle, effortlessly pulling me back down towards him. He wastes no time in pulling off my lacy undergarments, and quickly relieves himself of the rest of his own clothes.

Our skin gleams with a faint glow of perspiration in the moonlight. Luke crawls over me, grabbing my wrists in just one hand and pinning them over my head on the pillows. Something like a growl resounds from him.

“Do you have any idea what ya do to me?” His lips crash into mine, and he grabs my thigh, easily pulling it to his hip and opening me up to him. The hand that was pinning mine releases them and rushes to my breast. I arch against him as his fingers squeeze and tease the sensitive swells.

“Mmh…! Luke!” My now freed hands go to tangle in his hair. I mewl as his big hands squeeze and massage the flesh of my chest and thigh. His hardness bumps against my mound, his lips sucking on my nipple. I’m already drowning in the sensations.

A sharp gasp escapes me as his length brushes hard against my throbbing clit. “Ah! L-Luke…!”

“I’m gonna make your little body feel so good. Gonna eat ya whole.”

I whimper as his hand comes down between us, and he plunges a thick finger inside me. Burying my face in the crook of his neck, I hold on tightly as he wastes no time in his ministrations. Quickly, a second finger joins the first, twisting and curling deeper inside than my own fingers could ever reach. My body clenches down hard, and he groans.

“Feel good, yeah?” He takes my other nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily. “Ya sure taste good.”

I’m suddenly dizzy with the intense pleasure, my body spasming and bucking wildly beneath my lover’s heavy, muscular body. All I can do is mewl helplessly, his name falling from my lips over and over. The moment his thumb finds my clit, it’s all over. Within thirty seconds, I come hard on his fingers, electric pleasure lancing through me in waves.

“Luke! Gaah!”

He moves up to kiss me, capturing the rest of my sounds with his tongue in my mouth. “Good girl. Just like that.”

Too eager to wait another second, he grabs my other leg, manhandling my body down to align with his. My eyes flick down between us where he positions his thick, raging hard cock at my over sensitive entrance.

He notices, and smirks. “You really like how big I am, don’t ya?” Leaning forward, he starts pushing inside me, spreading me open around his massive girth.

I whimper at the intrusion, the familiar burn having been coded in my body’s instincts to signal anticipation of unbearable pleasure.

He groans, gritting his teeth. “Your tiny body can barely fit me, and yet ya do. God, ya feel so good!” We both gasp as he slowly sinks down to the hilt, filling me up completely.

We freeze there, breathing heavily against each other. His firm body completely covers mine, my softness pressing erotically against his toned angles.

“S-so perfect. So full… Luke you’re so big.” I nuzzle his cheek before pressing my tongue against his lips, inviting him in.

We share a deep, desperate, heated kiss before he finally starts moving. I whine loudly into his mouth, the pleasure of his thick cock dragging at my velvety walls utterly overwhelming. My hips buck against his involuntarily , and through the haze of unbelievable pleasure, I try to match his rhythm.

“That’s it, honey~”

He adjusts his angle as we settle in, and my thighs begin to quiver as he holds them spread wide apart. Every time my hips try to run from the overwhelming sensations, he chases - his large form easily pinning me back down, fucking his cock deeper and making me see stars.

The dark room is filled with erotic sounds as my lover pumps into my soaked hole.

While I’m about to lose my mind from pleasure, he suddenly lifts up, bringing me with him as he turns me onto my side. I shriek in surprise as his cock plunges back inside with my leg over his shoulder. The feeling of being manhandled by him combined with the new spot he’s hitting makes me come undone around him.

Just as a cry starts to leave me, Luke’s big fingers slip into my mouth to muffle the sound. I mewl in ecstasy as he pumps his fingers over my tongue, his hips not letting up their rhythm either.

I shake uncontrollably beneath him as he abuses my sweet spot, drawing out my orgasm.

“That’s it, cum all over me. Give me all of your sweet nectar.”

Looking up at him with tear-filled eyes, I clench hard around him at the sound of his husky voice. The sight of his hair wildly moving over his face, dripping sweat - it’s unreal. I suck more intently on his fingers.

He growls, gripping my calf harder. I hold tightly to the blanket, for dear life really, panting and moaning around his fingers that are clumsily playing with my tongue.

I can feel his hard length twitch inside me, and as those movements increase, he suddenly pulls out again. He drops my leg off his shoulder, roughly grabbing my hips and settling me face down. Breathing hard, he pulls my nearly limp body back towards him, lifting my behind to settle back onto his piercing warmth.

“Agh, L-Luke! I can’t take any more.”

He just laughs. Reaching his hands under me, he plays with my nipples as his muscular thighs push his cock into my spasming core again and again. “Then let me do the work, hm? I can keep going.”

Moving his hands back to my quivering hips, he bodily lifts me back onto him like some sort of sex doll. I moan with every movement as he uses me for his pleasure. Leaning forward, he kisses my shoulders and neck.

Another climax builds and breaks, making me squeeze his massive cock like a vice. He curses and thrusts harder, making the high last and last and last - until I completely break.

My body is sapped of the rest of its strength by his ruthless pumping. All I can do is lie there and drown in the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim, stuffed over and over.

Finally, he speeds up to the punishing pace I know means he’s close. I whine as he pushes me to the edge again, and my body can’t resist the pleasure. We somehow come at the same time, both shaking hard.

He collapses onto me, angling enough to the side so that his whole bodyweight doesn’t rush me, but close enough that the tip of his cock stays pushed against my entrance, leaking pearly fluid that drips down to my clit.

His hand immediately finds one of mine, bunched in the sheets, and wraps it in his own.

