#ikepri Aurelia
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tulipsaisle · 6 months ago
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Story Event hosted by: @olivermorningstar & @lorei-writes
Banner credit to: @olivermorningstar & @lorei-writes
My giftee: @kaizoku-musume
Fandom: Ikepri Yves
A very special message for you:
Hi hi!! This is my present for you to celebrate this event hosted by the two iconic duos. It is an art of Aurelia, when I read your form she really caught my attention. She's cool as hell and I hope you like what I did and how I added the introduction. I tried my best to follow thru, so lemme know what you think. Happy Mayday! Heyday!
Stay spunk and spicy - Aurelia Deveroux
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Other Tags: @chandeliermichel @judejazza @flimflam707
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kaizoku-musume · 5 months ago
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Aurelia's eyes narrowed over the edge of her fan. "That's an odd question to ask out of the blue. I wonder what you're hinting at," she simpered, "If you're truly dying to know, I suppose I can indulge you. Love is kindness. At the center of every gesture of love-the words, the gifts, all those little things people dress it up in-is a desire to be kind to the object of your affections, whether romantic or otherwise. Love without kindness isn't love at all. Does that adequately satisfy your curiosity?"
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Answer in the voice of your OC...
[Name]! How would you define love?
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kaizoku-musume · 1 month ago
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Say My Name
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Entry #24 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation 2023 kinktober event. I have a brief summary of my OC here for anyone interested.
Fandom: Ikepri
Pairing: Yves x OC (Aurelia)
Word count: 1.8k
Prompts: Against the Wall | Bent Over a Table/Desk
With an exaggerated flourish, Aurelia placed a bookmark at the end of the chapter and closed her newest book on medicinal herbs. “All done,” she announced, trailing  hand from Yves’ knee to his thigh. He’d been patiently, obediently sitting in her lap for nearly half an hour while Aurelia read aloud, speared on her cock the whole time. He deserved a reward for being so good, listening quietly (for the most part) even as Aurelia teased him. 
Too bad she wasn’t going to give him one.
“Can I come now?” Yves asked, adorably unaware of what Aurelia had in store for him.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” Aurelia pretended to consider it, “I feel like I did all the work while you got to sit there looking all pretty. You couldn’t even be still and silent like you promised, squirming and whining whenever I moved.” She gripped Yves’ chin, tugging his face up and to the side so she could gaze down at him. “I think you should do something for me before I let you come.”
Yves’ expression warred between petulance and resignation. Aurelia could guess what he wanted to say: blame his disobedience on her for touching him, teasing him, making him break her rules when he was trying his best to follow them. It was always a toss up, whether Yves would continue to be a brat or give in right away.
“What do you want me to do?” Yves asked, suspicious. Smart boy.
Aurelia grinned with the fakest innocence she could summon, “Oh, nothing big. I’d just like to hear you say my name while I’m fucking you.”
Yves flushed at her phrasing. “I always say your name,” he said, lightly head butting her jaw like a cat seeking attention. He got so needy when she made him be her cockwarmer; Aurelia would have to find some way to set aside time for an hours long session someday.
“My full name, baby,” with a single sentence, Aurelia crushed Yves’ hope. Poor thing was never able to string together three syllables when getting fucked-there was no way he’d be able to manage four without using some kind of trick.
“I can’t do that,” Yves immediately denied.
“You’ll have to,” Aurelia said bluntly, moving the book to the side of the otherwise empty desk and guiding him to lay over it, standing up with him to keep her cock buried in his ass. She adjusted the bands of her strapon to prevent them from digging into her. “You won’t get to come until you do.” She waited until Yves was halfway through his next sentence, an attempt to bargain for a different command, before she began fucking him at a steady, moderate pace. She could have gone easy on him, but what was the fun in that?
“Aura!” Yves shouted. Aurelia grinned wide and sharp. Yves’ best chance at saying her full name was right then; now he was going to get all caught up in his head and lose himself to the rhythm of her thrusts. “Aura, please, you know I can’t.”
“Yes you can. You haven’t even tried,” Aurelia feigned sympathy. He would get there in time, but Aurelia was going to make him struggle a bit first. To his credit, Yves did try, mouth attempting to give life to the word as she rocked into him. But he couldn’t manage more than repeated babbles of “Aura-” before he broke off into gasps and moans. Not worried in the slightest that Yves would pull it off this early, Aurelia admired the view before her.
Yves was gripping the edge of the desk, head resting on the wooden surface and tilted to the side so he could breath, his back splayed out, her cock disappearing behind the globes of his ass. She gripped one cheek and spread it so she could see his cute little hole swallow her shaft, pulling out until only half of the tip was visible before pushing forward, enjoying the way his rim shrunk and expanded to accommodate her size.
“Aura, please, please!” Yves begged, his whines kicking up at the knowledge that she was watching him so intimately.
“Better hurry up,” Aurelia said, nonchalant as anything, squeezing the plump flesh of his ass. “The longer it takes, the harder it will be.”
“I told you I ca-ah!” Yves shrieked when Aurelia smacked his ass. He switched tracks immediately. “More, more,” he urged, doing what he could to lift his butt. Aurelia could see his plan from a mile away, but what harm would it be to indulge him for a bit? So she brought her hand down again and again, painting his ass red. Yves got quite worked up, hands clawing at the desk, cries pitching higher and higher, body writhing and putting friction on his cock.
He could come like this, Aurelia knew, so she stopped when he started trembling. “No!” he wailed, struggling to push back on her cock, to angle her thrusts to his prostate. So he was choosing to be a brat, then. Aurelia could work with that.
Aurelia pinned him down with a hand to his lower back. “Did you really think that would work? Did you think I would take back my order and let you come when you wanted?”
“But I can’t do it!” Yves yelled, edging away from bratty to distressed.
“Oh, sweetie,” this time, there was real sympathy in Aurelia’s voice. She held still and brought her free hand up to cup Yves’ jaw, thumb stroking his cheek. “I wouldn’t give you an order if I didn’t think you could do it. I can be mean, but I’ll never set you up to fail. And you have your safeword if you truly can’t handle something, which I will always respect and will never let it affect my opinion of you.” Something had gone wrong somewhere that Aurelia hadn’t seen, and she would get to the bottom of it after this. “Do you trust me?”
What a loaded question. And yet Yves said “yes” without hesitation, even though he still looked a bit sullen. Likely chastising himself for breaking down.
Ignoring the emotions that cropped up over Yves trusting her so easily, Aurelia focused on salvaging the moment. “I have two suggestions for you then. The first is that you let me fuck you for a little bit while you just enjoy it before again. The second is that we skip the play entirely and I simply let you come. Which do you prefer?”
Yves hesitated, chewing on his bottom lip as he considered. “The-the first,” he decided tentatively.
“Okay sweetie,” Aurelie leaned down and kissed him, feeling Yves relax more as she kept it light and sweet. She grinded into him, gentle and unhurried. “Let’s have fun for right now. All you need to care about is feeling good. I’ll let you know when to try again, and if you really can’t, then I let you come anyway, no punishments, for having the courage to give it another try. Sound like a plan?” Yves nodded, mollified.
