#ikepri fanfic

[rjthirsty]

The final part has been added. Six "chapters." 7,400 words. Lots of smut and some character development during the act. Enjoy!

Kasey's hobby is sex (that's why I put it under vices). If they think they can have a good time with someone, they are not opposed to propositioning the other person bluntly and unabashedly. If you're a friend of their's, Kasey has certainly asked or offered multiple times whether you've declined before or not. It's like a drinking buddy, just instead it's a fucking buddy.

Yes, we can call it friends with benefits.

Anyways, I was thinking about how they had known Roderic for about 15 years and that he wouldn't be omitted from Kasey's hobby. On the contrary, Kasey trusts him and would offer more often because of that. At some point, they get to fucking.

Maybe I just like Roderic?

So, I started writing out this idea, but I'm tired and need to nap, and I'm not sure I'll ever finish it.

OCT 20: Added new content

OCT 28: Added new content

NOV 4: Added new content

DEC 18: Added new content

DEC 20: Final update

“I'm not a child anymore, Roderic.” Kasey straddled Roderic, hands on the back of the sofa on either side of his head caging him in. “You know I'm not that innocent, naive thing any longer. I make my own choices now.”

They rocked their hips in his lap. Roderic's hands landed on their hips. He was conflicted, Kasey could see it in his dark red eyes. Eyes that no one else got to look into except Gil. Though he had grabbed them to stop their gentle gyrating, Roderic made no effort to actually stop them.

“...Kasey, I don't think Gilbert would appreciate–”

“Gil has no say in who I choose to indulge in.” Kasey interrupted. “This is between you. And. Me.”

They were slowly moving closer to Roderic's face. Inching closer to his lips. Lips that were parted and called to Kasey in seductively sweet whispers. They wanted to taste those lips at least once. To see what kind of man he was under everything. What sort of person he was deep inside that could be called out through delicate embraces and violent passion.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” They whispered practically mouth to mouth. Their noses touched. A soft graze of contact. Of skin to skin. They rarely touched with layers between them, yet here they were allowing such intimacy.

Roderic's grip tightened on Kasey's hips, but no words passed by his lips. Kasey smiled, pleased at his silence. They brushed their bottom lip over his, ghosting their touch in an attempt to tease and test the waters. Roderic followed when Kasey edged away. It was a tiny turn of his head and lifting of his chin, searching for their touch, their mouth.

“Mmmnn. How about it, Roderic?” Kasey drew out their words, purposefully being obtuse with them. They licked their lips, once again dusting him with fleeting touches as they moved their mouth. “Are you going to make me beg for you?”

Roderic let out a quiet groan. He liked that. He wasn't one that knew what it was like to be desired. Even with Gil, he was filling a need and role and allowed to take part for convenience's sake. But he wasn't convenient for Kasey. They could bed anyone they wanted. They had no secret to keep. They had the world at their fingertips– at their wonderfully soft lips, and they were choosing him.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Kasey. They grinded against Roderic, whispering on his lips, looking into his red eyes that hardly another got to see. “I want you, Roderic.”

His fingers flexed along their hips.

“I want to feel your lips touching mine.”

Another quiet noise came from his throat, like he was holding back a needy moan.

“I want to feel your body flush against me.”

Kasey slowly pushed back Roderic’s hood, bringing his face into the light of their room. His hair was disheveled, his eyes half-lidded as temptations danced behind his clouded gaze.

“Nothing has to exist between us. No clothes. No roles. No rules. No obligations. Just you. And. Me.” Kasey gave him several seconds to sort through his own objections in his head before they leaned back to level a firm gaze on Roderic. “I need a yes, or no.”

“If you would–” Roderic began, Kasey cutting him off before he could fall into the subservient role.

“Yes or no, Roderic.”

His teeth caught his bottom lip, chewing on it lightly. His eyes bounced between the two of theirs, searching for an answer on how to put himself on the same level as they were. Kasey was part of the Imperial family, and Roderic was a life-long aide. He might have been 9 years their senior, but when it came to demands and desires, he was much, much lower - there wasn’t even a comparison he could make to quantify it.

“Yes.”

At Roderic’s confirmation, a smile bloomed on Kasey’s face that lit up the room itself. They looked genuinely happy to have him agree. It was a dangerous reaction. His heart thumped out of rhythm at the joy he had caused by saying what he wanted, even though it was one simple word.

Kasey’s gloved fingers tickled behind Roderic’s ear, slipping down his jaw and under his chin to lift it to their level. They were taller than Roderic, and with how they were sitting on his lap, they were taller still. He watched as they approached, their eyes closing once they were within an inch of his face, and his fell shut too. Their lips touched. Soft and full and warm. Delicate and light and precious. Then more firm, needy, and hungry. Sweet kisses became exploring kisses became deep kisses became a tangle of tongue and a push and pull as they moved together and chased each other when the other pulled back slightly.

The way Kasey kissed was raw and forceful. They took and dominated and made their demands clear. They wanted a partner that could give and take as much as they could. They wanted someone as enthusiastic and hungry and in control as they were. Roderic’s stomach fluttered, nervous he wouldn’t be able to meet the expectations Kasey was putting forth. He was vastly inexperienced compared to them. Kasey was prolific in their hobby, and Roderic had been with only one other person in his lifetime. What if they found him lacking in performance?

Kasey bit the tip of a gloved finger and slipped their hand free, letting the buttery leather flap to the ground. Their second glove was next, dropping a few inches from the first as they walked across their room. Their cravat was next, the silk cloth fluttered as it fell. Jacket, shirt, slacks, and other garments left a trail for Roderic to follow, though his eyes were already following Kasey.

It didn't take long for them to discard their clothes. By the time they reached their bed positioned on the furthest wall of the room, they were fully nude and a sight to behold. Though Kasey presented as a man most of the time, they had a woman's body. Their breasts were larger than he had thought, their curves more curvier, their ass more shapely, and their blond bush curly. Roderic's cock throbbed.

He worked his boots off and unclasped his cloak before he hopped off the couch, following Kasey’s lead in discarding his clothes on the way to their bed. Kasey’s eyes wandered over his body, drinking him in. Just like he had never seen them without several layers, they hadn’t seen Roderic bare below the neck. Kasey’s fingers touched on Roderic’s muscled chest, dragging slowly over his pec to his sternum, Kasey ran their featherlight touch down his abdomen to his navel.

Roderic was already hard, and Kasey scooped him into their hand, delighting in the gasp he let out as they curled their fingers around his shaft. They licked their lips, titillated by the excitement that danced through them. They always found the first time with someone new exciting. Giving Roderic’s cock a few pumps, they slipped their fingers towards the head of his dick where precum had started to bead. Kasey touched it with their fingertip, spreading it around the tip of his cock, their seductive eyes glancing up to meet Roderic’s gaze that was glued to them.

“It’s not a problem if you go early. We have time to enjoy each other for a while.” Kasey offered the comfort casually before they sunk to their knees and gave his glans a long lick, wetting it more than the precum they had swirled around it did.

“Haah…” Roderic groaned. Their tongue was so soft and warm, and before he could even protest either their words or their actions, Kasey took him into their mouth. His hands moved to their shoulders, considering pulling them up from the ground. It didn’t feel right to have them on their knees for him. But gods, did it feel good.

His eyebrows knit together. He pressed his lips together. One hand moved to press his knuckles to his mouth, trying to hold back how much he was enjoying their mouth on him. His other hand gingerly inched towards Kasey’s head. He brushed their hair back from their face and wove his fingers through the silky strands.

Kasey’s hand found his thigh, roughly running up the outside of it in a firm caress until their finger grazed the bottom of his ass, then they swept their hand around to the front to hold onto his quad. Their other hand let go of Roderic’s shaft and cupped his balls. Rewarded with his testes tightening, his cock flexing, and a moan that he let out, Kasey had hold back a moan in response, finding his pleasure arousing.

They pushed Roderic to the back of their throat, swallowing slowly to squeeze him between their tongue and their soft palate. In their hand, they felt his testes rising closer to his shaft, and gently they pulled them away, delaying his climax. Warm fingers massaged his balls, and Kasey’s warm mouth sucked him in ways he had never experienced.

“Kasey– haah– I’mmhn–” Roderic’s fingers tightened on Kasey’s scalp, the pads of his digits pressing into them, fighting the urge to hold them still as he fucked down their throat. He didn’t have to worry about bucking his hips into them, apparently Kasey’s hand on his thigh held him in place. The pressure in his groin kept building to the point he was sure he was going to come, but Kasey would gently pull on his testes and somehow it would lessen just enough that he could suck in a breath, only to feel it reach that aching point again and again they would tug on his balls.

Slicking their fingers from the mess they had made with their saliva, Kasey followed Roderic’s scrotum between the lower part of his cheeks, and firmly pressed into his perineum, rubbing and stroking it with their finger pad. Roderic’s knees shook, and Kasey felt his testes lift again, but this time they let them squeeze higher, adding additional languid strokes to his perineum to coax his orgasm along. They shoved him deeper in their mouth and swallowed again, allowing their throat to contract around him.

Roderic felt like his legs were going to give out, his climax came so violently. The pressure in his groin clenched tightly, and he felt himself throbbing inside Kasey’s mouth. He had no need to push Kasey further on his cock because they were already taking all of him. His hips bucked as his cum spurted into their throat, somehow Kasey managing to keep him from choking them.

They swallowed everything.

Roderic panted, looking down at Kasey and feeling intoxicated. He had never come like that.

Kasey moved their hand back to Roderic’s shaft, pulling several long and slow sucks from his cock as if they weren’t yet finished. He was so sensitive right now, it was almost painful. Almost. But it still felt so damned good to have their lips and tongue dancing around his dick. He tried to wait it out, tried to let them have whatever fun they were aiming for, but eventually he had to back away to remove himself from their mouth.

They chuckled, lifting themselves enough to take a seat on the edge of their bed. “Testing to see where your stopping point was.”

Roderic’s hands explored Kasey’s body. He brushed his fingers over every curve, touched every inch of skin that he could, and then ran his hands over them again, committing their body to memory. He licked and kissed areas they had never let him see before, as innocent as a shoulder and as provocative as the dimples on their lower back where it met their ass that rose in two lovely mounds. Kasey gave the same sensual touches and affectionate acts to Roderic, unhurriedly indulging in him.

Kasey pressed their bodies together, enjoying the warmth and comfort of physical intimacy without pressure to fuck. They would, eventually, but with Roderic coming once already, they had time before his refractory period was over. Roderic touched them like a man possessed with knowing every detail about them. He was gentle, which surprised them. He also avoided going straight for Kasey’s cunt, which was another surprising thing. Most men couldn’t wait to bury something inside Kasey, be that their cock, fingers, or tongue. But Roderic shied away.

Perhaps he was nervous, Kasey considered. It really wouldn’t matter much when they did end up fucking, even if he was. They would ride him all the same and he wouldn’t even have to know what to do. They were aware of what they liked, and how to manage an orgasm themselves even if the other party is inexperienced. But…

“Roderic?” Kasey looked down at Roderic who was kissing the top of their right hip bone. They couldn’t tell if he was worshiping their body or just so overwhelmed that he was trying to put his mouth everywhere but their erogenous zones.

Roderic hmm’d without looking up. His fingers dusted across their stomach and grabbed onto their other hip. His mouth moved higher, falling on their lowest rib and the place it poked out furthest on their side.

“Come play here.” Kasey pointed a finger at their right breast, a small smirk pulling on their lips. “I promise it’ll be fun.”

Roderic’s red eyes darted from Kasey’s finger to their breast to their face. He seemed hesitant like he was contemplating if he should. He really was very different than most other men they had played with.

“Are you intimidated because my nipples are larger, or is it my chest size?” They tilted their head in curiosity. With a lift of their chin, they indicated for Roderic to move closer to them. “Come here, I’ll do you first if you’d like. It’s not much different. Have you ever had your nipples sucked?”

Roderic’s eyes darted away from Kasey and they fought to keep the grin off their face. “No. Is that a normal thing?”

He was so cute. So ridiculously innocent. Aaaah, they were going to have a good time with him.

“It’s not abnormal, if that’s what you’re asking. Some people enjoy it, some people don’t. We can see what type you are.” They offered again. “It’s also fine to refuse.”

Roderic’s gaze moved to Kasey’s nipples again, and this time Kasey allowed the grin to pull at their lips. “Come here. I’ll show you.”

With Kasey’s direction, they repositioned on the bed, ending with Roderic on his back and Kasey over him, one knee between his legs and the other on the outside of his thigh. They bent down, flicking their tongue over his nipple. He had small, little areolas, and tiny pert nipples. Kasey’s tongue could easily cover the entire area if they gave him a flat lick.

Working with what they had, Kasey swirled their tongue around Roderic’s nipple, toying with it. With how small it was, it was almost impossible to do much more than smack kisses on it. Wet kisses with their tongue. Soft suckling between pursed lips. Flat licks and teasing flicks. Their eyes looked up at Roderic who was watching them.

“Well?” They asked.

“I’m not sure.”

Kasey let out a small chuckle. “You don’t have to be sure right now. If it’s not a no, we can give it another try later.”

Crawling carefully over Roderic’s other leg, Kasey straddled his hips, nuzzling their warm pussy on his semi-hard cock. They brought their hands up and waved their fingers at Roderic to request him to come closer, to sit up. Roderic complied, and Kasey then leaned their shoulders backward, arching their back inward to pull their tits higher in the air for him to easily reach with his mouth.

“Give it a try. I’m rather fond of it.”

Roderic cupped their breast in his hand and flicked his tongue over Kasey's nipple as they had done his. Their nipples, however, were much larger and fit nicely in his mouth. The nipple itself was stiff, but the rest of their tit was soft and conformed well to his sucking and groping.

A delicate sigh drifted between Kasey's parted lips encouraging Roderic further. He switched to their other breast to lick and suckle, thumbing at the nipple he just abandoned. Kasey slowly rocked their hips, kneading Roderic's cock with their pelvic bone, providing pressure on their clit as they rubbed against him. One of their hands threaded into Roderic's hair, fingertips rubbing small circles on his scalp.

Emboldened by their increased arousal, Roderic let go of his cautiousness and squeezed Kasey's breast harder. Rewarded by a low groan, he switched breasts again and added gentle nips to their nipple. He tweaked their abandoned nipple between finger and thumb, tugging on it slightly. He was a natural at finding what it was that felt good to them due to his willingness to explore once his initial hesitancy subsided.

He lavished their breasts with tongue and sucking, leaving marks on their skin. Their chest was so soft and Roderic delighted in kneading and squeezing their breasts. He could pinch and pull and tug and lick and nip and suck and there wasn’t a single thing he tried that Kasey didn’t seem to like. They were vocal with their pleasure, and the gentle moans and seductive sighs were offered so freely, it felt like he was being praised for just enjoying himself with them.

Kasey ran their fingertips under Roderic's jaw, their touch feather-light but commanding as they drew his chin up to meet their gaze resting upon their delicate fingers. Roderic's eyes were distant, hazy with lust and swimming with desire. It was a good look on him. Bringing their mouth down to meet his, Kasey licked and nipped at his lower lip. Moist from his own saliva and puffy from use, they enjoyed teasing him while he tried to chase their nibbles to brush their tongues or bring their mouths together for more.

With a smirk, Kasey kissed the corner of Roderic’s mouth, waiting for him to move to them again. When he did, they hovered just out of reach, fingers still on his chin to keep him from coming too close. He was so obedient. They didn’t even have to give commands and Roderic would follow with intuitive understanding.

“Roderic?” They murmured against his lips, letting their mouths touch as they purred into his hungry lips.

“Yeah…” He answered, his tongue flicking out to catch their lip as they spoke, trying to invite them in for something more substantial.

“I need you to pull out before you come, do you understand?” Kasey rocked their hips against Roderic’s stiff cock, bringing attention to what they were referring to.

A quiet moan rolled out of Roderic like a sigh, his head bobbing in a small nod before his lips moved, ghosting on Kasey’s. “Yeah… I understand.”

“Repeat it.” They ordered in a sultry tone, grinding their cunt against his cock again.

“Hnngh. Pull out before I come.” His dick throbbed with anticipation, his gut clenching simply from the words and the thought alone.

“Good boy.” Kasey purred, rewarding him by bringing their mouth to his. Letting their tongues rub and caress each other, their lips moved together. Roderic’s quiet sounds of pleasure were swallowed up by Kasey as they leaned further and further into him, slowly lifting themselves off his lap to rest their weight on their knees.

