#fem licht

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗏𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏. (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 + 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗎𝗁, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆. }

viktor licht is a creepy perv who’d hack your computer to look through your camera on some weirdo shit, like how they be talking bout the fbi person watching you through the phone, yea that’s him.

he hacks all your devices but he loves having access to your computer because it gives him a wide range of visibility to you. and it’s nothing like when you masturbate on your phone, your legs going over the arms of your chair giving him the perfectly full view of your beautiful pussy.

the dark brown outside and strawberry pink inside taking over his thoughts as a drop of your cream was dragged up to your clit with your choice of the night: fingers, vibrator, or a dildo, ogling you and the split screen of the porn you were watching but mostly you as you stimulate yourself.

hearing the wet ‘schlick-ing’ sounds coming from the heaven between your thighs, he pulls out his brown pussy pocket having it on deck, he began fucking into it at the same pace as you, edging himself to keep from cumming prematurely.

he watched your white cream decorate the chair, slick messy between your thighs, he came right after you, as you force your shaking legs to keep open. more of your cream pooling into the chair, a low moan withdrawing from your two tone lips, your mouth in an open pout as your whole body trembled as if you’re in a room of ice.

his cum filled the false pussy, groaning as he pulled out his still throbbing dick leaving a spurt of the watery fluid on the clit of the toy, imagining it was you he bit his lip as a stream of his cum expels from his tip.

・❥・

he comes out of his room the next morning entering the working space to find you sitting with everyone, talking and laughing lightly. his eyes never parting from your frame, reminiscing the events of last night trying not to get hard again as he greets everyone, watching you smile at him and nod in acknowledgment before going back to your conversation.

he watches you talk animatedly with your hands daydreaming about what they could do to him. he goes to sit down feeling his dick pulse, far from you but enough to have a clear uninterrupted view, watching subtly his fist resting underneath his chin, as he wondered what you were gonna do with your pretty pussy tonight.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[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?"

[zarsghost]

For Worse

dark!Ghost x fem!reader pt. 2 of “For Better”

Warnings: manipulation, brief mentioned of blood/gore, toxic behavior, threats

The overhead lights buzzed as the electricity continued to flow through them as Simon sat in his chair. He doesn’t know how long ago Price left his tiny on base office but it didn’t matter. In his hands were the rings that should still be on your finger. It shouldn’t have moved from when he slid them on all those years ago but yet here they are. Here they both are, without you. Now, was Simon a good husband? Not at the moment, no.

But he was an even worse individual. The things he had endured and the things he’s done upon others would not qualify him as a ‘good man’. Doesn’t matter if it was on behalf of his country or the safety of the world. It was two sides of the same coin in a constant rotation but Simon knew that that’s not what weighed his conscience. It was the fact that he had none.

The one thing he had to keep him sane was trying to leave. The one thing that tethered him to this world and he’d be damned if he was going to let that slip away from him. A familiar shift faded over Simon as his eyes became dark and his breaths became shallow. Simon was gone and in his place, his shadow filled the void. His Ghost. He placed the rings in his breast pocket, velco securing it tightly to his chest at all times, as he sprung up from his desk chair and made a beeline towards the rec room where he knew his sergeants would be with tight and tense shoulders and his head straight forward. Target acquired.

Almost slamming the doors open, Ghost filled the nearly empty room with his presence alone as he made his way to a lone table where Kyle and Johnny were currently playing cards. There was the sound of scraping chairs against the shitty linoleum as the few other people in the room quickly left when they noticed who had just walked in looking like he was on a mission. And he was, but he wasn’t about to do this without his team.

Both men were well into their game when the overheard light was suddenly obstructed by a thick silhouette of a man. Johnny looked up just in time recognizing said silhouette, “Lt! Whit are ye doin blockin the licht? I-” his voice immediately dying in his throat when he realized the look on his lieutenants’ face. Kyle noticed immediately the change in the Scots demeanor and looked up as well. “What happened?”, he asked as he immediately clocked the aura radiating off of his superior.

��Need you to be in the briefing room in 10. No questions till then.”

Both men nodded in agreement before Ghost walked away.

Ghost stood in front of the long wooden table as Gaz and Soap filed in. Price was already seated with his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the rest of his team with a slightly annoyed but determined look on his face. They all shared a collective nod in greeting before setting their eyes on the man in front.

“We’ve got a job to do and a tight window. No distractions. This is your priority now. Understood?” He waited but was met with silence.

“Good.”

—-----

Simon was ecstatic. You had said no to continuing the proceedings. You were still his. You would still be his. And you wouldn’t be doing this again.

After carrying you out of the courtroom, he set you down and connected his forehead with yours. “I have to take care of something really quickly while I’m here but I’ll be out shortly. Why don’t you wait in the car and then we’ll go down to that asian place around the corner that I know you like as a celebration hm? My treat.”

You smile up at him and peck the corner of his mouth before walking out to his car. You had taken an Uber since Simon mainly uses the car to get to and from base when he’s home, which he now was and planned to be for a while.

Simon watched you leave before his mask slipped back in place. Turning back into the courtroom, he walked around the bench to the door where it led to the judge’s chambers.

The judge looked nervous as he sat in his leather chair behind his desk. A faint glow in the dark corner of the room grew brighter before dimming again. A puff of smoke came out of the shadows before being followed by his Captain.

“Good to see that you kept your end of the bargain. Was worried there for a second there but you managed. Hate to see what would’ve happened if it hadn’t.” The familiar gruff voice sounded from behind his chair. The lawyer that you had used was currently unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves before rolling them up his forearms at a small table next to the door.

“That would’ve been really disappointing too. After I had worked so hard to… convince you as well.” His smooth voice rang out.

The judge looked between them and stuttered,” But I did what you asked! Why-why does it feel like I missed something?” The judges’ nervous eyes landed on the bailiff that was shifting his weight from side to side as he watched what was currently unfolding. “Bailiff! Please! Do something!”

The bailiff cracked his neck to the side before removing his hat. His bright blue eyes never leaving the panicked shit brown ones of the sweating man in front of him.

“Ah kin dae something a'richt. Bit ah dinnae think ye'll be tae chuffed by th' outcome.” His hand ran through the currently flattened fauxhawk. “ 'n' how come ah hae tae be th' bailiff?! Gaz a’ready wears a cap!”

Price chuckled a bit, “Well she knows my face and I don’t think ya see too many lawyers ‘round here with a haircut like that, do ya?”

Johnny grumbled a bit before refocusing on the man of the hour. “Och sorry, did ye think ah wis gonnae actually help?” He laughed and the rest of his teammates joined.

Ghost walked forward as Gaz made sure the door was locked behind him. “I don’t think anyone will be coming back any time soon but to answer your question, there is something that you missed.” There was suddenly a heavy pressure on the judge’s shoulders as Price held him in place in his chair. Gaz and Soap came up on either side of Ghost as he leaned over the desk.

“SAS doesn’t leave any loose ends behind.”

