#ikemen jin

[violettduchess]

A/N: This year, as I deal with a far more limited amount of free time, I want to focus on writing things that really spark something for me. These headcanons, which I started almost 6 months ago, recently came roaring back into my imagination and I decided to go for it.

This is imagining how these suitors would react to their small child entering their bedroom in the middle of the night.

Leon, Sariel, Jin, Keith and Gilbert

WC: 2.2 k

The child's white bedroom door, painted with a silvery moon and twinkling stars, opens slowly, a whisper in the still of the night. A small head pokes out, knuckling sleepily at eyes still heavy with the remnants of dreaming. A look left, then right.

The hall is empty.

Tiny bare feet tiptoe across plush carpeting.

One hand clutches a stuffed animal, the other reaches for the curved handle of your bedroom door and which, on a quiet exhale, opens.

Leon

He is awake the moment the door opens. A light sleeper, he never fails to hear when his daughter enters your bedroom, no matter how quietly she tries to. Even now, he pushes himself up, running a hand through his cacophony of dark hair, watching his offspring step as quietly as possible as she makes her way towards the bed. She’s so concentrated on not making noise that she doesn’t notice he’s already up and watching her until she arrives at the foot of the bed.

“Papa!” Her gasp is half surprise, half disappointment when she realizes he has, as always, heard her. Leon laughs softly, the sound still rough with sleep as he motions for her to come over to his side of the bed. 

“I was trying to be extra, extra quiet.” He offers her his hand and she takes it, climbing into the bed and then into the circle of his arms where he cuddles her close. “You were, peanut. You were very quiet but your father has very, very good ears. Especially at night.” 

Perhaps someday she’ll learn why. How good hearing and light sleeping could mean the difference between life and death in the slave pens. But not tonight. Tonight she snuggles into his embrace, clutching her brown bear with his black and red cape to her chest. 

“Shall I bring you back to your bed?” He brushes several dark locks of hair that have escaped her braid away from her plump cheek, his golden eyes warm with affection. His daughter stifles a yawn. “Can I stay here tonight, with you and Mama?” 

How can he say no? “Of course.” He shifts her, tucking her in close against his side where she curls up like a kitten, warm and content. Leon sighs, his heart fuller than he ever imagined it could be, before closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep.

Sariel

He looks up from the paperwork on his lap when the bedroom door slowly opens. One glance at the clock on his nightstand and he knows exactly who dares enter his room, unannounced, in the middle of the night.

His son, hair dark as onyx, eyes as bright as violets, peeks around the door to see his father sitting up in bed, reading by the soft light of an oil lamp. 

“I see you, little one.” The child gives up stealth and hurries into his parents’ room, climbing up the foot of the bed and crawling his way across the velvety covers up to Sariel, careful not to jostle you while you are sleeping. He settles in next to his father, peering at the sheaf of papers still in his hands. “Why are you still up, Papa? It’s so late.”

Sariel glances down at his son, his lips curved in a soft shadow of a smile. “You know what? You are correct. It is very late.” He carefully removes his glasses, placing them in a safe spot on his nightstand and then sets the missives and letters and parchments beside them. He extends his arms and his son happily accepts the silent invitation, burrowing into his father’s embrace, clutching his soft, stuffed snake with the onyx eyes close to his little chest. “We’ll go to sleep together, ok Papa?”

Sariel reaches out, extinguishing the warm light and then shifts, dipping his head to press a kiss to his son’s midnight hair. “A sound plan, son.” He closes his eyes, contentment flowing through him like the soft waves of the ocean. “A very sound plan.”

Jin

He freezes, lifting his head from your neck, his large hand going still on the sensitive skin of your hip. As involved as he may be with you, he has excellent hearing and the opening of the door is as loud in its whisper as a gust of howling wind. He feels the soft huff of air against his cheek as you reign in your galloping heart. Things were just getting good.... With a groan, a mixture of disappointment and the dying embers of desire, he sits up as you adjust your nightgown and tilts his head at the small outline in the doorway.

“Yes, Princess? What is it?”

“I heard a noise. In my wardrobe. I think there’s a monster in there.” Her voice is small, almost tentative as it floats through the darkened bedroom. Jin pushes back his covers, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. He reaches back, squeezing your hand, a gesture that says I’ve got this, before getting up and walking toward his daughter. "Alright little lady, let's go investigate." She slips her small hand in his, clutching her stuffed baby eagle close as they make their way back to her bedroom.