They waited, poised above Roderic while they stole his breath with deepening kisses. It took him a moment to realize it was him they were waiting for, and he shoved his hand between the two of them to lift his cock for Kasey to ease down on. He tried to help by finding their entrance, his fingers slipping between their folds wet from their arousal. hey were so wet. So slick. So ready for him. Fuck, it made his gut tighten again, his cock bouncing in his hand.

Roderic coated his dick in Kasey’s lubricant, rubbing the head of his penis between their folds and naturally being directed to their hole. Kasey lowered themselves, rolling their hips to nudge and push Roderic inside of them while he held himself steady. Continuing to play their tongue on his, to demand his attention where their mouths were connected while they dropped lower onto his lap and took more of his cock into their cunt.

Kasey’s cunt squeezed around his cock, and for a moment Roderic thought he might have to pull back and pull out already. He was drowning in their kisses and the way their inner walls fluttered and flexed as they took him in was almost too much. They were warm and wet and tight and sucking him in like they had when they were deepthroating him. They were devouring him with mouth and cunt and hands caressing and as much of them touching the other as the two of them could be.

When Kasey bottomed out, they churned him inside their pussy, rolling their hips to rub their sweet spot on his rock hard cock. Roderic broke away from their hungry lips to gasp for air and try to hold down his voice. It wasn't normal for him to be more vocal than his partner. It also wasn't normal for him to be on the edge so quickly, but there was something about the way that Kasey took their pleasure from him that left him feeling useful and used and it excited him beyond reason.

He leaned back on one hand, covering his mouth lightly with the knuckles of his other hand. Kasey shifted on his lap, leaning forward to change the way their hips lined up with his. Instead of rolling his cock inside them, Kasey started to pump his dick in and out of their cunt. Roderic’s eyes rolled back, fuck, he wasn’t going to last long at all.

“Hnngh, Kasey– nnmngh.” Whatever Roderic was trying to say wasn’t making it through the moans he was swallowing down. Kasey collected his hand from his mouth, gently pulling it towards them to sit on their waist as they bounced on his cock.

“You don’t have to hold back– haah… Nnah– It makes me wet to hear you.” Kasey seemed to be in much more control than Roderic felt. But gods, did they have to say that so brazenly? Did they know what it did to him? His hand inched down their waist, moving to their hip and within easy reach of his aching groin.

The pace at which they pumped him into them was perfect. The way they slammed down on his dick was incredible. Each stroke felt like he was being milked. Their tits bounced in rhythm with their bouncing on his cock. They were so, so gorgeous, and kind, and sensual, and they were spending that time with him so intimately.

Roderic stopped choking down his noises, letting his soft sounds of pleasure leak out in small grunts and moans. Kasey kissed his neck, then licked his Adam's apple, murmuring into his skin how much they enjoyed hearing him. They let their own soft sighs mix with his. That was the end of him.

The pressure in the pit of his stomach reached its tipping point and Roderic quickly pinched his cock to pull out as he had promised. Kasey felt his hand bump against their pelvis and lifted enough for Roderic to fall out of their pussy while he grabbed himself and tugged his dick towards his abdomen. Kasey stood above Roderic on their knees, looking down on him while his seed spilled across his stomach. It was an evocative sight the way the daylight caught his cum making it look shiny and smooth. Thick enough that it barely tried to ooze down his abs as he sat there panting.

Kasey toyed with their clit, not yet ready to let the excitement slip away from the brief fuck they just had with Roderic. They flopped into their back on their bed and bent their knees as they spread their legs. Continuing to rub their clit, they looked over at Roderic who seemed to be breathing normally again, and asked, “Have you ever licked a cunny?”

Roderic's eyes wandered down to where Kasey was playing with themselves. “No…”

“If you need some time before we can fuck again, I wouldn't mind walking you through it.” Kasey gave an encouraging smile.

Roderic didn't need a second invitation, he moved between Kasey's legs and had his first real look at a pussy. Kasey pulled back the hood on their clit while explaining that that is the most sensitive area, but nearly everything felt good down there. They pointed out what else to focus on and what to avoid and encouraged Roderic to try out whatever came to him.

Roderic went straight for their clit, suckling it like he had their breasts. He was gentle on the more sensitive part of Kasey, but almost immediately Kasey was arching their back with the pleasure that Roderic was managing with his tongue. Their cunt clenched and a pleased moan hummed behind their lips.

Kasey slid their fingers through his hair and balled their fist, taking a handful of Roderic's black hair into their grasp. “Oh, you're a quick learner. Mmmmn.” 

Encouraged by their words, Roderic voraciously licked Kasey's folds. Aiming for a pleasurable sigh or a lusty moan, he explored their sex, letting them guide him with the subtle movement of their hips or gentle pull of his hair to direct his head. When their thighs began to flex and close in on his head, he was sure he was doing something right.

“Hnn~” Kasey wasn't loud with their noises, but they were constant, like a commentary on the joys of sex. Roderic found himself trying to decipher the differences in their intonation and frequency, though just hearing them be so vocal excited him.

“Fuck me fast. I'm about to come.” Kasey rocked their hips, holding onto that pressure in the pit of their stomach, flexing their kegels against it. They rubbed their clit as Roderic pushed himself up as quickly as he could manage and hopped his knees next to their ass.

Angling his cock into Kasey’s pussy, he watched as he sunk into their wet cunt. He wanted to enjoy the view of disappearing inside them, there was something erotic about pushing inside someone else, but they had demanded he fuck them fast, and that position didn't give him the luxury of watching himself. He clutched Kasey’s hips and began pistoning into them as quickly as he could.

Their sexes slapped together. Pelvis hitting pelvis in a scintillating sound of skin on skin, causing a glorious soft sting on Kasey's clit and pounding their flexing inner walls with Roderic's cock. He wasn't more than three pumps into it when Kasey clenched hard around him, squeezing him almost too tightly for comfort as their climax took them.

Fuck, he'd never felt a woman orgasm before and the way their cunt fluttered around his cock, flexing again and again like they were trying to milk him as he continued to thrust into them, he was sure he would have came himself if he hadn't already done so twice before. Thankful for how events had played out, Roderic continued to pound Kasey's pussy while they writhed under him.

Kasey’s toes curled into the soft comforter under them. Their back arched as their orgasm squeezed up their spine. They brought their arms over their head and twisted their fingers into their own short hair to tug at it. With their eyes closed, they rolled with their climax, rocking their hips to hit their most pleasurable spots inside them with Roderic's hard cock. They knew how to keep their orgasm going and flexed their insides to rub themselves until an involuntary spasm would take over bringing on another euphoric wave rushing up their spine to set their brain floating in warmth and fuzziness.

They continued to mewl, and keen, and softly moan, giving Roderic a feast for his ears that made his dick throb. He wanted to slow down, to savor every spasm that Kasey was having, to stroke himself with them, but they were so beautiful completely absorbed in their orgasm, unabashedly enjoying being fucked and how it made them feel that he wanted to let them linger in this moment as long as he could.

Roderic felt a moan rising and this time he let it come without suppressing it in any way. It was quiet, and it was soft, but he didn't hold his breath or grit his teeth and took a lesson from Kasey to just let it come as it wished. The sound surprised him even though he had made it. Kasey’s eyes cracked open, their red irises clouded and lusty, landed on Roderic’s own smoldering gaze, and a lopsided grin pulled at their lips. 

“Do it again.” They breathily purred.

Kasey's words crawled over his mind to the base of his skull, nestling warmly in. He grunted and his cock throbbed again. Then another quiet moan pushed itself out of his chest. Kasey gasped and gave a quiet groan almost as if in response. Their hand unwound from their golden hair and they splayed their fingers on Roderic's chest.

“You can– hnnn– slow down. Mnnh. As long as you keep making those sounds. Ah!” Their cunt clenched after the last word, showing their eagerness to hear Roderic less restrained.

Roderic slowed immediately. His eyes darted down to where they were joined and a thrill ran through him to see his cock slick with Kasey's fluids pull out and slip back inside them. Their pubic hair was darker than their blond hair on their head, but still lighter than his own black bush that mingled next to theirs.

He glanced back at Kasey who watched him through slit eyelids. Their cheeks were flushed and lips parted and pleased sounds continued to ease out of their mouth with every other breath as he worked his cock inside them. They rolled their hips while he pumped, churning his dick to rub and stroke their walls. Their fingers slipped down to their clit, brushing slow circles in time with Roderic's slow pace. His eyes followed, and once again a thrill shot through him at the sight of stuffing himself into Kasey.

“Uhn,” he grunted, and Kasey’s cunt clenched briefly, seemingly excited by his noise.

“Mmn. You like watching.” They were smiling up at him when he darted his eyes to them. “Do you like the way my cunt– mnn~... the way it looks on your cock?”

Just hearing Kasey say those words seemed wrong. Forbidden. Roderic found answering difficult. His gaze slipped downward to where he was pumping into them. He did like it. He liked the way they looked, the way they took him so readily, the way they were warm and soft and the way they squeezed him inside of them.

“Answer me.” Kasey demanded, their tone dropping lower and losing the teasing lilt it had.

Roderic's cloudy gaze met Kasey's, who suddenly looked way more cognizant than he felt. Something snagged at the back of his thoughts, something about meeting Kasey's demands at being an equal in their physicality. They had kindly walked him through firsts today, but it seemed it was time to step up and match them as a partner. No more hand holding. A realization that should have sparked anxiety, but instead felt like it further intoxicated him.

Heat pooled in his abdomen. He could have sworn his cock got harder. He let out a sound that could have been a moan–  he wasn't even aware he had made it until he heard it himself and registered the smile growing on Kasey's lips. He thrust into Kasey, his hips moving of their own accord, his cock wanting to feel them clench him again. He struggled to form a single word and managed to nod while a “yeah” breathily slipped out.

Roderic was barely holding on to coherent thoughts. Sex drunk. That's what Kasey referred to his current state as. They had seen it so many times from so many others, and every time their partner hit that point, they couldn't help the urge that built inside them and niggled at the back of their mind to pull them further into their stupor. To tug lightly at their strings like they were a marionette and see how easy they were to manipulate.

It was not a healthy desire that welled inside of them, Kasey knew. Their partner's strings were complicatedly connected and if the wrong one was tested it could snap and result in laying harm to one of the two of them. But… for some reason… that only further spurred Kasey's desire into an incessant, overwhelming need to tip toe the taut, razor thin wire.

They could feel themselves sinking into something sinful as the thoughts–  the urge–  the need wriggled its way from the darkness of their mind to sweetly curl from their lips like honeyed poison. “I like the way it looks, too. I like the way you feel– hnnmm~.”

Their cunt clenched and Roderic’s thrusts stuttered, his pace quickening. Kasey pulled their fingers from theirs pussy, leaving their clit to delve two digits into their mouth. They sucked their own taste off them, playing their tongue along each finger for the tactile sensation. With a pop of the suction breaking between their lips, Kasey offered their fingers to Roderic, holding them far enough from his mouth that they weren't forcing the action on him.

Kasey's hand swayed with each pump Roderic thrust into them, waving like a treat in front of him. He caught their fingertips and once his mouth closed around them, Kasey pushed two knuckles deep into his mouth. They tasted like Kasey. They tasted like their mouth and like their pussy. He found himself sucking on them, caressing them with his tongue and wishing he could put his mouth on more of Kasey.

“I like that, too.” Kasey purred. “I like you fucking me, Roderic.”

The compliment washed over him from his fuzzy thoughts to his cock causing him to throb again.

“Do you like fucking me?” As if to give him the ability to answer, they pulled their fingers from his mouth, his parted lips and teeth trying to catch them on their way.

“Uhn–” he moaned. “Hh-yeah.”

Kasey didn't reward him with their fingers. Instead, they gently pulled Roderic by his arms down onto them. Climbing him to wrap their arms arms his shoulders, they reeled him in until their chests were just brushing against each other and Roderic was snugly between their legs, buried inside them.

“Hngh– fuck.” They cursed, feeling Roderic sink deeper.

Once their hands were on Roderic, they couldn't stop roaming his body. Into his hair, a fistful lightly tugged, caressing down his back, cupping his ass. The more they touched, the more he wanted to be touched. He wanted their nails to dig into his skin. He wanted their lips to be on his. He wanted to be marked by their affections. He wanted to be wanted and craved and needed and they were filling each silent wish before he could struggle to voice them.

Roderic drove his cock into them. “Haaah– nnmm–” the words he needed to say refused to form while he fucked Kasey. He quickly shook his head, “Uhn-hnn.”

When they whispered in his ear, “Do you want to come in me?” The sound he let out–  the gasp they sucked in as he rammed into them - the deep moan that he drew out of them, all of it answered the question that reasonably he shouldn't entertain.

The answer had to be no. He couldn't spill his seed inside them. If they ended up pregnant, both of their lives would become extremely complicated. Gilbert might kill him. Fuck, Gilbert might kill him for engaging with Kasey already. Oh, fuck. They shouldn't even be doing this, but Kasey's hands continued to grab at him, their body rubbing and touching and gods they felt so good.

“Don't lie to me.” Kasey warned between their heavy breathing. Another sultry moan near his ear. Their lips pressed to the corner of his jaw. Another whispered question to test his will. “Do you. Want to. Come in me?”

Did they squeeze their cunt on purpose or did the thought excite them that much? Did they want him to come in them? Is that why they were asking? It would feel good, he knew that. It doesn't sound like a big difference, but partially interrupting an orgasm did dampen the pleasure. Getting to ejaculate without having to pull out did feel better.

Roderic peppered kisses down Kasey’s neck to their shoulder where he pressed his mouth firmly to them. He didn't want to answer truthfully. He didn't want to get carried away in the idea of coming deep inside Kasey. Of his seed leaking out of them while they cuddled together after sex. How many times could he come before they were both spent? Would they let him release inside them each time?

His hands grabbed Kasey’s shoulders from under their back, his fingers digging in to hold them in place. He pumped harder. More vigorously. Needily.

“You'd be the first. Hhmmnah! To come in me.”

Every time they spoke they could see Roderic unravel a bit more. They could feel how he became more frenetic as they put one thought after the other into his head. He was fighting his urges, and Kasey thought life was more fun when you embraced your urges from time to time. 

“Uhn– Kasey– haaah.” Roderic groaned. Their name sounded so sweet from him between labored breaths.

“I can't.” He said and yet he continued to fuck them. They continued to grind their loins together - to thrust and rub and stroke their genitals against each other. He continued to rock into them. They continued to meet him thrust for thrust, building each other closer towards their own climax.

“Can't?” They asked.

It was such a dirty word. Can't implied restrictions, rules, and expectations. Can't implied Roderic hadn't discarded status between them despite following them to bed. Can't implied he was holding his own wants back even now, while they both were bare and engaged in an act that they both wanted.

Can't told Kasey that Roderic was shackled to something beyond himself, and them. Gilbert’s name popped up in their head like a curse and quickly they pushed it aside. A flash of anger swept through them, and while they had only been teasing Roderic to test how far they could push, to see how much of himself he'd reveal to them, an obstinate, petty thought yelled that they should follow through for real.

They latched their legs around Roderic's hips, locking their ankles and pulling their pelvis flush against his. Effectively ceasing his ability to thrust into them, Roderic stilled his lower body and lifted himself to look at Kasey's face, searching for an answer to their sudden halting of what had seemed to be something they were enjoying. Kasey shifted under Roderic, untangling their arms from around his body and bringing their hands up to cup his face.

Kasey held Roderic steady, locking eyes with him. The two of them were panting, chests rising and falling out of rhythm trying to catch their breaths. “Roderic.”

He waited for more, but his name was all that they said. Their eyes swept over his features, coming back to meet his gaze. He felt like they were expecting something from him, but he couldn't muddle through the haze that had long since settled over him. 

“Who am I?” They asked.

A crease formed between Roderic's eyebrows. “Kasey.”

Kasey dipped their chin in a satisfied nod. “Who are you?”

“...Roderic.” He answered, still unsure of where this was headed.

“Mn,” Kasey smiled. “Good boy. Now, who else is here?”

Roderic was certain it was only the two of them in Kasey's room, but doubt had him attempting to turn his head to look around. Kasey, however, held him still, keeping his face aimed at them. “I don't think anyone.”

“It is just you and me.” Kasey confirmed. “Do you understand?”