Instead of riling him up, Aurelia kept it nice and slow, drawing soothing hands up and down his back, hips rolling into his in a smooth, indulgent glide. She laid kisses in the space behind his ear, along his jaw, down his neck, across his shoulders. The sappy shit that Yves loved and she pretended not to. Yves was quickly warming up under her touch, rocking back eagerly, mouth parted around encouraging sounds.
They kept it up, this gentle back and forth, for the next few minutes. When all the tension had drained from Yves, Aurelia finally brought it up. “Are you ready to try again?” she checked in.
“Uh huh,” Yves mumbled against his arm, sounding more like he was about to drop off to sleep instead. That wouldn’t do-Yves would never say her full name if he slipped into subspace.
Kicking the pace back up to what it originally was, Aurelia raked her nails down his back. That did the trick, Yves jolting back to full awareness with a sharp cry. “Wake up, kitten, you have a job to do,” Aurelia tapped along the knobs of his spine. Yves made a noise like he was dying, but he obediently made another attempt at saying her full name. Aurelia was kind enough not to intentionally make it too hard for him.
Mostly.
She planted her hands on the sides of his hips, using her grip on him as leverage to pull him back into her thrusts. But that was all she allowed herself in terms of tormenting him. Still, Yves couldn’t get further than the l in her name, breaking off into gasps and moans and other pleas. The thing was, Aurelia hadn’t lied, necessarily; she’d simply omitted the truth. Yves could do it, but he’d need a hint to figure out how.
“Come on, baby, I know you can do it,” she whispered in his ear, “Prove that you’re my good. Little. Kit. Ten.” sShe stood back up so Yves couldn’t see her smirk. That should do it.
“Oh, you’re so-mmm, mmmm-meannn,” Yves caught on. Just as she’d demonstrated for him, when he said her name this time, every syllable was separated between her thrusts. “Aur. El. I. A.”
“There you go! I told you you could do it,” Aurelia said. She waited until Yves opened his mouth to no doubt complain to start driving into him even faster and harder, forcing a choked groan out of him instead. His legs kicked out as he shouted, too close to her own for comfort. She lifted his right leg and set it on the desk, the new position making it easier for her to sink in even deeper and strike his prostate on every swing. Yves screamed into the desk, hands clawing at the wood.
He was beyond words at this point, essentially forced to lie there and take it. And he was so good at taking it, sobbing and clenching around her cock, screaming for her when she hit that sweet spot just right. Aurelia was confident it wasn’t sentiment that caused her to decide Yves took to being fucked best out of everyone she’d slept with.
It didn’t take long at all for Yves to come, shaking through the force of it. Aurelie gradually slowed down, drawing it out for as long as Yves could withstand it before stopping all together. She carefully slid out of Yves and sat back on her chair, leading Yves on trembling legs back to her lap, this time facing her. “You did so well, kitten,” she wiped at the tear tracks running down Yves’ cheeks. He muttered complaints under his breath but leaned into her touch, body curling into hers as he sought comfort. Aurelia tried in vain not to let it affect her too much, but as with everything that had to do with Yves, it was a losing battle, and a swell of affection burned bright in her chest as she held him close.
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kaizoku-musume · 4 months ago
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Lunar Phase
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This was written for the Sunshine & Starlight challenge that @violettduchess and @lorei-writes created. I felt like it was finally time for Aurelia to feature in one of these.
Fandom: Ikepri
Prompt: Full Moon
Word count: 2k
Yves swiped at his eyes, but his tears were long gone. Aurelia had led him to the outdoor sitting area after she found him crying in the kitchen; she went to return to the castle for something, leaving him alone with the moon and his thoughts. He really should be getting to bed-his eyes must already look awful and it was only going to get worse the longer he stayed up. He’d have to apply a warm compress and a good bit of makeup in the morning. But there was something about turning Aurelia down that was terrifying, honestly. 
Oh, speak of the-no, that was mean, and besides, there were others more deserving of the title (despite how similar she was to Nokto). Aurelia was coming back, carrying a tray of tea with her. Yves should get up and help her, but the surreality of the situation kept him seated. Aurelia was wearing a surprisingly modest set of pajamas considering her usual attire (a very cute nightdress that covered her chest and legs and wasn’t sheer at all) and bringing him tea. The situation was weirdly domestic compared to how Aurelia was in the light of day.
So he sat in stunned silence until Aurelia joined him, setting the tray on the table and taking a seat next to him. “I finally have a chance to show off my tea making skills,” she said as she poured them both a cup.
“You made this?” Yves asked. He winced at his rudeness. Obviously, she must have, since none of the servants were awake at this time. It was just that Aurelia had this, well, aura about her. Like she was more fitted for royalty than most of Yves’ own brothers. The idea of her never having to lift a finger to get what she wanted suited her more than anyone else yves had ever met.
Aurelia graciously ignored his faux pas. “Of course, herbal tea is my specialty,” she even handed him his cup. What was going on? Was it just that she was feeling bad for him?
Despite being suspicious, Yves took a cautionary sip. He couldn’t help the surprised, delighted sound he made when the flavour burst across his tongue. It was sweet, with just the right undercurrent of citrus, the two complimenting each other well. The soft floral scent tickled his nose when he lifted the cup to his mouth.
“Chamomile and lemon,” Aurelia informed, the picture of perfect poise as she drank her own tea. “Useful for when you’re trying to get a good night’s rest.” So it was pity. It was the same when she’d manipulated the court into being more accepting of Yves in spite of his half-Obsidian bloodline. He should probably be more upset than he was, shouldn’t he? But he was mentally drained and physically exhausted, and it was so much easier to drink this delicious tea.
“I’d tell you the recipe, but I’m afraid it’s a trade secret,” Aurelia said with a somewhat conspiratorial air, “Though I may be convinced to make a trade. Say, one recipe for another? Of course, I don’t mind if you want to visit me whenever you want a cup. I heard it’s good for your health if you see a pretty face every day.” She winked and Yves sputtered, miraculously not making a mess.
Aurelia didn’t bat an eye and began chatting about inconsequential things, carrying on a largely one-sided conversation that Yves could freely listen to as he slowly came back to himself. It took him longer than he wanted to admit to notice that Aurelia wasn’t mentioning his breakdown from earlier at all. This was, in fact, the most normal discussion Aurelia had with him since they’d met. So of course Yves had to ruin it by blurting out, “Aren’t you going to talk about it?”
Ugh, why did he always put his foot in his mouth? Today was such a disaster, and he was the one who kept making it worse. He fidgeted under her cool gaze, Aurelia seemingly unfazed by the disaster in front of her. “What should I say?” she asked, voice gentler than the words themselves suggested, “Should I pretend I don’t know what caused you to be upset and ask about it? Offer you platitudes like ‘you shouldn’t hate yourself because you’re a good person’ and ‘one day you’ll feel better’?” She tilted her head, her smile knowing but not unkind. “Does any of that ever help?”