Simon walked out with his team behind him while he wiped his hands. Setting up everything in such an exact way just to watch it all fall into place was truly beautiful. Getting into your laptop wasn’t hard to make sure that you had picked Gaz as your lawyer. All he had to do was sneak in when he knew you’d be out was simple enough. Making sure that Soap had the correct badges to pass inspection with his stolen uniform. Price just had to make sure that the judge they’d found fell in line. Considering that this hearing was never actually recorded and that he wasn’t even a practicing judge anymore helped their case as well. The remains of the judge stayed mostly in the room behind them. Some technically were on his hands but a quick run to the washroom would fix that. But they’d be long gone before anyone found him. Ghost almost wishes he could do it all over again but he had a pretty bird waiting for him outside. With a nod behind him, he made his way outside.

—---------

Months had gone by after your almost divorce and you believe that it actually knocked some sense into your husband. He was now always home when he wasn’t deployed. Even when he was, he made sure to call you to hear your voice and check in on you. When he was home, his hands were almost always on you. And maybe that’s why looking at the small plastic stick in your hands wasn’t as big of a shock. But what would your husband think?

Don’t worry, he has already told his mates and has his pick of names ready when you exit the bathroom. Those sugar pills you’ve been taking were already in the bin.

[ridiculouslly-ridiculous]

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

Various characters x Fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, your JJK fave <3

[scarletlove2]

MDNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

Burnie's Big List

Hi babies! Since I've been MIA for approximately, uh,*checks watch* two years *cough* 😅 I thought I'd give the ol master list an update. Turns out I missed a few on the last one! I'm also officially announcing a (hopefully temporary) hiatus. I'm so sorry. 🥺 I explained a little more in the update post recently. But I do intend to go through my current inbox of requests, asks and messages! If anyone is still interested. I may also be throwing in a new fandom or two as my squirrel brain floats from one to another. Expect things to pickup closer to Season 3's drop! I can't wait to see my beefcake in action again! 😍

As of right now (11/12/2024) Requests are temporarily CLOSED. CUSTOM REQUESTS are also temporarily CLOSED. I'm so sorry, my loves, but I promise I WILL be back. However, my inbox is ALWAYS open to anyone for any reason! ❤️

Click here for a little bit more about me and a list of what I will and won't write.

Master List under the cut!

Sagamiya Konro

SFT Alphabet: • F K U Z • I (Beni x Konro) Headcanons: • Young Punk Konro • Father/Daughter Relationship Requests: • Cuddles with Konro • Konro is Sick • Beni x Konro - Beni is Sick • Beni x Konro - Konro is Sick NSFT Alphabet: • A B C D J K O V X #50 NSFT Dialogue Prompts: • Konro x Beni: #29. "Spread your legs for me. I want to see you." Originals: • Konro x Reader: Kon Gets More Cowgirl than He Can Handle

Shinmon Benimaru

SFT Alphabet: • F J T • P R Headcanons: • Beni x Reader - 1st Impressions (HC) Requests: • Beni x Konro - Beni is Sick • Beni x Konro - Konro is SickNSFT Alphabet: • A B C D J K O V X • I S Y • E I • I (Beni x Konro) #50 NSFT Dialogue Prompts: • Beni x Reader: #41. "Does it make you nervous when I stare?" • Beni x Konro: #29. "Spread your legs for me. I want to see you." • Beni x Reader: #17. "Now kiss me properly."

Joker

SFT Alphabet: • A B C J M N Z • J I L NSFT Alphabet: • C J K O V #50 NSFT Dialogue Prompts: • Joker x Reader: #12. "I'm going to fucking ruin you." + #16. "Keep your eyes open. Come on, look at me, baby." Joker x F!Reader: • Pet Play • Heat Wave Headcanon Ficlets

Viktor Licht

NSFT • Headcanon

Juggernaut

SFT Alphabet: C D K M

Ogun

SFT Ogun x Black Fem!SO Working Out (HC)

Akitaru Obi

SFT Alphabet: B F L Obi x Hibana (HC) Captain Burns Dating Obi's Ex Wife

Princess Hibana

SFT Obi x Hibana (HC)

[funky-sea-cryptid]

Do you have any LGBTQ+ black clover headcanons? Talk about them!

I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ANON, ACTUALLY- HIIII!!!

black bulls-

asta- pansexual trans man. asta is trans this is based as hell and also he likes everyone lol <3

noelle - bisexual (she's a disaster bi ok. she knew she liked men, but kahono was her bi awakening!)

charmy - demigirl, identifies as queer (her gender is Hongry)

nero - her concept of gender and sexuality is 500 years old. she's aromantic and her gender is bird

luck - his sexuality is magna

magna - bi get it bc he s. he sw. he swings both w. also he's a trans man

gauche - aroace trans man. there's no way that man is cis im sorry

finral - bigender trans-fem lesbian (he has a trans narrative and i can fucking PROVE IT!!!! this is the lesbian finral account!!!) he's a stupid gay bird <3

grey - aroace and genderfluid (no shapeshifters are cis thems the rules) (grey and gauche are in a qpr god bless them)

vanessa - trans woman and a lesbian as well because she's TOO SWAG TO BE CIS

zora - what are you, a cop? all you'll get is queer out of him (but he's trans as well)

gordon - aromantic gay and genderqueer (he's in a qpr with henry)

henry - aroace (he's in a qpr with gordon)

yami - bisexual king

nacht - a gay ass rat (he's a trans man)

liebe - devils don't have a gender lol

golden dawn-

william - he's gay for the elf bro nuff said

yuno - astasexual (he's demiromantic and gay)

mimosa - oh that's a LESBIANNNN bro

klaus - aroace mother hen

david - bisexual icon

letoille - she's a trans woman and het

alecdora - unfortunately he's rolling with the lgbt (vangeancesexual)

hamon - he's got that pan swagger

shiren - aroace free him from this hell

bonus eotms-

patri - elves dont have a concept of gender or sexuality but he likes william

rhya - see above (but he likes licht and tetia)

fana - you know the fucking drill but she likes girls

vetto - he's an elf and he's married to another elf (platonically)

rades - bi disaster

sally - pansexual mess

valtos - stupid bi hoe

other -

fuegoleon - he's gay and bigender lol

mereoleona - aro lesbian

leopold - he's a fruit

kahono - lesbian

kiato - gay as hell

morgen - aroace icon

ichika - LESBIAN

ciel - bisexual queen

kirsch - FRUIT

all of the ryuzen are some flavor of queer. ryu and yosuga are kissing lmao

[ikesenwritings]

Nokto x Fem!Reader, smut

a/n: brb i’m gonna hide in a corner now

A good day is when everything goes right.

For the seventh prince, it means little to no meetings with bureaucrats, no elaborate lies, no messy encounters with angry or tear-stained past lovers.

A good day is not falling into one of Clavis’s pitfalls. A good day is catching the vaguest of smiles on Licht’s face as Yves passes him another treat. A good day is witnessing the rare occurrence that is Leon and Chevalier walking side by side, the latter with his nose in a book and passively listening to whatever the former is droning on and on about.