“Ya take me so good. I don’t know how you do it. It looks like ya couldn’t possibly stretch that far without breaking.”

His words go straight down between my legs, and my hips jerk in arousal. He chuckles darkly, grabbing me and pulling me back onto his cock before it softens too much. I gasp and try to squirm away, but he rolls us onto our sides and wraps himself thick thigh around my own to trap it.

“Yeah, like this.”

I mewl, shaking helplessly as he reaches around to run his fingertips around my stretched hole. “Luke! Y-you’re gonna kill me.”

Nuzzling my ear, he kisses it and whispers, “Is that why you’re throbbing around me so hard?”

I struggle in vain to escape while he languidly rubs my puffy clit.

“Come on, give me one more and I’ll let ya sleep a little before round two.”

“What?! Ahh!”

My hips jerk as he thrusts a little, rubbing my sensitive pearl hard and fast. I try to move his hand away, but he’s too strong. Before I know it, he’s making me cream around his cock again, some of our cum gushing out.

He moans in my ear, finishing me off thoroughly before he finally stops. I lie there against his chest panting and writhing from the aftershocks, inadvertently fucking myself on his hardening length.

“Ahh! I-I can’t. I’m sorry, love, I can’t do more. ‘M too weak…”

Luke chuckles and sighs. “Don’t worry, honey, leave it to me. What’s the point of having these muscles and stamina if I can’t take good care of my sweet little fiancée?” He kisses along my neck. “All you have to do is lay there and let me take you. I don’t mind at all~

“…Mkay.”

[riveranova]

(A/N): Because CHRONOS might take a little longer I come bearing this gift as an apology, hehe. Some go' ol' Licht smut!

Riding Lessons - Licht Klein x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, riding (obviously lmao), mentions of bruises

Character: Licht Klein, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.540

"I'm telling you; he hates me!"

''You just don't try hard enough''

,,I beg your pardon?!''

"He can feel it"

,,Licht! Why aren’t you on my side here?!''

You have been practicing riding with Licht since the early hours of the morning. You've been wanting to try it for a while but didn't want to bother Licht because he already had enough work to do as is. However, one day when he saw you practicing (and failing) alone with a rather wild mare, he forced you to practice with him, so he could watch over you.

Licht found a stallion who was generally quite calm and saddled him up for you. However, after you mastered mounting up, the disaster began. The otherwise calm animal didn't seem to like the idea of you on his back at all and tried to get you off him in every way possible.

Luckily there was Licht, who usually caught you immediately.

"I'm not on his side," he defended himself as he picked you up off the ground and took the horse's reins. "you're just too nervous for him".

Grumbling, you stood up and brushed the sand from the training ground off your new breeches. ,,Oh I’m sorry. I'll try to fall off his back calmly. That surely makes it easier'' you sighed and grabbed the reins. Licht smiled softly and patted your head, "Don't give up. Come on, I'll help you up again''.

It was getting late when Licht and you went into the stable together to clean the horse and put him in his box. You managed to stay on the horse’s back for an entire five minutes. After that, the animal probably got bored and threw you to the ground, only to trot out to Licht and stood behind him – looking awfully smug.

Licht insisted that you rested while he combed the horse's brown mane and coat. It wasn't until you sat down on the wooden box next to the two that you realized how much your limbs hurt. You whimpered softly as you pressed on one of your fresh bruises. Licht looked over his shoulder "You went through a lot today, huh?" he gently brushed some hair off your face and cupped your chin in his hand. He slowly turned it towards him to kiss you on the forehead. "Wait, I'll take you to my room. Then I'll take care of you'' with a last little smile, he turned back to the animal and led it into one of the empty boxes. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Licht had always been a bit reserved - only recently, since the two of you were a couple, did he start opening up to you. Small gestures like kissing your forehead or random headpats were becoming the norm now, but they would always be special to you.

A little later, Licht closed the stable doors and, without warning, lifted you into his arms. "I can walk, it's fine-!" came your protest, Licht looked down at you "I know". With a sigh you accepted your fate and Licht carried you into his room.

Once there, he sat you down on his small sofa and opened a drawer. He glanced at you when he noticed you were staring at him, ‘’Get undressed’’. You blinked at him, and Licht sighed, "How else am I supposed to put lotion on your scratches?" Slowly you came out of your stupor and started to laugh a little ,,Hahaha... haha, right! That makes sense! Haha…''. Licht turned back to his closet, a grin on his face "You weren't thinking of anything else, were you?" He closed the drawer and came back with a small bag. You slowly began to undo the buttons of your jacket, while Licht's gaze did not leave your body. "You... could wear pants more often," he murmured. Your eyes shot to his. A light, rosy tone made itself present on his cheeks and he cleared his throat, ,,...What?''. You pushed your jacket off your shoulders "I usually wear dresses or skirts...I think that suits a prince's girlfriend better than-" you couldn't finish your thought because Licht grabbed your arm and started putting cream on your bruises while grumbling, "What are you talking about? You can wear whatever you want. It's nobody's business what you wear.''. Smiling sightly you turned your head to the window ,,You're right... if you don't mind, then I'd like to wear some more often...!''. Licht cleared his throat ,,I said wear what you want. I… am all for it,” he mumbled the last part, putting the bag on the table and looked down at your legs. ,,Your pants. Take them off too''. With red cheeks you unbuttoned them, Licht's gaze was heavy on your thighs.