Things began to become clearer as Roderic tried to decipher the meaning of Kasey's words. It was only the two of them in that room. It was only the two of them in that bed. What was happening between them was only between them–

Kasey watched as understanding broke through Roderic's foggy thoughts, his gaze quickly darting down and away from their eyes out of shame or embarrassment. He had discarded his clothes when choosing to be a partner in their bed, but not his hang-ups about who they were. It was evident that Roderic wasn't seeing Kasey as themselves, but instead their position in Obsidian.

“If I wanted some subservient fuck toy, I'd find a subservient fuck toy. Now, you have a choice to make and I will only grant you a limited time to consider.” Kasey spoke gently and definitively. “My partner, or a tool.” 

Roderic kept his eyes angled downward. He understood from the beginning what Kasey asked of him. They had said to keep roles and obligations out of their time together– this time specifically. He knew they had sought an equal. And he knew he had lowered himself below them out of habit several times since first agreeing. He was very much used to being a tool, a servant, and an aide. He had even delighted in Kasey finding him useful.

“Forgive me.” Roderic apologized for his inconsiderate actions but made no further comment on his decision.

“I don't want an apology, I want an answer.” Sensing Roderic's inner turmoil, Kasey brushed their fingers into his hair in an attempt to soothe and offer assurance that there were no hard feelings. They unhooked their ankles, freeing Roderic’s lower body from being rendered immobile by them.

Taking Roderic's continued silence as his inability to step up, Kasey gently pushed him by the shoulders to indicate he should dislodge himself and get off them. “Perhaps another time when you've grown some confidence.”

Their words were not meant to be degrading. Offering the possibility of a future engagement if the current problem was rectified was Kasey’s way of encouragement.

Roderic sat on the edge of Kasey's bed as they disappeared into the bathroom. Returning minutes later, they were wrapped in a nightrobe and began trailing the line of clothes they had discarded earlier, collecting their things. “You can use the washroom however you like, but don't linger too long. Normally, I don't permit others occupying my room when I'm not present, however, I'll make an exception for you.”

“You're leaving?” Roderic sat up straighter in surprise.

Kasey set about reassembling their outfit, seemingly nonplussed about the situation. “I am.”

“But… we just…”

They glanced over at Roderic as they buttoned their shirt, lifting their eyebrows as if to ask him to finish his thought he had trailed off on. Roderic quickly hopped off their bed and snatched up his boxers to hurriedly pull them on.

“I didn't expect you to have plans.” He fibbed, hiding his uncertainty in the proper decorum after something like this. He had thought two people tended to continue their physical closeness after sex. It had been his experience before now. But here Kasey was, leaving him in their room as if they could not be rid of him fast enough.

“I didn't.” Kasey smirked watching Roderic attempt to “catch up” to their level of redress. “We are finished here and I have yet to have supper.”

“Oh…” Roderic had nothing more to say to that. He didn't know what to say. Was he meant to apologize again? Should he thank them for spending time with him? Kasey was treating this like any other situation the two of them had been in together, polite and impersonal. They weren't unkind, they were simply acting detached to something that Roderic had thought was deeply personal.

Kasey pulled their gloves on, stretching the leather to fit snugly between their fingers. Then they smiled at Roderic, giving him a “Farewell,” and left him to finish dressing in their room.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

How the Rhodolite princes would react to their firstborn/newborn

Rating: PG-13 (?) Ikepri itself contains a lot of mature themes however, as such, mdni 🔞

Warnings: Brief mentions of (past) character death, grief, pregnancy/childbirth themes (no actual birth depicted), gn but implied afab, & the usual tragic Ikepri cannon.

A/N: Tried to write how they'd hold their kid and what they were feeling when meeting them. Spoiler warnings for the Rhodolite princes routes, tried not to bring up anything major though (Luke's is probably the most spoilery?). Tried to keep the princes' spouses GN, though implied afab bc newborns. (One very brief mention of Belle, but mc/reader is not Emma.) Might eventually make pt2 with the others..? Please read the warnings and proceed only if comfortable! :)

(Apologies for anything that seems ooc, I haven't written much in awhile and this is my first piece for Ikepri! I'm more used to fics rather than hcs, but I tried my best! o7)

JIN 🦅

There's so much Jin can't help but worry about. His past, his future, his country... and now he's got not one but two loved ones he would do anything for. The little bundle of joy in his arms reminds him of the times when his younger brothers were born, and how cute they used to be (well, some of them, anyway). The bleary, garnet eyes trying to look into his own have him wondering.. is this how he looked to his dear mother? There's so much he cherishes, and so much he fears, but he won't let the history of Belle repeat itself. He'd fight the entire palace if he had to, but for right now, he'll settle for tackling pesky burps and dirty diapers. Jin coos at his baby, baritone voice suddenly startling the poor thing, and he can't help but pout. The baby in his arms continues to fuss, feeling hungry.

Jin pulls something out of his breast pocket, looking over at his spouse. "So.. how much longer until they can have lollipops?"

CHEVALIER 🐅

Chevalier would likely be a bit awed upon holding his firstborn, much like the quiet way he takes in Emma's precence. Chevalier is known to be awkward with his affections, as he's far from practiced, but it's been shown on several occasions how he tries to gently pet an animal that dares to come close, or how he clumsily takes care of his love when they're feeling under the weather. He may look fine on the outside, but he's actually quite hesitant, trying to sort things out logistically at first, before sort of just settling for standing there and holding his newborn with both arms. He stares down at their gentle features, taking in every detail, making sure they're comfortable and warm in their sleep.

Looking over at his beloved in all their tired glory, in his very own Chevalier-approved affection he says, "You did well, Simpleton." While he only speaks four words aloud, his faint smile speaks the thousands he didn't quite know how to express.

CLAVIS 🐆

"Dearie me," Clavis says, holding his newborn, full of wide-eyed excitement. "They look so much like you, I can see the bunny ears already."

Being someone who values life so dearly, bringing a new one into this world, with the love of his life no less, is enough to send Clavis' heart soaring into the stratosphere. He just can't help but want to drown them in affection, but they're so small and fragile, and Clavis knows better than to risk scaring them now. He's so, so gentle with his child, unconditional love flowing off him in waves as they bond quietly (please don't get used to this, it will not last), and looks upon their splotchy tufts of lilac hair. The Lelouch genes live on through yet another generation, he smiles to himself. Clavis slowly comes over to stand by his love, placing a gentle kiss on their head.

"You're so lucky to have such a wonderful husband like me. But I'm even luckier to have you both in my life."

LEON 🦁

The happiest day in Leon's life. Second only to your wedding. Scratch that, the wedding is second.. he thinks. He's a bit frazzled from work, labor stress, and all the chaos, cut the guy some slack. No one is immune to this sweet lion's charisma, not even a newborn. They can't help but stare at his flowy hair and bright eyes, like a cartoon character come to life right before their eyes. Leon gently caresses their neck, very lightly pressing a kiss into their soft kiss to their temple. What kind of person will they grow up to be? Will they eat as much as he does? Will they fall asleep when they read too? There's a lot that runs through his mind, but ultimately, he is hopes for them to be healthy, and live happily. This child is going to be absolutely spoiled (within reason), and always have someone in their corner, rooting for them and ready to help learn from their wrongs. For now, he can worry about righting their posture instead. He tries to hold them like he read (how his partner read) in the parenting books, supporting their necks and all. It was really hard to stay awake during those, but the excitement of fatherhood helped him push through, and he's going to put it all into practice now.

"When do we start working on the second one?" (If not for the literal newborn currently in his hands, he'd be busy dodging several pillows.)

YVES 🐈

There's a lot of suppressed guilt for his mother's death in mind, and so many worries for his darling's health before, during, and after. He's a bit scared to hold his newborn, for fear of his clumsiness and "bad luck". With some assurance, he finally takes hold of them, and he could not physically be more careful with his firstborn. Clear eyes like the sky blink sleepily up at him, and Yves is fighting back tears solely for fear of them landing on the baby and somehow hurting them. The smile on his face could split his cheeks if it got any wider. The baby falls asleep in its father's arms, and he even tries breathing softer so he won't wake them. He's just trying his best, please reassure this sweet cat, he means well. (And he absolutely lost the battle against those blasted tears anyway.)

"Thank you for loving me, and for bringing our child into the world with us. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

LICHT 🐺

(Twins having twins cliché may seem redundant, I made 'em different for each brother, pinky promise.)

Licht was blessed with not one but two bundles of joy. Beautiful twin boys, who had what looked to be his vibrant silver hair and his beloved's eyes. He couldn't help the memories that surged, of happier times, and the worst of times. He knew all too well just how ruthless the court could be, but he had a chance to make things different this time. Licht seriously considered building that house he'd once mentioned, and moving you all somewhere much more peaceful. One twin in his arms, one with their other parent, he feels all thought subside when the one he's holding tries to grab at his sleeve. Licht's now-famous smile blooms across his lips much the way the sun's rays appear over daybreak; subtle, then all at once. He takes a gloveless hand, letting their tiny hand hold onto his finger as best they can, eyes gleaming from the sight before him. Licht looks over in wonder at his spouse, only to find them already watching with a tired, quiet smile.

"Things won't be easy but.. I know we can handle anything. I adore you. And I adore them."

NOKTO 🦊

(Twins for both may seem redundant, but I changed things up drastically ok, we got this.)

Nokto wasn't entirely surprised to have twins, but he had also hoped luck would be in their corner in avoiding similar fates. Two little girls, jewel-like eyes like his, and his beloved's hair color (or so it appears, though it's hard to tell for sure with so little peach fuzz). Nokto sits at the edge of the bed, holding one newborn in his arm, and reaching his other hand out for the one in his love's arms. Aside from the memories of his own upbringing, he's now having Typical Girl Dad thoughts about how to keep them safe and teach them how to stay away from cooties (boys), among other things. With a soft sigh, he gently burps his newborn after she's done feeding, rocking her slowly as she tries to chew on her father's lucious locks. Laughter bubbles past his lips at her cute antics, and Nokto feels the stress fade away, even if just a little. His heart is still getting used to receiving love and believing in it, but it's grown enough by now to love his 3 new favorite people in the world.

"If they like my hair this much now, just wait till they start to grow their own."

LUKE 🐻

Luke could not be more the picture of a teddy bear than with his newborn all swaddled up and snuggled in with their giant of a dad. He can't help but wonder if his sister is watching over them, laying next to his spouse on the bed, their newborn but a tiny dot among the two full-grown humans taking up most of the space. He promises to be there for his child the way he never really had anyone, and hopes to live more in the present now, the stakes feeling higher than ever before. A whole new life, created on purpose, gently resting in one arm and atop his broad chest, nestled comfortably and trying to suck on their thumb. Luke holds his spouse's hand with his free one, squeezing it gently, looking into their eyes with the intensity of his own emeralds.

"Look at 'em.. they're so small. Just like you," he jokes before letting out a big yawn, "But sleepy, just like me."

All rights for the characters and original intellectual property belong to Cybird. My writing belongs to myself, Maladaptivedaydreamsx, and shall not be reproduced elsewhere without permission. Ok to translate as a reblog to this post. Ok to reblog, no permission required (for those who like to be safe and ask first, all's good little homies) 💜

If you enjoyed these, I might try to make a pt2 with the other characters soon? Likes and reblogs appreciated, thank you kindly for reading! If you have any hc's of your own, please feel free to respond with them, I'd love to hear what you all think! 😊❤️ (If you'd like to be put on a tag list for any future works, please reply, though it will be a general list for writings as I'm getting back into things slowly atm,, 🙏🏻)

Also, to the lovely person who sent this in likely about 2 years ago (after I'd stopped writing on here bc life happens) ... if you're still somewhere in the fandom and end up seeing this post, thank you for your patience, and for sending something in. I'm finally trying to combat the writer's block again! 🙌🏻

[omkookie]

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, rut, PIV, oral, handjobs and nipple sucking, Rio wants to breed

Bunny!Rio whose rut starts at the beginning of the month.  Despite his aching cock, and heavy sack, he's ready to give you some sloppy head in the morning and pretend that he’s still completely fine. He doesn't want anything in return! 

He's so whipped for you, he's going to kiss your feet and worship the ground that you walk on. You so kindly let him suck on your pretty clit, so it's the least he can do for you! 

His brain short circuits when you pull him towards you, and tell him to fuck you. He's not sure he heard you right, so he asks you to repeat yourself. When you pin him down on the bed and rip his shirt open, his pupils dilate and his self control snaps. 

He grabs onto your hips and grinds his aching cock up against you, allowing you to unbuckle his belt. 

You let him fuck you until he loses count of how many times he's ejaculated. After he cums in you again, he topples over on the bed. His cock is still hard and leaking cum, and his fluffy tail twitches from time to time. He lies there, tired, but still horny and turned on. He wants to fill you with more of his cum! He can see his cum ooze out of your pretty pussy and drip down your pretty thighs, but he wants more! He needs to breed you, to make sure that you're pregnant. 

The two of you can have plenty of cute little bunnies! And he'll stay at home to raise them all, like the good little house bunny that he is. 

“One more…” he pants, pushing himself up on his elbows, “One more time please” he begs, his cheeks flushed in a deep hue of red. He lies back down against your chest, and his hand reaches up to cup your right breast, meanwhile while his mouth latches onto your left nipple. He sucks your breast gently, his tongue rolling your nipple. 

“Does my pretty bunny need to cum again?” You ask him, your hand reaching down to stroke his needy cock. “Please” Rio whines, letting go of your nipple to let out a needy cry. Ge goes back to suckling on your nipple as you jerk him. 

“Is my pretty boy going to cum?” You kiss his forehead, making him melt against you. “Mmmhm” he hums, letting go of your nipple to bite his lip. 

“I'm so close…. Please” His fluffy ears twitch, and his thighs tremble. Your bunny boy was getting closer to cumming again, and he held onto you for dear life. 

“I wanna cum inside you…” he whines, “I need to fill you up…with so much little bunnies” 

Your grip on his cock tightens as he continues to mindlessly ramble, “Please…oh… I need to get you pregnant. We're gonna..” he pants needily, “We're gonna have so many cute baby bunnies”

You'll let him cum in you, right? ;3 

[aquagirl1978]

Fanfiction

Be Still, My Queen (NSFW)

Tempting the Beast (NSFW)

Making the Morning Worthwhile (NSFW)

Marking You as Mine (NSFW)

Adorably Awkward

Want A Bite?

A Hundred Thousand Roses (NSFW)

My Queen

A Crown for Your King (NSFW)

The Tiger Cares

The Glasses Stay On (NSFW)

Pas de Deux

The King's Command

Just a Dream

Just Another Day

Crash Into Me (NSFW)

A Rare Treat

Torment (NSFW)

Stay

Season of Change

The Queen's Command

What a Difference a Year Makes

Kiss From a Rose

She is Mine

Twist of Fate

Read to Me

Happily Ever After

The Morning After (NSFW)

More Than Words

Take My Breath Away (NSFW)

My Yellow Rose

It Was You

No Regrets

Finally (NSFW)

Chasing Fireflies

In Your Eyes

His Human Heart

Fall on Me

A New Day

Sugar and Spice

The Exchange

Run Away With Me

Family

The Little Things

Drabbles

five more minutes

not yet

grief

bathing

fever

scars & souvenirs

white day

marks

Chats

A Trip to Wonderland (IkeRev x IkePri)

The One Where Belle Invites the Suitors to a Picnic (Licht, Gilbert, Sariel, Clavis, Chevalier, Jin)

Headcanons

What kind of undies do the princes wear? (Act 1 Suitors)

Women's Lingerie - Do they wear it and what would they wear? (ALL)

Suitors react when MC gifts them a plushie of their crest animal - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors React to a Sick MC - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Sariel)

Jealous Princes - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio)

Suitors Reaction to Finding a Toy in Your Room (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio, Gilbert)

Children's Books (Chevalier, Clavis)

Dream Wedding (Chevalier, Gilbert)

Grocery Shopping (Chevalier, Gilbert)

MC Reacts to Fight with Suitor (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Kisses (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors as Vampires Biting MC for the First Time (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors React to Finding Out Belle is Pregnant (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin, LIcht, Sariel)

Chevalier Michel with a Lovey Dovey MC

Taking Suitor's Gloves Off (Gilbert, Rio, Chevalier)

How the Suitors React to an Unexperienced Belle (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin)

Suitors Reactions to an MC Who Gets Lost Easily (Yves, Nokto, Chevalier, Clavis)

Suitors Reactions to Attending a Baseball Game (Chevalier's Faction)

Suitors React to an MC with an Eating Disorder/Body Dysmorphia (Leon, Chevalier, Clavis)

Chevalier with a Pregnant MC

Halloween with the Princes (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors Reactions to a Ticklish MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)

[janumun]

Obsidian Retribution (IkePri Gilbert von Obsidian - NSFW)

Rated: NSFW/18+ 🌶️ Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian/Reader Words: ~4k

Tags: developing/denial of feelings, church desecration/sex, vaginal fingering, minor violence, spoilers for Gilbert’s route (chapter 9), re-telling of canon events, angst 

Summary: What happens when you throw yourself into harm’s way in a bid to protect Gilbert at one of Clavis’ covert anti-monarchy meetings? Unconsciously stirring out the whetted fangs of the Conqueror Beast. 