Well . . . no, no, not really. If Yves is being honest, while he appreciated the sentiment (and the people who tried to cheer him up), those words had always rang . . . hollow. It was easy to say he should like himself or that things will get better, but Yves had been trying to do that his whole life and hasn’t gotten very far. How much harder does he have to work at it? When did things get better?
Aurelia was watching him like she could read his mind. “I don’t like wasting my breath on pointless words,” she refilled her cup, “Well-meaning words that sound nice but have nothing to back them up are incapable of bringing about change. You can;t like yourself when someone tells you you’re good if you don’t think you’re good enough. People rarely hate themselves because it makes sense to do so.”
There was something there in what Aurelia was saying that Yves almost couldn’t believe, a self-assurance that he would only expect from people in the same situation as him. It was hard to put his finger on it, because Aurelia usually sounded self-assured, but it was different. Just ten minutes ago, Yves would have said that was impossible. But here she was, sitting next to him in regular pajamas, sharing tea she had made herself, and Yves wouldn’t have predicted that either. Maybe this was just him embarrassing himself again, but he felt a little confident in asking, “Do you hate yourself too?”
He worried he got it totally wrong in the few moments of silence before Aurelia confirmed, slow and thoughtful, “That used to be the case, yes. There was a long time where I hated-everything, really. Myself, other people, the world at large. Sometimes I didn’t know who I hated the most.” Yves stared gobsmacked at her confession. Sure, he thought that might be the case, but to hear the truth from her own mouth was unexpected. Aurelia laughed at his expression. “Why ask if you’re going to be so surprised? Is it that hard to believe?”
“Yes,” Yves admitted honestly. He was rewarded with the rare sight of Aurelia’s surprise, there for a second and then gone once she caught it. “You’re so good at standing up for yourself,” he continued, “and you're so . . . mature when you do it. You know exactly what to say to make people do what you want. And you don’t care what they say about you. You would never cry on the kitchen floor because someone was mean to you.” Yves hung his head in shame. So Aurelia used to struggle with hating herself too, but she already learned to overcome it while he was still at the starting line.
“Why do you think what I’m doing is any different from what you’re doing? I just have an unfair advantage,” Aurelia tipped his chin up with her knuckle, “Maybe I’m not the type of person who cries in secret, but do you think I’m completely unfeeling? My emotions happen to run counter to yours, that’s all.”
Yves swallowed, suddenly nervous at their proximity. Aurelia would usually be taking this opportunity to flirt with him, but she was being completely serious, and that was a dynamic Yves didn’t have a defense against. And up close like this, it was hard for Yves to ignore how beautiful Aurelia was, especially with her tan skin lit up by the moon, silver eyes shining like they belonged in the night sky. Someone had to say something before this moment stretched on too long and Yves started to think things he shouldn’t.
“How,” mouth dry, he licked his lips, faltering when Aurelia’s gaze darted to his mouth, “h-how did you start liking yourself?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far. I merely became ambivalent,” Aurelia grinned her same enigmatic grin she usually had, but if Yves squinted, he thought there might be something sad in it, “And I wouldn’t recommend following my example. Not caring may work for me, but it’s not meant for someone like you.”
Yves reflexively opened his mouth to reassure her, but he remembered their earlier discussion. Pretty words with empty meanings; why was it so easy to spout them at someone when they were feeling bad? What were the right words? Yves feared there weren’t any.
Aurelia giggled, amused instead of offended at Yves’ lack of eloquence. “See? Look at you, caring,” she cupped his jaw in her hand, thumb stroking his cheek. “Do you know what I would do in your place? I would get back at them. It wouldn’t be pretty, it wouldn’t be generous, and it wouldn’t be kind. But you? You’ll put your energy into making sure the people of your territory are happy and thriving. You’ll push forward policies that benefit the kingdom. The way you take revenge is by making sure the people who hate you have nothing to hate about Rhodolite. You’re pretty, and you’re generous, and you’re kind, despite everything that’s been thrown at you. What a marvel you are.”
This was bad. Aurelia should sound sarcastic like she usually did, not sincere. Yves didn’t know how to handle this new Aurelia, who was being more honest than she’d ever been with him. It made him want to say honest things back, like how she was all those things too. Something flashed in Aurelia’s eyes, her thumb stilling at the corner of his mouth. Oh no, he said that out loud, didn’t he?
“You’re incredibly tempting, do you know that?” Aurelia ran her thumb along his bottom lip. Something about her tone made it sound different from how she would normally mean it. Or maybe now that he knew she liked him for more than he thought she did, he could hear it better. Overwhelmed, Yves’ breath gusted out of him in a shaky exhale, and he could feel himself lean forward the tiniest bit. Aurelia’s grip tightened for a fraction of a second before she let go, heated expression clouding over to her normal one, a pointedly casual smile plastered on her face. “Be careful not to spill your tea,” she said, all traces of the mood from earlier gone.
The sudden distance left Yves feeling adrift. He panicked slightly when he noticed that his cup was completely tipped over, but luckily-for once-it was already empty. He wasn’t sure if Aurelia meant to be as revealing as she was, but he knew he wanted it back. “Thank you. For the tea and the-the talk,” he cast around for something to say, but he had a feeling Aurelia wouldn’t be vulnerable twice in one day.
As always, Aurelia clued in to what he really meant. “Well, it is the witching hour,” she glanced up at the bright, lonely moon, “Perhaps I was trying to cast a spell on you.”
“If you want that to work, you’re going to have to put more than one spell on me,” the words left Yves before he could think about them. He flushed bright red at how flirty that sounded.
“Will I?” Aurelia murmured, studying him closely, something considering in her gaze before she smirked, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
And despite the way they dissolved into their normal bickering after that, Yves found himself enjoying his time with Aurelia so much that he forgot about getting to bed and taking care of the puffiness around his eyes. In fact, he was looking forward to more moments where Aurelia let her guard down, even if she was more mercurial than the phases of the moon.
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kaizoku-musume · 8 months ago
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Up Close and Personal
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Entry #14 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. I have a brief summary of my OC here for anyone interested.
Fandom: Ikepri
Pairing: Yves x OC (Aurelia)
Word Count: 3k
Prompts: First times | Guided touching
Yves was overwhelmed. They’d barely done more than settle on the bed and have a mild makeout session, and yet he needed a breather before being ready to move on. It was so silly-they’d done so much to prepare for this, and they weren’t even going all the way, were in fact going less far than what he’d done by himself to prove he would be a good match for Aurelia given she was a top. It was just . . . now that they were here, Yves wanted desperately for things to go perfectly, but he knew they wouldn’t, not when he was so inexperienced. How was he supposed to make things good for her? How was he supposed to know the right way to touch her, or-
“Hey, sweetie?” Aurelia cupped his cheek, forcing his gaze to meet hers, “I can see you worrying. Remember, there’s no pressure. It doesn’t have to be perfect. The point of this is to learn each other’s bodies-we find out or tell each other what we like and don’t like and have fun. That’s all that matters: we respect each other and enjoy ourselves.”