Stepping inside, she pulls her hand away from his and points to the white and lavender closet. “In there, Papa.” Her garnet-colored eyes are wide as Jin clears his throat, fixing a scowl on his face as he faces the wooden doors.

“Listen up. This is Prince Jin speaking and any and all monsters hiding in this wardrobe better leave RIGHT now or else you’ll have to answer to me!”

“Yeah!”, she adds helpfully, eyes narrowing as she glares at the wardrobe, a mirror image of her father.

Jin reaches forward and flings open one door, then the other. Inside are all her dresses and coats. Her shoes all lined up neatly along the bottom. A few stockings peek out of small drawers and her wooden training sword and shield with Jin's crest lean against the side, askew. Jin searches through the clothing, stands on his toes to check the top shelves. He makes a show of it, incredibly thorough and yet serious. Then he turns around to face his daughter. “Looks like any monsters are long gone. And they won’t be coming back.”

A smile like the dawn breaks over her face and she rushes towards him. He leans down and catches her in his arms, holding her tightly against his broad chest. “Thank you, Papa. No monster would ever be stupid enough to come back now!” 

Jin carries her back to her white four-poster bed, grinning as he lays her down amongst her fluffy pillows and pulls the soft covers up to her chest. “Nope, not when they know they have to deal with me.” He glances over his shoulder at the wardrobe. “But how about tomorrow, we go to the knights training grounds and you bring your sword and shield. We can work on your swordsmanship so any monster knows to be just as afraid of you too.”

She grins, nodding eagerly. “Good idea!”

Her enthusiasm has him returning her grin and he leans down, running a large hand over the soft chestnut of her hair. “Alright then. Get some sleep so you’re ready for tomorrow.” She snuggles down into the warmth of her blankets, stifling a yawn even as she rolls over. “I love you, Papa.” He swallows for a moment at the lump of emotion that suddenly swells his throat. “I love you too. Princess. So much.”

Keith

Little feet whisper across dark green carpeting, continuing their journey to his side of the bed. “Papa,” she whispers, tugging on his covers, her stuffed deer dangling from her grip on its antlers. Keith inhales, his handsome face frowning in his sleep as her voice cuts through the fog of dreaming. But he doesn’t wake up yet. However, his daughter is nothing but insistent. She pats his upper arm, clearing her throat and speaking again, this time louder. “Papa. Wake up.”

His golden eyes open slowly and he blinks as he returns to the here and now. The sight of her, with her ashen blond hair and your intelligent eyes, has him sitting up in bed, the last misty tendrils of dreaming vanishing like fog in the sunlight.

“Yes, darling? What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” 

She glances to your empty side of the bed. “I miss Mama.” Those words send his heart spinning, leaving a trail of ache inside his chest as he nods slowly. “I do too. But you remember how she had to go back to Rhodolite. I promise, she’ll be home again soon. Just a few more days.” He reaches for her hand, his thumb running soothingly over her knuckles, marveling at the tininess of her fingers, the softness of her skin. She speaks again, her voice compressed by sadness. “I still miss her.”

He sighs as she hangs her small head, curls covering her face. Then he has an idea. Slowly he gets out of bed and leads her by the hand across the room to the heavy glass doors of the balcony off of the bedroom, his favorite place in the palace to stargaze. Keeping a secure hold of her hand, he slides open one heavy glass door and then walks with her to the large brass telescope. “Take a look in there,” he murmurs, kneeling as he adjusts the eyepiece for her. He wraps one arm around her middle, holding her close. “Can you see it?”

She leans forward slightly. “It’s blurry.” Carefully he adjusts the focuser until he hears her breath catch. “Oh it’s so pretty!” She stares through the telescope in wonder at the bright star, brilliant in its silvery-blue light. 

“That,” he says softly, almost dreamlike, “is your mother’s favorite star.” Gently he pulls her away from the telescope and points upwards. “You can see it without the telescope just there, see the three stars just in a row?” She nods emphatically. “It’s the one all the way to the right.” He pauses, resting his chin tenderly on her small shoulder. “When you miss Mama at night, like you do now, you can look up at the sky and find her favorite star. It may make you feel better.”

She turns around and wraps her arms around Keith’s neck, hugging him with all her might. “Thank you, Papa.” He hugs her close, this walking embodiment of his heart, and smiles.