And you witness, once more, just how scathingly cruel his desire for monopoly over your body truly is.

A/N: I’m currently in the midst of Gilbert’s route but he’s been such a flowing inspiration and need that I had to write this indulgent piece for him, for myself and the five other Gil fans out there who would cry with me LOL.  

Characterization might not be accurate to end route Gil, as I’m at the beginning of his route still, so this is written with my understanding of an early Gilbert. ILOVETHISMANSOMUCH. 

The lethal sweep of the blade engulfs your vision entirely, the noble’s hand poised right above his shoulder — a strike you know you cannot avoid. Your life, as if you view it through the distant barrier of a panorama, right before it’s extinguished.  

The sole knowledge that you do not regret your actions one bit, your one solace, eyes drifting shut, that one moment of death stretching slow and long.  

A glacial whisper, of knelling death curls into your ears, “I do not recall allowing you permission to die by another’s hand,” His only pre-emptive warning, just before Gilbert grips a harsh hand about your neck and hurls you backwards— 

“Belle!” Into Luke’s body as he catches you against himself right before you careen straight into the ground. 

A whimpered groan breaks into the air right after; your whirling head, catching its bearings just enough to catch sight of Gilbert standing above the writhing figure of your would-be assailant, bunched at the ground. The sharp end of the perpetrator’s blade — now within Gilbert’s hand — he brings up in a vicious arc, surely in murderous intent. 

“Prince Gilbert, don’t!” Your voice breaks in terror into the air, before the knife is able to find home within its pitiful target.  

His hand, fortunately, halts just before it slits through the noble’s carotid, the latter long having fainted in mind-numbing fear, unable to bear the single-focused brutality of the conqueror beast.  

Gilbert raises his face as if operated via a puppeteer's strings, cut before it could fulfil its performance. Garnet gaze, sweeping slow, before it finds its next victim, within you. Your breath frosts within your lungs, incapable of function, the vicious weight of his terrifying visage subjecting you to his splintering displeasure, despite the cruel smile that remains even now, firm in place. “What is it, little rabbit? Are you begging me to kill you instead?”  

“Prince Gilbert!” You hear Luke entreat, as if from afar.  

A volatile shiver cascades down your spine at the look he’s giving you, thinly veiled revulsion and rage within that sole scarlet eye.  

Gilbert takes a step toward you; your breaths coming in short, staccato bursts and yet you’re unable to turn away from the hungering violence within that gaze. Scurrying thoughts unable to comprehend why exactly he seemed so incensed at you.  

“Come now, out with it. I know you wish to say something to me.” Gilbert offers you an encouraging smile, even as the murderous intent radiating from him with each step he takes forward, threatens to smother you entirely.  

You know what he wishes to hear in that moment, of no mind to hear your own thoughts on the matter. An apology, for your actions, reckless, they may have been, but you do not hold an ounce of regret for trying to protect the man that continues to disconcert your heart; sink his dark trellises deeper into your soul. 

“Prince Gilbert, I—”  

The stifling pressure in the room, cut through only upon Clavis’ interruption, just as he steps into the room to offer a jaunty congratulations to Gilbert for providing an entertaining show.  

The weight of his gaze flees entirely from you, your body — you did not realize you’d held steadfast by sheer force of will — collapses back against Luke’s comforting presence, just as he hauls you up and into his arms, to carry you back. 

“Aren’t you a lucky one?” Gilbert’s cheery voice drifts, discomfiting against your retreating back. 

“Prince Gilb—” 

 “Take care you don’t let me catch sight of you again, or I might just kill you.” Your heart thrums in confounding pain at his words, the clear line he carves in between the two of you in that moment.  

Your mouth unable to form sufficient words to try and catch his attention just as Gilbert turns away from you entirely, the soft flitter of his cape as he does, the last sight you capture of him, as Luke carries you away from the scene. 

 

The longcase clock at the end of hallway has long struck midnight. You continue to pace, restless, about the corridor. Eyes cemented upon the window, affording you a clear view of the castle gates as you stake your agitated wait for Gilbert’s return.  

Luke and you had returned a few hours back, to the castle in a private carriage. You’d run into Rio as soon as you’d alighted, almost immediately after, being carted in between the two men as they’d fussed you straight into the infirmary. The good part of the hour after, spent in making sure you were truly unhurt save for the minor scrap at your arms.  

It was only multiple reassurances later and holding Rio back from charging deep into the night after Gilbert, did you escape from the fretful affections of your friends and out, to await Gilbert’s return.  

His expression returns to your mind’s eye in vivid detail; the way that cold, scarlet gaze had zoned in on you, the shuttered intensity of violent rage underneath. It was as if you’d been looking upon a stranger.  

Now that you’d had a few quiet moments to compose yourself away from the fright of your earlier situation, bone-deep remorse was beginning to settle within, at having displeased Gilbert the way you did. A forced companionship he may have forged in between you two, but the startling glimpses of his kindness that lurked beneath the serrated edge of his cool blades, had your heart shred asunder between fear, rationale and genuine care. You couldn’t deny it, not after tonight. You had, perhaps, grown to care for Prince Gilbert, far more than was ever appropriate. 

The soft whinnying of horses disturbing the quiet of the night outside drags you out of your reverie just in time to catch sight of Gilbert’s figure descending the carriage.  

You begin your rush towards the main entrance, but instead of making his way into the castle, Gilbert’s steps veered off towards a path leading to what seemed to be, the back of the castle.  

You fly down the winding staircase and into the foyer, heart battering against your chest. Pulling open the great doors to the entrance before you dart after his retreating figure that is a mere speck in the distance, now.  

You do not want to lose sight of him. You must see Gilbert tonight and make him listen to what you have to say. Despite your fears, you do not wish to abandon Gilbert with the notion that you did not care. Even beneath the carving of a beast, he was just a human too. A man who’d come so close to bordering a rapidly diminishing line in between friend and foe.  

Up ahead, Gilbert ducks past belting cobblestone, headed in the direction of what seems to be the structure of an old church. You frown, thoughts wrought with questions you know you’d get no easy answers for.  

The tapering sweep of his cape disappears just past the great, carved wooden doors of the church, and you too follow, on tentative, urgent steps, slipping through the entrance and into the church.  

It sits empty, save for the dark figure of the man standing motionless, close to the pulpit.  

“I didn’t think you were foolish enough to come chasing after me even after I warned you not to.” Gilbert’s voice drifts eerie in its calm, down the long hallway, even as you trudge closer on careful steps. “Tell me, is it that pure kindness of yours which feels for every living being, or an empty head that has dragged you this far into the beast’s den?”  

Gilbert’s words are scathing, deliberately cruel, meant to burn. You have not heard him utilize that tone of voice with you in so long. 

“Well then,” he prods; voice, sweet poison. “Are you going to answer me or shall I make you answer me?” 

You drift further into the church on uneasy steps, the great doors behind sway shut behind you in a creak of finality, as if knelling of an ill-fated decision. Against all wise sense, however — your heart insists you do — you tread towards the man who stands waiting, at the end of the long, carpeted hallway.

A poised form; his head at an easy cant, a crinkled garnet eye fixated upon your foolish movements — you do not miss the incessant, muted tap of gloved digits across the flared bulb of his cane, an uncharacteristic agitation to his visage, you’re not used to witnessing on Gilbert. He stands, all obsidian, against the backdrop of watered twilight that filters in shafts past great, ornate windows on either sides of the quiet hallway — as though he is a devil awaiting the willing scurry of a sacrifice right into its willing maw.  

You grit your teeth against the frightening intimidation he’s settled deep into your bones, a festering cloak he’s had thrown over in between you, warning you to stop prying deeper into his affairs. “I want to speak to you, Prince Gilbert.”  

“Oh? What if I do not wish to listen, little rabbit?”  

“Then, I insist you hear me out.” The cutting streak of his blade is so swift, you only but feel the soft stir of your hair about your face before your breath frosts within your windpipe at the deadly edge of the sword he holds against the careful swallow of your throat.  

“You really do wish to die by my hand tonight. What an utterly insipid way to cut my fun short, Belle.” 

You force yourself to hold your ground, even as the first tremors of fear crumple across your limbs. “I don’t want you to kill me.” Compelling courage to rise in the face of his raw vitriolic anger, you wish to parse the reason for his distress. “I only want to know why you are so angry with me.”  

A serrated smile tugs across his mouth. “Do you ask because you really do not know?” 

“I don’t. And I don’t think I did anything to warrant your unjust ire either.” 

“Unjust...” he murmurs. “You would’ve realized it if you took but a single moment to think.” 

Your mind takes his words and works about them in a million different ways. “I realize my actions were reckless...” 

“That is a good start.” the sardonic amusement of his voice does not reach his eyes.  

“But I do not regret my actions, Prince Gilbert. I...” you swallow around words that are sudden lead within your throat. “I do not think I could bear to see you get hurt.”  

The admission uttered on soft, firm words; stews dense within the space in between you both. Gilbert's lone scarlet gaze, watches you, motionless as the terse silence stretches taut into several excruciating moments.  

Before he gathers his blade back into its secreted scabbard once more, beneath the cloak at his waist — your breath escaping you on a rush of relieved air, you did not even know how tensed you’d held your body, until its released from the grip of Gilbert’s dread, with the withdrawal of his blade. The Obsidianite prince turns on his heel, the flourish of his great, dark cape behind, as he moves to seat himself in the first pew. He does not look back at you as he instructs, “Come.”  

And you follow, without a word of complaint uttered; know that you tread in dangerous waters. A single, wrong move, and you’d miss your window of opportunity with Gilbert entirely. His emotions would be shuttered off to you, once and for all, were you to lose your nerve now and flee from him. Despite how part of your heart still tremored within his presence, how you still couldn’t help doubt each single edge of his kindness so deeply steeped within his malice; hope still sprouted within you regardless. Willing to gamble upon the Gilbert you often times caught glimpse of; one who’s consideration did not come attached with its poisonous strings.  

You shift on anxious steps once you’re in front of him, Gilbert’s gaze, mildly muted of its ire when he fixes it upon you. “Your impulsive actions could’ve cost you dearly tonight.” He begins.  

“Impulsive, yes... but even if I had stopped to think, Prince Gilbert, I couldn’t—” 

“You couldn’t afford to see me hurt, yes, I heard that silly part the first time you spoke it, little rabbit.” he reiterates.  

You clam up on yourself. 

“You could’ve died. Did you stop to think how much the mere thought of your demise irked me?” He angles the head of his cane, to tap against your hip, gesturing you closer.  

And just as you steal close within arm’s length, Gilbert’s gloved digits are curving about your arm in a vice, hauling you down to topple onto his lap. His murmur’s a warm caress against the shell of your ear. “I would’ve hated it if you’d died.”  

Your mind careens into a rash halt of all thoughts, blanking entirely at the quiet certitude of those words. 

“...What?”  

“Foolish, isn’t it?” His smile is wide, undisturbed across his face. Just as transient as the surface of a pond, subject to be disturbed by the slightest of ripples. “Even when I despise you so, Belle, I cannot let you go.” 

“Prince Gilbert...” 

Your mind cannot parse the meaning of his words. If this were earlier on in your relationship, you’d have understood him to mean he did not wish for his prey to be ‘impaired’ by another. Gilbert had told you so, on several occasions and in no less than explicit terms.  

However, now as you look upon Gilbert; emotions naked, unlike you’ve ever seen before. Jagged enough they could cut you through if you dared try wade in deeper. Into the insinuation barely concealed behind that sole garnet gaze.  

The arch of his cane steers a slow caress over the shirt at your chest, before it dents into a stop right above your heart. Gilbert presses in, insisting the polished head against the give of your left breast — your heart seeming to catch at the hook of it with how it seizes at the motion. “This right here could’ve stopped,” he mulls, almost clinically. The insouciant inflection of his voice disarming at the last careful barriers and inhibitions, thrown up in protection of your heart. “I am human too, you know, mere flesh and bone. I cannot be there to protect you each time that heart of yours decides it wishes to do good to all, regardless of their status as man or beast.”  

“Prince Gil—” Your voice fractures into a pained gasp, just as he seizes the fingers you reach out for him, sinking a sharp bite around a vulnerable digit. You clench back further signs of weakness with the slow, aching sweep of his tongue against your captured fingers; the teeth that worry at tender skin, pinching another warning at your approach. And reach out, again, with your other palm. Succeeding in curving your fingers about his cool cheek in a tentative touch up the line of it. Thumbing gentle right beneath the cusp of a surprised gaze, singular scarlet disarmed by the tender action. Before it crinkles in mild resignation, half rebuke, “You truly are a fool.”  

Gilbert tucks his face against your cradling palm, further allowing you slack, to temper at the beast that has — for the moment — lowered its great head to you. That is all the victory you need from him at the moment, for him to pay heed to you for the words you wish to communicate. “I’m sorry.”  

The apology rings piercing in the quiet space, Gilbert’s gaze unrelenting in the long stretch of time that seems to trudge slow in between you both, the longer he lets those two words stew.  

Pink tongue darting out a nervous path to slick moisture at long dry lips, “I’m sorry for not thinking my actions through and for not treasuring myself more in the moment. I realize that upset you greatly and I apologize for that, Prince Gilbert.”  

He remains silent throughout your confession uttered, red gaze, and a gloved hand, tracing a deliberate path across your chest, right above your heart. You know he can feel the moment it thrums faster, beneath his welcome touch — why, why do you not hate Gilbert touching you? — gliding its exploration across the space. “Will you promise not to do what you have today, again?”  

The thought of uttering a cosy lie, flitters through your mind for a split moment of relapsed judgement. Before fizzling in on itself; you know well how Gilbert despises untruths spoken, no matter how small. Would know, were you to try offer false placations. And so, you opt for the bitter truth — one you too, realize with a jolt of realization, “I... cannot promise you that.”  

His eye rolls up to meet yours, the sharp edge to it, you swallow against, as if he has a phantom blade pressed to your throat once more. “For as much as I deeply regret the trouble I’ve caused you, I know I’d hate it even more were something to happen to you.” 

“Those are dangerous fantasies to harbour for a prince of your enemy nation.” A muted smile graces his features; a dark gloved thumb he brings to trace at your lower lip, delicately disengaging it from the worrying bite of your teeth. As if he, too, hadn’t confessed so, in less clearer words, not too long before. A dangerous game you two play; you don’t wish to disentangle the throttling wad of your emotions tonight.  

“Well, that’s too bad then, I guess, because those are my true feelings, Prince Gilbert.” You stare back, resolute.  

His smile quivers in mild amusement. “I know.”  

“And I’m willing to do anything to show my sincerity, if it gets you to accept my heartfelt apology.” 

That garnet gaze shutters, taking on a hard edge at your words; the burbling shadows of darkness that catch just beneath that smiling veneer before it vanishes entirely. “You’re playing a treacherous game here, little rabbit, one that will unfortunately end in futility, no matter how hard you try.” His smile grows wider, until you’re seeing the flash of teeth in it. “Nothing you do or say can ever change the positions you and I stand in. So, tell me once more.” A firm arm curls about your waist, heaving you flush against the cold, clothed expanse of Gilbert’s chest, a stifled gasp leaving you at the motion. “You’re not silly enough to not understand the true implications of your offer, are you?”  