A good day leaves Nokto Klein with a genuine smile and a lighter weight on his shoulders.

And with nowhere to exude his pure, unfiltered happiness, lest he be teased by his brothers and even palace staff, a good day turns into a night devoted entirely to you in bed—you are his happiness outlet.

He returns to your shared room and you don’t need him to tell you he’s had a wonderful day.

The way he’s found himself between your legs with his arms wrapped around your middle, the way his eyes gleam—even in the lowlight, the way he can’t help but smile while peppering kisses all over face.

Nokto’s had an amazing day.

His happiness, which had been put on the back burner before he met you, is contagious. It’s infectious, and so is his unkempt desire for you.

You love seeing him in the before stages, how uncharacteristically flustered he gets, how pink his cheeks are, how hot his skin burns—before you say those magic words that bring out the beast in him.

Your lips wrap around his cock; he knows better than to stuff your mouth full, not until you give him a cue… then he’ll rut into your mouth, his tip grazing the back of your throat. He pulls away before he can finish.

“Ruin me,” you beg.

It doesn’t take much for Nokto to bring you to your feet and straddling his lap.

Hands undress whatever clothes remain on both your bodies; his lips never leave your skin. He adores seeing you littered with marks he’s left in places just out of sight, marks only he’ll ever see.

Your hips grind against his, seeking any kind of friction while he dutifully attends to your breasts.

His gingerly takes one nipple in his mouth while his fingers toy with the other.

Your moans are low and breathy, never wanting to be too loud—Nokto loves to break you and have you screaming by the end of it.

The thought always invigorates him, and he starts thrusting his hips up.

His tip brushes against your sensitive bud, the thought of his precum slowly dripping down his length excites you.

You hold the sides of his face and lean so close, your lips almost touch.

“Prince Nokto, I need you.”

Sometimes, you want to put on a show, be his loyal subject. So you tell him to look but not touch as you bounce furiously up and down on his cock.

You beg and plead for a release but—

“Look at me… Slow your pace.”

You meet his lustful gaze.

You’re in agony, listening to his commands but what the prince wants, the prince gets.

Nokto’s firm grip on your sides stop your movements. He moves so you’re both kneeling on the bed with one hand holding yours behind your back and the other on your shoulder, his forearm pressed against your throat.

You graciously take him from behind.

He ruts into you with force, quickly building up the release you lost before.

You say his name like a prayer, growing louder each time.

“Yes! Yes, please, Nokto. You’re so good, you fit so good.”

His pounding is relentless as he feels you lose your resolve.

He bites into your shoulder, groaning at your tightening walls around his shaft.

“It’s like we’re meant to be like this, yeah? You taking me so well, begging me to fuck you like this.”

It pushes you over the edge. Nokto supports you as your body falls limp. He pumps into you a few more times and pulls out, cum decorating your lower back and rear.

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

Chapter 14 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: 3329

Warnings: none

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily

"Be quiet!", whispered Yves, "We'll get an earful if we're noticed"

"Oh come on", laughed Leon, "We're hardly children. Sariel can't say anything to us. And I doubt his majesty cares"

He winked at Emma as he climbed atop the bannister and slid all the way down to the ground floor. Emma laughed as the lion prince took a graceful bow.

Yves blew his fringe away from his face. "And I'd appreciate it if you weren't this familiar with my girlfriend", he murmured.

Emma slowed down her pace and leaned in to give him a small peck on the cheek. Yves' face turned red like a radish. He turned his head away, his honey-blonde hair falling over his blushed cheeks and nose, keeping them out of sight. But his shy smile was evident.

Licht greeted the two of them at the entrance. He was standing straight, hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked around for guards and signalled the rest to follow, treating their childish dalliance as an important military mission. Jin was with him, body sprayed on the stairs as he enjoyed a glass of whiskey and smiled at the silly seriousness of his younger brother.

The five of them made their way to town. It was no accident that the guards left them alone, as attempting to stop them would be going against their orders. However, they all treated the lack of resistance as proof of their successful endeavour. They reached a small tavern, tucked in an alley near the central square. Jin and Leon favoured that place and always took any opportunity to steal some time in there. For Yves and Licht it was a first. Yves would not be there at all if Jin had not convinced Licht to follow them on that day, claiming there was suspicious movement in the area; a lie, of course.

They bathed in the golden candlelight of the tavern the moment they opened its door, a far contrast to the blue hue of the night that reigned in the town. A sweet tune on the lute filled their ears. The atmosphere was warmer than usual, that much was clear. The place was much more crowded, even though it was later at night than when the princes used to frequent. People sat on their tables all around, their backs turned to the door, drinks in hand as they looked at the far back of the room. Their gazes were focused on a slim young man with untamable curly hair. He was the one playing the lute, his dexterous fingers plucking the strings with grace and elegance as he sang his song as if he were telling a story. The people were drawn as much from his voice as from his smile. He played a few chords, setting an end to the ballad.

He laughed as he called, "Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you remember the words!"

He smiled sneakily at his audience as he climbed up on a small stage behind him, where a small band of local musicians sat. He began playing again, his tempo shifting to a much faster one. He started singing loudly, pouring all his passion into the words as the band joined alongside him.

"And a princess gone and two brothers left from a kingdom's rotten view

though she was first and valiant, a black sword ran her through",

he climbed on the nearest table,

"And though they never could amount to her talent and her wit

they still looked up and loved her cause she'd do the same for him.

Oh the Thorn Princess, the destined Queen,

a guardian of the weak.

The Thorn Princess, the destined Queen,

the one whose crown we'll free"

His green eyes sparkled as he took in the applause that followed his song. He gave a graceful bow, executed to perfection and better than any actor's ever dreamed.

"Thank you, thank you!", he cried, hand elegantly waving in the air His eyes had already spotted the small company of royals, even though they were doing a decent job of being inconspicuous. He approached their table after they sat (and he had gathered a fair amount of coins from the crowd around him). "Greetings new friends", he said. His foot on the bench, he placed his elbow on his knee to lean in towards them. "You don't seem to belong here", he whispered. His eyes darted towards Yves for a moment. He was still smiling charmingly. His voice was anything but threatening, but Yves still took offence, talking over Leon's awkward laugh.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean like that?", he said, "What did we even do? You're the one who's new he-"

"Your gold pendant, your highness", the young man said calmly. He remained calm in front of Yves' exaggerated tantrum, never raising his voice.

At the sight of his own pendant, peaking under his shirt, Yves was thrown into a frantic effort to hide it back again. His hands covered his face, shielding it from the man's gaze. "Thank you", he spat, almost as if he was made to do so.

"You are most welcome", the young man said.

"How do you know of our heritage?", Leon frowned, "You don't seem from around here. We might as well have been rhodolitian nobility who were able to afford a trinket like that"

"Trinket?", the word caused Yves to show his face once more. Leon smiled at him.