Gilbert

He is already sitting up when his daughter approaches the bed, her stuffed tiger tucked under her arm. He heard the opening of the door and knew who it was immediately. No one else would ever dare to enter his bedroom in the middle of the night without fearing for their life.

“It’s past midnight, Mäuschen. Why are you wandering through the shadows?” His voice is a gentle that only you and those very close to Gilbert have ever heard. A genuine softness like the blanket of dusk as it falls over the land, the protective moon whispering as it cradles a favorite star. His daughter sighs, pushing away a stray lock of dark hair. “I’m hungry.”

He laughs quietly, his chin tilting down as he regards her. He speaks quietly, not wanting to wake you. You need rest after all, so close to the birth of your second child. He gets up, slipping on his black silk robe and then holds out his hand. She takes hold of it, wrapping her cool little fingers tightly around him and then pauses. “Wait a moment, Papa.” Turning back to the bed, she carefully places her stuffed tiger next to you where you sleep. “Watch out for Mama,” she orders sternly and doesn’t notice the bright gleam in Gilbert’s eyes as he smiles at her protective gesture. She turns, grabbing his hand and nods. “Ok Papa, fertig.” Ready.

He leads her out of the bedroom and a short walk down the hall to his office. Once inside, he walks over to his massive wooden desk, made of the finest dark walnut, and leans forward, turning on the desk lamp. He settles into his chair, into the crimson velvet cushioned seat and motions for her to join him. The Obsidian princess climbs into his lap, eyes bright as she looks at him expectantly. “Shh…this is our secret,” he murmurs, tapping his finger on the end of her nose. She grins slowly and nods. “Versprochen, Papa.” I promise. One arm holds her close as he leans down and opens a bottom drawer. Inside is a small round tin which he takes out and sets on his desk, next to the missives and parchments waiting for him come morning light.

“Go ahead,” he says encouragingly and she leans forward, carefully working the lid off with chubby fingers and then he feels her straighten up in excitement when its contents are revealed. She reaches in and pulls out a hearty oatmeal and raisin biscuit. The cookie is nearly at her lips when she pauses, thoughtfully. Shifting in his lap, she turns to face him and then holds it up. “Do you want a bite, Papa?” Her generosity has him smiling, a warmth like no other brightening his heart as he pretends to consider. “You don’t mind sharing?” She shakes her head, several loose, dark curls framing a face that is the youthful echo of yours. He leans forward and bites off a tiny corner, then leans back with a satisfied sigh. “Mama makes the best biscuits.” 

She bites into the same cookie with much less restraint and then smiles, chewing happily. “Mm hm.” She leans back against his chest and he wraps his arms around her as she continues munching. “Just this one and then it's back to bed with you, little mouse.” She nods, mouth too full to answer and focus far too lost in the pleasure of her treat to respond verbally. Gilbert sighs, turning to rest his cheek against the top of her head. He is utterly and completely at peace.

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[aquagirl1978]

[xxsycamore]

OVERHEAT

╰┈➤ 💜Jin wants you to make yourself at home. He doesn't know that you already have the perfect plan for that.

Jin Grandet x f!Reader; • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Modern AU; Seduction; Pet Names; Sweat; Dirty Talk; Alcohol; Kissing; Neck Kissing; Riding; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Nipple Play; Breast Play • wordcount: 2,830 • masterlist

Part of my Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge. Prompts: At your rich friend's summer villa + Make them work up a sweat then call them sexy

"I see that you're making yourself at home."

You lean your head against the terrace's threshold, looking at the man helping himself to the drink cabinet with the manner of accommodation only the lord of the house would possess - which he's not - but your eyes are trained on his deft fingers mixing a sweet alcoholic concoction. As predicted, he's quick to shoot a remark to refute your chaff.

"It's what they would've wanted for us, no? We're keeping an eye on their home. Last time I checked the drink cabinet was a part of it."

And you were oh-so kind as to turn down any other kind of payment, you think to yourself, not sure if you want to let the words slip out and accidentally stroke his ego. Not when you want to play with said kindness for a little longer.

"Don't worry, I'm making one for you as well. I saved you the most coquettish glass I found around here too."

"It's appreciated."

Jin catches your gaze briefly before making himself appear engrossed with working the shaker. You'd chuckle if it wasn't successfully impressing you.

"What about you, sweetheart? Are you not enjoying it outside?"