Yves sighed and nuzzled into her touch in relief. His girlfriend really was the coolest. Thank god for her talent in reading his mind. “I know,” he admitted, “but I want to be able to show you how much I love you, and I don’t want to do it wrong.”
“Being good the first time you have sex has nothing to do with that,” Aurelia said. Logically, Yves knew that, truly, but his habit of overthinking often got the better of him and he needed to hear her say it to really believe it. It also helped that she leaned forward to kiss him, soft and sweet and unhurried. Yves hummed into the kiss, head tilted up to meet hers. When Aurelia broke off, she asked, “Do you want to continue, or do you want to do something else and try again another day?”
“I want to continue,” Yves insisted. There was no point in putting this off: his insecurities would always be there nagging at him, so there was no use waiting until he didn’t have a single worry. And he knew that pushing forward would give him newfound courage in the end. Aurelia was patient and wouldn’t mind waiting months for Yves to be ready, because she was kind like that, but somehow that just made Yves want to give it a try sooner rather than later.
“Okay,” Aurelia gave him an indulgent smile before turning her back to him, sweeping her long, dark purple hair out of the way, “then why don’t you start by taking off my clothes?” Now that, Yves could do. He nodded to himself in determination and set about unlacing the ribbon lacing the sides of her dress together at the back. 
He thought it would be easy-it was just clothes, after all, who had trouble taking them off at this age? But every unlaced ribbon revealed more and more of Aurelia’s umber skin, her back gradually becoming exposed to him, and Yves realized that he’d never taken someone else’s clothes off before. There was something incredibly erotic about this, the act of baring Aurelia before his eyes with his own hands. There was a lot more to intimacy than Yves had ever thought about, and it was suddenly daunting to be here, removing Aurelia’s clothes for the purpose of sex. But Yves powered forward, fingers shaking slightly in light of the vulnerability of the moment.
It occurred to Yves, as he nervously yet steadily worked from her shoulders all the way down to her waist, that Aurelia probably chose her outfit for exactly this reason. She’d warned him that she was a bit sadistic, loved teasing her partners even in ways they didn’t expect. Wearing a dress that forced him to untie so many strings one by one sounded exactly like what she described.
And oh, was it torturous. Every accidental brush of Yves’ fingers against her back sent a flash of heat through him, and the way the dress hung off her body as it was loosened was all too alluring. He was getting distracted, his movements slowing down as he kept glancing at her bare back, resisting the urge to touch. But Aurelia, in her usual (and somewhat terrifying) display of intuitiveness, spoke up and startled Yves with her spot-on observation. “You know, you’re allowed to touch me if you want,” she glanced back at him coyly.
“How did you do that when you weren’t even looking at me?” Yves said in surprise. 
“Do you think I need to see your face to tell what you’re thinking?” Aurelia giggled, cute even when she was laughing at his expense, “The minutest shift in body language can be used as a clue to determine thoughts and behavior. Your hesitation, your breathing picking up, the way your hand jerks when it bumps into me? It’s not hard to guess what you want.” Huh. Yves hadn’t noticed the change in his breathing. Could she hear it, or was he so close she could feel it? Yikes, that was embarrassing. “With that in mind, I’m letting you know that you have my permission to touch as much as you want.”
And, well, that was the whole point, wasn’t it? Yves gathered up his courage and placed his palm flat on her upper back, right between her shoulder blades. Her skin was warm and soft, and completely and totally normal. There was no need to be so nervous. Yves swept his hand down the length of her back, admiring the lean muscle, the way she could feel her breathing. Aurelia wasn’t as athletic as her sister, but there was some light definition that Yves could see. He’d caught flashes of her litheness when they danced at balls, the way she had complete control of her body, the sensual way she moved.
Well, here came the nervousness again. Yves’ hand skittered across her waist when he thought about Aurelia’s past experience, how good she must be at sex compared to him. She’d said she wasn’t going to fuck him this time (thank god, because he would have imploded), but she still had to be good at everything else.
“Getting distracted again?” Aurelia let her hair back down and turned to face Yves. In a fluid motion, she shrugged off her dress, shimmying her hips and lifting her legs to drop it on the floor. Yves opened his mouth to complain about her leaving such a pretty garment on the floor, but when he looked back at her and noticed she was sitting in the nude before him, his jaw snapped shut, eyes darting away from her and back again, wanting to see but also wanting to be respectful. “Honey, you’re allowed to look,” Aurelia laughed, sitting on her spread knees confidently. 
Yves swallowed as he brought his gaze back to her, eyes slowly traveling around her body before zeroing in on her breasts. They looked so tempting, too large to comfortably fit in a palmful. Her nipples stood out, pretty peaks a few shades darker than the rest of her skin. Yves tore his gaze away from her breasts to the rest of her, eyes trailing over her stomach down to her waist and even further below.
Her hair was shortly trimmed, a thatch of russet curls framing her most intimate place. Since Aurelia always coloured her eyebrows the same dark purple as her hair, it was the first time Yves had seen her natural colour. Given her thorough reapplication of dye before even a single centimeter of her natural hair could show, Yves got the sense she would colour down there too, were it safe to do so. Yves knew he was one of many, but he couldn’t shake the sense that he was getting to see a part of Aurelia both physically and figuratively that few had the privilege of.
Once again, Aurelia startled him out of his thoughts. “Is it my turn now?” she leaned forward and started undoing Yves’ cravat, going slowly at first, watching him closely as she did so. It was only when she smirked and bent her head to focus on working on the knot that Yves realized she was making sure he wouldn’t protest. He felt frozen under her intense attention on him, acutely aware of how close she was, they way their roles had been reversed with her fingers brushing against his skin with every article of clothing she removed.
Aurelia didn’t have any of his hesitation when it came to undressing Yves; she nonchalantly stripped him of his clothes, hands mapping his skin with clear knowledge of where he would be more sensitive. It was nowhere she hadn’t touched over his clothes so far, but it was more intense like this, where he could feel the direct heat of her, the light brushes against his wrists and neck, the flat of her palm sliding over his shoulders and chest. Yves was naked quicker than he expected, with Aurelia pressing him down on the bed to roll off his pants, underwear, and boots.
“Are you still okay with moving forward?” she asked, that ever present enigmatic smile of hers directed down at him. Yves nodded and babbled out some response; he honestly had no idea what he said, but it must have amused Aurelia because the corners of her eyes crinkled in amusement and her smile grew softer. “All right, then I’m going to move things along.” She shuffled forward until she was poised on her knees above his upper chest, body lifted a good bit over his. Aurelia took his right hand and brought it to her hips, right under her mound. “Want me to show you what makes me feel good?” she asked.
What could Yves do besides say yes?
Aurelia guided his hand down to her folds, sticky with slick and smoother than skin. “This is a great place to tease. So many people forget that there are nerves in the labia as well,” Aurelia drew his fingers up and down her folds for a few seconds before letting go so he could do it himself. “They’re not as sensitive as the clit, but that means you can be a bit less careful if your partner is okay with that.”