Your next breath quivers out of you. “...I am not.” Your fingers snag awkwardly at the regal collar of his mantle, sinking into the soft fur lining the edges. “I wholeheartedly wish to make amends.” And you pitch your head forwards, the tentative kiss you touch against Gilbert’s cold lips has you shuddering in his embrace. “I can’t promise you what you want but I can convey my honest remor—”  

His hand slinks into the catch of your hair, hauling you back towards him in a kiss of cool desire, mouth moving against yours in a manner, it leaves you flushed and breathless by the time Gilbert parts from you on a wet, sultry sound. A hand he cups about your jaw, thumb denting at your chin in measured strokes. You tip your mouth, catching the edge of his glove in between your teeth to tug, slow. Deliberate. Curving your hands about his, in aid, before you wrest the glove off his hand entirely. Moving to discard it behind, at your feet.  

Gilbert’s bared hand moves to curve about the flare of your hip; a patient squeeze he applies to the flesh beneath. His other hand he extends in silent instruction for you to de-glove before you comply without question. You tremble above him in need, his simmering gaze more than making up for the cold you feel permeating through the thin cloth of your dress. “Go on,” he encourages. “You’re going to work for it, aren’t you?”  

Your breath heaves with the slow rise of your chest, hand stealing past the stiff collar of his cape to settle your fingers at the side of his neck, tracing hesitant pads down the line of it. “You’re so cold.”  

His lashes sweep shut over his eye at your touch, canting his head further into the warmth of your palm; a figure he paints so lovely, you know this empyrean visage is what you’d always envisioned within your mind’s eye when you used to read about kings and princes within your happy fairytales, long before in a time that seems so far into the past now. “You should warm me, then. Show me you’re capable of it.” 

Sinking a vexed bite into your lip — adamant on proving yourself right — you hoist your knee awkwardly onto the narrow seat. Gilbert’s hands immediately flit to curve their supports against your behind and lift, just as your other knee too, settles by his thigh, effectively straddling him. Your breaths stopper momentarily within your throat with the expectant lift of his gaze, palms squeezing softly against your pliant flesh. Your hands fly towards the flow of your dress before you slip the material up against your thighs, deliberately exposing your bare skin to his gaze.  

Gilbert's eye flashes; molten steel bleeding into the gaze, before one of his hands steal past the edge of your still rising dress and in between your legs to glance a searing touch in between your drenched folds, right above your underwear. You gasp at the euphoric sensation, hips lurching against his hand on instinct, trying to capture it deeper into you.  

He indulges you — perhaps he feels particularly merciful in that one moment of whimsy — the pad of his forefinger re-tracing its path in between your folds. Before his thumb tucks aside the edge of your underwear, to slide index and middle in a slow, torturous path across the bare flesh from hood to base. Teasing the cool tips of them just into your entrance. Your body flares in mortified need to feel your wetness gush onto his fingers at that mere testing touch.  

His eye rolls up to meet yours, the smile that lingers at his lips, immensely pleased. “You’re very warm here.” Propelling his fingers, slow, up into your clenching walls. “It’s almost as if you’re running a fever, little rabbit.” You moan against him, with each deliberate thrust, the pads of his digits finding your weakest spot frighteningly quick, to scrape repetitive, at the soft flesh. “Do you think I’d be just as hot were I to settle deep into your place here?”  

Your hips judder against his fingers at those words, grazing the heel of his palm against the neglected bead at your apex, sending fire soaring through your body at that split moment of contact. Your soft, soughing sound of need breaks into the air, body gyrating down against that searing point of contact, in rhythm with the leisured thrust of his fingers into your spasming walls.  

Before Gilbert, cruelly, siphons the heat from you entirely at the cusp of release, fingers pried out of you to drift up against his mouth. He sweeps his tongue against his drenched digits, copious arousal dripping past his wrist to soak into the pristine cloth at his thigh. “Sweet thing,” he hums, just as you flush further underneath his piercing touch.  

And before you can manoeuvre your weak limbs for much else — mind so hazed in its lust addled state, you’re not sure what’s happening — Gilbert’s free hand is stealing about the curve of your spine. Pressing you down against the firm, hard strength of exposed flesh; the smooth head of him bumping about your nub to have you keening into the touch. Spine arching the rest of the way forwards without the coaxing of his hand, so he slips just past your entrance; fingers spasming into his shoulders at the stretch. You rock against that pleasurable almost burn for several, excruciating moments, in and out — surface thrusts — head falling back against your shoulders.  

Gilbert throws his hand about your body, fingers splaying just beneath the wings of your shoulder-blades, hauling your coasting body to hold firm, against his. “Don’t lose yourself now, little rabbit. You have yet to satisfactorily apologize.” Tempting your body down into his lap until he’s propelled, at last, into your drenched walls, a rapid sigh issued from Gilbert’s lips at the sensation.  

Your body quickly warming his into yours — the shape and stretch of him has you nearly faint with desire. “I’m sorry,” you croon on your first roll upon him. “I-I’m so sorry.” Grinding him up into your walls as deeply as you are able, the unyielding strength of him so numbing within your body. Even inside you, connected this intimately, Gilbert von Obsidian must have his own way with you.  

And you’ve let him do so, for so long; at his beck and call, thrown to his tender mercies. And yet, your mind had gone and coddled unfathomable emotions for him within its bosom. He'd gotten past your defences, just as he’d promised; crawling tendrils underneath your skin, into your frenzied beating heart, deep into your mind, until he occupied every thought along with each waking breath of yours. And your tiny victory lay in the knowledge that perhaps, you too had chipped a small chunk past that obsidian armour and carved a shallow wound at his skin, of your name.  

“I’m sorry for angering you, Gilbert.” You weep upon his length, hips driving fast towards a swift approaching release. 

“You are, aren’t you?” He breathes, hands catching at your waist to aid your movements upon him. “I’ll forgive you. And I’ll forgive you for neglecting to speak my proper title too, Belle, since I’m the one who has ruined you.” His smile is almost sweet, pleasant upon his face as he looks up at you — you drink that saccharine poison down almost fervidly. “You’re allowed to be remiss this once, because we are friends.”  

He’s driving, hard, into you — powerful enough the pew beneath you creaks with the propulsions — at an angle that has him brushing hot against your swollen nub in blinding strokes, just at the cusp of release, threatening to overflow. “So, call me Gil instead, when we are alone. I shall permit it, for you. Say it now.” 

Your body breaks, spasming into a release so violent, your entire body shudders above him. “Gil.” You sob out loud, your arms he coaxes about the strength of his shoulders. Fingers you sink into the soft fur of his mantle to ground yourself, just as Gilbert’s warmth follows soon after into your quivering walls. “I-I’m sorry, Gil.” 

A breathless, flushed grin, Gilbert von Obsidian buries against your mouth before he speaks. “Apology accepted, little rabbit.” 

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╰┈➤ 💜 Clavis seduces Emma in a bunny suit so she can finally pop his cherry.

Clavis Lelouch x Emma • rating: E (MDNI) • tags:Bunny Suits; Bunny Ears; bunny tail; that one Clavis card; Virginity; Virginity Kink; Making Out; Sloppy Makeouts; Dom!Emma; sub!Clavis; Femdom; Neck Kissing; Biting; Groping; Premature Ejaculation; Coming Untouched; Coming In Pants • wordcount: 1,495 • masterlist

"Welcome home, Emma. I've been waiting for you."

The wave of shock that washes over Emma's being brings forth an unmistakable familiar and dangerous warmth that traverses from her cheeks straight down to her nethers. It doesn't leave her time to breathe, to think, yet the words still manage their way out.

"Clavis, what are you wearing?"

Hand still on the doorknob, Emma's eyes are cast down low, at the figure kneeling on the floor. Clavis' tall, slender form is clad in a tight suit, squeezing his flesh in all the right places. Clavis lowers his head as if desperate to rub himself all over her legs, showing the joy of a domesticated animal welcoming his owner home, and in the act, a pair of long faux ears brush past Emma's frame. From the position he's taking on the floor, she can see the star of the outfit - an obscene protrusion on his rear, white and fluffy. A bunny tail.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm your little bunny in heat. I'm beginning you to finally, finally take me."

Emma's blood runs hot, fingers curling inwards until she can feel her own nails dig into the inside of her palm. It emphasizes their positions on the spot. She has claws, and Clavis is soft, pliant, vulnerable, practically begging. She can do whatever she wishes with him.

His methods of seduction are an incitement to riot, as she barely needs stimulus to desire him. Yet Clavis puts on so much effort for her. He moves his body alluringly in a way he's never done for anyone; he gazes at her in a way he's never gazed at anyone. The littlest things about him are enough, all those things he doesn't even suspect are erotic, so how is she to endure the current situation?

"On the bed, Clavis."

The man on his knees smirks as he obediently bows, turning around to comply with her wish. Emma's eyes follow his rump. Of course they do. He gives her so much to look at.

She'll have to give that tail a little squeeze later.

Emma follows him to the bed and climbs up, signaling for Clavis to come closer. He sits on the place between her legs, leaning slightly backward as he props himself up with a hand, chest puffed out. Ready for her next move.

Emma reaches two greedy hands to grasp his waist, and she pulls him in closer, letting his scent engulf her completely. Has he always had such a perfect waist? It's not tiny enough for her hands to properly enwrap it, but rather just enough to desperately try to tighten her hands enough to fit more.

"Kiss me, Clavis. You know how to do this much, right?"

Way better than a virgin does, she refrains from adding, for the sake of her own composure. They've made out before, but never took the next step. The amount of heated kisses they'd shared had been enough to see Clavis become bold and risqué in his need for more, often kissing her breathless. The bulge in his pants has always been alluring but it's never been quite the time or the place. Partly because Clavis has a penchant for being at the wrong time, in the wrong place.

His lips are now planted against her own, and he already begins with his game. No time for lovey-dovey kisses, even if they're to his liking as well. His tongue slips between Emma's parted lips, making his way in, provoking her. It turns her rasped breaths into moans, and she doesn't mind it even this early on. If she's being vocal, he'll start being vocal too. For the time being, she lets him lead the kiss. It's almost like he shows what he wants to be done to him in return, she thinks. Although he's a gentleman through and through. His demonstration simply can't be as true to his desires.

He withdraws, and keeps his mouth open, tongue poking out. Emma doesn't wait for the thin thread of saliva between them to break; as long as he took a breath he should be fine for continuing where they left. It's like they never stopped the kiss that way.

She takes it easy on him when she takes the lead, dragging her tongue on his plump lower lip as if asking for entrance. It humiliates him a little, as if they're still not past this stage, as if he needs that - but strangely it's only lust he feels as a response. He answers properly to the gesture, obediently parting his lips to be penetrated, and Emma slips her tongue in.

"Nngn…"

Emma takes notes of all the little things that push Clavis' buttons; like curving her tongue to caress the underside of his tongue, or withdrawing to scare him with a too-early end of the kiss. She wants to learn more and more about how he wants to be kissed, touched, loved.

"Haah… haha.. You can get more handy than that, Emma."

He needn't say more. Emma's hands move from where they've held Clavis' waist, leaving unmistakable warmth behind as their imprints, and they travel up his back. Emma traverses it with hands alone from one side to the other, measuring him up, taking note of the hard places of him just like the soft ones, following the curves of his shoulders, the dips of the junction between them and his neck. It's an endearing gesture, until she cards her fingers through the short purple hair on the back of his head, upwards, taking both of his sleek black bunny ears in her grasp.

He doesn't feel the tug in the way an actual appendix would, of course, but his groan is sincere, and the action successfully makes him tilt his head back to reveal his slender neck.

Emma leaches on it, her glistening lips wetting his neck as she sinks her teeth into the column of his neck. He's so weak to neck kisses, she can practically feel him get hard where they're pressed body to body.

Leaving only one hand on his head, she lets the other one get playful and travel back down. The moment she's past the leather of his belt, Clavis' body rocks forward, and his rear lifts off the bed. He's on his knees now, between Emma's parted legs, arms snaking around her shoulders for support as she keeps kissing and nibbling at his neck.

With his behind now in full reach, Emma gets bolder, squeezing and groping his rump, the back of his thighs, and finally his fluffy white tail. It makes a little wicked smile bloom on her face. She lacks all of those adorable assets, yet Clavis sees her as his little bunny. She understands now, both the endearment and the lust behind it. Though it's a little scary that they've both become like that - with carnivores and prey it's quite linear. They devour until they're sated. With rabbits, well, Emma knows what people say about rabbits.

Clavis moans now, open and vulgar, and each vocalization of his arousal makes his Adam's apple move where Emma can feel it under her lips. It makes her see hot-white behind her eyelids that fell closed amidst it all. She wants to be locked in that tango forever; to see how Clavis gets worse and worse, until they finally cross that line, to take and take from each other until there's nothing they haven't done to the other.

"Ahh-- Nghh!" Clavis' head trashes, and it makes Emma's sucking at his skin a little difficult as her lips begin to miss their target. She makes him stay in place again, nails biting on the fabric of his suit, pressing him closer to her. His moans become hopeless now, and she feels proud of herself, just a tad curious which part made him like this. Clavis riots in his flesh restraints again, though he can easily remove himself from her grasp with his strength alone. She lets him have his breath, letting go and catching a glimpse of his face that she began to miss.

He's a mess, cheeks flushed red, hair disheveled, and faux ears askew and flopping to the side. Although he pants heavily, he finds it in himself to smirk. It's a rather mischievous one; not the kind to signal achievement of his goal but rather that he's done something forbidden.

"Nnnh…You handled your bunny a little too rough and he creamed his pants."

Eyes widening, Emma feels a fresh wave of arousal wash over her as the words sink in. She's stunned, a little guilty, a little curious… but as her gaze shamelessly shifts to his trousers to see a little wet spot on the front of his still-tented crouch, she's sure she's never seen anything more erotic in her life. She wets her lips to speak up.

"Looks like my little bunny in heat will stay a virgin for a little longer."

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Biting the Little Rabbit

Day 21 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Prince | Gilbert von Obsidian x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, biting/marking, clit play, orgasm denial, Gilbert being a little shit Prompts: “Poor thing, you’re barely standing on your legs.” ao3 link here.

The first bite hurt when his teeth tore through your flesh, the pain ripping through you, bringing tears to your eyes. But by the tenth – or was it the fifteenth – you lost count, your legs barely supporting you, weakened from both the pain and pleasure of Gilbert’s teeth breaking skin and his warm tongue lapping up the ensuing blood trickling from the wound. You sagged against Gilbert’s chest, unable to support yourself, remaining upright only through Gilbert’s strong arms holding you in place.

”Gilbert…” you whimpered, overwhelmed from the continuous cycle of pain and pleasure. 

Gilbert pulled away from the newest mark he left above your left breast only to coo at you. “Poor thing, you’re barely standing on your legs.”

”Gilbert… I can’t take… can’t take anymore.” You pleaded with him. Other than marking you, he had barely touched you, but you were already exhausted.

”Oh?” Gilbert’s crimson eye gleamed with a wickedness that you knew would not lead to him stopping his assault on your trembling body. He scooped you into his arms with surprising ease considering his health and laid you onto the black, silk sheets of his bed. The cool silk soothed the bites Gilbert left on your back, which still stung although the blood flow had stopped several bites ago. “Who said I was done with you?”

Tears slid down your cheeks to the sheets below. “Gilbert, please,” you whispered.

”But I was just getting started with you, little rabbit.” Gilbert traced his finger along your tears. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

You trembled, desperately seeking the comfort of his touch when he wasn’t bringing you pain. “Yes.” 

“What was that, little rabbit? I couldn’t hear you.”

”Yes, I want you to make me feel good.”

“Is that so?” Gilbert smirked. “All you had to do was ask.”

Both you and Gilbert knew that wasn’t true. Gilbert was a selfish lover, only pleasuring you when he was satisfied thoroughly marking you as his.

“Please, Gilbert–” 

“Ah ah, that’s not what I told you to call me, little rabbit.”

“Gil… please.” Your voice cracked, signaling you were at your limit, signaling how much you craved the sweet tenderness that followed his mouth’s assault on your bruised, inflamed skin.

A sadistic grin gleamed in Gilbert’s dangerous crimson eye. He lowered his mouth to the first bite he placed on your neck, his hot tongue dragging across the teeth-shaped wound. It stung, throbbing from the pressure.

“What shall I do with you?” 

Gilbert was teasing you. He knew what you wanted, what you needed. He knew how tight you were after all the pain. He knew the type of release you desired once he was done showing just how much he loved you with his teeth.

Gilbert von Obsidian absolutely knew what he was doing to you.