He makes it easier for you, instantly clocking your lingering around the door clad in your pink bikini and how it might not be linked to you simply wishing to watch him prepare the cocktails.

"Mm, I was actually just about to come ask you to help me with something, if you don't mind."

Jin smirks, adding the finishing touch to both glasses in the form of two perfect slices of lime he previously cut.

"Of course I don't mind. Let's take these outside, I was just about to join you."

You smile back and turn around, feeling the sun's veil rest hotly on skin as soon as you step out of the shade. Jin follows, not flinching even when he sets his big, sturdy feet bare on the scorching tiles. He takes the few steps leading to the corner of the terrace occupied by a pair of wooden beach lounges and leaves the cocktails by the small table in the middle.

"Let me guess. You were putting sunscreen on but there's this spot you just can't reach, so you need your boyfriend's hands to the rescue."

You snort at Jin, sitting down on the soft cushioning of the lounge. "It's not that, but I like your imagination. I'll keep it in mind when I get to the sunscreen. First I need to decide where I want to lay, so…"

"Okay, let me move the lounge for you."

Bingo.

"Ahh, you're a saver! Wait, let me show you where I want it."

Rejuvenated, you jump to your feet, walking to a somewhat distant spot of the spacious terrace, looking pleadingly at Jin.

"There? Alright, give me a second."

"Yes, the garden is visible from there and I think it's even lovelier from above. We should walk around it properly later… I think I spotted a few fig trees too, and those flowers that I was telling you about…I still don't know what they're called…"

Letting only a murmur in reply, Jin rolls up his red shirt's sleeves just a little higher to be sure, and gets behind the lounge to push it to where you are.

"Jinnn, get rid of that shirt already. I thought you wanted to sunbathe with me?"

Your plea falls on deaf ears for the duration of the task, but the Jin Grandet you know won't just ignore an undressing request like that. So he makes a show out of dusting off his hands once he's done moving the lounge and reaches to the uppermost button on his chest. "Yeah? Someone's getting impatient to see me naked?"

You already regret asking, but the roll of your eyes is more of an exaggeration than anything.

"Anyway, thank you. It's perfect."

You keep your eyes on Jin as you lie down, retrieving your sunglasses from the top of your head to put them on and make yourself comfortable. The way the seconds drag on agonizingly slowly is killing you, but you know you have to time it right before you speak again, "Actually, Jin…"

"Yes, sugar?"

"I think the sun is too much for me here…" You adjust your sunglasses that now do a great job at subtly ogling Jin's freshly-stripped-down torso. "I wonder if you could possibly-"

"Don't get up."

Oh, that's perfect. You offer Jin a polite little chuckle as you settle back into the beach lounge and leave it to Jin to drag it across the terrace along with you.

He makes it look so easy, pulling it to the more shady parts of the terrace once again. His sturdy backwards steps are slowed down enough to make you indulge yourself in the moment, the way he towers over your back and throws a shadow across your body.

"What do you say about… right here, under the straw umbrella. It lets through some sun."

"Hmmm." You linger on the thought, without paying much mind on it in the first place. "Turn me around, maybe?"

"As you wish."

Jin changes position, going to the feet of the lounge now. When he enters your vision, you see that the sun did wonders with the mini-workout you put him through, quickly turning the efforts into beads of sweat forming all over his toned torso. He's glorious when he leans down to grab a hold of the lounge, letting you fix your eyes on him from above. He knows you're staring, even with the shades on, but whatever.

He's done with your request all too soon. The beads of sweat start running down his body by the time he straightens himself back up, and his height looks even more impressive when you're so close to the ground. The sun creates a soft halo over his chestnut head when you follow his fingers carding through his hair.

"Jin," You start, not even pausing to wonder when your breath has become as rasped as if you were the one doing all the hard work around here, "I think I'm still a little hot."

"Sure you are. Clenching your thighs shut like that, I imagine it's not helping much.

The sudden realization hits you with a shudder, and your legs part open. Jin invites himself in, sinking one knee down between yours before you can grasp a sense of the situation.

"I…"

"What? Don't tell me you don't like it here either."

You turn your head to the side as Jin leans in closer, leaving your neck open for his kisses. There's nothing delicate about them; he can't be patient any longer, roughened by your little games - and you take all the credit for making him like that. While playing coy of course.

"Mm… I think I'm beginning to enjoy myself here."

