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norel-ravenclaw · 4 days
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The Ikepri routes as dark, twisted fairytales~
- Part 2 -
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Fandom: Ikemen Prince Otome game
Featured characters: Matthias, Azel, & Kagari
Genre: Dark, angsty fairytale romance
Rating: 12+
WARNINGS: | mxw | kidnapping | religion and human god |
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Matthias - Swan Lake
In a cold land of strict order, the judge prince discriminates against none when justice is demanded, and thus a well-meaning girl is cursed. While in his mind he creates the perfect version of the woman he desires - his Odile - the very real woman he condemned endeavours to get close to him. Reality and fantasy collide, peace is abraded by unfeeling justice. Only true love can break the curse - by stopping him from casting his deluding spells over and over again.
Azel - El Dorado
A fantastical world of gold, palaces & temples, priceless treasures, and tradition can be ruled by only one type of being: a god. A charmed life - countless offerings of jewels, exotic rarities, and spices, fawning servants and obsessive subjects. However, godly duties come with a heavy weight. Even a god may find themself wishing to be human. Perhaps a clever woman disbelieving in magic could be the key to escaping the suffocating world of deity, and show the worth of things not gilded in gold. The only one whose worship may be truly welcomed.
Kagari - Peter Pan
An island kingdom divided - domains of water, mountains, jungles, and ancient tradition held in precarious balance. Lost boys find themselves spending their days climbing trees and fighting pirates. Their prince finds himself envious and resenting towards the simple, happy lives of people far away. He wants someone to stroke his hair and tell him stories. What use is stealing ships, learning bell codes, or viewing the island from the top of the world… without your first mate. Maybe that wicked pirate is on to something by capturing a Princess to get what he wants…
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IkeVil version coming soon!
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norel-ravenclaw · 4 days
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EDIT: Part 2 is done! Help decide for IkeVil! Or, you know, the arranged marriage AU if that is more exciting 😆
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norel-ravenclaw · 10 days
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Rio and clavis and Keith and Keith and Chevalier could fix my mental health, please boys fix me, I'm done fixing you, you need to fix me
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norel-ravenclaw · 17 days
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Hi💖
I don’t know if your springtime event for smut is still open.
If it is can you do Jin from Ikepri with
“I think you lost your underwear somewhere” where it’s the morning after but they go again
Straight smut
Also if the event is still open
How many requests can we ask?
Also if the requests are closed please let me know
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Oh this was the perfect prompt for Jin! It was definitely fun to write. Thank you for the request and for enjoying my stories! I hope you like this one too!
Smut Is In The Air Event
Suitor: ikepri Jin
Prompt: "I think you lost your underwear somewhere."
NSFW 18+ content
Morning Light
I woke up, the sun streaming in through the open windows, the white curtains billowing in the breeze…and the warm hard body of a certain handsome prince next to me. The sheets were a tangled mess around us, our clothes from the previous night scattered on the floor in a trail from the door to the bed.
I warmed as I thought back to last night and how I ended up here…in Jin’s room. I still couldn’t believe I had let myself get caught up like that. I had told myself that I could ignore my feelings… but I couldn’t. I got swept away in the moment and allowed myself to have this night with him. I guess I should be happy that I even had that much with him.
I took a deep breath before rolling myself out of bed. I hoped I could make it out of the room before Jin woke up. Then…knowing his rule that he never sleeps with the same woman twice… well hopefully we would be able to find a way to pretend this never happened and life could somehow be normal again. Or at least as normal as it could be considering everything.
I kept a sheet around me as I scrambled about the room, looking for my discarded clothes. It was hard to find as they were mixed up with Jin’s all about the room. We’d stopped at a desk at one point…a couch at another…up against a wall before finally making it to the bed.
I had managed to find all of my clothes and was holding them in my arms close to my chest…well everything except for my underwear. I just had to find it before Jin woke up so I could get out of here.
“I think you lost your underwear somewhere.”
I turned around, still clutching my clothes to my chest even as I held the sheet protectively around my body. Jin was lying in the bed, his elbow bent with his head resting in his hand, a rather mischievous look in his eyes.
I gasped. “Oh…you’re awake…”
“Were you trying to sneak out on me, Belle?” Jin asked, giving me a sexy smirk.
“I just thought…”
“Come back to bed.” Jin said, holding out a hand and beckoning me to come back to bed.
“I…I thought this was a one time thing…and I thought…” I stammered, still standing frozen in place.
“You really think I would do that to you?” Jin asked.
My breath caught in my throat. “But you said…”
Jin was getting up from the bed, not even bothering to try and cover himself with the remaining sheet. He walked over to me, standing directly in front of me, completely naked. His large hand came to rest on my cheek, his calloused fingers gently caressing me. “Emma, it’s different with you.” He said. “After spending last night with you…I know I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t pretend I don’t love you and that I don’t want a life with you.”
I looked into his eyes, able to see he was being completely sincere with me. My heart beat faster. “I…I…I feel the same…I want the same…” I confessed.
Jin smiled at me. “Then you won’t be needing these.” He said, taking the clothes from my hands and tossing them aside. “I’m not done showing you how much I love you.” He was then scooping me up in his arms, carrying me back over to the bed.