“Does my darling rabbit want me to touch her…” he brushed his fingers up the inside of your thigh slowly, a trail of buzzing tickles humming to the growing ache between your legs, only coming to a stop just before they reached your begging folds, “... here?”

He stroked you where your leg met your pelvis, close enough to feel the cold of his hand on your cunt, but far enough away you squirmed for more.

You let out a low, hollow moan. He was being cruel, and he knew it.

“Or… Does the little rabbit want me to touch her…” his fingers slid through your weeping folds, finally coming to a rest on your clit, “...here?”

Gilbert rubbed a lazy circle along the swollen organ, delighting wickedly in the way your hips spasmed at his touch. It was such a simple touch, but you relished the electric jolt careening through your abdomen.

“Poor, poor thing,” he cooed. “So wet for me, I don’t know how you could stand it.”

His finger kneaded your clit, spelling the letters of his name, G – I – L – B – E – R – T…

White hot flashes roiled throughout your body, each letter tightening the coil in your core tighter and tighter until all that remained was for it to spring free. 

“Gil–” you gasped, the pressure building into a heady explosion.

But the explosion never came.

Just as you were about to unravel, Gilbert removed his hand from your sex, clicking his tongue in annoyance. You stared at him, confusion threading through your brows, a wild, feral need blazing in your eyes.

“Tsk… naughty little rabbit.” Gilbert removed his thick, heavy black coat. “Impatient little rabbit.” He unbuttoned his black shirt, pulling it off his shoulders and tossing it aside. “Greedy little rabbit.” He pulled down his pants revealing the full extent of his erection. “Who said I was done with you?” You trembled. You trembled in anger at having your sweet climax ripped away. You trembled in fear of what Gilbert von Obsidian had planned for you next. You trembled in anticipation of what he would do with his dripping, erect cock.

Gilbert climbed on top of you, pressing his cold lips to your forehead.

“I don’t plan on being done with you until morning.”

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[yonaaaahowell]

Baguette

Keith Howell x Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, BLOWJOB, DIRTY TALKING

Words: 1, 119

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One night, you were quite intoxicated and somehow recalled that you were entrusted with delivering certain elixirs to Keith. Despite your inebriated state, you hastened to his chambers and knocked on the door.

*Knock* You knocked once and received no response.

*Knock knock* After knocking a second time with even greater urgency, the door still remained unanswered.

You knocked repeatedly on the prince chambers door throughout the night in a state of drunkenness, growing increasingly impatient as no one answered despite your best efforts.

Suddenly, the door to his chamber swung open with a creak, revealing yourself face to face with Keith's partially undressed form.

The prince was clad only in a small towel that barely covered his lower region, his dark olive ruffled hair still damp from a recent bath or shower.

Keith's golden eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected intrusion, clearly having forgotten his state of undress in the moment.

"What...what are you doing here so late at night?" he asked, his voice tinged with both surprise and a hint of wariness.

In his confusion, Keith failed to fully process your inebriated ramblings, not quite registering the nature of the "concoctions" and "reports" you mentioned. For now, he simply stood before you, towel clenched in one hand, hair still mussed and damp - a picture of unexpected disruption.

Meanwhile, you surmised that Keith wasn't fully comprehending your intentions, so you took the unusual step of entering his private chambers to personally deliver the bag of concoctions and reports yourself.

However, in your intoxicated state, you stumbled forward and accidentally yanked on Keith's towel, causing the fabric to slip away and reveal his manhood in all its glory.

Upon laying eyes on the prince's erect and substantial member, most women would have been shocked, intrigued, or even embarrassed.

But thanks to your extreme inebriation, you simply giggled and whispered, "Baguette..." seemingly perceiving Keith's genitals as a large, mysterious loaf of bread.

Your stomach growled in response, distracting you from the bizarre scene before your eyes.

Then all of a sudden, the mischievous alter-ego within Keith emerged, a sly, wicked smile twisting his gentle features as he caught sight of you entranced gaze lingering on his exposed member.

"Like what you see, hmm?" he teased in a low, deep tone that was a far cry from his usual gentle demeanor.

Keith's alter-ego, driven by the thrill of teasing someone he found endearing, had no intention of covering himself like his gentle counterpart would have. Instead, he reveled in the unexpected opportunity to explore the boundaries of their encounter.

"Normally, HE will be the type to cover himself in a situation like this," Wicked Keith admitted, glancing down at his erect member with a chuckle.

"But your drunken state is too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. So, you can touch my 'baguette' or even take my baguette for a spin, if you desire." Keith purred, his golden eyes glinting with wicked amusement at his own tease.

As your entranced state allowed you to act on Keith's suggestive words and deeds without hesitation, you tentatively reached out to touch his manhood.

Your fingers explored the thick shaft in a daze before your lips descended to lick the tip. You took a small nibble, at which point Keith groaned and chuckled, offering gentle guidance.

"No biting, my doe," he teased. "Round that little mouth of yours around my shaft and suck it gently..."

He watched with a knowing smirk as realization slowly dawned on your drunken mind that what you held in your hand was not, in fact, a baguette.

When you attempted to pull away, Keith placed a firm hand on the back of your head, guiding you back down to his waiting member.

"You won't miss this chance, do you?" he asked with a sly, seductive whisper, his golden eyes glinting with mischief as he encouraged you to re-kiss the tip of his cock.

Wanting this moment too, you kissed the tip of Keith's member before obediently wrapping your lips around the thick shaft, sucking gently as requested.

Keith's grin widened as pleasurable sensations began to spread through his body, his cock pulsating inside your small, pretty mouth. Seizing a handful of your hair, Keith gently guided you in the rhythm he knew would bring him great pleasure.

"Faster, my doe...suck me harder," Keith groaned, his pleasure growing.

However, you were struggling to accommodate Keith's massive size, nearly choking as your throat burned from the intense depth he was pushing for.

Keith's grip on your hair tightened slightly as he leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear.

"Relax your throat, allow my cock to slide down smoothly...don't tense up," he whispered, his voice laced with sensual instruction. "Breathe through your nose...take it slow and steady, my lovely doe."

With patient guidance and your best efforts, Keith was eventually able to slide his entire impressive length down your throat, eliciting a pleasured groan of approval from the prince.

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As you continued sucking in rhythm, you even began vibrating your lips against Keith's shaft, sending pleasurable waves through the prince's body.

"Take me more..." Keith groaned, his hips starting to thrust roughly in time with your movements as his arousal grew. He could feel his climax approaching, ready to erupt within the eager mouth before him.

His wicked mind was ecstatic at the thought of making you drink his release, determined to have you swallow every last drop.

As he reached his peak, Keith's member pulsed and throbbed, flooding your mouth with his hot, thick seed. To ensure you swallowed every ounce, Keith gripped your head firmly, preventing you from pulling away as he continued pumping cum into your eager mouth.

"This is what happens when you visit me during the night, no matter the reason," Keith purred, savoring the moment of decadent release with his drunken, unsuspecting companion.

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The next morning, you found yourself at a local bakery, a freshly baked baguette filled with milky cheese catching your eye.

Your thoughts instantly drifted back to the previous night's bizarre events, still unsure what to make of Keith's massive manhood that you had sucked on under the mistaken belief it was a baguette.

The lewd scene played out in your mind once more. As you stood there lost in thought, a warm breath suddenly tickled your ear.

"If you want another 'baguette' of mine, why don't you visit me again later tonight?" Keith whispered, his voice unmistakable.

Your blush deepened as you suddenly felt Keith's teeth gently nip at your earlobe, a teasing gesture that left you flushed and staring longingly at the innocent bakery baguette.

It seemed your drunken misadventures with the prince were far from over.

[scorchieart]

Doodles and Dust

Genre: Slice of Life

Characters: Jin Grandet, Sariel Noir

Wordcount: 700

Prompts: In the shadows, Make it...

A/N: My gift for the 2024 Ikemen Exchange over on @flash-exchange for @pathogenic. Despite them having one of my favorite friendships in the game, I don't often write these two together. So I'm very happy I got to work on this for ya, Ollie!

“Cinnamon sticks, old man— You scared the sugarcubes outta me,” Jin heaved, clutching the door with one hand and his chest with the other. It always was a shock running into him unscheduled. Doubly so in a dark attic.

Sariel did not look up from the trunk he rifled through. “If you are looking for your magazines, Prince Yves disposed of them last week,” he said.

“Magazines?” scoffed Jin. “You misunderstand. I am here for the same noble reason as yourself.” 

“How fortuitous that we both elected to use our lunch breaks productively today.” Sariel lifted his head and cobwebs swayed off his hair giving his face a ghoulish glow. “I have this area covered. Please start by searching there.” He pointed to a corner where stacks of dusty bookshelves leaned against one another in ominous invitation.

Jin groaned, masking it with a blazing grin. “You’re looking for a magazine, right?” 

The entirety of Sariel’s annoyance flashed with a single eyebrow twitch. “A notebook. Red. With my handwriting.”

“Embarrassing diary entries from your youth, eh?”

“An accelerated course is necessary to bring Belle up to speed with Rhodolite’s governance,” Sariel explained soberly. “I thought it prudent to reference study plans I developed from Prince Leon’s early tutoring days. Why reinvent the wheel?”

It was just a joke. Jin raised his arms in surrender and waddled over to the shelves, each so full to bursting, grabbing one book might topple the entire configuration.

Where to begin? 

Behind looked most stable. Plus he could hide there and snooze. Hey, this was supposed to be break time.

Jin scooted into the shadows, but something already occupied his napping spot. Carefully, carefully, he pulled out a large, ornate frame.  From first glance it looked like a typical painting of the palace grounds—lush rosebushes clearly recognizable to any Rhodolitian visitor—with seven tiny figures scattered across. Boys. But closer inspection revealed more; the boys were not in fact original subjects of the painting but crudely pasted on, torn edges revealing glimpses of different origins. On top of it all, notable blots of ink were scribbled over the scene, as though someone had once left behind harsh criticisms of the work.

“No way!” Jin exclaimed, “I thought I lost this ages ago!”

“And I thought those pieces were pilfered ages ago,” Sariel called as he joined him.

“You never asked. I never told,” Jin said, studying the collage. Long ago, this attic was his preferred place to practice quill-usage in solitude. He reverently glided his fingers over the markings. A pair of dark gloves covered the twins’ interlocked hands. A wide smile cut across Chevalier’s stoic face. Tears welling in Clavis’s eyes replaced with glittering stars. Even Sariel’s fury melted at the doodles.

To a child, the attic is an escape to worlds beyond imagination. To an adult, it is a prison of memory.

“Someone’s missing,” Sariel commented.

“Well, Luke wasn’t around yet.”

“Yes. But I meant His Majesty.”

Jin inhaled. “He wouldn’t have fit. They don’t make portraits that small for kings,” he said.

“But you left a sizable gap in the middle there.”

“As if I’d remember my muse from that long ago?”

“As well as you remembered to discard your drafts, it seems.” Sariel approached the frame and plucked a loose paper sticking out from the corner. Jin reflexively snatched it from his hands.

“Oh my. Embarrassing doodles from your youth?” Sariel asked with glee.

“Yves just missed a page,” Jin said, stuffing it into his pocket. Sariel decided not to comment on how Jin accidentally revealed his lie. Nor how he spotted the unmistakable drawing of a dark-haired boy with glasses on that paper.

“Goodness, how time flies!” Sariel announced. “I can always create a new study plan—Prince Luke requires one regardless. And speaking of recreating things for Prince Luke…” he mused, one hand stroking his chin. “It would be short notice, but I don’t believe the royal painter would mind. And gathering the princes would be beneficial for Belle to interrogate you all at once.”

The attic was indeed a place to unearth memories. Sometimes it worked well to inspire new ones, too.

Jin beamed. “Fine, but you’re standing next to me. Got it?”

Ever helpful, Rio volunteered to organize the entire event. He swiftly located and invited the royal painter from the farthest edge of the kingdom, booked and gathered the princes in the ballroom (resolving any and all inter-factional scheduling and squabbling conflicts that arose), and gallantly escorted Belle to the venue all with such efficiency, the princes invited him to join in for the painting. Neither Jin nor Sariel protested when he perched himself between them bearing the biggest smile of the bunch.

And that’s my headcanon for the story behind the 1st anniversary group portrait :)

[solomons-poison]

Unpredictability

Chevalier Michel x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: OK I had to do just a little bit more with the Chev thoughts of having a daughter, connected to my headcanon post here, so just have this little slice of life thing. Papa Chevalier has a very special place in my heart ❤️

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fem reader, reader is the mother of Chev's daughter and queen of Rhodolite; just some sweet fluff mostly in Chevalier's perspective; Chev is likely OOC for a bit lol; not proofread~

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 2193

Chevalier had a knack for predictions. His perception had always been extraordinary, able to pick up the smallest of clues from his environment and the people around him to know what would happen next. It aided him in his development as a prince, working with his brothers to keep the kingdom running smoothly as his father’s health declined, and it helped him now that he was the king of that same kingdom. He was a monster on the battlefield, strategically taking down enemies with the ease of a beast, and was equally a monster in the courts, always knowing what information was needed where and who to deal with.

When it came to you, however, you were his blind spot.

No amount of strategy and foresight could have prepared him for the way your fates intertwined, or the way you captured his very heart in the palm of your hand. A younger Chevalier would have scoffed at such a notion, that he had the human emotion to even fall in love to begin with when he was most aptly labeled as the "Brutal Beast" by every possible noble in the court. But of course all it took was the wisdom and pure heart of Belle to look deep inside and find the truth. Looking back on the events leading up to the discovery of these feelings, once he met you, he realized it couldn't have gone any other way.

You managed to surprise him at every turn, with your unending love, your wisdom, your thoughtfulness and devotion. That's what made you fit to be his queen, someone that helped him bring out and connect with his human side. The day he married you was something he never could have dreamed of in a hundred years, and even much less so, the tiny babbling bundle you delivered into your lives a year later.

Now he watched as his tiny daughter, three years old and full of toddler mischief, ran through the rose gardens of the palace at alarming speed, eager to see you again after being separated during a diplomatic trip– and she wasn’t the only one that was eager. He could just make out the top of her head, her hair color the exact same as yours and bouncing along as she moved.

That was something he was thankful for, the way his daughter resembled you in so many ways. Her hair color, the shape of her face, even her personality and stubbornness was coming to resemble you too, and he had no doubt the similarities would continue as she grew older. She was also attached to books the same, though honestly he was just as much at fault for that as his queen. However, the one thing that differed was that she had inherited his eyes, a strong clear blue that somehow looked right into your soul.

The little princess was beginning to learn how to use those ice blue eyes to her advantage, much to his amusement. When something didn't go her way, she'd glare at whoever was responsible in no dissimilar way to his own until they cracked from the pressure. It was no end of stress to Sariel or his brothers, realizing there was a little Chev 2.0 in the making. She'd even turned that icy gaze onto him, too, managing to surprise him.

Anyone that looked at her knew immediately whose daughter it was, and something about that sentiment, creating this tiny human so clearly made up of his traits and yours together, warmed him up inside.

Getting lost in his reverie, he quickly lost sight of his small child and hastened his pace. The full bushes made it difficult to keep his eye on her, even with his keen eye and sense of danger, so outside excursions were often accompanied by extra help such as the servants or even Lucien on rare occasion. Thankfully, that wasn’t necessary today as you were the one waiting at the end of their journey through the garden, and the thick foliage made the path clear, leading up to a gazebo.

Just as the image of your face came to mind, he could hear a loud exclamation from up ahead, and turned a corner in time to watch his daughter run into your waiting arms.

“Mama!”

You couldn’t help but grunt from the force with which you were tackled, but your arms wrapped around your daughter as she gripped you tightly.

“Hi, my love! I've missed you,” you said, pulling back to kiss the top of her head. You noticed the missing presence of your husband, glancing around before looking back at your child. “I’m so happy to see you again. Where’s your papa at, can you tell me?”

“Papa is slow,” your daughter mumbled, the excitement of seeing you lost already as she caught sight of the butterflies flitting about from bloom to bloom behind you.

Her wording made you giggle against your better judgment. Your husband could be described as many things, but you were certain the word “slow” was not one of them. But almost as if summoned, his platinum blond head came into view over the bountiful rose bushes, and it was as if all was suddenly right with the world— even if he did have a slight frown on his face.