When your pants were lying next to the jacket on the armrest, Licht pulled one of your legs up onto his lap and started putting cream on it. "There aren’t as many on your legs as on your arms… '' he murmured and you gave a short laugh, ''Yeah, lucky me I fell on my face rather than my legs, huh?''. Licht looked up, his features unsure, "I didn't mean it like that...''. You giggled, pulled him towards you and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I know, don't worry" you giggled as you wanted to lean back, but Licht's hands wrapped around your waist and with a jerk you were sitting on his lap. "L-Licht?" You stopped giggling, cheeks flushed and you turned slightly to face him. Burning red eyes looked down at you, something hungry in them. "I still have to take care of your thighs"' even his voice sounded a lot lower than before as he started treating your thighs. You notice that he was squeezing much harder than he had to - almost as if he was massaging hem. His touch alone made you feel heat between your thighs. Licht's breath was hot on your neck as he placed small kisses on it. "All day I see you running around in those pants... Do you know how hard it was not to drag you into the stables and fuck in the hayloft?" his voice was as low as a growl. You caught your breath as his fingers wandered higher and higher up your thighs. You clenched your thighs and turned on his lap, "Why didn't you say anything?" Licht blinked briefly and then laughed, ‘’So I could have just told you?'' Suddenly he stood up with you on his lap and sat down on his bed with you. "You're not very good with horses yet, but I know you're pretty good at riding other things." Your face grew hot - you were sure your face could rival a tomato. That statement was so unlike Licht, it certainly did something to you. It was clear what Licht was getting at and the longer you sat on his lap, the clearer your own arousal became.

Licht seemed to notice this as well, as he sat himself in the middle of his bed only to have you sit directly on his already hard cock, which was making itself  present in his pants. A shiver ran down your spine – partly because you were almost completely naked. Licht cocked his head to the side, "And? Are you ready for part two of your riding lessons?''.

Licht's hands were heavy on your thighs, the sounds of skin slapping against skin was all you could hear. With one hand in front of your mouth and your eyes half open, you rode him up and down in an uneven rhythm while Licht's hands made sure you stayed on your lap so that you didn't just tip over to the side. His eyes took in the sight of you, never leaving your body once. Except for a slight growl here and there, he hardly made any noise. He preferred to listen to your moans, which almost sounded like whining, because you were so full of lust that you couldn't manage to get out a moan.

One of Licht's hands left your thigh and wrapped around your waist lead you down onto his chest. The hand you held in front of your mouth left and clawed at the bed sheets next to Licht's chest. You buried your face between his neck and shoulder. Licht kept letting you set the pace, waiting for you to start moving again. You were both close to your climax when he started thrusting into you from below, making you emit a loud moan. He matched your rhythm and grabbed your ass with his still free hand while the other began massaging your thigh.

A little while later, you came with a long groan, giving Light enough time to pull out of you and come between your stomachs with a deep growl.

With shaking arms, you sat up and looked at him. His head was laying slightly sideways on his pillow and he looked at you with half-open eyes. He pulled you in to kiss you on the lips, only to pull away a little to whisper against them.

"Our riding lessons are really paying off, aren't they?"

[omkookie]

• ⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ • smut, catboy stuff

Catboy!Silvio who finds others’ scent on you very unpleasant, so he rubs himself against you all day long to mask it with his own. He rubs his cheek against yours, snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, and wraps his arms around you to cling to your body for hours.  His soft tail swooshes behind him as you hug him. He allows you to pet him, letting your hand reach up to scratch his ears softly. 

“stop treating me like a pet” he'll hiss with a pout before he snuggles against you, the gems on his fancy collar dangling.

your fingers continue to scratch behind his sensitive ears.

He's almost purring as he melts underneath your touch. His hips rut against yours while he's practically draped over your body, His bigger frame towering over yours.

“I want you” He whines, clinging to you desperately before he licks your neck, leaving a possessive little bite on it. he pounces on you impatiently, hissing and biting your neck as he pins you down and holds your hips.

He'll rub his head against yours as his soft ears flicker. His fingers trying to undo the zipper of your pants before he's shoving himself into your ready cunt, The spines on his dick making you feel the whole experience more intensely. 

He claws your clothes, feeling annoyed by all of the fabric that's getting in his way of mating you. His cat ears flick in impatience as he tears your clothes off.

His eyelids droop when he flips you onto your back and kisses you. His lips immediately latching onto yours as his hands knead your soft skin. 

“Silvio..-” you moan his name, making his ears flatten against his head as he looks at you needily. He's very much purring as his mouth latches onto your nipple, suckling on it like a little kitten would while his cock pumps his hot cum into you, The little ridges and bumps on his dick making you feel ecstatic every time he thrust it in.

@xbalayage come get this kitty 😌

[dreamofjoys]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

— Act like an Angel, Dress like crazy

Participating fandoms: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail (HSR), Twisted Wonderland (Twst), Ikemen Prince (IKEPRI), Ikemen Villain (IKEVIL), Lovebrush Chronicle (LBC), Wuthering Waves (WuWa), Love and Deepspace (LADs)

Please read the whole post before proceeding!

RULES

NO MINORS allowed, 18+ only ; I have said this many times and I will say it again. I do not want minors in this blog reading my fics / interacting with me. I am uncomfortable with it. I will be blocking blank blogs or blogs with no age indicator in their bio.

READ WITH CAUTION. Some kinks/content may not be for you. Content warning will be posted on every fic. Make sure to read them carefully (lmk if i miss out anything!)

DO NOT REPORT my fics! This happened in 2022 & majority of my fics got hidden away, I had a hard time tracking them back as people were requesting for it. If you don't like what I write or hate seeing my content, simply block me and move on. I will also be deleting and blocking hate comments.