He laid me down and removed the sheet from me before climbing on top of me. His lips were on mine as his hands began to explore my body, bringing back the memories from last night. I felt myself begin to flush with desire as my body already responded to his expert touch. He seemed to have memorized all of my sensitive points after just one singular night together.
“I truly adore every curve of your body.” Jin whispered into my ear before kissing down the side of my neck. His hands fondled my breasts, calloused fingertips toying with my nipples.
“Hnn…Jin!” I moaned with pleasure as I arched into his touch.
Jin kissed over my collarbones before bringing his lips to my breasts. He opened his lips and drew my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around my nipple. While his mouth worked one nipple, he brought a hand to massage the other.
My heart was pounding as pleasure surged through my body. Jin moved his lips to my other breast as he brought his hand to massage the one his lips had just released. While I was enjoying the attention, I couldn’t help but to feel an aching in my core for something deeper.
“Jin…more…please…” I found myself asking as I moved my hips beneath him, my hands moving to his muscular shoulders.
Jin looked up at me, grinning around the nipple he still held in his mouth. Slowly he released it before bringing his face back over mine. “You’re wanting more, already?” He asked, his hand slipping between my thighs, fingers stroking my sensitive bud before sliding back to slip inside my slick entrance. “You really are wanting for me, aren’t you?”
“Mmm…J-Jin…” I moaned, my cheeks reddening at him calling me out like that…but he was right…and I had just been begging for him a moment ago. I bucked my hips into his hand, seeking more of his stimulation.
Jin grinned at me, quickening the motions of his fingers between my legs. “You’re so beautiful when you’re wanting for me.”
“S-stop…teasing me…Jin…” I pleaded. “I…I want…more…I want…you.”
“When you’re begging like this…I can’t help but to obey my lady’s pleas.” He said, removing his hand from my heat, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.
I gasped at the lewdness of the act, but felt my body warming at the sight. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t think of anything to say, though the only thought in my head was how sexy I found it. 
By the time I thought to tell him that, my words were stolen from me as his lips were on mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, bringing with it the taste of my own essence. I moaned into the kiss when I felt his length sliding inside me, filling me completely.
I wrapped my arms around Jin, clinging onto him, my nails digging into his back as he began to thrust in and out of me, seeking to bring us both pleasure. “Ung…Jin!” I moaned when we broke the kiss.
“Emma…” Jin groaned, continuing his thrusts.
I bucked my hips in time with him, meeting his thrusts. I could feel my pleasure building, each of us chasing our release and soon finding it together. I moaned his name as my walls clamped around his cock. Jin let out a groan of my name as he came, filling me up with him completely.
Jin lingered inside me as he rested above him, his forehead against mine. His eyes were locked on mine, a look of pure love and affection in his eyes. “I hope you’re ready to stay with me in this bed all day…because I’m not letting you go.”
I smiled up at him. “I…like the sound of that…though that may leave me in this bed all day tomorrow. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk at this rate.”
Jin grinned. “I’ll just carry you around then.” He said before kissing me and we were continuing on with a passionate morning.
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norel-ravenclaw · 18 days
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The First Night [Rio Ortiz x MC]
Pairing: Rio Ortiz x Emma | Ikemen Prince CWs: fluff, wedding night, suggestive, mature themes, emotional first-time, canon divergence, Emma was never Belle in this so Rio's route didn't happen Summary: Rio and Emma’s first night together as a married couple Word count: 4k A/N: Happy Birthday Rio <3
Emma’s laugh reverberated through the room, even as the door to it was closed and she was behind it.
“Stop it, Rio! We’re both going to fall and get hurt!” She wiggled inside his sloppy hold until he let go of her.
“I said I’m not letting you get through that door unless you’re in a princess carry.” He repeated in a cheerful tone. “Come on now.” He bent down, trying to pick Emma up for the second time. And this time, he was a bit more successful in picking her up – both because she was willing and knew what was going on, and because he had a better idea of her weight now. That, however, didn’t stop Emma from laughing into his neck.
“Do I open the door?” She stopped giggling enough to ask the question, which made Rio snort. It felt good that they were having fun even with this silly ‘event’.
“Yes, please, that would actually help me.” Rio’s cheeks were coloured a rosy pink, but Emma couldn’t see it as she extended her arm enough to unlock the door and give it a little nudge that would open it completely.
Rio hoisted Emma up in his arms, which made her yelp, and finally crossed the door threshold. His steps were slow and deliberate, and even if anyone else could think it was because of having to lift Emma, it wasn’t. He was carrying a much different weight with himself inside that room.
It was their wedding night.
The day had passed in a whirlwind, and at times, Rio seriously believed it had all been a dream, that he was feverish, and his mind had created a twisted fantasy which would bring him to heaven only to crush him down. But it was reality, and having Emma’s body weight pulling down on his arms and making his muscles burn was the only remedy that told him the truth.
He let go of her on the centre of the king-size bed, but before he could stand up to close the door, she caught him by the forearms and left a quick peck on his cheek. It was shy and sweet, like the smile Emma offered him, illuminated by the light coming from the door.