"I grew up serving in a palace", the man said, "You hear all sorts of things in the halls, and see all sorts of things". He backed away and brought his hand to his heart as he took a bow. "My name is Jonathan Lively", he said, "Your loyal bard".

"I loved your song Jonathan!", Emma cheered.

"Ah a compliment by the most beautiful of ladies", the bard placed a hand on his hand, "i play to live up to your kind words"

"That's a northern accent", Jin commented, "Where are you from?"

"Oh, all sorts of places honestly", Jonathan responded, " My mother is from Jade, my father considers himself to be one with the Wolf tribe of the north but I grew up in Benitoite"

"Oh so that's how you know so much about Rhodolite", Emma smiled.

"I suppose you could say flower", Jonathan sweetly smiled back. He scratched his nape with his hand. "I don't really consider myself Benitonian though. I don't agree with their work-first lifestyle", he laughed.

The waiter brought the drinks the company ordered to their table and added a beer for the musician, on the house of course.

"So who's the princess?", Licht asked after a strong sip of his drink, "Who's the story about?"

Jonathan focused his eyes on his drink. "Someone I've heard tales about my whole life", he said.

"Hey Jonathan!", one of the villagers cried, "Sing us another song will 'ya?"

Jonathan giggled over his beer. He raised his head proudly. "Well I must go", he said. He gulped down his beer and shook his head to shake off the dizziness that followed. He fixed his tattered jacket. "A bard's duty never ends", he said. He grabbed his lute and climbed upon the stage once more. "Do you want another one?", he asked to which the crow responded a strong "yes". "I have a new one I wrote myself quite recently", he said and passed the lute's belt over his shoulder.

Sweet music filled the room once again. "He's funny", said Emma.

"Not in a good way", puffed Yves.

Leon laughed. "I like him".

Jonathan reached the refrain of his song.

His eyes darted towards the small group and he smiled.

"A love that is strong, a love that is true, battles all storms and always wins too.

Someone could love with a heart made of wool

but nothing can thrive when the heart is not full.

A frozen heart and a heart of stone

will either break or they'll change their tone"

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You felt an arm wrap around you as you were surrounded once again by warmth. Chevalier, eyes still closed, buried his head in your shoulder as he held you tight in his sleep. You took his hand in yours and brushed your thumb over his knuckles. A smile crept upon your face. The past two weeks had been a dream. The war had been officially over. Gilbert was moved to a much more secure fortress in Rhodolite until the nations affected by the war he started decided what to do with him. Peace was restored between the four nations and the princes were working towards restoring the lost resources and caring for the wounded of their country. Yet each and every one of these undeniably happy facts paled in front of waking up next to the person you loved. The person for whom you had longed for for almost half a year.

You turned around and wrapped your hands around his muscular body. You buried your face into his chest, the buttons of his half-opened blouse tickling your cheeks. The smell of soap and roses conquered your senses. Chevalier caressed your head, his fingers entangling with your beautiful locks. His breathing was calm. Relaxed. He leapt between sense and dream. His golden hair was messy. his cheeks rosey from sleep. You could not help but cup one of them. All tension evaporated from him as you did.

You gazed to your left. The handle of the small dagger peaked from underneath his pillow. His sword lay a few feet away. It was curious how Gilbert had kept everyone away with fear or false promises, while Chevalier accepted their wrath and retaliated only should they act upon it. They were both hated, but one forced love and obedience while the other withdrew and accepted the feeling as a natural response to his actions.

You clenched your fists. Why? Why were they willing to go this far? All Chevalier did was look to a brighter future. He had hardened his heart, sacrificed love for years in order to make himself able to stomach the hard decisions are left to the crown. He was, in all aspects, a leader. He cared even for those who hated him as long as they did not hinder the course of his actions. It was a hard path he had chosen, but it was a path bound by duty. One which you yourself had taken, in your own way.

Chevalier placed his hand over yours as it held his cheek. You startled. You returned your gaze to his face. His eyes were still closed. He guided your hand to his lips and kissed your palm. "You're overthinking again", he murmured.

"I'm not"

He opened his frozen blue eyes. There was no ice left in them. He cupped your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Yes, you are", he said, "I am in favour of thinking, but you focus on the wrong things". His eyes turned to the dagger. You followed them. He must had noticed the sorrow in your gaze cause he held you closer and placed a kiss on the crown of your hair. You sighed in his arms. Soon, he had gone back to sleep.

You tried to wiggle out of his arms. It was no use. You turned back to him. There was a slight smile on his lips, one you had learned to notice after spending so much time with him.

"I have work to do you know", you said.

"Ten more minutes", his arms were unwilling to let go of you.

"Chevalier", you said but somehow your lips were unable to say no. You relaxed. "Alright", you sighed.

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When Emma, Yves and Licht went outside to have their morning tea someone was already sitting in their regular settee. The princess of Istidor was dressed in a beautiful light blue off-shoulder gown with a book splayed open on her thighs and a cup of sweet tea on her lips. She greeted them with a lovely smile as they came close.

"Your Highness!", Emma cheered, "It's lovely to see you again!"

"It always is", said Yves and placed one of his signature cakes in the middle of the table. Licht sliced it and offered the first piece to her. She politely nodded and pointed towards the space in front of her. "Thank you", she said as Licht left the plate in front of her.

"So how come you're out here?", Licht asked.

"I'm-"

"There you are!", a man's voice called from behind.

The princes were startled by the sudden arrival. Licht's hand fell on his sword, ready to draw. As they turned to face their visitor however their eyes frowned in a completely different way, shifting from distrust to confusion in a matter of seconds. Jonathan was walking towards the settee, a joyous smile on his face. The former dishevelled appearance of his clothes was no more, for they were replaced by a long aubergine coat with golden embroidery on the collar. A long sword peaked from underneath, and so did a buttoned-down vest and a gold pocket watch. He passed his hand over his short brown curls.

"Long time no see", he said. He turned his gaze to Emma and the princes. "We meet again", he told them, "It seems my life is destined to be filled with beauty".

Both Emma and Yves turned red for entirely different reasons. An out of breath Sariel arrived shortly.

"Your Highness, please", he called, "Your presence here was not officialized, the guards were not informed"

"That's alright", Jonathan smiled at him, "I know how to get around unnoticed"

"Clearly", y/n said over her cup.

"I'm sorry", said Yves, "Do you know this man?"

"Your Highness", said Sariel, "Allow me". He pointed his hand towards Jonathan. "This is his Highness Prince Jonathan of Istidor", he said, "Duke of Premin and third in line to the throne"

"But that would mean he's-"

"My idiot brother", y/n smiled as she returned her cup to its saucer. She laid her elbow on the back of her seat as she crossed her legs. "What are you doing here?"

Jonathan laughed as he pulled back his long coat to sit on the nearest chair. "I'm here to see my big sister!", he said.

"Come on, spit it out", y/n's tone was scolding, yet her smile was still there.

"Fine...I need some help", Jonathan sighed, "I think I got myself into something that is more than I can handle.