Jin's teeth graze your skin and he can't help himself letting them linger right there; imprinting their shape on you as he bites your shoulder playfully. He is quick to travel south, making good use of your exposed skin due to the bikini, until his cleavage kisses spread all the way to the thin strap connecting the two triangular patches of fabric over your chest. You look at Jin bewildered and he has the audacity to hold your gaze as he catches the strap between his teeth and yanks your bikini up.

Your breasts bounce free and a gush of indecency creeps through you. Surely there must have been less animalistic ways for your boob-crazed boyfriend to undress you.

Not that you feel like scolding him. Even if he ends up tearing your bikini apart, at the very most you'd smack his cheek before accepting that you'll have to sunbathe topples for the rest of the day. You're quite the opportunist. If that were the case, you're sure you'd use it to your advantage, putting Jin's self-control to the test while secretly seducing him. He wanted to be with someone who matched his sexual energy, he's not allowed to complain now.

While you think of all the could-have-been's, Jin takes a more simple approach at exploring his desires, by putting his face where he likes it most.

"Think 'm beginning to enjoy m'self here as well."

You can tell, if not merely by knowing him all too well, then by the lustful haze in his eyes. His tongue licks a wet stripe across your left breast until the hard nipple is caught between his plush lips, and he sucks on it. That little spark alone sets the pit of your belly on fire and your legs can barely remain still, so you tentatively wrap one of them around Jin's torso. He humps the crevice of your thigh twice and you mewl into the back of your hand, stuck between wanting him to keep sucking and humping you and wanting him to do more. Gradually the latter prevails as it's barely enough for you.

"Jin…"

"Nngh," a guttural sound rolls off Jin's throat the moment your hand trails down to grasp his length through his white shorts. He lets go of your chest, leaving it glistening with saliva, and sits up between your parted legs, caressing one of them all the way to your knee then palming the ball of it, readily, as if about to rearrange you any moment now for a nice fucking. "Tell me something."

There's question in the tone of your voice even if the sound you produce reminds more of a needy moan. Your fingers toy with the ties of your bottom piece, waiting to see if Jin bashes your hand away in favor of unwrapping you himself. But whatever he's going to ask about seems to be more important, so you try to listen.

"What was that all about? You didn't care about sunbathing, did you?"

The delicious bulge in Jin's shorts is very distracting, especially when he times his question with getting rid of them. You wouldn’t want to miss the moment his cock springs out.

"Haha…" You begin, your lips suddenly feeling dry, and you only pick your speech again when you're satisfied with the display of Jin's length sitting up against his abdomen, hot and hard and all yours. "Sue me. You're just so sexy when you work up a sweat."

"So that's what it was. Couldn't think of any other ways to make me work up a sweat?" Jin receives his answer but keeps looking at you, considering something. He gives his cock a nice pump, bottom to top. By now you've come to absolutely loathe the piece of fabric covering you where you're the hottest, and you take matters into your own hands - but Jin's larger hand intervenes, halting your actions as he instead goes for your hip, nudging you to get up.

You stare at him puzzled but comply, letting him switch your places as you find yourself straddling him on the beach lounge.

"Now," he pulls the ties undone on your left side, "Let's see you work up a sweat. What do you say?", then he mimics his actions on the right side, letting the fabric fall and expose your glistening heat.

You suck on a breather, an almost painful throb manifesting between your legs with Jin's request for you to ride him. Had he said that a few minutes ago you'd throw a tantrum, as in your head there hardly was a sexier outcome of this than you lying down being taken by Jin as sweat runs down his body. But for how nonchalant he appears to be, Jin is quite cunning at times. He turns the tables in the one moment he knows you won't be able to refuse him.

And truly, he doesn't need to ask twice. Now completely bare, it's so easy for you to get into position and make sure the tip of his cock kisses your folds ever so titillatingly as you lean in to plant your lips against Jin's. Your right hand finds its way between your legs, enjoying the discovery of your wetness coating the angry-red tip already. Your fingers slip inside your heat, and the promise of something bigger replacing them in just a second makes your toes curl as you prepare yourself.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Guide it in yourself."

Jin's whisper is so raspy as the air of it caresses the side of your face that you have to remember to keep breathing, and you withdraw your fingers. The emptiness inside you calls with another agonizing throb and it's only emphasized by the feeling of Jin in your hand. As you wrap your fingers around his hardness, your slick envelopes him, and you make sure to spread it all over the tip as well. Jin places his sturdy hands in the folds of your knees as they rest on both sides of his abdomen, gently encouraging you. You want to kiss him one last time before your breath is completely stolen, so you do that - but you don't drag it out too long, for neither of you can hold back much longer.