“I am the luckiest man alive.” The words escaped Rio’s mouth by reflex, but the speed of his beating heart told him they sounded so different now.
“Then close the door and come make me the luckiest woman alive.” The corners of her mouth moved playfully, causing a delectable chill to run through Rio’s body. He obliged quickly, returning to her side with bated breath.
He climbed onto the bed, finding her busy unfastening the straps on her shoes. Those beautiful shoes she had saved up for months to buy. Those shoes Rio hadn’t been allowed to see properly until that moment. Those shoes were now coming undone, revealing her tender feet hidden by the stockings.
Rio felt like he was melting. How was he going to survive tonight?
The sound of the shoes hitting the ground brought him back to his senses, and he did the same with his own boots. Climbing back onto the mattress, he moved up to where she seemed to be waiting for him.
“Hey,” he greeted her in a whisper, so low and yet it could be heard so clearly in the silence of the room.
“Hi,” she replied, and her eyes glimmered in the light of the moon that entered through the light curtains of the window. “We’re now married.”
“Husband and wife,” he added, his intense gaze never leaving her eyes. Until the intensity of the moment pushed him to bury his face on the side of her neck, muffling a chuckle. Emma’s body tensed under the sudden and new proximity, only to relax after a few seconds. It was all new, and yet it felt almost familiar.
Rio lifted his face, tickling her ear with his hair, and looked at her, their faces closest they had ever been.
“This is new,” Emma interrupted the moment, nervous about what was happening, and what was to come.
“It is. Although I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, I think I’ve memorised it.” His words stole a giggle from her.
“Oh, Rio…” Her whisper was as gentle as her hand landing on his cheek. An invitation. And how could he refuse her? He’d be mad. So, he closed the distance between their lips slowly, not because he wanted her to have an opening, a way to run away, but because he wanted to savour every beat of this moment.
Their first kiss was soft and chaste. Just a brushing of warm skin against skin.
It was brief, even though both of their minds made it to last an eternity. And then came the gasping, like they were already running out of air. It would’ve made them laugh at any other moment, but not this time. Now, they were lost in the burning desire that spread in the deepest parts of their souls, only timidly peeking through their eyes.
They stared at each other, faces so close, light so dim, that they weren’t completely sure if they were seeing right, or if they were imagining the other’s face. Then, a little tentative. Emma grabbed the collar of Rio’s shirt, half to give him a hint, half to convince herself he was there, and everything was happening.
Rio didn’t hesitate, as he melted into the moment, moulding his lips to hers. This time, a little less chaste. Pecking at her lips gently, slowly, like he needed to put all his love into every small action to make sure that it reached her. And it did.
Trembling a little at first, Emma opened her lips and started mimicking Rio’s actions, softly gracing his lips with hers. His hand on her cheek moved to the back of her neck, cradling her head, and the comforting sensation made her gain a bit of confidence.
“You’re so good at this,” Rio whispered breaking the kiss. “How can you be so perfect?”
The comment wasn’t unfamiliar, but it still took Emma a few seconds to understand. His words seemed to have completely different meanings now. They were no longer close friends. Now they were kissing.
Emma had been so afraid she wouldn’t live up to Rio’s expectations. It was one thing being someone’s object of platonic affection, and it was another to test their physical affinity.
Could Emma survive Rio’s fantasies of her? She didn’t like being up on a pedestal, but she liked even less having to fall from it.
“What are you thinking?” Rio flicked her hair to the back of her neck and traced the shell of her ear. Emma realised she had been holding her breath when his caress brought her back to her body.
“Nothing,” she quickly replied, adding a strained giggle. She was sure Rio couldn’t see her face properly, but she also knew he was smarter than that. He knew her so well, that he didn’t need much to be able to read her.
It hurt when the absence of his touch on her materialised. He got up from the bed and went to the lamp by the window, on an old desk. He lit it and before Emma’s eyes were used to the new light, he was back at her side.
“Talk to me?” His eyes were hopeful and calm, but under that first layer, she could also see a hint of worry. A worry he was restraining. He took her hands in his.
“I am scared.” She wanted to sound simple, but her voice ended up being too airy for that.
“Of what?”
“Of everything. Of this.” Emma moved her head slightly, shifting her gaze to the curtains draping the canopy bed. “Everything is so new. It’s all new to me. I don’t know anything, and it’s scary. I don’t want to disappoint you.” She looked down, not feeling brave enough to meet his gaze.
“My sweet angel,” Rio spoke in a whisper and squeezed her hands, caressing so softly it almost tickled Emma. “This is all new to me, too. We’re discovering all this together. And there is no way, no way on Earth, that you’d ever disappoint me.” His voice got heavy with the pain he felt in his heart. The last thing he wanted was to put pressure on her. He would hate himself for that.
“But what if I do?” Emma dared to look into his eyes again.
“What if I disappoint you, then?” Rio’s face contorted in a sad smile.
“That’s impossible.” Her fast and loud response seemed to bounce off the walls, surprising her.
“See?” Rio kissed the back of her hands. “We feel the same. We’re already joined in mind, heart, and soul.” He showed her a radiant smile this time, and she felt her heart relaxing. “We don’t have to do anything else. And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“But we’re wife and husband now.”