Yves traced her vulva, slowly growing more confident as Aurelia let out encouraging sounds during his exploration. She hummed whenever Yves rubbed the center of her labia, sighed when he ran the flat of his nail across the flesh there. Emboldened, Yves moved his fingers toward her center, fingers twitching in surprise when they ran over her opening. He glanced up at Aurelia, thinking of her explanation of her preferences. No penetration, she’d said; fingering was okay only if she felt comfortable with it that day.
Unsurprisingly, Aurelie knew exactly what he was thinking about. “You can touch,” she assured him, “I’m not up for penetration today, but there’s a lot of sensation around the slit that you can play with. And I’m not going to be mad if the tip of your finger accidentally slips in-it can happen even if you’re being careful since it’s so wet. But if you don’t want to tackle that yet, I can show you the magic spot that will make me come.”
“Oh, yes!” Yves exclaimed, his excitement getting the better of him. Aurelia was so good at making him feel good (so far in a relatively non-sexual way until now); he wanted an opportunity to do the same for her.
“Okay,” Aurelia chuckled, sounding a bit too indulgent for Yves’ comfort. She took his hand back and brought it up, placing her finger alongside his on a tiny nub about a couple of inches above her folds. “This is my clit. It’s the most sensitive part of my body-aside from the g-spot, but we’ll save that for another day. Just like the labia, everyone has different preferences on how to handle it. I’m fine with pretty much anything; it’s used to getting a lot of attention, given most of the time I prefer to come from my clit only. Why don’t you try rubbing it for now?”
“Doesn’t it get overstimulated?” Yves asked as he gently brushed a finger against the bud. He knew that much, at least. Granted, he had to read it in a book Lisette lent him to better understand Aurelia’s sexual preferences, but knowledge was knowledge, no matter how one acquired it.
“It can, but depending on experience, stamina, and adaptability, you can get used to it,” Aurelia rolled into his touch, gesturing for Yves to add another finger as he sped up a bit. “Not only have I adjusted to it, but I have a high pain tolerance. You’re getting good at this, by the way.”
“I am?” Yves said, doubtful. Aurelia made it a point not to offer him false flattery, but she doled out so many compliments toward him, it was hard to believe they were all true.
“Mmmhmm, I like the amount of pressure you’re using. And you’ve got good rhythm, too-a lot of people don’t realize that just going back and forth over and over at the same pace is ineffective at increasing pleasure. And if you want to make things feel even better-according to my personal tastes, at least-you can mix in different sensations, like using your nails or tapping. In fact, why don’t you try giving me a light pinch?” Aurelia prompted.
That sounded like it would hurt, but Aurelia wouldn’t suggest it if it wasn’t something she liked. “Like this?” Yves gently squeezed her clit between his index and middle finger.
“Mmm, yeah,” Aureli hummed, head thrown back.
“It doesn’t hurt?” Yves couldn’t help asking. Her reaction indicated it didn’t, but then, she also implied that she wouldn’t mind if it did.
Aurelia shook her head, “Not particularly. You’d need to be a lot more forceful than that. I know I said it’s more sensitive, but it’s still pretty elastic. Pinching your forearm would hurt worse. Feel free to test it out.”
Yves certainly wasn’t going to go that far this time, but he did want to find more ways to make Aurelia feel good, so he kept at it, rubbing circles around her clit and rolling it beneath his thumb. Aurelia occasionally directed him to try things he wouldn’t have thought of by himself, like collecting her slick to use as lube on her clit. But for the most part, he listened to her breathing and watched her face to see what she liked more and did his best to make her feel as good as possible.
Despite that, Yves was surprised when Aurelia moaned, “Keep going, I’m getting close.”
“Really?” Yves said before he could stop himself.
Aurelia burst into laughter, “Of course, hon. What else did you think would happen?”
She had said so, yes, but Yves thought, given his lack of experience, it would take him much longer to get her there. “What do you need from me?” he asked.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” Aurelia answered, “maybe a bit faster.” So Yves did just that, fingers rubbing furiously over her clit. “Exactly like that, keep going,” Aurelia rocked into his touch, small sighs escaping her. She never got particularly loud, but there was a certain pitch to her sounds that was different. Yves couldn’t put his finger on it (ugh, that pun wasn’t intentional, please don’t let him start acting like Jin or Nokto), especially because it was very subtle, but it was audible enough for Yves to tell that she was more affected than when he first began.
Nevertheless, it still took Yves off guard when Aurelia suddenly stilled with one last short gasp. “Now you just gradually slow down before stopping,” she said breathlessly. Yves followed her directions to the letter, eyes drinking in Aurelia’s beauty as he gentled her through her orgasm. Aurelia didn’t hesitate to make a show of it. She swept her hair over one shoulder with a flashy twist of her wrist and ran her other hand down the planes of her stomach and hips until she caught Yves’ hand in hers right as he was drawing to a stop.
“So what did it feel like to make me come for the first time?” Aurelia recovered much faster than Yves expected. 
“It felt good,” Yves said honestly. There was a weird sense of pride that came with knowing he could bring Aurelia to an orgasm. That even for his first time, he was good enough. “I’m glad you were able to enjoy it.” Ah, too much Yves, way to sound like he was unsure of himself after all that, geez!
“Of course I enjoyed it,” Aurelia ran a hand through his hair, “It was you.” Oh, no, that was super sweet. Yves nearly slapped himself in the face, bringing his hands up so fast to cover it and oh god, now his forehead was wet from her slick on his fingers, bad idea! But his face was definitely redder than a tomato, there was no way he could show it to her. Aurelia was already giggling at him again. Yves jolted when she rested her hand low on his hip, just to the side of where his cock rested on his stomach. “Do you want me to take care of you now?”
Yves peered at her from between his fingers. “I think that might be too much for me today,” he admitted in shame. There was no way he’d be able to last a decent length of time, and he was not mentally prepared enough to come as soon as she touched him.
“That’s okay,” Aurelia smoothly moved off his chest to lay on the bed beside him, “we have plenty of time to continue exploring. And I’ll never judge you for any reactions you have.”
“Love you,” Yves curled toward Aurelia, clean hand reaching out to hold one of hers. Words couldn’t describe how grateful he was for her, his goddess of happiness.
“Love you too, kitten.”
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kaizoku-musume · 4 months ago
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So in my version of Ikepri, Aurelia's sister Lisette becomes Belle, has her adventure with Clavis relatively similar to the regular plotline, yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, Aurelia and their brother Rene visit her at the castle after everything to meet her new beau and Aurelia runs into Yves, who is actually being nice and polite when introducing himself because he doesn't have anything to prove the way he did with Belle.
Except Yves is exactly Aurelia's type, so she hits on him and gets him all spluttering and offended, which makes her like him even more, so she hits on him more, and it's just a cycle of her hitting on Yves and him making cat hissing noises until Lisette breaks them up.
And this roughly sets the tone for their weird not-courtship-until-it-is from here on out.
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kaizoku-musume · 1 year ago
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Tipsy Temptations
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Entry #3 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. I have a brief summary of my OC here for anyone interested. Also, I'm extending my personal deadline to the end of December-Kinktober is now Kinktember lol.