You guide the tip of his hardness inside yourself, and as it catches onto your entrance your walls instantly squeeze around it with a vice-tight grip. Relaxing is harder when you're on top because gravity wants to do its own thing, and you're desperate - but somehow you manage to take it all in, nice and slowly. Jin is huge. You're sure you're never going to get used to it.

"Fuck." He swears, fingernails biting into the paper-thin skin of the crease of your knees, and it sends shivers down your spine. It makes you move up on Jin, and then all too soon fall back down. The feeling is overwhelming, but you can't help wanting more. So you repeat the motion; once and twice and then the wet sounds of you fucking yourself on Jin's cock reach your ears, so you know you've fallen into that lustful dance.

Jin reaches up and grabs a hold of your bouncing breasts, because of course he does, and it enhances the hot feeling inside you. His cock fills you up so nicely, as you drag yourself up and down his length, that you feel like your body moves on its own chasing after the pleasure.

"Do it faster," Jin instructs, and you change position, letting your legs fall to the tiles as you grasp the headrest of the beach longue for purchase without pausing for a second, "Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good."

The new angle makes it so easy to bounce up and down on Jin, and you take maximum advantage of that, destined to fuck him until the thirst of both of you is clenched. Moans spill from your parted lips, and you chant his name oh-so easily as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Jin's hands leave your breasts only for them to settle on your waist instead. He easily slows you down without using much of his strength, and you whimper at the loss of the delicious build-up he deprived you of. But you're proud to see him just as worked-up as you are.

You use the moment to place some playful kitten licks on his collarbones. The salty taste of his skin all but turns you on more, and you're quite drunk on him. Without noticing, you’ve started grinding down on him again, impatient as you are.

Jin groans and supports your naughty acts, thumbs digging into your hips. He flashes you a wanton look before taking the reins, thrusting his pelvis up.

"Ahhh!!" The moan rips out of your throat, and you don't have room to collect more air before Jin starts earnestly fucking into you from below.

"You're gonna cum all over me? Let me feel you get so tight?"

"Ahhh-Yes, yes- Jin- oh God-"

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the powerful thrusts make you lose control, and before you know it you're soaring; a powerful orgasm whips through you and your walls clamp down on Jin's cock, hard. Your head is still in the clouds when the telltale groan of Jin following you comes to your ears, and you moan as the hot mass inside you is rapidly removed, making your juices leak out with a small gush. The sensation of hot ropes of cum spraying on your naked skin all but heightens the tingling that still courses through your nethers, and Jin's erotic face is a rewarding sight through your own lens of pink haze.

"Aww…" You let the tiredness in your limbs settle in along with the afterwaves of pleasure as you slide your body down against Jin's, the mixture of your fluids trapped in between. "This calls for a bath."

Jin's hand maps the width of your sun-warmed back, caressing you softly.

"It does. We've yet to check out the water pressure of their showerhead."

"J-Jin!"

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[5mary5]

In their 30s at most and they are acting like old fucking men already

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[y2ashlee]

Jin every time one of his younger brothers falls in love with Belle

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[believaeu399]

this is kinda nsfw I think but um

Do yall think Jin and Nokto have mastered the art of pulling out? These two sleep around non stop and I’m sure they don’t want any mini versions of them running around. I know in a certain era they use something that’s almost like a condom but it’s made from an animal and I’m not sure they had it in the era that Ikepri takes place in

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𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰

𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

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➵ 𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙.

[nobunaga-wifuu]

saw the other do this so I just got the mood to edit all of the characters 😽 , anyway this is the part 1 😺👌

[articdelilah]

I love the Ikemen Prince Fandom sm😭 Yall are all horny and SO AM I!!

Anyways love you all 💞💞💞

[ikeprimodern]

[violettduchess]

Hi my lovely!! If you’re able to still take the requests, would you consider Jin + Cowboy + Spice? 💘 hehe tysm!!!

A/N: Here you are @jozhenji💜 Hope you like it! Thank you for giving me a reason to write another Western AU!

Jin x Reader

WC: ~1.5k

“Oh my lord, it’s him! It’s him!”

“He’s back!! How’s my hair? Is my rouge good?”