“That doesn’t have to change anything.” Rio squeezed her hands, caressing the back of her hands. He had a soft smile, and he looked happy, content, satisfied even. But that didn’t please Emma.
“What if I want it to change?” She searched his eyes for a hint of his real feelings, not the care and protection that his love for her distilled. She wanted to know deep down, what were his real desires? Were they the same as hers?
“Then, we’ll also become one in spirit.” His lips parted into a warm smile, reaching his eyes. And there she saw; it was all the same to him. It was really, all the same. He loved her no matter what she was willing to give.
 And she wanted to give him everything. She wanted to become everything for him. And his gentle gaze and touch told her he would accept everything she had to give.
Her hands moved in his, twisting enough to interlace their fingers together. That was also a first.
“Your hands fit just perfectly into mine.” He whispered, and Emma felt the slow building of anticipation begin. Their eyes jumped from their joined hands to each other’s faces. Their bodies moved at the same time, closing the distance once more. When their lips reunited, the intertwining of their hands dissolved. Emma closed her lips around his bottom lip, and Rio opened his mouth to caress her upper lip with his tongue, so light that she felt a tickling sensation.
But her brain couldn’t focus on that for too long since his hands moved now to her body. One caressed the side of her ribcage, the other landing on one of her thighs. It was too much and not enough at all, and none of them knew what to do with the intoxicating feelings the other caused in them.
“Can I take your shirt off?” Emma broke the kiss and found herself asking the question before her brain was connected to her mouth. It seemed her body had decided to take the reins. He nodded, an adventurous smile and a cheeky glint adorning his face. It was an invitation. Maybe at some other time, he would’ve ignored the way she had asked and would’ve quickly disrobed himself. But not today. Not from now onwards, no. If she wanted to be the one to take his clothes off, he would grant her wishes with pleasure.
But Emma’s hands didn’t move, and neither did his. She had been surprised both by her boldness and by the fact that Rio hadn’t jumped to action as he usually did. He was waiting, waiting for her. It seemed to tell her ‘I’ll go at your own pace.’
When her fingertips reached his shirt’s collar, she hesitated to take this chance. She didn’t simply grab hold of the fabric. She instead decided to grace the warm skin of his neck with her fingers, caressing softly. Rio sighed at the touch, closing his eyes. Seeing him like that, completely still and yet so calm, so exposed to her, gave her a little more confidence. And a dance started.
She undid the first button and took advantage of the newly freed skin. She touched his collarbone, revelling in the sturdiness. Unbuttoning further, she marvelled at the firmness of his chest. Then came his ribs, and his abdomen. She had known Rio took good care of his physique, but she had never seen – much less touched – a man like this. She wanted to touch his back and explore the muscles there, but once the last button was released, it was as if something in him changed.
“Can I touch you too?” He charged forward, his exhale hitting her lips. Her whole body lit up, and she almost forgot to answer the question.
His shirt started slipping from his shoulders as he shifted on the bed. She bit her lip, nervous and excited to feel him travelling through her skin.
But Rio hadn’t exactly asked if he could take anything off her. Not yet. He mimicked her actions, and gently touched her neck, caressing so softly, she would’ve thought he had been using a feather. He reached the back of her neck and massaged, working her nape and shoulders lightly. And then his touch disappeared.
Before Emma opened her eyes, she felt him shifting on the bed again.
“I’ll take off your corset.” There was the hint of a question, and Emma moved her hair away in response, shifting her body sideways so that Rio didn’t have to move so much.
His movements were skilled and yet careful to free her of the restrictions with ease. It made her want to melt, and he hadn’t even begun touching her properly.
When the corset fell from her body, she turned towards him, taking it, and pushing the corset farther away on the bed. His eyes travelled down her body, and he licked his lips unconsciously. At the action, Emma felt that the anticipation was winning the battle against her nervousness.
He moved closer to her and played with the frills on the collar of her shirt. Then, one cautious finger caressed her shoulder, forming idle figures. Then, as he went down her arm, he brushed the outer part of his knuckles against her, earning a shudder from her.
Emma liked having his attention on her but didn’t want to fall behind in making use of this chance. She reached for his skin, tracing it with curious hands. His chest pushed up and down, and he shortened the distance between their bodies. She felt his breath on her ear as he spoke.
“I want to kiss all your body…can I?” The intensity of his desire made him sound almost desperate. Emma felt the fear and embarrassment give way to her desire like he was coaxing it out of her.
“Please.”
He placed a soft kiss on the shell of her ear and then descended her neck, kissing as much of her skin as he could. When he arrived at her collarbone, he stopped briefly to look at her. She had her eyes closed and lips parted in what seemed a pleased, albeit silent, gasp. Seeing her like that made him continue with renewed vigour. He kissed her chest over the shirt, not daring quite yet to do more than graze her nipples in passing. When he reached her stomach, he continued peppering her with kisses, a little more playful. She giggled as he pretended to chew on her.
She took his face between her hands and forced him to look at her. He smiled fondly at the amused and relaxed look on her face – there was no trace of her past nerves now.