Fandom: Ikepri
Pairing: Silvio x OC
Word Count: 2.8k
Prompts: Angry sex | Vanilla sex
“So,” Aurelia said as she poured wine into three glasses, “Spill. We need all the details. How’s life as the king’s consort been? And how is that ruffian treating you?”
Rene covered his face with his hands. “No, I knew you were going to do this to me,” he peeked at his sisters from between his fingers, “You know I’m not the consort yet. We’re not even engaged! And I don’t even really want to be called that when I am one. I’m still not used to the idea, and you know how I feel about titles.”
“Don’t worry, when the time comes, we’ll be sure to only think of you as Silvio’s husband instead,” Lisette teased.
“You two have gotten worse since getting engaged, I hope you know that,” Rene accused as he sulkily took a sip of the rosé.
“So will you,” Lisette shot back, “Now stop stalling and tell us how your dating life has been.”
Rene groaned, blushing fiercely. “I hate you both. I don’t remember grilling you this hard when you guys started dating.” Aurelia and Lisette shared a disbelieving look, which-fair. If he absolutely had to admit it to himself, Rene did his fair share of egging them on. But that was only because he truly didn’t think he’d ever be in a relationship himself. If he could turn back time, he would have definitely gone easier on them. “You guys know he’s actually super nice to me now that we’re together, but it’s way more than that. He’s so doting, you have no idea. I never expected him to pamper me as much as he does. He’s even more overprotective than you guys!”
“I’m not surprised,” Aurelia said, “We wouldn’t have let him whisk you away if we thought he wouldn’t treat you the way you deserve to be.” She leaned forward conspiratorially, “But surely that’s not all you have to say, is it? We’re here for the juicy gossip, not to hear what we already knew about. Tell us all about what an adorable, dedicated partner you’ve got wrapped around your finger.”
Rene bit his lip around a smile, ready to give stories that were just vague enough on the details that he could keep all the important bits a secret.
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Rene hummed as he tipsily strode down the hallway to the room he was sharing with Silvio, skirt fluttering as he swayed along to music he played in his head. The Benitoitian castle was more to Rene’s tastes in terms of colours-bright blues, creamy whites, shiny golds, all bright and well balanced to mirror the glitter of the ocean-but there was something homey about Rhodolite’s that made him feel nostalgic. It was always nice to be back for a visit, not just to see his sisters. He’d always remember the time spent in this castle, making friends with the princes, exploring the giant library, the spot where he first met Silvio.
Speaking of Silvio, Rene opened the door to find him already in the room, shrugging out of his coat as if he got there moments before Rene himself. Silvio immediately noticed him standing there in the doorway. “That was quick,” he said as he tossed his cloak over the back of a chair, “I wasn’t expecting you to come back so-oof!” Silvio, winded, caught Rene as the smaller man launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around his neck.
“Hi,” Rene smiled up at Silvio, near vibrating with joy when Silvio flushed and adjusted his hold on Rene’s waist, arms coming around to hug him back.
“Hi yourself,” Silvio raised an eyebrow, “I see your sisters succeeded in getting you drunk. Shouldn’t you still be with them? Don’t tell me they sent you back here early-I know those harpies wouldn’t tear their claws out of their precious brother that easily.”
“I’m buzzed, not drunk,” Rene protested, “and we decided to end early for the night. I think they could tell I missed you when I was talking about you, because they did suggest we end early, for your information.”
Silvio narrowed his eyes and gently squeezed Rene, bringing one hand up ruffle soft pink hair, “And what exactly were you talking about that made you miss me, huh? Am I going to have to punish you for spreading secrets?”
Rene, unsurprisingly to Silvio by this point, giggled in response to the threat. “I just told them about how sweet you are to me,” he nuzzled into Silvio’s chest, “A few simple stories without any of the big details. I didn’t want to tell them a lot of specifics because those are just for me to have.”
“You-!” Silvio flushed harder. He wouldn’t have put it past Rene to tell his sisters everything; he may not have a good relationship with his siblings but even he knew that those who did were comfortable enough to share relationship stories, and Rene and his sisters were very close. He’d been worried about that all night, in fact: that Lisette and Aurelia would ambush him tomorrow with jokes about how whipped he was. But to hear that Rene wanted to hoard their moments between them like a dragon protecting its treasure? “So, what, they tried to ply you with alcohol to get you to spill? You need some water to help sober up?” Silvio asked, refusing to address the adorable thing Rene just said.
“You know what I’m like when I’m actually drunk,” Rene peered up at Silvio shyly, squirming as he admitted, “I knew if I got drunk, you’d put me to bed instead of . . .” Rene broke off in an unintelligible mumble.
“Sorry, what was that?” Silvio teased, having a very good idea of what Rene was getting at, “I couldn’t hear ya. What did you want me to do to you?”
The tips of his ears bright red, Rene buried his face in Silvio’s chest as he said just loud enough to be heard, “I wanted you to make love to me.”
Silvio tipped Rene’s head back with hands cupped to his cheeks and surged forward to kiss him, partly to hide his own blush and partly because Rene openly admitting his desire for Silvio always gave him an overwhelming need to touch his boyfriend in some way. Rene met him eagerly, kissing back with fervor. Silvio walked Rene back toward the bed, shimmying Rene’s dress off him along the way, helping Rene not fall over when he nearly tripped while slipping his shoes and underwear off. When Rene was down to nothing, they worked on Silvio, tugging off all his clothes and jewelry as best they could while not breaking off their eager kisses. Once they were both naked, Silvio lifted Rene onto the bed, climbing in after him.
Silvio gave Rene one last deep kiss before pulling back. “I’d ask if you’re sure you’re only tipsy, but I forgot you’re a maudlin drunk,” he brushed a thumb across the corner of Rene’s eye, “and there aren’t nearly enough tears for that.”
“That was one time!” Rene argued. “And it was totally your fault, you tyrant!”
“Really?” Silvio rummaged through the nightstand and retrieved the lube, “Because I remember you working yourself up all on your own. Remind me what you were blubbering on about and we’ll see who’s to blame.”
Rene tilted his head up against the pillow haughtily, “Big words from someone who totally freaked out trying to calm me down that night. How many times did you apologize, again? I don’t think someone who's blameless would do that.” 
“Is that how you want to play it?” Silvio challenged. The playful, happy look in Rene’s eyes belied his impish smirk, and far be it from Silvio not to play along and give his lover exactly what he wanted. “I’ll show you blameless, you cheeky brat,” he said as he bent down to nibble on Rene’s earlobe, his hands sweeping up and down Rene’s torso.
“That doesn’t even make sense!” Rene giggled, wrapping his arms around Silvio’s shoulders. His laughter turned to sighs and hums of pleasure as Silvio kissed and nipped at his jaw and neck, his mouth slowly trailing down Rene’s body.
“Better be careful at Benitiotian parties,” Silvio warned, lapping at Rene’s nipple while he pinched the other one, “If you’re not careful, you can easily drink yourself into a stupor. Merchants especially  will try to ply you with liquor, and knowing you, it’ll be all too easy to wind up weeping on the ballroom floor.”