“Little rabbit, I’ve told you not to run ahead in the gardens,” he sighed, entering the gazebo and patting his daughter’s head roughly. Instantly, her attention turned back to him, two pairs of ocean blue eyes meeting briefly before she looked away.

“‘M sorry, papa, I won’t do it again,” she replied, reaching out to hug his leg, gripping the fabric of his pants with tiny hands. Anyone else that saw this scene would expect the King to be cold and unfeeling in response, but instead he sighed, patting her hair awkwardly without a word.

You watched all this quietly, unable to fight the smile that made its way onto your face. The method of his comforting reminded you much of the early days of your relationship in which he did the same, unsure how to touch you or perhaps even afraid to hurt you. Chevalier may have been called the Brutal Beast for his actions, but he was really more of a beast for the way he was unused to loving human touch.

Over time, he’d eventually grown better and more confident with touching you, a way to express his unending love for you that he couldn’t express with his serious and less-than-romantic words. But it all seemed to revert the moment your daughter was born.

You remembered the very first time he had held her. All his brothers and the palace physician had waited with bated breath, and it was clear in Chevalier’s expression that he had his own reservations about what he was about to do. How could hands used for killing, hands used for exterminating the threats to the kingdom and defending the borders, possibly be suitable for holding that of his small, innocent child? The moment his daughter was placed in his arms, his discomfort was extremely clear –to you, at least– arms frozen stiff in an attempt to be gentle to the tiny creature he'd been entrusted with. But it was this same discomfort and worried reaction that showed you just how much he actually cared about her, and about you, too.

The memory brought a smile to your face, which was met by a strong, familiar poke to the forehead.

“Do not let your head get caught in the clouds, Rabbit,” Chevalier said. His voice was chastising, but the smirk gracing his lips was soft, sweet, making your heart thump.

Chevalier caught sight of one of his brothers out of the corner of his eye, a familiar flop of lilac hair waiting just beyond an ivy-covered arch by the gazebo. It reminded him how, as his daughter grew and came to differentiate his brothers, an unfortunate attachment had grown to a particular somebody. Much to his dismay, his daughter seemed to like her uncle Clavis the most, often shouting his name and using her stubby legs to seek him out when she could, and the feeling was mutual with the resident troublemaker. And Clavis delighted in this fact, often rubbing that in his older brother’s face and using it as an excuse to irritate him at every turn.

But today, Chevalier would use it to his advantage if it meant having you to himself, at least for a little bit. He knelt down to eye level with his child, peering into her familiar ice blue eyes.

“Little rabbit, I want to speak to your mother,” he said. He turned in the direction of his brother, pointing to direct his daughter’s attention in the same direction as well. “Why don’t you go see your uncle Clavis? He’s waiting for you in the gardens.”

His daughter’s eyes widened to a comical size, filled with excitement. Her head whipped around to search, despite Chevalier’s finger pointing the way, but thankfully, Clavis was accompanied by his trusty attendant, Cyran, who popped his head out at the perfect time to catch her attention. His shock of red hair made him look like a human rose, against the background of the gardens.

A shrill shriek filled the air, causing you and Chevalier to wince simultaneously. “Unca Cwavis and Cyan!” Your daughter was still having trouble pronouncing her L’s and R’s, but the men didn't mind. Chevalier watched as his daughter shot forward, “Cyan” quickly bowing to Chevalier in greeting before catching the girl in his arms. As he watched the two leave, he felt an arm slip through his and turned to look at you.

“I’ve missed you too, King Chevalier. I’m so glad to see you look okay,” you said, your relief evident in your smile. “How was everything during the visit? Did everything go alright?”

Chevalier huffed at your questions. “Would I have returned so soon if things did not go well?”

Your face scrunched up for a moment, but you were used to Chevalier’s sass.

“I know, but I’m still allowed to worry about you,” you said, leading Chevalier over to a bench in the gazebo. “The people of Rhodolite know now what a kind King you are, but I can’t say the same about people in other countries. And I know you’re capable of handling many things, but I still don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll always wish for your safety and good health, can’t I wish that for my own husband?”

Chevalier took a moment to look at your face, eyes following the curve of your eyebrows and lips, the shape of your nose and jaw, all features he had long since memorized. Finally, he simply snorted, reaching a hand up to poke your forehead again as a smile made its way onto his lips.

“That is awfully sentimental, and also unnecessary,” he said. “I am not so weak as to be felled so easily. I will always return to my Rabbit in the end, so long as you wish to wait for me.”

Now who’s being sentimental? You didn’t dare say that to his face, although the caution was unnecessary, given the way he was always able to read your thoughts based on your expressions alone. His smile turned teasing, clearly knowing what you were thinking, but he didn’t comment further on it.

“Now, I believe you’re forgetting something,” he said expectantly.

He watched as your head tilted in confusion. The gears were clearly turning in your head to determine what he was waiting for, but it only took a moment for understanding to dawn on your face, your lips curving up into a warm smile.

“Welcome home, Chevalier,” you said, stretching up to place a soft kiss to his cheek.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he returned the kiss to your lips, the taste of home filling his senses. He didn’t speak further, but he didn’t have to. Every ounce of his love was put into his kisses, and you gladly accepted it all.

Neither of you could have ever predicted being here, Chevalier least of all. His life had become a fairy tale on par with the romance books he enjoyed reading but never totally understood. No amount of strict noble education, military strategy, or the annoying words of a certain foolish brother could have told him that a future like this was possible. But as he held you close under cover of the gazebo, happy to finally have you in his arms once again, he realized he was okay with that. You came into his life in a whirlwind of drama and intrigue, turning his expectations around and introducing him to so many unfamiliar things and feelings, like fatherhood, yearning, and love. It wore on him, at times, not being able to see where his future was heading thanks to all the new things he was experiencing by your side. However, so long as it was with you, Chevalier supposed he was okay with a little bit of unpredictability.

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[rjthirsty]

Clavis Exhibitionism

Words: 2.1k

Tags: College AU, Sound Exhibitionism, Female Reader - Insert, PIV Sex, Creampie, Kinktober2024

“Perhaps we should be indulging in each other somewhere else.” Clavis offered as you snuck into his dorm room again.

Your very affectionate, very passionate, and very horny boyfriend somehow scored the room at the end of the hall, next to a fire exit that he'd let you in through, and the two of you had been making the most of it. To say you were fucking like rabbits was not far off. Every time you visited him you both ended up with your clothes stripped off, and utterly exhausted and pleasantly sore afterwards. Clavis had stamina for days. And you'd never been so taken care of before. 

“Wait, somewhere else? Why?” You went through the normal routine of removing your shoes and dropping onto his bed.

“The shifty fellow next door has made it clear he is aware of our activities.” Clavis shot a disapproving look at the wall he shared with his neighbor. 

That was quite the sentence. A multitude of emotions and thoughts simultaneously sprouted causing your jaw to drop and eyes to go wide as you turned to also look at the wall Clavis was frowning at. Your eyes darted back to Clavis and a surprised chuckle bubbled out from you as you tried not to grin too big. “You mean he can hear us?” You asked, stage whispering because now you're a little self conscious about being too loud.

“Apparently.” Clavis frowned deeper.

You bit your bottom lip, fingers covering your mouth as you touched your fingertips just above the peak of your top lip. It was shocking and delicious and kind of exciting and oh so very wrong, but incredibly bold for him to have said anything. “He's not going to snitch, right?”

“Oh, no. I don't believe that's the case.” Clavis answered, his golden gaze finally coming back to you. 

“Did he say what he heard?” Once again you bit your bottom lip, a devilish smile threatening to take over. 

“You're surprisingly inquisitive about this. Are you interested in that sort of thing?”

You set your palms on the mattress and give a small shrug with a playful head tilt, allowing the grin you've been trying to hold down to finally freely form. “And what if I am?”

Clavis’ lips quirked up in a teasing smirk. “Is that so~?”

He swept across his small bedroom to kneel in front of you, his low bed putting the both of you at nearly the same height. His fingers ghosted along the back of your ankles, sliding up your calves with the pressure of his touch increasing as he moved up your legs. “And here I thought you were an innocent one.”

You can't help but chuckle at his musing on your innocence. You were anything but. “We've all got something that excites us.”

Clavis’ hands pushed up your thighs, crossing onto your shorts where he hooked his fingers in the waistband. Eager for what was to come, you leaned back on his bed, resting on your elbows so you could lift your ass as he pulled your shorts and underwear free at the same time. He spread your legs and edged closer so he could sit between them. His fingers gripped your thighs, he had always loved your legs.

“What about you, Clavis? Doesn't the thought turn you on?” You rocked your hips from side to side, gently rolling your sex in front of him teasingly. “To know that despite our best efforts to keep me quiet, he can still hear how you make me moan. How many times have you had to cover my mouth because I couldn't think to do it myself? How many sounds did I bite down? All so we wouldn't get caught.”

His cock was steadily growing more stiff the more you spoke, and you were becoming more wet. You liked when he shushed you. You liked the thrill of being caught while he was fucking you senseless, how he had to kiss anywhere else but your mouth because to let your voice out would be the end of the fun you two had.

Clavis’ lips warmed your inner thigh. His hands gently caressed your naked legs. When he spoke, you could feel his mouth on your skin. “When you put it like that, it's almost flattering.”

“Mmhmm.” Your teeth toyed with your bottom lip. He was being a tease tonight. “And he's over there, getting turned on by us. But now how about I get the chance to moan your name? Can you imagine how sweet it would be to hear your name on my lips. He'd know how good you make me feel. He'd hear how often you were buried deep inside me. How many times you'd make me cum.”

Clavis slowly kissed up your inner thigh as you spoke. His tongue touched before lips met your leg, creeping ever closer to your waiting cunt. An appreciative groan came from him as an answer to your fantasy put into words.

“Let's make him wish he were you. Let's be noisy for once. Just this time. Let's make him envious. He could never have the real thing because I'm yours and you're the only one that can fuck me so good. Ah–” You gasped as Clavis finally reached your pussy, drawing a long lick between your folds. He repeated those delicious licks, wetting your clit by swirling his tongue around it. “Haah… nghn, Clavis.”

He moaned and the reverberation of his voice buzzed your sensitive bud. His lips puckered around it and he sucked your clit into a kiss. Fuck, he was so good with his tongue. He flicked the tip, caressed with flat licks, and varied the pressure as he played with your pussy. You could feel yourself leaking as your wetness dripped down your perineum.

Quiet keening leaked out of you. You were allowing yourself to make your enjoyment known, but still didn't want to get too loud. One neighbor knowing was fine. The whole hallway was not. Shifting, you brought your hand above your head and knocked purposefully against the shared wall. Clavis huffed mid-lick, his chuckle feeling foreign but decadent as he hummed before he spoke. “What a naughty vixen you are.”

“Uhnn--Clavis,” you moaned, his tongue circling your entrance. You wanted the guy next door to hear you call your lover's name. Imagining him pressing his ear against the wall to be certain he heard your moans thrilled you in a way you'd never experienced before.

The build up when Clavis used his mouth was always wonderful, but if you really wanted to scream you needed his cock inside you. “Mmmmn, Clavis?” You threaded your fingers through his hair. “Fuck me? Please?”

Clavis lifted his head to look at you, his golden eyes smoldering with lust. “Already? Impatient today? Or is it that you can't bear to be empty of me?”

He scrubbed a hand over his mouth to wipe your fluids from his face and worked his belt and pants loose. You crawled around the bed, turning so you were in it properly instead of short-wise how the two of you started. Knees bent, feet planted on the mattress, fingers fondling your stiff clit and the bundle of nerves that ran under the skin there, you licked your lips in anticipation as Clavis positioned himself between your knees.

“Fill me up.” You whispered seductively as you spread your labia and legs wider for him to fit.

Clavis sank into you. You were so wet he didn't need any additional strokes to bury himself fully in your cunt. He filled you and you pulsated around his cock. “Oh fuck, oh God, haaahnngh– Clavis!”

Your voice must have sparked something in him, because he gave you no time to adjust, pumping into you right away. His cock pushed into your cunt, rubbing your walls that were still trying to manage his size while also flexing around him. Ah, he felt so good, so hard. You loved to feel him bare inside you. 

Clavis scooped up your ankles, one at a time, setting your knees on his shoulders, kissing the inside of your leg as he put each one into place. Your pussy squeezed him tighter with your legs pressed together rather than spread wide around his hips. He loved the way you felt, too. The way your folds slid against his dick, the way your inner walls fluttered around him and how you felt where his tip rubbed your insides.

A moan escaped you, low and drawn out as he adjusted to push you into a mating press. His cock going even deeper and nudging against that sweet spot that made your eyes roll back. One of his hands grabbed your hip, as if to hold you in place as he pumped faster and pounded harder. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, leaving marks that wouldn’t bruise but would stay red for some time to come.

Instinctively, you went to cover your mouth, but remembering that you intended to put on a show for Clavis’ neighbor, you instead bit your knuckle as you let your squeaks and gasps pass through clenched teeth. Clavis was more enthusiastic than usual, his hips slapping against your ass, literally pounding the sounds out of your throat with every thrust, his weight rocking you and the bed.

Your fingers on your free hand dug into the comforter. You were close, the pressure in your belly growing tighter and tighter. Spreading your legs to drop them from Clavis’ shoulders, you opened your hips for him and felt him sink that last half-inch from nothing padding between your hips and his. His cock bottomed out, his pelvis completely flush with yours. Just a little longer and you’d be coming, you were so. Very. Close.

The noises you were making must have clued him in because after a few thrusts as deep as he could reach, Clavis ground his sex against yours, churning his cock inside you. The way his pubis mons rubbed against your clit while his dick rubbed you from the inside was exactly what you needed.

The stimulation sent the pressure bursting inside you. It snapped, cracking like a whip to the back of your skull. You might have been whimpering and keening before, but now you let out full blown moans that you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. Every breath, every exhale had you loudly crying out as your cunt spasmed and clenched again and again while Clavis refused to relent, continuing to stimulate you and draw your orgasm out.

He rode through it, enjoying the way you squeezed and milked him. Dropping down to press kiss after kiss against your parted lips, he resumed rocking into you once you finally regained the ability to control your voice again. He hadn’t yet finished, and from the way he was stroking himself with your pussy, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Clavis always slowed down right before coming, like he needed to draw out the feeling of you on his cock.

“Mmmmmn. Haaaah.” You allowed yourself to make pleasurable sounds, feeling every part of his dick rubbing against your sensitive insides. Unintentionally, your cunt clenched, perhaps you liked to hear yourself too? You had never really considered it before. “Nnngh, Clavis.”

As his name passed your lips, Clavis bucked into you. Without pulling out, he thrust against you again, and then a third time, trying to bury himself deeper, his biological need to pour his seed as deep as he can taking over.

“Oh fuck–nnngh!” You couldn’t feel his seed spilling inside you, but the way his cock throbbed, and the way his hips connected with yours was telling enough. And damn! It felt so good to have him thrusting so deeply, unable to pull himself free of his instincts. Like your sexes were communicating, you couldn’t help as your pussy spasmed in response to his cock pulsating inside you. 

Clavis cuddled against you on top of you, and you brushed your fingers through his hair. It wouldn’t take him long to be ready to go again, his cock rarely ever got soft once it was hard. The both of you took your time to catch your breath, nuzzling in the warmth of each other and the heat you had generated. Your lips connected, and wet kisses were shared between the both of you. His tongue sought yours and you matched his enthusiasm.

Clavis’ hands began to wander over your body, groping all the places he hadn’t had a chance to, yet. Then an uncommon sound came from the wall shared with the neighboring room. A purposeful knock. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Your jaw dropped and Clavis’ eyes went wide before you both erupted into laughter.

“What do you say we give him another round to listen to?” You giggled, fingers trailing over Clavis’ lower back.

“Only if you make those same sounds, again. You sang beautifully.” Clavis shifted, covering your mouth with his and coaxing a low moan out of your throat.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

The Littlest Lelouch

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

Rating: pg13 (?)

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

WC: 1,296

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[omkookie]

♡ Waking him up ♡

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, somnophilia, oral. / Old draft. Not proofread 🩷

You watch him sleep, his face peaceful while he’s in slumber. His chest rises and falls rhythmically. You approach the bed and sit beside him, making the mattress dip under your weight. You wave your hand lightly before his face, and listen for any changes in his steady breathing.

He's indeed asleep.