He undid her skirt next, but as he took it off and revealed her petticoat, she reversed their positions, getting on top of him. Now it was his time to receive.
Emma explored his skin to her heart’s content, caressing the firm muscles, kissing any remains of the tension from the day away. Her tentative licking got a gasp out of him, and she pressed open-mouth kisses through his torso, lapping and gracing at his skin. When her hands stumbled on the waistband of his trousers, her excitement was burdened by anxiety once more.
Rio perceived the change in her face and demeanour and sat up.
“Hey,” he whispered, taking her face in his hands. She looked at him and her features relaxed into a small smile, but it still had a note of uneasiness. “It’s just me, there’s nothing to worry about.” She pressed her lips together. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
She let out a shaky exhale and nodded against his touch. He kissed her nose, the space between her eyebrows, her eyelids, and her forehead. Then, he pressed his forehead to hers and they breathed together for a few seconds until her rhythm felt more relaxed.
“I want to touch you,” she started, pulling away to be able to look at his face properly. “But I don’t know how to, and…”
“Would it help if I guided your hand?”
She pondered his words before nodding slowly. He took one of her hands and kissed her palm and fingers gently, with his gaze still fixed on her. Then, slowly, he guided her hand to his trousers. He pressed down gently, and she felt the shape and hardness over his clothes.
“This is only for you.” Rio squeezed a little bit and she felt it twitch. “I am only yours, Emma. From now on—”
“Until death makes us part.” She completed, moving closer to Rio and straddling him to give him a quick peck on the lips. He chuckled at the lack of hesitation and removed his hand from over hers, to grab her hips and pull her closer against him.
She felt him grinding against her core and couldn’t hold back a pleased gasp. He groaned in return, his hands diving under her shirt to caress the skin on her back directly. She shook in his hold when his hips rolled against hers and they spoke at the same time.
“More—” the word escaped her mouth before her tongue could hold it back.
“Can I—” Rio cut himself when he heard her. “More?” The anticipation in his voice made her bite her lower lip. His hands travelled quickly to her hips, and he drove her into him, this time earning a timid moan from her. The sound drove him wild. “I want to lick you.” He panted against her chest, and she made an affirmative sound, holding onto his shoulders.
The next moment, none of their brains registered how her shirt ended up discarded on the floor. Her brain was too busy with the sensation of his tongue on one of her nipples. And his brain only paid attention to her breathing and her sounds.
He licked and sucked, rolling his tongue in all the possible ways his body could come up. When he felt her breathing become superficial, he continued his ministrations on her, holding her in place as his hips met hers. The moment she shook and her breathing stuttered, he fell over the edge with her.
Emma slumped on him, and he hugged her, his head buzzing with the recent high. She placed a hand over his heart and felt it beating madly, making her giggle. The sound of her laughter made him all mushy.
“This was amazing.” She sat up and looked at him with rosy cheeks.
“You look even more beautiful right now.” He caressed her cheek with one hand, slowly travelling down her neck. “You are so incredibly gorgeous, Emma.” She blushed under his gaze. “I am the luckiest man alive.” The familiar words sounded different now, more confident. “I want to explore more of your body, can I?”
“I love you, Rio,” she replied, and his chest swelled up.
“I love you, Emma.” He placed a hand behind her head, and she leaned towards him until they joined in a slow kiss. His other hand caressed her knee and sneaked under her petticoat, fondling the softness of her thighs. He opened his legs a little, creating space between their bodies. “Can I touch you?” After her affirmative, his hand moved to her core. He sighed when he felt her wetness.
He massaged her folds slowly and Emma closed her eyes. When he rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves, her lips parted and the sweetest sigh tickled Rio’s ears.
He loved seeing her like that, vulnerable and abandoning herself to the pleasure he was giving her. And he wanted to give her so much more. Wanted to fill her to the brim, until all her nerve endings were on fire and her body was spent. He wanted to satisfy the neediness only he could see.
“Rio,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against the hand she had on his shoulder.
“Yes, love?” He moved the hand that rested on her back to her head, petting her hair. She turned towards his face and opened her eyes to look at him. In a moment, the distance between their lips was reduced and they kissed sloppily until Emma’s breathing became ragged. Rio felt her panting on his face and his fingers moved faster until her legs spasmed. She gasped for air and stopped his hand with hers.
Understanding the gesture, he removed his hand from her heat and caressed her inner thigh, not wanting to stop touching her completely. Emma giggled at the wetness he was spreading on her skin as he kept tracing idle figures. She sighed and looked at him, smiling.
“Emma, you—” Rio started saying but interrupted himself when he felt her hand sneaking down and start rubbing on the stiffness forming inside his trousers again. The confident smile she had on her face made him twitch. “Touch me?”
She bit her lip as she focused on undoing his trousers. When she hesitated, his hand found hers once more and guided her to stroke him. Her touch was soft and yet it was enough to make him blush deeply.
“You can go harder.” He squeezed her hand with his. Then, he had to fight to keep his eyes open, but he wouldn’t miss a second of looking at her like that. “Can I finger you?” He squeezed her thigh and started caressing her groin. She nodded and he removed his other hand from over hers, to caress her cheek and give a gentle peck to her lips. After that, he squeezed her hip and his hand rubbed her folds again, making his fingers slick with her wetness.