“I cry in front of you once and now I’m a crybaby who can’t handle his liquor?” Rene pouted, voice shaky under Silvio’s onslaught.
“You’re welcome to prove me wrong,” Silvio dipped his tongue into Rene’s naval before trailing down to his hips, “When we’re back home, we’ll see who has a higher tolerance.”
“You better watch yourself, I’ll drink you under the table. That’ll show you to underestimate-oh!” Rene jerked when Silvio licked a stripe up his cock. 
“You wanna try that again?” Silvio goaded before taking to the task of sucking Rene off with aplomb, wrapping spit-slick lips around his dick without hesitation, his hand wrapped around the base. Rene whined, legs twitching against Silvio’s weight pinning them to the bed. Silvio pulled off briefly to crow, “That’s what I thought,” before going back to dragging his mouth up and down Rene’s cock.
Rene brought one hand down and buried his fingers in Silvio’s hair, trying not to yank at the strands as he held on for dear life; his other hand was used to stuff the knuckle of his index finger in his mouth to stifle his moans. Silvio, the jerk, seemed to be doing everything he could to get Rene to lose control: in between rhythmic glides along Rene’s cock, he’d slide up until only the head was in his mouth, lips suckling at the sensitive glans and tongue teasing at the slit, then take all of Rene in at once and swallow tightly around him. Occasionally, he popped off to gently lick at Rene’s balls, thumb smoothing over the gradually tightening sack, spreading drool and precome.
“Silvio, Silvio, I’m-I’m close,” Rene warned, tugging on the sheets by his head as he spiraled toward the cliff’s edge. Silvio took that as his cue to double down, deepthroating Rene and sucking even harder, tongue tracing the veins along Rene’s shaft in an effort to throw Rene over the edge faster. And boy did it work: the heat, the wetness, the suction of Silvio’s mouth drove him higher and higher until the sensation of Silvio humming around him finally sent him over. Rene cried out as he came, his orgasm drawn out as Silvio swallowed around him. Rene whimpered when Silvio finally pulled off him, dragging his lips across his softening cock just to be an asshole. He made a show of swiping across his mouth the way one might if they were wiping away crumbs. “That was quick,” he said arrogantly, smug in how quick he got Rene to come.
Rene groaned and flung an arm over his eyes. “You can’t keep saying that every time,” he complained.
“Maybe don’t come on a hair trigger every time then,” Silvio shot back playfully, like he hadn’t just purposefully pulled out all the tricks solely to have Rene coming as fast as possible. Silvio tugged Rene’s arm away from his face as he snapped the lube open and poured a generous amount onto his fingers (he always took care to use too much rather than too little). He brought his hand to Rene’s hole and circled it teasingly before pressing one finger in, mouth returning to Rene’s nipples.
“Maybe don’t be so good at blowing me,” Rene said around a moan as Silvio steadily fingered him open, nipping at his left nipple while his free hand tweaked the other one. He liked stoking Silvio’s ego every so often because-
“Oh yeah?” Silvio smirked, the expression undeniably sexy as he hurriedly pressed another finger in and worked quicker at getting Rene ready for him, tugging almost meanly at his nipple, “You want to see what else I’m good at?”
-that would happen. Shy Silvio was adorable and precious, but confident Silvio sent heat through Rene. “Please,” Rene begged, rocking into Silvio’s fingers. He tipped his head up imploringly, clutching at Silvio’s arms.
Silvio, reading into his request, bent down and kissed Rene, who made a pleased noise. He eagerly opened his mouth for Silvio’s tongue to slip in, not caring that he could taste himself. His whine was muffled when Silvio pulled his fingers free, but the soon-to-be-king quickly replaced it with his cock, gently feeding it inch by inch inside until he was fully seated, where he sat still for a moment so Rene could adjust.
A moment that was not appreciated by Rene himself, who wrapped his legs around Silvio’s waist and squeezed. He tore away from Silvio’s mouth enough to implore him to move, hips jerking up to hopefully add more encouragement. Silvio huffed, amused and exasperated, but he followed it up with a few short thrusts that soon became a deep, even rhythm when Rene didn’t show any signs of pain or displeasure. “Like that, like that, more,” Rene said breathily, hands coming up to clutch at Silvio’s back, hips rocking to meet Silvio’s.
“You’re pretty damn needy, you know that?” Silvio said, speeding up to appease Rene. He brushed kisses along Rene’s cheek, his jaw, his ear, unable to pull back too far because of Rene’s grip on him but unwilling to, anyway. He pressed close to Rene, pinning their bodies together while being careful not to crush him into the bed too much (even though Rene wouldn’t have any complaints if he did).
“Yeah, but you like it, right?” Rene hated how his voice wavered with uncertainty. The fact that he was here with Silvio now was a testament to how much the seafaring merchant wanted him, but Rene was worried there’d always be a little voice in his ear, sounding remarkably like his biological parents, telling him he would ruin this somehow. He was needy, terribly so, despite trying so hard not to be, and he wouldn’t be able to bear it if Silvio ever became off-put by it.
Thankfully, Silvio seemed to sense exactly what Rene was thinking. “Course I like it,” he assured, wrapping an arm underneath Rene’s waist, pressing them even closer, using his other hand for leverage and stability where it was pressed against the bed. “It’s how you show your charm. Keep showing me how much you need me and I’ll give you what you want,” Silvio punctuated his statement with a couple sharp, hard thrusts right against his prostate.
“Yes, I need it, I need you,” Rene buried his face in Silvio’s neck, an all-too familiar stinging sensation behind his eyes. He held on tight as Silvio’s powerful thrusts rocked him like a ship in stormy weather, voice going high around moans and whimpers as he repeated desperate pleas and Silvio’s name. “Silvio, Silvio, more, please, give it, I need it, Silvio, please!”
Silvio growled and fucked into Rene even harder, wanting to make him come first. He used the arm around Rene’s waist to press their hips together tightly, Rene’s cock grinding against his stomach as Silvio repeatedly struck his sweet spot. His pleas turned to wordless cries as he drew closer to climax, limbs clamping down around Silvio. A few more thrusts exactly like that and he was tumbling over the edge, Silvio following right after him.
Silvio collapsed next to Rene, the two of them still clinging to each other, heedless of the mess between them. In fact, Rene was trying to scooch even closer, like the black hole of affection that he was. Luckily, SIlvio was the same, and he obliged Rene’s wriggling, tucking Rene further against his side.
“I really do love you a lot,” Rene admitted softly, “Lisette and Aurelia made fun of how I always brag about you in all my letters-” as if they didn’t do the exact same about their partners, in their own ways-”but it’s true. I was really happy for them when they found their true loves, but part of me was always jealous even though I told myself I’d given up. And then you showed up, and I know you love me a lot too, even after everything, and that’s . . . I didn’t think I’d ever get this lucky, is all.”
Silvio brought his hand up and cradled Rene’s head, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Damn right you’re lucky,” he muttered, voice tight with emotion he refused to name. Rene held back a laugh; Silvio was still far better at showing his love through actions instead of words, but Rene was great at translating what he really meant. He rested comfortably in the knowledge that Silvio felt the same as him.