He’s wearing a simple white shirt with gray boxers, and you peel the covers off of him further, revealing the rest of his body. He doesn’t react to you pulling his covers off even as the chill night air hits his skin. he remains sleeping peacefully.

He’s still lost in dreamland, even as your hand runs up his legs, and your fingers make their way into his boxers’ waistband. You tug them down his legs, and stare at his cock. You stroke it gently, hearing his breath hitch before it evens out again.

You rub his cock, focusing on his frenulum before you stroke him, resorting to stroking his cock gently, at a steady pace.

He shudders, his hips somewhat shaking as you continue to stroke him.

The room is dim, with barely any light seeping in through the gaps of the curtains, which are covering the moonlit windows, and as he opens his eyes groggily, he barely makes out your figure. He only feels you stroking his cock.

“Mhmm…” He moans quietly, closing his eyes again in content.

You peer at his sleepy face, Then lean down to press a sweet kiss against his lips. “I love you” He whispers, his voice sounding raspy, and making you smile as you look down at him.

He looked so cute. Tired, sleepy and defenseless… Allowing himself to be vulnerable before you. Your heart swells with affection for him all over again whenever you look at him like this.

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around your as you stroke him, and you tighten your grip around him. “I fell asleep…again” His voice comes out hoarse, “You did, But, I’m glad you’re taking rest.” You tell him, your second hand coming down to massage his balls.

“Mm…I didn’t want to fall asleep though..”

You give him a second kiss, and he opens his eyes to sleepily look at you, a tired smile forming on his face.

“Go faster”

You do as he says, and he lets out a pleased sigh.

“Fuck…” He whispers.

You lean down and tease his cock with your tongue, giving it little kitten licks while looking up at your lover to cheekily smile at him.

“Okay…” He chuckles, a small laugh rumbling through his chest. “You’re eager to finish me off.. When did you even start stroking me?”

“A short bit ago.” You answer before you take him into your mouth, and his hips tremble when he feels your lips wrap around his cock. “Oh…”

“Mhm.” You bob your head, making sure to drag your tongue along his shaft the way he likes you to, and you watch as a blush coats his cheeks, his face looking flustered even in the darkness.

“I’m going to cum…” He lets you know, His palm resting on your head to pet you, and you continue your ministrations on his cock, until his hips eventually buck into your mouth and he spills his cum on your tongue. A low moan escapes him, and you swallow his cum, making sure to continue giving his cock little licks, as well as a few strokes after he finishes.

“Fuck, that’s enough… I’m too sensitive.”

He tells you, making you finally stop and let his cock go.

He pulls you towards him by your hand, and you lean down to press your lips against his for a kiss.

“I love you”

[aquagirl1978]

I think now I just may take you up on that offer after the week I have had! (If it still stands)

How would Chevalier act with a s/o who has had a challenging couple of weeks, im talking it’s just one bad thing after the other and she’s left burnt out and in need of some real tlc and comfort!!

- med anon 🚑

I am so sorry this took me so long - summer has not been easy on me. I tried something a bit different, a mix of headcanons and a short drabble. I hope you've had a relaxing and calm summer, and good luck with the new school year.

It's the little things he does that truly show just how much he cares.

He doesn't need to hear the words come out of your mouth; your emotions are written all over your face.

He knows how dedicated you are to being the absolute best that you can be, and he is in awe of the person you have become.

But he also knows that you are stubborn to a fault, and that you would rather work yourself to the point of exhaustion than admit you need a break.

Leaving it in his hands to gauge when you need the quiet affection that only he can provide to you.

Chevalier pushed open the door to the bedroom and found you sitting up in bed, a book opened on your lap. He could tell had just gotten into bed - your hair was still pinned up. But you took the time to change into one of his plain shirts.

Chevalier smirked; as adorable as you looked wearing his clothes, he preferred it when you weren't wearing anything to bed.

He closed the door with a soft click and you didn't look up. As he approached the bed, the closer he got, the more aware he became of the frustration etched on your face. Your lids were heavy as you appeared to re-read the same page over and over again.

You were clearly exhausted to the point of being overtired. And yet, you were forcing yourself to stay awake - for him.

My fool, he thought to himself. His lips formed in a slight frown, he extended his hand and gently flicked your forehead with his finger.

"Ow!" you yelped, rubbing your forehead. Looking up, you found a rather stern looking Chevalier staring back at you.

"Had I wanted you to stay up late waiting for me, I would have kept you in my office," he said with a wicked smirk.

"I stopped by Sariel's office before coming here..." you replied quietly.

Chevalier closed his eyes and sighed loudly before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Instinctively, you moved over, making room for him to sit next to you. He pulled you onto his lap, and with his thumb, tilted your face to meet his. At this close distance, it was easy to see the dark circles under your eyes, the result of numerous restless nights.

"I appreciate your efforts and your dedication to your duties." He spoke softly as he cupped your cheek in his palm, his touch warm and comforting. "But not at the expense of your well-being."

Clumsily, he pulled you into his arms, holding your head close to his heart. He began to unpin your hair, his long fingers weaving through your loose locks. When he was finished, he lay in the bed, your face nuzzled against his chest.

"I know this week was hard for you, but you can hold your head that you got through it." He placed a reverent kiss upon your forehead, while stroking your hair with his hand. "Next week will be easier."

He felt your breathing slow and knew you were close to sleep. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, promising a late morning spent together tomorrow.

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[xxsycamore]

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝟔𝟗

↬ 📜 The Belle Covenant, Clause 69: "A just king ought to give his country as much as he takes. Belle is to oversee his equal sharing, for he must learn to treat his country the way he treats a lover." Emma initiates 69 with each prince. You know, for political reasons.

Leon x Emma; Chevalier x Emma; Yves x Emma; Nokto x Emma; Licht x Emma; Jin x Emma; Clavis x Emma; Luke x Emma • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: 69 (Sex Position); Oral Sex; Rough Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Bathroom Sex; Gentle Sex; Rough Sex; Deepthroating; Blow Jobs; Face-Sitting; Multiple Orgasms; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex • wordcount: 2,241 • masterlist

a/n: Welcome to my personal kinktober challenge, Visions of Temptation 2022 - that's right, last year's one. You can find the new one, Visions of Temptation 2023, here. DAY 1: ORAL SEX | SIXTY-NINE

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The Belle Covenant, Clause 69:

"A just king ought to give his country as much as he takes. Belle is to oversee his equal sharing, for he must learn to treat his country the way he treats a lover."

"Now, Prince Leon, let's see if you're more of a taker or a giver…"

Propped up on his elbows on the bed, Leon had just told Emma he's hers to play with. He's so casual as ever, always there for her, ready to give a shoulder where she needs it. From how well they clicked it was bound to happen sooner or later, ending up in the same bed. Seeing Emma turn around and straddle his torso, Leon is pretty sure she's taking him for a ride.

Until she gets all comfortable with his cock in her mouth, retaining this position.

Now, Leon is not the one to idly sit and be pleased by someone without returning the gesture. It just doesn't sit right with him, when all it takes is a swift maneuver and Emma's leaking pussy would be right in front of his face and ready to be ravished.

The vigor with which Leon swirls his skilled tongue inside her depths can only be rivaled by the way hers wraps around the girth of his cock, tracing the delicious vein that protrudes on its side. She switches for teasing the slit of his tip, and Leon groans; the pleasure ricocheting right back to her core in the form of a sultry vibration.

"Suck it harder. Damn it, Emma, just like that… I'm going to cum, Emma. Cum with me."

They're locked in this loop of giving and taking all the way until their mutual peak hits. Hard.

Leon surely is a master of this trade, in addition to guiding her and praising her. She hums in bliss and takes a mental note of his skills, for future reference.

Chevalier is a tough nut to crack. First, he needs a good reason to cooperate regarding any of the clauses in the list. Why would he care? Second, he needs a good reason to comply specifically with the absurdish idea that Emma poses about 'testing his justness'. So she gets a little creative and a little mischievous, and gives him the necessary push.

In a little game of (big) cat and mouse, Emma jumps from the sofa to the bed before Chevalier can put his claws on her. Backed against the headboard of the bed, she has nowhere to escape, but the book that started it all remains in a secure hold against her chest.

"I'll give you your precious book back if you give me something in return. Or does the mighty future king of Rhodolite not see it fit to give in order to take?"

"The 'mighty future king of Rhodolite' doesn't fancy anyone touching his property with their dirty little hands," He looms in closer, caging Emma's body with his own, knowingly intimidating her, "And he has nothing to negotiate with thieves."

The book is snatched from her hands without much fight, and Emma sinks further down the headboard in defeat. The wise thing to do would be to retreat and rethink her strategy - and definitely not to try and seduce an angry Chevalier by letting out an accidental whine while she's still trapped sprawled beneath him in his lair.

Chevalier remains there, only raising an eyebrow - he shouldn't be too surprised by her open provocations at this point, but it's like he senses something genuine in her supposed act.

"You're hopeless, simpleton."

A sequence of Emma's half-spoken questions and puzzled sounds is merely background noise to the rapidly changing pace of events, as the big cat in front of her lies down and turns on his back. It's not exactly the equivalent of it trustingly showing its belly for rubs.

Emma's slightly trembling legs are gotten a secure hold of, as Chevalier drags her closer and on top of him - almost trying to be gentle but failing - until she's practically straddling his face.

Her pulse quickens rapidly as if she's been granted a throne she is unworthy of.

Just for tonight, she shuts her eyes and accepts the empowering pleasure it entails.

Sucking on her aroused nub until she sees stars, he almost makes her forget the idea behind this ordeal, until she has to remind herself about working for his pleasure too. Chevalier almost doesn't let her - at first, she thinks it's an additional dragging on of things for him, a bother. Once he lets her play with his intimidatingly big cock, though, it proves to be something different. The prideful second prince catches up with her heightened arousal shockingly quickly. His ministrations become sloppier. Such an exchange of pleasure, Emma concludes, is unfamiliar to him. He masks it very well - because by the time she reaches her own orgasm, it feels euphoric. He gave her a lot, and he took a lot, too.

Yves is almost too pretty right now. Emma laments not having him eat her out in a pose where she can watch his pretty face, his perfect features pressed into her cunt, his cute little nose squished against her clit.

His cupid's bow kissing her glistering, swollen pussy lips.

Yves maneuvers his frame swiftly over her body, just-bathed porcelain skin smelling of expensive oils and silky-to-the-touch caresses ghosting over Emma's equally cared-for body, as they shared intimacies in the bath beforehand. 

Their exchange of pleasure is harmonic; voices joining together in a melody as they moan, aromas entangling in the air and delicate sensations as they roll in the clean, luxurious bedsheets. Yves softly guides Emma's body sideways before laying down the opposite way, muscles relaxing all over, safe for the ones of their sexes which are maddeningly pulsing in a chase towards a mutual peak.

Yves' love would trick you with tasting rigid demand coated with egoism; then reminiscent of a dessert with soft-crème heart, upon a bolder bite you'll discover what having your senses spoiled really feels like.

From someone with a mouth as big as Nokto's, Emma expects nothing but a big performance to come. She's in for a little more than she bargained for, she finds out as soon as her world turns upside down.

Looking at Emma now, Nokto connects the dots rather quickly as to why she's suddenly feeling coquettish like that - lounging on his couch whenever he's around is one thing, but getting so comfy that she's basically dangling her legs over the backrest, her best bedroom eyes following Nokto upside-down… He wonders if his antics are rubbing off her, or if she's giving him a taste of his own medicine. Hands folded casually on her belly, she finally poses the question that's been hanging heavily in the air, while Nokto dresses himself for another night out. It's now or never.

Emma is suddenly the fox's appetizer when he leans down and buries his face between her legs, the hem of her dress conveniently ridden up on her waist as if to clear his way. 

She's never before given a blowjob upside-down but she likes a challenge. Nokto's crouch is right there in front of her face, so she makes quick work of his belt that he hasn't even fastened all the way earlier during his preparations for going out. It works out surprisingly well, a quick and explosively pleasurable deal sealed with a gush of fluid on their tongues.

Nokto works swiftly when there is gain for him, and surprisingly plays fair, too.

Like the carnivore he is deep inside, Licht loves taking his pray to his den. His room is mostly veiled in darkness and Emma's eyes are not well-adjusted to it by the time Licht begins ravishing her, but there is no fear in her heart. His tonguing on her heated core is calculated and it's nothing greater than what her body can take - and it comes naturally to her to want to give him something in return.

They're in no hurry, taking turns pleasuring each other, usually one being breathless and halting ministrations because of those of the other party. Emma feels shy being so vocal with a partner that only occasionally grunts every now and then. His giving is silent but evident and abundant, and she feels like putty in his strong hands. Licht takes long sweeps of his tongue on her sex, dragging her whole body back and forth with the impact, not caring that the bobbing of Emma's head turns sloppier. Once he releases his pent-up desire whole in her mouth, he tells her to spit if she wants - and feels his blood rushing forth hotly when she doesn't. In the much-appreciated post-sex cuddles session afterward, Emma catches a glimpse of a smile and dozes off contently.

Everything Emma learned about Jin's sex life, she learned against her will. Though it would be a lie if she said she wasn't once curious whether the rumors were true.

Her observations so far are that as many women the first prince has taken to bed, he is in the habit of behaving like he hasn't been with one in ages. Paying attention to every naked millimeter of her skin, Jin's hands never stop roaming, pleasuring, loving. He also eats her out as if he hasn't put food in his mouth for decades, she notices - a deep masculine grunt leaving his throat at the first taste of her hot juices on his tongue. He is a big boy who doesn't mind getting dirty, and that might be the best thing about him, as much as Emma refuses to admit. His technique is worked to perfection - the youthfully needy opening act serving just to trick her. It's funny how she attempted to blow him first and then turn it into a hot sixty-nine from there, when in reality he was the one to initiate that. Jin always struck her as the person who likes to sit back in his seat, one hand propping up his chin, one on her head, as he's been serviced. But he is a giver, a damn good giver.

Emma doesn't know why she had expectations of Clavis doing this straightforwardly and fairly, when he's already a well-known menace outside the bedroom. Being naked and open for his cruel teasings, for the touch of those wicked fingers that aim to irritate and to never satisfy, it drives her crazy. Clavis demands to be the one touching her and not the other way around - after all, there are so many ways to play with a bunny like Emma, why limit themselves to some boring position? Clavis has Emma climaxing twice on his fingers before he finally allows her to return some of the pleasure, guiding his flushed tip past her thoroughly kissed and swollen lips. She then understands - for all Clavis is worth, he's prone to becoming an absolute mess once pleasured. The little delicious gasp falling from his beautiful curved lips soon turns into a hearty moan, laced with desperateness and lust as he pushes Emma's head to urge her to take more of his cock inside her tight, warm throat. His little plan of turning her into a pliant, overstimulated pile of limbs is unsuccessful when he possesses a voice so erotic it sees her hunger awaking once again, head full of thoughts about riding him until sunrise. In addition, Clavis seems to enjoy the rougher manner of Emma seating her dripping cunt directly on his face, leaving him almost no room to breathe. Maybe riling her up was all in favor of receiving her harsh command of "Shut up already and pleasure me properly!"

The chances of coming with the upper hand when bargaining with Clavis are low, but the headaches are always worth it in the end.

Luke should have been the gentle giant who lets Emma catch a breather even in moments of burning lust. That's how she always imagined him to be with a lover - barely-there touches exchanged between relaxed sighs, lying down in some secluded napping spot that would once again serve its true purpose once every last drop of pleasure is squeezed out of their bodies.

Well. While it does sound good enough to Emma, she wouldn't trade her current position for anything in the world.

Adrenaline rushing all through her body, Emma's heart is about to leap out of her chest with the sheer lasciviousness of how Luke has her right now.

Someone as tall and strong as him, she should've prepared herself to be putty in his hands. To be folded in positions she couldn't paint with her imagination… or, like right now, to be picked up with her ass up and held in the air as Luke shamelessly devours her cunt.

With pleasure rendering her silly, she can't possibly hold back from attempting to suck his cock while in this position, even if its massiveness in its full erect glory intimidated her at first. For the timid, vanilla experience she expected, fucking like animals is the last thing she saw coming from Luke - and she suddenly finds himself at his mercy as he has complete control over her body.

The aftercare is more reminiscent of her initial thoughts, and coming down from her high never felt better. Once you awaken the slumbering monster inside the youngest prince of Rhodolite, you're in for more than you bargained for.

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