His finger pushed slowly at her entrance, and her body welcomed it. He buried his face on her chest as the movements of her hand on him mirrored his finger going in and out of her. When he felt her squeezing him, it became too much. He stopped her hand and leaned back to look at her.
“I want to make love to you, Emma.” When her walls squeezed again, a moan caught on his throat. He removed his finger as she nodded, excitement and nervousness travelling in the minimal space between them. “Shall we take these off?” He looked down at their clothes and they both giggled. She climbed off him and took off her petticoat while he did the same with his trousers.
Emma felt her heart beating wildly as Rio took her by the hand and guided her to his lap. In this new nakedness, she felt more exposed than before. She straddled him and he grabbed her hips to press against his. Then, he cupped her face and kissed her like that was the only thing that mattered.
Their lips moved and their tongues explored, and in that dance, their bodies rubbed against each other, creating a new flood of desire. When they broke the kiss, panting against each other, Emma raised her hips and Rio guided his member to her entrance.
She relaxed into him, welcoming the new sensation. And then, they were one.
Never breaking eye contact, they peered into each other’s hearts, like the limit between their souls had blurred. Rio’s tears fell to his cheeks. He was convinced, this time he would really die of happiness.
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A/N: I took some liberties with their clothing (some to be “historically” accurate, some to adapt it to this 'AU') so if you noticed something different or missing, that’s it. Hope you enjoyed! Interactions, comments and reblogs are always highly appreciated <3
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norel-ravenclaw · 22 days
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Dom!Sariel x needy!reader
18+ Minors DNI
for my IRL best friend who is #1 Sariel fan, hope you liked this bestie I love you
General warnings: Fem pronouns, AFAB reader, reader is more forward than MC in-game.
TW: Aphrodisiac, Face fucking, whipping, spanking, Dacryphilia, hair pulling, almost being caught
After not meeting expectations for a recent exam given by the Minister himself and your lover, you were surprised to see instead of his typical chastising, Sariel sits you down with a cup of tea. Unbeknownst to you, the true punishment lie at the bottom of the teacup... where he snuck a particularly strong aphrodisiac.
"What is the name of the 4th king of Rhodolite, and what is he known for?" A seductive voice inquired, looking down at your naked body stomach down and back arched upon the very desk you had failed your exam on. Your wrists were bound together and your legs spread by the force of Sariels strong arms, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. With your cheeks flushed red and beads of sweat covering your trembling body, it was obvious to any on-looker that you were not focused on the words coming out of his mouth.
"I- urgh-" You whined, "Don't know- fuck..." You let out a high-pitched moan as you tried to move your ass in an attempt to deepen his length inside of you, a desperate attempt to fill the emptiness that was itching for the comfort of your lover. Sariel 'tsked' and hummed in disappointment, completely removing himself from the warmth between your legs leaving you complaining about his absence. You attempted to move your head to flash him a needy stare, however, he pushed your head back down to the wood with a look of condensation.
"Uh-uh-uh..." Sariel sang, "I did not give you permission to move." You heard the familiar crack of a whip with a stinging left upon your ass that you had become tolerant to. That didn't make it sting any less, though. You yelped in surprise, going to scoot away from the black-haired devil before his hands wrapped around the outside of your thighs and roughly pulled you back with his hands. Without saying a word, he whipped you once more with a choked-out sob and moan leaving your body confused between the line of pleasure and pain. He frequented the use of his whip, but with the added sensitivity of the drink he had given you left your body in such a state of desire and sensitivity that it was particularly a strange sensation. The way the stinging left you wetter with every snap of his whip despite the pain it was supposed to bring, the hairs on your body standing on edge with great anticipation of every new mark he left upon your skin.
"This aphrodisiac is far more effective than I gave Prince Keith credit for..." Sariel smiled with satisfaction, using a gloved hand to spread the lips of your entrance and watch as your glistening slick substance dripped from your twitching hole. "If I hadn't known better, I would have mistaken you for a bitch in heat," instead of entering his fingers into you as you had hoped he would, instead you heard footsteps back and you turned your head in an attempt to peek at what he was doing. It was obvious he was teasing you, not giving you the fullness you desired, and completely disregarding your begs and whines. He could tell you were becoming more and more agitated every time he would touch you without gratifying you fully, the annoyance showing in your defiant glare.
Sariel folded his arms and looked down at you with a smirk and eyes of mischief, taking his whip out once more and caressing the handle of it.
"Since that question was so hard, I'll give you another chance. But I caution you to think through it wisely," he hummed, using the popper of the whip to glide gently as a warning against your sore bottom.
"This is- ugh," You huffed, "This is dumb! I'm sorry I got the exam wrong, but this is just cruel," You whined, your arms and knees throbbing from holding your body up, "Please Sariel, please fuck me, It burns, I need something in me..." You whined. Raising an eyebrow, Sariel bit his bottom lip at such a needy and desperate display. It wasn't often you were as vocal with your needs, the filth that was drawing out of your typically collected lips caused him to harden almost in an instant.