THIS YEAR'S KINKTOBER SPECIAL / NOTES:

♡ Event will be divided into 4 series

- Short fic series (short headcannons of 2 characters per day) - Full fic series (more words + features 1 character per day) - Threesome series (you read that right, threesome. enjoy 2 men fucking/fighting over you. or maybe they will cooperate together to make you feel good) - Gangbang / Dragon series (heavily demanded lmao if you have read my fic 'The Dragon's Beloved' then yeah same lineup same characters // expect to be f by multiple dragons // this is for my followers who have been waiting for a long time)

♡ All fics are strictly character/characterS x afab/fem reader

♡ Expect content such as Noncon, Dubcon, kidnapping and etc. They apply to certain fics only

♡ Fics will be posted at 6pm sharp (GMT +8) basically 1hr slower than jp/kr timing - queued posting

♡ As I am typing this, I have yet to finish writting all fics. There may be delays (I hope not because I really want to finish this) Please forgive me if you don't see the full list of fics.

♡ I will not be doing taglist. As mentioned previously, the fics will be queued for posting. I may not be available at that timing to do tagging

♡ To navigate this year's kinktober fics, you can refer to this post for the full masterlist OR search #dreamofjoyskinktober2024 on my blog (in the event that the links on this post does not work)

KINKTOBER SCHEDULE —

SHORT FIC SERIES (separated)

Day 1 ➤ Gun Play ♡ Boothill (HSR) , Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 2 ➤ Mirror Sex ♡ Dr Ratio (HSR) , Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 3 ➤ Hate Sex ♡ Blade (HSR) , Alhaitham (Genshin)

Day 4 ➤ Masochist ♡ Sunday (HSR) , Geshu Lin (WuWa)

Day 5 ➤ Manhandling ♡ Danfeng (HSR) , Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 6 ➤ Clothes Grinding ♡ Zayne , Sylus (LADs)

Day 7 ➤ Somnophilia ♡ Ayato (Genshin) , Malleus (Twst)

Day 8 ➤ Thigh Riding ♡ Nanook (HSR) , Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 9 ➤ Aphrodisiac ♡ Jiaoqiu (HSR) , Neuvilette (Genshin)

Day 10 ➤ Degradation ♡ Cael , Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 11 ➤ Breeding Kink ♡ Zhongli (Genshin) , Lilia (Twst)

Day 12 ➤ Face Sitting ♡ Sunday , Nanook (HSR)

Day 13 ➤ Cock Warming ♡ Neuvilette (Genshin) , Malleus (Twst)

Day 14 ➤ Mutual Masturbation ♡ Chevalier , Gilbert (IKEPRI)

FULL FIC SERIES

Day 15 ➤ Bondage ♡ Blade (HSR)

Day 16 ➤ Vouyeurism ♡ Jingyuan (HSR)

Day 17 ➤ Orgasm Control ♡ Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 18 ➤ Somnophilia ♡ Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 19 ➤ Body Worship ♡ Zayne (LADs)

Day 20 ➤ Corruption ♡ Sunday (HSR)

Day 21 ➤ Monster Fucking ♡ Malleus (Twst)

THREESOME SERIES

Day 22 ➤ Public Sex ♡ Jiyan & Geshu Lin (Wuwa)

Day 23 ➤ Shower Sex ♡ Cael & Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 24 ➤ Oviposition ♡ Neuvilette & Zhongli (Genshin)

Day 25 ➤ Deepthroating ♡ Jingyuan & Blade (HSR)

Day 26 ➤ Spanking/Mating Press ♡ Chevalier & Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 27 ➤ Overblot Smut ♡ Leona & Malleus (Twst)

Day 28 ➤ Daddy Kink ♡ Victor & William (IKEVIL)

Day 29 ➤ Oviposition ♡ DanHeng & DanFeng (HSR)

GANGBANG / DRAGON SERIES

Characters involved for both fics: Neuvilette, Zhongli (Genshin), Malleus (Twst), Danheng, Danfeng (HSR)

Day 30 ➤ Sex Toys

Day 31 ➤ Hunter & Prey

I do not own any of the above characters. Please do not repost/translate/plagiarize any of my works. I do not condone any irl actions of my fics. I made the banners myself. Please do not save/copy.

[aquagirl1978]

Heyy can i please request ikepri keith x fem reader, hugs 12, and 🌶 please?

I have a lot of requests for Keith, and this prompt was so loved, I got it twice (the other was from @curious-skybunny). It's a little bit spicy, a little bit fluffy. @norel-ravenclaw you might find some of your Keith requests woven in here too. Happy Birthday, Keith!

Embraced in Love - Keith Howell x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration event

Pairing: Keith Howell x Reader

Prompt: carrying the other one in their arms

Tags: Spicy/Suggestive; Minors - DNI

“How’s that? Is it too tight?” he asked as he tied the length of fabric around your head, covering your eyes.

Never in a million years would you had guessed that Keith would ask if he could blindfold you. When he asked you, he reminded you that it was his birthday, and that this was his birthday wish. When he put it that way, how could you refuse him?

“No, it’s fine.” Your fingers automatically touched the fabric, surprised by how soft it felt on your skin and how dark your vision had become.

“And how’s this?” Keith asked, lacing his long fingers in between yours as he guided you close to him, seating you between his bent legs. Your vision shrouded in darkness, his breath was hot on your cheek, his lips teasing you, dangerously close as you found yourself leaning into him.

Your lips parted, letting out a pleased sigh as Keith wrapped his long arm around your waist, your body shuddering as your back pressed against his broad, bare chest. 