The gaggle of saloon girls crowding at the window reminds you of a group of very excited birds, the bright yellow, pink and blue feathers of their costumes fluttering with every excited movement they make.

“Ladies.” Your voice is cool and calm but loud enough to reach them over the normal saloon sounds of gruff murmuring, chairs scraping against the wooden floor, the piano off in the corner playing popular tunes. “Back to work.” They turn, a flock in motion, but the hand on your hip and the tilt of your head are stern enough to pull a collective sigh from them before they tap tap tap on their heels back to wherever they were before it was announced that Jin Grandet was back in town.

You lean against the edge of the bar, exchanging a look with Luke, the shaggy-haired bartender, who simply shrugs one of his big shoulders and goes back to drying glasses. A moment later, the door of the saloon swings opens and a tall, broad figure momentarily blocks the spill of cool, early evening light.

“What a fine night it is in Rhodolite County. Evening, everyone. Drinks on me!” Jin steps further into the saloon and grins as a cheer rises from the patrons, his name being shouted in greeting and good cheer. He spots you, all in red, the only woman allowed to wear that color in Belle's, leaning on the end of the smooth, wooden bar, your gaze casually glancing his way as you raise a glass of rich mahogany wine to your lips. His grin widens as he strolls in your direction, his gait lighter than one would think for a man of his size.

You try to keep your expression blank, but it’s difficult not to let your appreciation of that compelling physique show. His jeans hug long, powerful legs. His midnight blue shirt is tucked into them, leaving very little to the imagination. It’s an easy stroll, following the line of his muscular legs to a surprisingly narrow waist and then back up to wide, powerful shoulders. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, revealing strong forearms. One hand is shoved enticingly into the front pocket of his jeans. His dark hair, brown kissed by fire, is covered by a black pinch-front cowboy hat and anyone who didn’t know Jin would assume the white object at the corner of his shapely lips is a cigarette.

You know better.

“I ain’t ever gonna get used to the sight of a grown-ass man suckin’ on a lollipop.”

His grin grows brighter as he reaches up, pulling the sweet red treat from his mouth. A few of the saloon girls sigh audibly and you turn your head, shooting a glare in their general direction. Quickly the feathers bob up and down as they return to work.

“Want a taste?” He slides onto the bar stool closest to you, garnet eyes alight as he holds out the lollipop in your direction. With a huff, you roll your eyes, lifting your wine glass in response.

“Already got something far superior, Grandet.”

Although your words are thorny, you’re moving behind the bar, fixing him a drink. While you’re preparing his whiskey on the rocks, he’s approached by other patrons. They welcome him back to Rhodolite with slaps on the shoulder and excited questions about his latest adventure in Obsidian.

One of the saloon girls slinks forward, pressing a hand to the hard plane of his chest, batting lashes coated in thick black mascara. They remind you of gangly spider-legs

“You were gone so suddenly, Jin. We all missed you.”

He reaches up, wrapping her hand in his big one and removing it from his chest. He does it so fluidly, so effortlessly, with a grin so flirty and promising that she doesn’t even notice.

“When the sheriff gives an order, sweet thing, his officers have to answer.” 

A rugged man with eyes lit up by booze and admiration leans his elbow on the bar counter.

“Tell us, Jin, did you run into the Gilbert gang?”

This could turn into an all-nighter if he starts answering the town folks' questions. It wouldn’t be the first time. Pointedly you set his drink down in front of him. 

“Alright alright. Clear off now. Jin and I have saloon business to take care of. Ya’ll can pester him later.”

Jin is your business partner and part owner of Belle’s, having jumped at the chance to help you open the place several months ago. He's happy to leave the run of it in your hands, but does like to be included in certain business decisions. Just last month, before he had left on his mission for Sheriff Michel, he had brought you a bottle of wine from Benitoite county, promising you it would increase sales if sold here. And he had been right, to the tune of 40 percent.

Now he frowns, sighing almost theatrically as he turns to face you. “I just walked in the place and you want to talk business?” He shakes his head, sliding off the bar stool with his drink in his hand. “Dealing with the Obsidian gang is easier than my partner here,” he says to an eye-roll from you and raucous laughter from the crowd. He lifts the whiskey, knocking it back in one smooth motion and then sets the empty tumbler down on the bar.