"If I simply gave into what you want," He held back his urge to ravish you right then and there, adjusting himself where he stood in front of your face, "Then that would defeat the entire purpose of your punishment. You failed your exam, and now you must pay the price for it...I'm disappointed in you, you know?" He pointed out, grabbing your hair and pulling your head towards his throbbing cock.
"Let us make a compromise, then. If you do well in this task, then I will give you what you want. Does that sound fair?" Without so much as a complaint coming out and only eager to receive what you were craving, you were almost too eager to open your mouth and take in his length. He chuckled at such a pathetically needy display, groaning as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him as far as you could go.
"I know you can do better than that," Sariel let out a groan from the back of his throat, gently wiping the tears that pricked the side of your eyes as you attempted to take him further. He used his thumb to rub your cheek with the affection of a man you wouldn't have guessed had tricked you into drinking an aphrodisiac, such small gestures leaving your legs like jelly and your stomach riddled with butterflies.
That kindness was short-lived, and you now realize was sweetness disguised as an early apology for what was yet to come. Pursing his lips and sweat beading his forehead, Sariel seemed to have reached his breaking point as he used both of his hands to grab the back of your head, forcing it down on his cock. He began to fuck your throat with reckless abandon, the sounds of wetness and gagging filling the air and tears streaming down your eyes. Watching you become an entire mess with your makeup smearing and your mixed liquids wetting your lips and cheeks, Sariel came almost embarrassingly fast. He let out a deep and uncharacteristically loud moan as he pulled out of your mouth, releasing himself over your face. You coughed aggressively and didn't have a moment to chastise your lover before he was already pulling out a handkerchief and rubbing your face apologetically.
"You did well," He said with honey coating his voice, "would you like your reward now? Or shall we stop here? I understand I was a bit-"
"Please!" You were quick to answer, "I've been asking you this whole time, please, fill me up! I need you," You whined. Sariel raised an almost surprised eyebrow before chuckling at your neediness and planting a chaste kiss on your lips, throwing the dirtied handkerchief to the side and moving to the other side of the table where your ass remained arched for him, showing off your dripping cunt enticing him to plunge inside. He pulled the top half of your body off of the desk, where your feet were now touching the ground. This made it much easier to have access to you as he pleased, lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance. Rubbing circles around your hole and spreading around your slick, he thrust forward gliding his cock on the outside of your lips to lubricate himself with your sticky substance, another needy complaint coming from you.
"Stop teasing me already and-" Your squabbling was interrupted as fast as it started, Sariel pushing himself all at once deep inside of your drenched pussy. You let out a moan and a shiver of relief, feeling full just as your body had craved. The pleasure was short-lived, for soon after beginning your moans were muffled by a hand shooting over your mouth and his hips stopped his movements against yours. You were about to protest before he whispered in your ear to be silent as footsteps sounded outside the door.
"Nobody was scheduled to be around my office this time...how annoying," Sariel grumbled. You would have put more thought into that statement if you weren't so distracted by his hips slowly and intimately grinding into you, hand still over your mouth.
"I suppose that means you'll just have to be cautious in your volume. If you make a single sound louder than permitted, we will get caught. Do you understand?" Giving him a weak nod simply to appease him, he kissed your head with a "Good girl" prior to his hips picking up in speed. His threats had little meaning as the low voices and tapping feet outside of the room faded down the hallway without even a glance to the door where such sinful acts were taking place, and you were almost certain you were now in the clear. Especially with the way the dark-haired man snapped his hips against yours, it was obvious it was empty words with little regard. He was acting as if he had been the one to drink the aphrodisiac, ironically the man who had done the planning to make you needy was acting as a wild animal drunk on the way your walls clenched down on his cock.
"It seems," He grunted, "perhaps the properties of the aphrodisiac make you much warmer inside...hah..." The slapping of skin filled the room, yet the fear of someone walking in was the least of your worries. He skillfully removed the ties around your wrists before pulling your arms back, lifting the top of your body roughly ravishing you as if he were a man starved of touch for days on end. You were in no better of shape, despite the throbbing of your knees and the film of sweat covering your exhausted body, your mind was blank with nothing but pleasure electrifying from where your lover took his place between your thighs.
tilting his head back and pulling you by your hips against his as he moaned with pursed lips, closing his eyes while his cock twitched inside your walls while your legs trembled with release. High-pitched moans elicited your lips as ropes of cum painted your swollen insides white, Sariel pulling out to watch your body practically collapsed to the ground. He swiftly caught you in his arms, smiling gently and planting a kiss of affection upon your forehead. You panted and looked up at your lover with lidded eyes fluttering shut, Sariel stroking your hair apologetically.
"You did well," He hummed with love honeying his voice, "Shall we clean you up now, my dear? And I believe a true reward is in store for your wonderful performance..."
You really did get the princess treatment afterward. After getting your clothes on he cleans up the mess left behind by your...endeavors, Sariel helped you back to your room where he bathed you and pampered your body with medicine and love. About two hours later with the effects fully worn off, you were lying in bed resting in his arms, talking about the effects of the aphrodisiac and how exactly it made you feel. You complained about the way he teased you when you felt so needy and at the mercy of his touch, the way that your body ached to have him inside of you yet his endless teasing leaving you feeling...well, words that you were not even able to properly convey.