Locks of his wavy hair fell soft against your forehead; tilting your face towards him, you sought him, his familiar, woodsy scent heavy and fragrant. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his breath soft as a feather against your skin. Nodding, you felt his smile on your cheek, but then he pulled away much too soon. Rather than give you what you sought, you found yourself being lifted into the air, Keith’s strong arms wrapped firmly around your torso as he easily carried you, your arms desperately clinging to his shoulders. 

Despite being unable to see, your body was awash with a sense of feeling safe and protected while cradled in Keith’s arms. A feeling you almost didn’t want to let go of as he laid you down in his soft bed. Bodies pressed against one another, his warmth spread to you, sparking a fire inside.

He dragged his hands down the sides of your body, his fingers lingering over your curves. Pushing your hips against his, you reached out with your hands, searching for hm in the darkness. Your fingers found his shoulders and pulled down the thin material barely covering his skin.

Keith rolled you onto your back; climbing atop you, he traced the outline of your lips with his fingertips, his light touch teasing your senses. He dipped his face to meet yours, his masculine scent heavy in the air. His breath, hot as the sun’s rays, warmed your lips before he captured your mouth in a searing, passionate kiss. 

You were putty in Keith’s hands, as he shaped and molded you, guiding you to meet his every whim that day. His delicate touch elicited the softest moans, his touch growing firmer until you were breathless, until the only word falling from your lips was his name. His words, whispered softly in your ear, teased you and praised you, coaxing you to follow him everywhere he went. Your kisses, soft and sweet on his skin, slowly turned to fierce and biting, leaving pinks marks in your wake.

As your bodies laid bare together in a state of bliss, you looked forward to spending every one of Keith’s birthdays like this, embraced in his love.

Tagging: @redheadkittys @alixennial @rhodolitesroseforclavis @atelieredux @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @queengiuliettafirstlady @queen-dahlia @ikehoe @ikemen-writer @talfollowingstuff @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @altairring @lucyw260 @lordsisterxotome @violettduchess @jet-ivory @bellerose-arcana @yarnnerdally @crypticbibliophile @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @midnightarxsia @wordycheeseblob @wendolrea @aceuuuu @curious-skybunny

[not-krys]

It's that time again! Time to count up all the words and reflect upon the past year.

And, friends, let me just say I'm really super happy with this years numbers, probably the biggest numbers I've seen in a long time.

This year, I had a new years resolution to post at least 1 writing thing per month, no matter its finished state, thus putting out a lot of WIP Wednesdays this year.

But, along with doing all those WIP Wednesdays, I found I was finishing more writing things this year because of it and... it's kind of amazing to see the progress across this year.

For previous Writing Summaries: 2020 2021 2022

For this year's art summary, click here!

And, as always, my masterlist, to see all my fics in one place!

Now, without further ado, let's crunch some numbers!

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Posted Works to tumblr/ao3: 10

-The Traveling Adventures of Mister Fox and Miss Mouse [IkeSen AU, Mitsuhide x fem!Reader]: 986

-Happy Birthday, Vincent [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC), NSFW]: 856

-Family Picnic [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 1,021

-No Time [Ikemen Prince, Rio x Clara (OC)]: 1,110

-Bittersweet [Obey Me, Lucifer x Miri (OC)]: 1,975

-The Traveling Adventures of Mister Fox and Miss Mouse Part 2 [Ikemen Sengoku, Mitsuhide x fem!Reader]: 2,487

-Birthday Carrots [Ikemen Prince, Nokto x Clara (OC)]: 221

-Reaching Out [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 2599

-Kitchen Talks [Obey Me, Solomon & Miri (OC)]: 1,050

-First Kicks [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 1,649

Total Word Count on Published Fanfics: 13,954

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Published WIPs (That were written in 2023 or Updated in 2023): 19

-Starvation [IkeSeries OCs; Houki, Abby, Maddie, Clara, Ophelia]: 1,716

-Love [IkeSeries and Obey Me OCs]: 2,449

-Grey [Ikemen Vampire; Shakespeare, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 391

-No Time [Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Vampire; Rio x Clara, Arthur x Thea (OC)]: 1,012

-Nurture [Ikemen Revolution; Harr x Maddie (OC)]: 588

-Nurture [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire; Houki (OC) x Mitsunari, Ophelia (OC), Theo and Arthur, background Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 2,020

-Father [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Obey Me; Houki (OC), Thea (OC) x Arthur x Theo, Vincent x Abby (OC), Clara (OC) & Mr. Akatsuki, Miri (OC) and Lucifer]: 2,375

-Flowers [Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Prince; Abby (OC) & Vlad, Maddie (OC) & Loki, Clara (OC) & Silvio]: 1,227

-Introduction [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince; Nobunaga & Houki (OC), Vincent & Abby (OC), Nokto & Clara (OC)]: 1,137

-Are You Challenging Me? [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Obey Me; Nobunaga & Houki (OC), Arthur & Isaac & Abby (OC), Lucifer & Miri (with minor appearances of other obey me characters]: 855

-Askbox Trick or Treat [Obey Me; Lucifer]: 254

-Askbox Trick or Treat [Ikemen Sengoku; Mitsuhide]: 157

-Askbox Trick or Treat [Ikemen Sengoku; Masamune]: 373

-Perfect Strangers [Ikemen Vampire; Comte]: 839

-Abandoned [Ikemen Prince, Obey Me; Clara (OC) & Rio, Leviathan & Miri (OC)]: 1,358