Y/n let out a deep breath. "Is this about your pest problem in Premin?", she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"I'm afraid so", he said, "I have a plan to be rid of them once and for all but I'm afraid a specific individual might interfere"

Another deep exhale. "Is this about Alex again?", said y/n.

"Fraid so", said Jonathan, "All I need is to keep him preoccupied really. But please don't kill him. I'm rather fond of him"

Y/n stood, hands flattening out the creases of her dress. "Fine", she spat, "But you owe me a big one this time"

"I am aware", Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck.

Y/n passed him by. She spoke to Sariel as Jonathan poured himself a cup of tea. She stopped midway to the road inside. "You're not coming?", she cried back to him.

"Oh I am!", Jonathan raised his cup, "Just thought I'd try the tea here, you know how much I love tea!"

Y/n shook her head at her brother's eccentric habits. Another figure soon joined her side; Chevalier. He smiled at her, and so did she. All four of the people who knew him were left astounded by the sight. Y/n gave him a kiss and proceeded to speak to him, her hands holding his. He listened attentively before he gave her a kiss on the cheek and one on the forehead and bid her farewell. He came to join the group on the couch as his love disappeared back inside the castle, followed by his minister. He passed by Jonathan. There was a difference in the man's smile this time. Without having the means to compare, Chevalier sat himself opposite to him and waited.

"So. You are the one they call the brutal beast", said Jonathan, "You don't seem that scary to me"

"Give it time", Chevalier blew on his own cup of tea.

"Hm", the other prince extended his threatening smile, "You're funny are you?"

Chevalier did not respond. The other prince frowned for the first time since he had stepped in Rhodolite. He let his cup down and leaned towards Chevalier.

"I've heard the rumours about you", he said, "And I don't like them"

Chevalier remained silent. Jonathan scoffed.

"Let me make one thing clear: My sister has been through hell. She has taken care of me and my brother her whole life and has only ever been rewarded with war and mistreatment. I'm impressed and thankful that you managed to effectively diminish the obsidianite threat. But my sister is free now. She can be happy. So don't you dare hurt her. Or I will kill you myself. I am against violence, but this I will do. I don't care who you are. Even if you're the king here, Istidor is an empire almost as powerful as Obsidian itself, but with much greater connections. If you hurt her, I will kill you, and it won't matter whether I do it in secret or not"

"Perhaps you can", said Chevalier, "If I do ever hurt her perhaps I'll let you". Chevalier's eyes fixed on the other prince's, his brilliant blue meeting the emerald green. "But I'd say it's quite hypocritical when the one she's suffered the most from was the man you had let her get engaged to"

Jonathan caught his breath. "I never liked Gilbert", he stood, "But if I knew one thing about him was that he loved her. I knew that when it came to a choice between her and his kingdom he would choose her every time. But you? You would never make such a choice."

"Even if I did", Chevalier responded calmly, "Do you really think she would let me?"

Jonathan clenched his fists for a while before letting his hands relax at his sides. He chuckled to himself. "Maybe you're right", he snuffed his smile away once more, "Maybe you do love her enough. If you prove this to me, that she is happy here with you then I will back you up to the end"

"What are you talking about?", asked Licht.

"Y/n is far from ordinary", Jonathan refused to look away from the rhodolitian king, "One could say she is another brilliant mind in this continent, one that was left unrecognised by no other reason than her gender". Jonathan turned to the group. "Why else do you think two monsters like them would fight over her?", he said, "There is a reason she was engaged to Gilbert and it's not merely what you think. They could had given me away to another kingdom and conquered Obsidian altogether. But they didn't. She is second in line. The heir. I'm just the spare". Jonathan turned back to Chevalier. "What do you think you can offer Istidor?", he told him, "A kingdom the size of our capital or a few more pennies to add to the vastness of our gold mines?". The prince moved closer to the Brutal Beast, something few people dared to do and even fewer were left alive afterwards. "You may be a cold-hearted beast but she is not. Our family is not. My father is closer to the throne than ever. Obsidian is no longer a threat. He will put family above everyone and everything else. Whether that includes you it's up to be seen".

And with that, Jonathan walked away, hands behind his back. A regal air surrounded him, one made of shadows unseen before, hidden by the brightness of his smile. But with his smile gone, another self was revealed. A calculative and calm mind, a loyal son and a a dutiful brother.

He was a shadow himself. He had called himself "the spare", but he showed no wish to become "the heir". The shadows were his element, and he reigned most brilliantly in them.

He had promised to kill Chevalier. And there was no doubt in anyone's mind, though many had tried before, this man could do it.

[art-of-love-and-war]

Can i request a licht x fem reader smut with lots of fluff please?

Candlelight

Pairing: Licht Klein x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature (+18)

Word count: 3,415 words

Warning/s: Fluff and Smut, biting, oral sex (female receiving), a bit of soft femdom if you squint, creampie.

Notes: This took me literally months to write. Now I’m heading to sleep. Thanks to Nat, my dearest friend for the ideas and for giving me her opinions on this! I love you very much 

The candle seemed to glow brighter now that your hands were linked together, but maybe it was your imagination or the growing darkness.

It had been a rainy night.

You tossed and turned, restless in bed; wishing your lover was beside you to at least have some comfort or a way to occupy yourself with other things.

Licht, sweet as he was, would probably be playing with your hair, sensing your discomfort and restlessness at the thunder and heavy rain outside and he would start singing a sweet melody for your ears only in hopes it would soothe you enough to sleep. 

Yet you could only stare at the window, covered by heavy velvet curtains, hoping the storm would end as morning rose.

But nothing would happen if you were to only stay in bed and lament the absence of your sweetheart instead of doing something to fix it. 

Determined, you reached for your night robe, tying it at the waist to prevent the cold of the night from sneaking into your body. And then, you reached for the matches, using one to light up the lonely candle you used to read late at night before sleeping. 

The soft warm light was weak in comparison to the darkness, yet it was a welcome beacon once you walked out into the hallway. 

Outside of the room was truly cold, and you clung to the chandelier, protecting the weak flame with your hand cupped close to it, preventing the cold air from blowing it off.

You walked with hurried, silent steps through the halls, determined to reach Licht's room in record time. You needed to just see him and stay with him until morning won you over.

Turning around a corner, you bumped into someone, being too focused on protecting the flame and still being careful enough to not trip with your own feet by how fast you were walking. 

No one was supposed to be up at this hour, yet you found yourself trapped in someone’s arms, catching you before you fell and burned yourself with the hot wax that spilled. 

“What are you doing outside this late at night?” You were being questioned, snapped out of your thoughts as you lifted your gaze to stare into a pair of lovely red eyes. 

“I could ask the same.” You smiled, watching his gaze soften, even in the darkness.

His grip loosened, taking your hand in his and grabbing the chandelier in your hand to lead the way back to his room. 

Strange. 

The candle seemed to glow brighter now that your hands were linked together, but maybe it was your imagination or the growing darkness.