You make your way towards the narrow spiral staircase in the back corner of the saloon, listening as Jin claps people on the shoulder, promising them a drink on him later as well as the details of his adventures in Obsidian county. They all watch him go, shaking their heads. Poor guy, just back and now it seems you’re calling him to the chopping block for one thing or another.

The staircase leads to the second floor of the building, the place where there are several bedrooms. Yours, as owner, is at the end of the hall and bigger than the rest. Reaching into one of the discrete pockets sewn into the crimson satin of your gown, you pull out the iron key to your door even as you hear the heavy steps of Jin’s cowboy boots along the wooden corridor. 

Stepping inside your bedroom, a sanctuary of mint green and gold and delicate decorations, you turn, dropping the key into a small soap dish shaped like a lily-pad as Jin steps inside and then one-handedly closes the door firmly behind him. 

Your eyes lock and for a moment, neither of you moves. And then you’re rushing forward and he’s pulling you towards him, wrapping his strong arms around you and crushing your eager lips with a kiss. He tastes like whiskey, sweet and tangy, and on his tongue you catch the faintest hint of strawberry lollipop. Your fingers grip the nape of his neck as another wave of thunderous craving rolls through you.

“Lord, I missed you,” he manages to growl somewhere in the tangle of kisses. His cowboy hat has fallen to the floor and somehow the straps of your gown have come undone. He lowers his head, pressing his mouth to the line of your neck, following it down to the smooth skin of your bare shoulder. His strong hands are anchored at your waist, deliciously firm. Your head lolls back to give him access; his hair soft between your fingers.

“You got some nerve just waltzin’ in like that, Jin Grandet." Your words exist in that place between a whisper and a gasp. "No note that you’re back. No private visit. I ought to turn you out right now.”

He huffs against the delicate skin of your collarbone.

“You won’t. Not with the way I turn you on.”

You groan, half at the terrible pun, half at the way his mouth is hungrily exploring all the skin above the heart-shaped neckline of your dress.

“Besides,” he breathes as he skims his hands up your back, his face pressed against the softness of your cleavage, “I wanted to surprise my girl.”

He urges you towards the bed, showing shocking dexterity despite the size of his hands as he works the hooks of your gown. You put a hand between you, feeling the way his heart is hammering even through the soft cotton of his shirt.

“Jin…?”

He lifts his head, hair a disheveled mess, eyes glowing like hot coals with want.

“Yeah?”

You smile slowly, reaching out to cup his face with your palm. The touch is a moment of tenderness, a light in the dark sea of desire you’re both sinking into.

“I missed you too. So very much.”

His breath catches as he feels the truth of your words, the soft sincerity of them. His dark head bows, lifting your hand to his lips where he places a loving kiss to the back of it.

“C’mere, cowboy,” you murmur, lowering yourself onto the bed and pulling him along with you. “Lemme show you.”

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[aquagirl1978]

I'm going through screenshots, looking for something for a fic, and forgot how funny Jin's route is.

[xxsycamore]

Congratulations on 1500 I was wondering if you could do

💌 with Jin (ikepri)?

I was gonna give you context with this ask but I also wanted to give you a lot of space to work.

Ty

❤️❤️❤️

Now I'm curious if you had something in mind and how much it matches my idea :D

[💌] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙹𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝…

JIN:

It must be still very odd to Leon how Jin's eyes don't trail off to the tavern's waitresses anymore. It's only understandable, now that he's a taken man - another oddity that the other prince is slowly getting used to - but if one thing is still the same, it's their preferred way of unwinding together. As they partake in idle conversations about this and that, occasionally greeting a familiar face in the tavern who stops by their table to say a word or two, Jin relaxes back in his chair. By habit, his hand travels down to hook a thumb in his trousers' pocket, and that's when he feels something inside that he doesn't remember putting in there.

They're again alone at the table as Jin takes it out, making Leon produce a little "oh?" noise behind the rim of his mug.

"My room tonight?" Jin reads the text of the note out loud without thinking.

Leon sucks in a breath. "When did someone manage to slip this in your pocket? You and your charms... Good that you found it now at least. You wouldn't want your lover to accidentally see it."

Jin can only stare at the piece of paper. He could recognize your handwriting anywhere. It's just a little game you two have going on, pretending your room is not the first place he'll be going to upon entering the palace later tonight anyway.

His lips stretch in a smirk.

"Yeah. You're right."

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[5mary5]

"Old man" "pleasure perv", have I mentioned already how much I love these two? No? Well now you know and I will probably mention it again

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

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