-Nobububu 2.0 [Ikemen Sengoku; Nobunaga]: 636

-Diavolo and Miri Snippet [Obey Me; Diavolo x Miri (OC)]: 389

-Unfinished Fictober 2023 Houki and Mitsunari [Ikemen Sengoku; Mitsunari x Houki (OC)]: 216

-Sugar and Spice and…? [Ikemen Vampire; Comte x Leonardo x Preg!Reader, NSFW]: 1,127

Total Word Count on Published WIPs (That were written or updated in 2023): 19,119

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Unpublished WIPs (that were written in 2023): 1

-A Second Glance Part 5: 1,147

Total Word Count on Creative Works for 2023: 34,220

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Essays/Commentary/Asks/Etc: 21

-Ikemen Series Tier List: 225

-Fanfic Writer Asks (Lorei): 371

-Three Characters, One Number Ask (Lorei): 722

-Fic Writer Asks (Lorei): 679

-Fanfic Writer Asks (Emojis, Lorei): 295

-Fanfic Writer Asks (Emojis, Mo): 248

-Let's Get Real Fanfic Writers (Lorei): 396

-Let's Get Real Fanfic Writers Asks (Scummy): 520

-Who Do You Ship Me With (Mo): 82

-Why Do You Follow Me? (Lorei): 512

-Character Opinion (Lorei): 317

-Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks (Mo): 468

-4th Anniversary Questionaire Ikevamp Edition: 1252

-OC Number Asks (Anng): 728

-Send a 💌 and I'll tell you something I love about you (Lorei): 78

-Writer's Truth or Dare (Scummy): 226

-Different Universe, Same Universe 2023 Ask (Julie): 154

-Napo Birthday Asks 1: 160

-What Ideas get completed and posted? (Scummy): 199

-Getting a comment on my old fic: 214

-Uncommon Questions for Your OCs (Houki and Clara, original and my reblog): 799

Total Word Count on Essays, Commentary, Asks, etc: 8645

Total Word Count for 2023: 42,865

Thanks for all the good times this year and I hope we can bring this kind of energy into the new year too!

[krys-loves-otome]

WIP tag game

Inspired by @solomons-poison's post!

rules: post the names of all the files in ur wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send u an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!

Was not specifically tagged but I am also an individual that has a lot of WIPs! A lot of them I post on WIP Wednesdays (and the up to 2023 one's are here near the bottom of my masterlist), but, I'll put the ones I'm most interested in continuing below. I also have some stuff started for 2024, so peeps can ask about both the ones on my masterlist and the entries listed below the cut.

Forewarning as a few of them are OC related, and, no, I'm not sorry about that.

I'm also including art wips bc those are wips and I have an art wip folder too so… yeah.

Tagging whoever wants to do this, no pressure tagging, just go if you wanna play too!

Onto the list!

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A Second Glance Part 5 Ikemen Sengoku (Hideyoshi x preg!Reader)

Nobunaga's nephews are making the march to Azuchi to get some answers from Hideyoshi. Hideyoshi, however, is catching feels for the castle chatelaine.

The Traveling Adventures of Mr Fox and Miss Mouse Part 3 Ikemen Sengoku American Old West AU (Mitsuhide x Fem!Reader)

Now that Mitsuhide and Miss Mouse have established a working relationship, the limits of their budding partnership will be tested.

Perfect Strangers Ikemen Vampire (Comte x Fem!Reader)

Based on the event of the same name, Comte had a one night stand with a lady at a masked ball, had fallen in love with her, and searched for her far and wide to be reunited because she's his soul mate. When he finally finds her, he discovers that she is not a lady, but merely a meekly maid with a secret to hide.

Abandoned Ikemen Prince (Rio & Clara (OC))

Clara is about to be married to her Rhodolite prince, so she needs to care of some business before her wedding. Namely, returning Rio's belongings she found that fateful rainy day.

Spiral Obey Me (Simeon & Miri (OC))

Taking place between Seasons 2 and 3 of the OG game, Miri talks with Simeon about why he suddenly opened up a café in the Human Realm and how she's thinks it's strange that she can't sense magic from him anymore. Part of my 100 Themes Challenge.

The Final Pact Obey Me (Lucifer x Miri (OC))

After the events in Cocytus, Lucifer finally agrees to make a pact with Miri. A retrospective in comic form where I look at the events of the end of Nightbringer Season 2 through Miri's perspective.

[mymessyfandomlibrary]

General Housekeeping & Such

Unsure of how much I'll be posting, but it's best to put something like this here.

The Bare Bones

I'm a fic writer when I have my free time (and when my brain is cooperating, but they tend to be on separate schedules). I've been writing fic for more than ten years but have been on and off about posting it. The majority of this blog will be x reader content, focusing on gender-neutral readers.

Link to Masterlist

Blog Rules

I'm fine with minors reading my SFW content, but if I see you interacting with the NSFW/18+ I can and will block you.

I don't tolerate any form of bigotry (racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.). I will block and report you.

Please refer to my ask rules before sending in an ask.

Ask Rules

I will likely not have my requests open very often, but when I do open them up I’ll be happy to answer them as long as people are polite and not demanding or going against my rules.

No NSFW requests for characters or readers who are minors. No, I will not age them up. Please leave the kids alone.

No minor x adult.

No incestuous relationships, this includes step-family dynamics.

Please include if you would prefer a fem or masc aligned reader. If you do not specify, the reader will be gender-neutral.

If you request, please interact and reblog. Fandom writers and artists help keep the fandom community alive, and we've been noticing the lack of interaction.

If you're on anon, feel free to ask for an emoji or something to signify yourself. I'll include future taken anons as they arrive.