“I thought you might have trouble sleeping.” He said, in time as he squeezed your hand. 

A soft smile curved your lips, seeing the hint of the same peaceful expression on his face, only slightly illuminated by the light as he guided you through the hall leading up to his room.

As he opened the door, he let you in first, closing the door behind him once the two of you were inside, placing the chandelier by his desk, while you opened the curtains to let in some of the moonlight to illuminate the room. 

You watched the raindrops glide down the glass, casting a beautiful glint in the reflection of the moonlight. 

Just as you were about to press the palm of your hand against the cold window, Licht called you. “Come to bed?” 

Sure, the exhaustion you had felt while laying down in your bed was not present anymore, yet the cold made you want to seek shelter in the warm and fuzzy blankets of his bed and his body-heat against yours---his heat against—

You shook the intrusive thought out of your head, not wanting to think that right now as it was late into the night and your lessons the next day would not be forgiving, so you had to settle for snuggling with your lover.

So, after taking off your slippers and your night robe you crawled into bed with Licht, who was already waiting for you with open arms. Wrapping them around your form as you lay against his body.

His warmth immediately did wonders for you, but the sleep you yearned for didn’t come, so you kept your gaze focused on the candle's dancing flame.

Just as your eyelids grew heavier with each blink, sleep was cast away once more when Licht’s arms around your middle tightened, pressing you closer to his body. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, turning your body to face him directly. 

Instead of answering, Licht took advantage of the new position to bury his face against the crook of your neck, inhaling in your soft scent, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. 

Sleep wasn’t an option now. Maybe he had planned it all along. 

And you had the answer once you felt his lips graze your soft, sensitive skin, making you whimper at the sensation. 

“Can we…”, he paused, leaving another kiss right on your pulse and making your heart jump inside your chest. “…please?” 

His tiny, not-so-shy please was oh so sweet in your ears, that you didn’t know how in heaven would you be able to resist your lover’s attempt to have you this late at night. 

It was then that you finally cupped his face in your hands as he pulled away from your neck. Licht licked his lips like a hungry wolf who was about to feast upon his prey, holding your gaze with his bright, red eyes. 

You let him lean in, claiming your lips like the greatest prize, the kisses soft and passionate with hints of the burning passion that would be consuming you later.

Parting your lips slightly you let your tongues dance, letting yourself get lost in the feel of him so close to you, once you spread your legs to fit his body between them to get a small taste of how intimate it was to feel him so close. 

When he pulled away to bury his face on your neck to litter your skin with kisses and love bites, you moaned out his name to the cold of the night.

“Say it again…” He muttered against your skin, licking a long stripe from the base of your neck to your jaw. “I like it when you say my name.”

You shuddered, feeling the contrast between his tongue's coldness and his breath's warmth against your skin. 

“…Licht, oh! ---That tickles!”

He chuckled, deep and low, leaning down to kiss you, a chaste peck on your lips so different from the previous one, or the way he touched his way down your body until he reached the hem of your nightgown, lifting it so he could have more access to your legs. 

And, of course, you couldn’t just stay put with what was burning deep inside you, tangling your hands in his hair, pulling softly on his silver locks, hands snaking down to unbutton his shirt in painfully slow motions as his lips and those kisses that left you breathless kept your head up in the clouds of pleasure.

Like a hungry wolf, he could barely resist himself, seeing your naked legs just taunting him, your skin so soft calling him to leave love bites and kisses, and right between your thighs that bewitched him to become a hungry beast.

Between his legs, it was starting to ache and throb with need, just by the memory of previous times when your warmth had encompassed him, a maddening sensation that made his head spin just at the remembrance of it.

Your messy kisses were accompanied by desperate hands trying to fiddle with your clothes without breaking contact until you grew desperate. 

Licht was not helpful, squirming and moving away to try to kiss down your neck while he bared you from your nightgown, bunching it up around your waist, and lowering the top until your breasts were exposed to the cold air and vulnerable to his mouth. 

You arched your back, moaning in delight at the feel of his warm mouth, giving up any resistance, if there were any. You wanted to surrender every little resistance, every little thing that could stand in the way of you and Licht. 

Licht was eager, loving, yet desperate; rough calloused hands taking handfuls of your soft flesh, squeezing, fondling. His lips left wet kisses, and on occasion, suckling hard on the peaks of your chest until you sang your pleasure out, his free hand toying with your unattended breast. 

Moving his mouth, he decided to lay kisses between them, kissing a path down your sternum and toward your belly. 

You squirmed, moving your hands to cup his face when he reached between your thighs to toy with your underwear, the tip of his rough fingers caressing where you yearned for him the most. 

“N-No…” You whined as he kissed below your navel, clearly wanting to taste you with his mouth until your legs were quivering, a favorite activity of his whenever you were intimate. 

And despite how much you loved it whenever he’d use his mouth on you, you wanted to feel him deep inside, and noticing how hard he was, enabled the primal desire in your brain of becoming one with him with little to no distance between your bodies.

Your protest fell on deaf ears. Licht continued his way down, pressing his wet mouth to your heat, blowing hot puffs of air against your cunt, making you shiver and whine. Your underwear soon was gone, offering no resistance so you could surrender your body to him. 

Licht took his sweet time, kissing and biting the inner parts of your thighs, noticing your desperation clear in your face and the way you reached to tug at his silver hair. 

He couldn’t help but smile a little, so proud of himself before he buried his face in your pussy, running his tongue along your slit and gently kissing your clit afterward. The way you moaned only fuelled his desire even further, wanting to tease you more and more just to hear you and taste more of you.

Meanwhile, you could be embarrassed by the way your body reached for his silver locks to tug at them to bring him closer to your core, legs lifting over his shoulders and trapping him between your thighs. 

At this, Licht moaned against your heat, enjoying being trapped by your plush thighs to prevent him from focusing on anything else but the taste of you in his mouth as he continued to suckle and lick like a starved man. 

Carelessly, you threw your head back against the soft pillows, feeling his tongue prodding at your hole before licking a long stripe back to your clit. The feeling of his mouth and hands clinging to your thighs drove you mad.

Trapped between your legs, he decided to gently press his hand against your thigh, spreading your legs open to give him more space, hand joining his mouth.

He rubbed his fingers against the slick of your folds, coating them before sliding one inside your welcoming entrance.

A mewl left your lips, arching your back and grinding your pussy against his mouth to pursue the mind-blowing pleasure that was building deep inside you. You felt like you couldn’t resist more. 

Your toes curled and your eyes fluttered closed, chest heaving rapidly when he inserted a second finger, giving you a delicious stretch. You eagerly welcomed him, crying out when he focused on the spot he knew would have you crying out his name helplessly. 

“Licht--!”, you mewled, tugging at his hair, thighs trembling and tensing at the imminent orgasm about to send you down into a spiral of pleasure. 

Licht curled his fingers inside you, enjoying having more of your sweet essence oozing out as you came, velvety walls fluttering around his digits. He couldn’t help but moan against your sensitive core at the taste of you. 