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kaizoku-musume · 1 year ago
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My Ikepri OCs
So since I've finally started to write some fics, I figured now would be a good time to write a short character description for some OCs of mine with fleshed out backgrounds, so anyone who reads some of my upcoming entries for the Visions of Temptation kinktober event and anything in the future have some idea of them. So, here I go.
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Lisette-Was part of the same ragtag group as Sariel and came over to Rhodolite with him. She grew up with an abusive father and often got into street fights for food and other necesseties (for herself and others), making her an apt fighter even before she joined the gang. She finally killed her father when he attacked her with a knife and fought her way out of slavery before being recruited by Sariel, who dubbed her Carcajou (wolverine in French). She continued to do dirty jobs for him in Rhodolite before finally allowing herself to be adopted at 26 by a couple owning a bookstore with their adopted son after protecting them from wealthy merchants who wanted to purchase shops on the street for their business. Sariel chose her as Belle because he knew she'd be unbiased when choosing a king and withstand any challenges that came her way. Is currently 33, probably. I only pair her with Clavis.
Aurelia-Grew up in an infamous assassin family that developed a skill to make themselves immune to poison by exposing themselves to the deadly poison of the Ghost Spider, the most toxic spider in this universe according to me. Nearly all her siblings died while undergoing this process; the couple who didn't were killed on assassination missions. The lone survivor, Aurelia sought her revenge for years, playing along with a few assassination and information gathering missions; when given a mission to kill one or many of the Rhodolite princes if possible, she informed Sariel of the plan and made her own preparations to get her family caught. After the traitors were hanged, she traveled the world, unable to bring herself to end it, before returning to Rhodolite and chancing upon a certain bookshop, where a certain family adopted her as well at 23. Is currently 30. I only pair her with Yves.
Rene-Born as an illegitimate son to a noble family, he was heavily unfavored and treated poorly out of spite, being frequently punished for not behaving "correctly" and making mistakes by being locked in an empty, dark closet for days at a time while fed little food and beaten if he tried to escape. One day when he was 16, while the family was away, he tried on his sister's dresses, having always loved them, and ran away when his family came back earlier than expected. He sought out a certain couple who ran a bookstore because one was a former noble herself before marrying her wife and met Rene while he was a child, reading to him when she could. Is currently 25. I pair him with any of the other princes I like.
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kaizoku-musume · 6 days ago
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Ikepri OCs
Lisette-The dancefloor (as long as she can dance however she wants and not be restricted to formal dances); she's got a lot of energy and dancing is a fun way to burn it
Aurelia-All over. Aurelia's not going to pass up the chance to make connections that benefit her and increase her influence over the court.
Rene-If he's single, the lonely balcony. It's too iconic a spot in novels for him to pass up, even if he's not actually planning on meeting the love of his life there.
Obey Me Ocs
Elsie-The bar. This woman needs a drink after she's had to wrangle all the brothers into behaving!
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Your OC has to attend to a ball. At the ballroom, there's a dancefloor; a bar where both alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks are being served; secret corners where they can watch the room without being seen; and outside there's a lonely balcony. Where would your OC choose to stay?
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kaizoku-musume · 3 months ago
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Ikepri OCs
Lisette: Don't knock being Belle-mostly
Aurelia: Against all odd, you live
Rene: You get a better family
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[Name]! If you could write a note for your younger self, what would you say in 5 words?
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kaizoku-musume · 4 months ago
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Well, my Ikepri OCs all have dyed hair, so yes lol. It was something they all agreed to do when they realized Rene wanted to hide his identity to avoid his bio parents and Aurelia hated her natural colour. My headcannon is that hair dye became a thing when cosmetologists grew jealous of one of Prince Clavis' prank items that very briefly turned people's hair green, so they worked to create an actual hair dye product.
Elsie, my Obey Me OC, wouldn't really care, but if Asmo came to her suggesting he dye her hair, she'd go along with it. She'd be mostly fine with whatever colour he picked (I imagine he's opt for bold) as long as it wasn't too crazy.
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Would your OC take the opportunity to dye their hair? If so, would they opt for bold colors or more traditional ones?
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kaizoku-musume · 2 months ago
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It's usually a back and forth, especially as the more I flesh out my OCs the more I might go back and change or improve details about them. For example, one of the first things I knew about Rene was that I wanted him to be a crossdresser, so coming up with a backstory flowed relatively naturally from that. But I didn't immediately have my three Ikepri OCs be siblings-originally they were all in their sepearate universes. So when I decided to combine them, I came up with the idea of them all dying their hair as a sibling activity and found ways to merge areas of their backstories together.
On the other hand, I had Aurelia's backstory solidly in my mind before I envisioned on an appearance for her, and I wouldn't really settle on anything until after I made them siblings. The dye became an integral part of her appearance, and after that, the rest of her became clearer to me.
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What came first: your OC's personality/backstory or their appearance? How did one influence the other?
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kaizoku-musume · 6 days ago
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Ikepri OCs
Lisette-Smoking. She mostly only does it because it's habit at this point and she likes how cool it makes her look, but if pressed, she could drop it.
Aurelia-Nothing . . . yet. Aurelia isn't at the point where she could drop an unhealthy habit or give up something in her life that she's carefully crafted. Maybe one day, though.
Rene-Well, he'd already given up dating once, having convinced himself he wouldn't find someone that could accept him for who he was and that he'd be fine being single forever. He was wrong, but at least he tried.
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What is the one thing your OC could abandon for the rest of their life?
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kaizoku-musume · 6 days ago
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Ikepri OCs
Lisette-Nothing. Okay, well, sure, there are cool weapons she wouldn't mind having, maybe more fights that really challenge her, but Lisette's pretty good at feeling content with what she has and not wanting things outside of her reach.
Aurelia-Something she can't describe. A nebulous feeling that's a mix of contentedness, satisfaction, and peace. Maybe a sense of inner stability. Whatever it is that will stop her from feeling so empty all the time.
Rene-The thing with Rene is, all the things he wants that he feels he can't get? He always gets it. The ability to freely and safely express himself? He has. A loving, supportive family? He has. A lover straight out of a fairy tale? He has.
Obey Me OC
Elsie-Her brother back.
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What is the one thing your OC wants but cannot possess?
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kaizoku-musume · 4 months ago
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Ikepri OCs
Lisette:
Aurelia:
Rene:
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Name one song your OC would dance to when they're all alone.
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kaizoku-musume · 3 months ago
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Ikepri OCs
Lisette: Not really, outside of the usual general fears of something happening to her family. I guess you could say she's more concerned about non-physical threats bc she doesn't have a good way to counter those.
Aurelia: Fear had been methodically etched out of her long ago by her family, but those who truly know her are ware that she's afraid of showing honesty and vulnerability.
Rene: He's claustrophobic and afraid of the dark thanks to the fact that his parents used to punish him by locking him in a closet.
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Does your OC have any fears or phobias? Did something cause them?
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