Anons

Tagging System

Content warnings will be listed at the beginning of every piece, and tagged appropriately (ie. cw character death).

How I tag things is very straightforward, but I will tag non-writing as #not writing, that way if you don't want to see that content you don't have to.

For NSFW/18+ content, the post itself will have it at the very beginning in red bold.

My Fandoms (past & present ... and that I can remember)

BNHA

Demon Slayer

Dungeon Meshi

Genshin

Haikyuu (will do the canon time skip)

Honkai Star Rail

Ikemen Prince & Villains

JJK

Mystic Messenger

Obey Me

Twisted Wonderland

... there's more that I'm forgetting

Assorted Other Things

Posts won't really be on a schedule or frequent, but I do hope I can write eventually.

I may come across as stiff and cold in this introductory post, but I just want to make sure that my boundaries are clear. I'm just a nerd who enjoys putting characters into situations (good? bad? depends on the day).

I would like to stay anonymous since I found there felt like more pressure if people knew more about me.

I don't have a beta reader, so there will likely be typos and some grammatical errors.

Other than that, I hope people (and myself) enjoy this blog. Sit back, relax, and read about your dearly beloved (or detested) blorbo.

[norel-ravenclaw]

Heyy can i please request clavis (ikepri) x fem reader smut with fluff? Where theyre both having their first time

Cuffed

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured character: Clavis Lelouch

Genre: Erotic Romance

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1880+

Description: Clavis x mc first time~ Fluffy smut with a pervy gentleman… with a touch of crack because, this is Clavis we’re talking about, of course there is. 😂

WARNINGS: | nsfw | first time | handcuffs | oral, f receiving | fingering | piv | unsafe sex | pet names: good girl, sweetheart, you filthy pervert, basically every term of endearment he can come up with because that seems like his thing, ect. | mxw |

Thanks for the request! Hope you like it!

This idiot, I swear…

Here I am, lying on a sofa in a haunted mansion, with my lover - a maniacally grinning prince - straddling me, holding up a pair of handcuffs.

The metal gleams in the candlelight, dangling coyly from his lithe finger.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting, mm?” he insists.

I huff a sigh and cross my arms over my chest. “Clavis, you filthy pervert, where did you even get that??”

He laughs delightedly. Because of course he does.

“As a gentleman, it is my duty to be exciting for my dear lover~” He leans close and kisses me deeply. With a groan and a sigh, the hellcat whispers in my ear, “Isn’t this exciting, my love? You’re wearing a cuff from me already, I figured you wouldn’t be opposed to more.”

I blink up at him. “…You mean my engagement ring?”

He grins and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “And don’t you look lovely~ I could always get you a collar too, if you like? Of course you’ll want the whole world knowing who you belong to.”

…Why does he have to say such ridiculous things in such a ridiculously sexy voice? “Clavis…”

Thankfully, he sees my hesitation, and that mischievous smile eases into a softer one. “You needn’t be afraid, darling. Come, let’s go to the bed so you’ll be more at ease.”

I yelp as he hoists me over his shoulder, humming as he carries me to the bed. “Right, of course.”

He throws me down, making my already racing heart beat harder. The man can read me like a book, and damn if he doesn’t play up every single thing he knows I find sexy. Crawling over me, he runs his tongue over his teeth, smirking wickedly.

“I could just devour you, pretty thing. Whatever were you thinking, coming into a beast’s den all alone?” He grabs my wrist and clasps the cuff on it. “You’re no match for a hellcat~”

Before he can get my other hand into the cuffs, I grab him by the hair and kiss him. “I thought I was your perfect match?”

His golden eyes are wide, and he melts in my hands. “Yes, you are.” His lips are on mine again, and he lifts my leg over his shoulder. I whine against him, gasping as his hands slip under my nightgown. “Show me everything, my dear.”

I don’t resist as he pulls it over my head and tosses it to the floor. My breathing now ragged, I rush to unbutton his shirt.

He chuckles and catches one hand by the empty cuff dangling from my wrist. “Now now, not so fast.”

“I can’t wait anymore, Clavis. Please, I need you. I need you so bad.”

A shiver runs through me watching his expression change. He breathes my name.

His gorgeous eyes narrow, and the next thing I know, his lips are on my breast, sucking it.

I throw my head back and moan, running my free hand again into his thick hair. My eyes open enough to watch him take off his shirt, his muscles shown off in the dim glow of the fireplace. When he reaches for his belt, my heart jumps in my chest. He really does mean to go all the way this time.

“Clavis… ah!” He tweaks my nipples gently with his fingers and teeth, switching between pleasuring them both. I gasp and whimper as he forces his thigh between my legs, grinding against the thin fabric covering my sex.

He licks along the curve of my breast and groans out my name. The sound sends throbbing pleasure straight down. My hips buck against his leg involuntarily, and he grabs my hip.

“Naughty girl, aren’t you?” he purrs. His eyes meet mine as he kisses his way downward. Those lithe fingers teasingly slip under the band of my undergarment and slowly pull them down my legs. His lips trail down my hip, my leg, finishing with a kiss on my foot as he tosses my soaked panties aside.

“Y-you’re the naughty one,” I mutter in a weak retort.

He chuckles, and the sound turns into a growl as his face moves towards my hips. “Am I? Well, we’re about to see how naughty I can be~”

Something about the way he phrases this makes me pause. “Wait, we’re about to…? Clavis, is this… no way…”

“Shh, if you can talk this much, I’m letting you off too easy.” But the way he hides his face in my thigh confirms it.