As you came down your high, he pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses on the inner face of your thighs, moving upward toward your belly and then your chest to finally hover over you, a lithe frame covering yours. 

You saw him enjoying himself through half-lidded eyes as he licked his fingers clean, lips glistening with a mix of your essence and his saliva. 

If you had a little shame at that moment you could have hidden your face, not believing the sight in front of you, but this was far from a new occurrence, as Licht often liked to indulge himself between your legs. 

Yet, you were yearning for more, and surely he too was, his cock impossibly hard in the confines of his briefs. You reached toward him, hands hurrying to unbutton the rest of his shirt that you couldn’t manage to reach before, his own hands joining you to help you.

You wrapped your still trembling legs around his hips, finding strength within you to pull him close to you, earning a gasp of surprise from him. 

“Please…” You begged, trying to sit up to wrap your arms around his neck, only managing to move enough to steal a pleading kiss from his lips. Licht was kind, too kind, wrapping his strong arms around you, setting his hands on the curve of your hips, and allowing you to settle your legs at his sides.

Despite the heavy look of desire, Licht smiled at you, his eyes glinting with both the candlelight and moonlight combined. “I love you.” 

He said that every time, and every time it made your heart skip a beat, not tired of hearing him saying that with such sweetness in his eyes and voice, knowing he meant it. 

You couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips, pulling him down for another heated kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist to press your wet, awaiting heat against his hard cock. 

He was not as clumsy as he was the first time, but the darkness didn’t help a bit, with only the candlelight to guide the touches you gave each other. 

Yet, you took the opportunity to take him in your hand, lining him up to your entrance, leaking tip prodding against your throbbing hole. He thrust, slowly spreading you to the width of his cock, a helpless groan leaving his mouth at the feel of being encompassed by your walls. 

He let his head fall against you, face buried against the crook of your neck in such a vulnerable position as he weakened and surrendered to the pleasure and warmth you provided him. 

“Tell me what you want.”, you commanded, whispering in his ear while not allowing him to push himself inside yet by moving your hand and pressing your palm against his abdomen. “I want to give it to you…”

Licht continued to pepper kissing along the sensitive skin of your neck and clavicles, groaning when your walls contracted around him, and unable to form a proper sentence to reply to you but the weak moan of your name. 

“Tell me…I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.” You insisted, rubbing gentle circles on his shoulder blade and making him shudder.

Licht had to fight the hungry wolf inside him, not wanting to take you like a beast, despite you showed no resistance before, your mere touches made him weak to your will and command. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t like how you took control. 

He kissed up your neck to finally reach your lips, once more and not wanting to part. “I want you. Please, I want you.” 

You giggled, hearing the desperation in his voice, feeling it even in his hungry kisses. “Then go on, Licht, take me.” 

With no hesitation and nothing else stopping him, he thrust inside, making you gasp in pleasure at how he buried himself to the hilt, spreading you nicely around his cock, until there was no room between your bodies. 

You clung to his shoulders, the tips of your fingers burying in his rough, scarred skin as he picked a slow pace with deep thrusts, him focusing on your reactions to know what you wanted the most. 

The loud squelch between your bodies was obscene, getting louder and louder the faster he moved, not caring if your love was heard outside the room. You didn’t care any bit. 

There was nothing more in your minds than the brain-melting pleasure of your bodies fitting together perfectly, of the pace and the feel of him filling you to the brim, of your bodies embracing each other. 

Your fingernails raked down his back as you clung to him for dear life, leaving faint red marks on his already marred skin, grinding your body against his to match his pace and send you spiraling into the ecstasy you so much desired. 

Your mewls, growing louder and louder, your hands clinging to him, and your legs tightening around his waist felt like a reward for him, having learned that this was nothing but the best feeling in the world that you both could share. 

Looking into your half-lidded eyes, he focused solely on you, on how your walls contracted, squeezing him and then letting him go, over and over, and Licht had to summon all of his willpower to not spent himself right then and there, not when you were at the peak of pleasure. 

Another kiss brought his attention back to you, open-mouthed kisses were shared, wet with thin ribbons of saliva connecting your lips for seconds and hot puffs of air against each other��s faces as the two sang in mutual pleasure. 

“You make me feel so good~” you purred, reassuring him that everything he was doing felt like heaven to you, “Make me cum, please…”

His pants and soft growls vibrated against your lips as your eyes rolled back. The stretch burned in all the right ways as your walls clung onto his member, thick and hard. Soft thighs locked around his solid torso starting to tremble as your orgasm approached when his frame pinned yours down. 

Continuing to drag your fingers down his back, clawing at him like you were slipping from sanity. His hair tickled your face as he dove down to kiss your neck, leaving an occasional bite in his wake. 

The wet slap of skin embarrassing to even hear, if you had cared at the moment, yet you couldn’t stop as he pulled himself out of you, leaving but the tip inside, just to slap every last inch back into you. Sending you over the edge before you even realized what was happening. 

You writhed and shook under him, robbed of any coherent thought. It made you feel like the feeling of cloud nine was never-ending. 

Toes curled as you drew him down closer to you, your pussy fluttering around him as he refused to let up on the pace he had set. Fucking you right through what could only feel like one of the hardest orgasms you’d had. 

With his name on your lips, you shook and trembled as he didn’t let go of you, fucking you through your orgasm until he reached his own.

His hips stilled, teeth digging into the soft flesh of your neck to stifle the helpless moan that escaped his lips, burying his length inside you as his thick seed spilled.

Still feeling the aftershocks of your high, you and Licht panted, limbs weak and barely able to hold on for much longer. 

Licht sighed, trying to calm his erratic breath, too tired to think of anything else but to hold you with your skin against and the promise of sleep until late morning if possible. 

Watching your chest rise and fall, teary, tired eyes looking at him; he smiled in return, bending down to steal a last kiss for the night, admiring the glint of sweat on your skin. 

And despite he wanted to admire you, and how your bodies looked together, you could barely keep your eyes open anymore, exhaustion finally dragging you to the sweet slumber you wanted from the start. 

Licht could be content with admiring you in the morning, he told himself as he ran the tip of his finger down the soft skin of your cheek, still smiling at how full his heart was with you. 

The flame of the candle flicked, catching the attention of both of you; he turned his head, blowing it off for the night and going back to the darkness, yet, this time he had you in his arms. Not needing a flame or light to keep each other warm as you finally lay next to each other. 

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A Sort of Thanks

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Licht isn’t used to having a body after five hundred years of purgatory… but he makes the most of it with the meek Golden Dawn knight that is keeping an eye on the elves.

Warnings: smut | fem oc

Notes: Fox is a special gal- Licht was in purgatory instead of just waking up but he couldn’t move on for some reason (Patri has a spare Licht body or something idk lmao)

When Licht met Fox he thought she was just a nervous little thing. Her eyes were fixed on the ground and she looked half ready to jump out the nearby window when Julius introduced them.

“Fox is the only one who lives in this wing of the Golden Dawn base, so you’ll be in safe hands.” The now younger mage had said waving his hands about excitedly. “She has such amazing magic! I’m jealous you get to be so close.”

She’d practically jumped out of her skin when she was prompted to speak and Licht couldn’t help but smile warmly at her shyness. William only chuckled lightly and tried to help encourage her.

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Through all her nerves and vague efforts of humour Licht couldn’t keep his eyes off the champagne-pink haired woman.

She had let them pick their own rooms, with hers being at the end of the hallway by an open door that lead to the garden Fana was quick to pick the room across from her. Vetto preferred being closer to Fana picked the room beside her and Rhya followed suit leaving the two rooms beside Fox for the pickings between Licht and Patri.

Really Patri didn’t get a choice, the rules made suggested he needed to be as close as possible to a magic knight at all times so in the middle he went.

The first thing Licht noticed about his room was that it was far from empty. Bird perches littered beneath the window and books stacked far to high intrigued him. Patri’s room was no better- neither were the others with various homes for animals or plants nesting amongst the rooms and books more abundant than even the Golden Dawn library. When asked Fox had only flushed and apologised for the mess- stating she hadn’t been given time to clean up when they arrived. Which was fair.

That’s how it had begun at least… Licht would have never expected, a month later, to end up in her bed with her legs thrown over his shoulders, the softness of her thighs pressing against his arms and chest only pushed him harder… he would make her cum as many times he possibly could, he had to.

It had started so innocently. He’d offered to help her with some work, decoding some runes that he had recognised, and the next thing they knew she was bent over her desk, skirt flipped up and underwear torn as he rocked inside her… she’d felt so good, he couldn’t stop himself from dragging her towards her bed instead.

She deserved to be worshiped, that was his thought process. Thank the woman for taking care of them, for working with them… and what better way to thank her than by fucking her until she saw stars.

Plus after five hundred years of roaming around it was strange being in a body again and he so desperately wanted to feel. Desperate to bury himself deep within her and never relent.

She let out a low moan, mouth unable to form words with each thrust of his hips. It was like her breath had been stolen as his cock brushed against that sweet spot.

And then she changed positions, dropping her legs from his arms to wrap around his waist as he lowered himself down, pointed teeth grazing the sensitive, soft flesh of her breast.

“Feel so good.” He growled against the mound. She whined quietly. Sensitive, she was so, so sensitive and it was driving him mad. “Come on you can keep going, you deserve this Fox.”

“Licht,” she breathed. “Gods fuck please Licht.”

“Yes Fox, say my name… again, say my name again.”

“Licht.” There were tears pricking the corners of her eyes now, her fifth orgasm readying to roll through.

“Good girl.” He said as she spasmed beneath him, his hips unrelenting as she rode out her orgasm, his third following through.

The Elven king pressed his weight onto hers, letting her feel him fully- and so that he could feel how she vibrated with pleasure and overstimulation. Carefully he unsheathed himself from her, minding the whimper she released as she melted into her mattress.

He couldn’t help but look down as her, watch as their release pooled between her thighs… he wanted another taste of her but he knows she should rest… but perhaps he should just help clean her up-

As a different sort of thanks.

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I'm gay but I'd like to have more girls in Housamo, all the ones we have so far are queens.

I think it's because Housamo's fanbase leans so heavily in one direction that they have to put effort into their fem characters.

Housamo invites a lot of comparisons to Fate (being gachas using myths) but Housamo has always gone that extra mile to incorporate the myths into the story, and it goes doubly for the fem characters.

Let's look at Melusine, for example. Yes, she's a dragon maid which fits the archetype, but the whole relationship with Licht goes beyond what one would expect of a gacha.

From a mythology standpoint, unrequited love suits Melusine very well since her myths involve her putting distance between herself and her lovers. This time, the distance she has created between herself and the one she loves is not from a desire to abide by the world's rules but from the hurt of past experiences.

There are also interesting character moments when Licht comes clean that he was manipulating her. Melusine doesn't care because even if his words weren't genuine, they were what she needed to hear at the time.

And Melusine isn't even what one would consider a "main character". She's not thrown in the front of promo arts, not does she drive sales, but she still had that much effort put in.

The same goes for other characters like Ellie, who is commentary on the isolating nature of being a public figure. When she destroys the computer in Chapter 12, it's out of sympathy to the player's plight of being talked about like they are an object rather than a person.

It's just good writing.

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[katzkinder]

Idk why but I headcanon lily as aro ace

Ooh, neat! You're about... The third person I know of who also has that headcanon!

Personally, I headcanon that he identifies as pan, but like... He chooses that as his label because he likes the flag colors better lmao. That's it.

I always meant to type up my headcanons for this but never got around to it, so I think now is as good a time as any?

Misono: sex positive ace. Both because I think it suits him and because I like the contrast with my headcanon of Lily, where Lily has sex related trauma that makes him have difficult feelings about being attracted to others. Misono is almost clinical? When talking about that kind of thing. It can be off putting but he genuinely just thinks the scope of human sexuality is a fascinating thing to research

Mahiru: Bisexual, like his uncle, but not particularly aware of it in that he doesn't identify as anything. He's very "yeah that person is hot" and moves on with his day. The type who goes "huh! I guess I am" if you point out he's queer

Speaking of Queer, Mikuni: uses this exclusively. He thinks it's delightful. Like yes, this is perfect, he IS a very strange and odd little man! And that's all you're getting out of him (genuinely, this is all he gives me aside from maybe some flavor of aro. Jackass)

Lawless: Disaster bi with a distinct preference for intimidating women and older men. Licht is actually out of left field for him. Not typically the type he goes for!

Speaking of Licht: Angel. No I do not know what this means anymore than you do. Figure it out.

Kuro: double demi. His attraction hinges on having close emotional bonds with somebody first and it drives him crazy 😭Like he'll just be chilling and everything will be fine and the next thing he knows he's having an epiphany that ohhh god. oh fuck. oh god oh fuck he cannot DEAL. Terrible at flirting unless he's passing it off as a joke btw

Sakuya: *smash bros announcer voice* GAY

Freya: bi lesbian but calls herself lesbian, because that's what she's always called herself and she's not changing. Completely blindsided by the whole lesbian separatist discourse. Frankly disgusted with it. The big bad butch aligned fem in the corner who stands there and intimidates anyone hassling baby queers. She's got that peasantry farmer's wife bod, which means biceps that can crack your skull if you annoy her.

Iduna: doesn't label. She likes what she likes, so there! (does anyone remember this show lol)

Jeje: He's dressed like a priest, so I think it's safe to assume he's a self hating queer. This is only half a joke.

Ildio: You know that chart that's like functional bi, distinguished bi, disaster bi? He's a secret fourth thing: Himbo bi.

Nicco: Wombo Combo of Functional and Distinguished bi.

I'd add pride pair but my read on them is Lacking due to them not really having much in terms of development...

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