I tug his hair enough to make him look at me. “Lulu, is this… your first too?” That unsure look comes into his eyes again, and I smile at him. “Oh my gods, I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”

He returns my smile ruefully. “I know, I know. How uncool is it that I’ve chased away every- Wait. Did you just say you’re happy about this?”

I laugh when he blinks at me. “Yes! Why wouldn’t I be happy to know that I’m the only person you’ve ever touched like this?”

He pouts, nibbling the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. That perfect voice is hardly audible as he whispers, “Because I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to please you…”

I pet his hair soothingly. “Look at me Clavis. I don’t know what I’m doing either. We’ll figure this out together. A secret between only you and me.”

The smile returns to his kiss-stung lips. “An inside joke, just for us.”

“…No.”

He smirks. “But you want me inside you, don’t you?”

“…I wish you wouldn’t.”

He nuzzles my thigh, just like an overgrown house cat. “But you love me anyway.”

“…Yes, yes I do, kitty cat.”

His delighted laugh brings a reluctant smile to my lips, and suddenly, his are somewhere… that instantly makes me lose control.

I arch into him, mindlessly tugging on his hair as his tongue explores between my legs. When I clasp my hand over my mouth, he stops. I whine in protest. He hooks a finger into the empty cuff and pulls my hand away.

“Ah ah~ Be a good girl and let me hear you. I won’t know if I’m making you feel good if you don’t tell me, hm? There’s no one around for miles to hear you.”

“B-but Cyran…”

He scowls, and I gasp as he nips my hip in punishment for saying another man’s name. “He won’t come here until tomorrow. But clearly, I’m not doing a good enough job here.”

A moan is ripped from me as he slips a finger inside me, joining his tongue’s work. The sensations are foreign to me, and so overwhelming. When his lips settle around my pearl, the building pleasure consumes me.

“Clavis! Cla- …ah!”

He moans against me as I buck and writhe, his strong hand pushing me down against the bed to keep me still for him. “Good girl~ You like this?”

A sequence of noises I’ve never heard myself make before serves as the answer he was looking for.

When my movements finally still, he moves back up, kneeling between my trembling thighs. I look up at him and blush furiously as he wipes my essence from his chin.

“Agh! Clavis…!” I cover my face with my hands and he chuckles. Gently taking my wrists, he pulls them away and kisses me. His fingers thread through mine as we kiss, the taste spurring my arousal even further. And, clearly his as well.

My eyes fly open as he rocks against me. The feeling of his hardness grinding against my soaked folds makes me whimper pitifully.

He smirks, his hair falling over his glinting eyes. “Eager now, are you? So am I…” he pants. “Please, my love. Sweetheart, I need you.”

I nod and spread my legs a little wider. He groans. “I love you, Lulu. Make love to me.”

The air seems to still around us as he lines himself up with my damp entrance. Clavis huffs as he pushes the leaking tip inside. I throb around him and he rubs my thigh. “Just relax for me, darling.”

My free hand - the one not being held by his - holds onto his shoulder as he slowly pushes in. He meets brief resistance, and I try not to whimper as he sinks in all the way.

His face burrows into the crook of my neck as we settle into the feeling, our breath unsteady. “Ah… shit, dove, you’re so tight. So good…”

I let out a shaky sigh. “I can feel you so deeply…” He throbs at this, shifting. I smirk. “You like that, hm? Pervert.”

A quick thrust shuts me right up.

“Clavis! Mmph…!”

His whole body trembles as he moans my name. Slowly, he begins gently thrusting. His lips find mine, and we kiss sloppily as we rock together. My heart feels like it’s bursting with love, and the only thing we can speak is each other’s names.

The feeling of his length rubbing against my sensitive, velvety walls chips away at the last of my coherence. His voice in my ear and against my mouth drives me crazy.

It’s not long before his pace becomes faster. I mewl against his neck as his own moans grow louder. Suddenly, his hips snap against mine, and he curses. I gasp at the warmth that spreads inside me, soon trickling out between my legs and down my thighs.

“Clavis…! Ah…”

He braces himself with his free hand, and it’s only then that I realize - he cuffed his own hand when I wasn’t paying attention. Our two shackled hands grip each other tightly. My mind is so overcome with pleasure and happiness that a tear slips down my cheek.

His eyes widen, and he quickly brushes his damp hair off his forehead. “Hey, are you alright? It didn’t hurt that much, did it? Maybe I wasn’t careful enough. And I came way too fa-“

I kiss him to shut him up. “I loved it, idiot. I-I’m okay.”

Relaxing a little, he runs his tongue along my lower lip. “You’re sure?”

I rest my forehead against his. “I’m sure. D-did you like it? I don’t really know what… what I’m supposed to do.”

Clavis shakes his head emphatically, a sort of wild gleam in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. “You have no idea. We’ve only done it once and I’m already addicted to this.” He smirks, biting his lip as he pumps his length inside me again, not having pulled out yet. “It looks like I’m going to have to practice quite a lot to get this right~ Besides, what kind of lover would I be if tonight goes by without you cumming on my cock?”

I flush red at this. “Ugh! Clavis! You pervert…” This time he shuts me up with a kiss.

“Your pervert~”

I nip his tongue, making him groan. “My pervert. I’m never letting you go. I’m going to need you in my arms like this every night.”

He stills a little, and I can feel the way his heart beats faster. “I love you so much.” Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me into a tight hug. I nuzzle his shoulder and sigh happily. “By the way, I’m already getting hard again~ Ready for round two?”

“…Oh hell yes.”

Thanks for reading! Post, repost this, I don’t care lol. Please let me know if you have suggestions on how to improve my writing. But pls be nice bc I am a soft sad bean <3