You huffed, noticing the way he seemed to not fully grasp the extreme in which you had just gone through. Frustrated at his lack of understanding, you twisted a proposal to him.
"Next time, You're drinking that fucking potion."
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norel-ravenclaw · 1 month
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One More Round
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Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Keith/Reader
Words: 2326
Tags: Some Size Kink, Creampies, (light) Overstimulation, Oral (reader receiving), Reader has She/her pronouns and vagina
Summary: It's a pleasure between the two of you to spend each night that you can entangled in each other's arms, but it doesn't always end with just one side of him fulfilling his desires.
For @portrait-ninja! Thank you so much for the support!
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In the dark of night, pleasure suffused the air in Keith’s bedroom. Labored breaths left your sore lips as one hand twisted the sheets beneath your fingers, the other tangling in Keith’s messy gray curls as his tongue continued its relentless lapping along your lower folds. Each long lick had you squirming, yet Keith gently held your hips down, keeping you firmly in place as he tasted your juices again and again, his mind too enamored with the flavor.
After hours lost in paperwork, helping others, and research that sapped away time, it was difficult hiding the desires ebbing within the two of you day after day. Playing up a false narrative for the sake of unspoken politeness was exhausting. Once confessing that your needs matched his, longing for blissful nights tangled within each other, Keith had been eager to comply and indulge. Now, leaving yourself at the mercy of his wide tongue and skillful hands had become a nightly routine, leaving you breathless and thankful for voicing your desires.
“A-ah!”
Once more, your back arched as he guided you ever closer to your peak, thighs resting on his broad shoulders and trying desperately not to clench against his head. Yet your writhing form didn’t deter Keith. No, it seemed to only spur him on as he switched to suckling gently on your clit again, using his free hand to tease your entrance, testing just how welcoming you were.
You squirmed at the sensation of his thick index finger easing its way inside, exploring your inner walls with a care you rarely gave yourself.
“Mmmore, please-!”
“Patience,” he murmured, kissing your tender bud.
Slowly, he dragged his thick digit out before pushing it back in, beginning a careful rhythm despite your whines for more. It was only when your nails dug into his scalp that he blessed you with another finger, your walls clenching so tightly around him that he groaned.
“Ready?”
You nodded frantically, but Keith stopped his tongue.
“I want to hear you…”
Gentle, always gentle, so much so that it almost sounded like a desperate plea. This man that could easily tower over you was begging between your legs for mere words.
“I want you,” you gasp out, rolling your hips to meet his fingers faster, “please, I'm ready, I can handle it, please-”
The words died on your tongue, transformed into a moan as Keith ramps up the pace of his fingers, pumping them harder at a tempo that has you seeing stars. This time, your legs do clamp onto either side of his head, nudging his nose deeper into your curls as he suckles your clit with a renowned fervor. His mouth stays firmly against your wet sex as you writhe once more. After the slow build up of ecstasy he walked you through, the pleasure makes your head spin as it hits its peak, orgasm causing your legs to shake- yet Keith presses on, lapping up every drop of your essence that you’re willing to part with and gift to his waiting tongue.
Keith only stops when your whines make it through to him, overstimulation of your swollen clit causing tears to prickle at your eyes. His head lifts then, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in from the window.
It gives your bleary eyes a proper view of your lover, half of his form bathed in the pale light, your juices coating his chin. It’s there, in the dead of night, that you feel as though you see the  rare beast in his eyes, looking at you with a renewed hunger.
When he blinks, however, his eyes skip away from yours, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Another easily recognizable trait- his shyness, catching up to him. His worry seeping in, noting how embarrassed you could get over how wet you became with him, over your stamina being less than his own.
Sitting up, you coaxed his gaze back to you with your hands on his cheeks, dragging him into another kiss. It’s with that movement that your gentle giant melts back into you, his concerns ebbing away as you pull him back to the bed. With each meeting of your lips, Keith found himself unable to bear the seconds between them, slipping his hand behind your head to keep you in place as he greedily took your breath away.
His other hand easily grasps your leg, pulling your hips flush against his, wordlessly encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You eagerly comply, the stretch to accommodate his sturdy frame feeling comforting. The moment your legs lock around him, Keith rolls his hips against yours, his length rubbing between the folds of your pussy. Each rub has the head of his cock brushing against your clit, and a thrill of excitement buzzes through you at the sensation, lips breaking apart from one another as moans slip out unbidden.
It’s moments like these, where you can see the hunger etched across his features, that you’re thankful for your lover and his attentiveness. He knows how to prep you well, how to give so much focus to your pleasure, so that he can enjoy himself to the fullest as well.
“I’m sorry, I won’t be able to hold back-”
“I can take it, I promise.”
He looks apologetic, but his hand still moves between your bodies, guiding the tip of his cock against your opening.
And…Well, you could take it, but your breath always stilled at the sensation, your legs subconsciously tightening around his hips as his engorged head slowly slipped inside of you, the ridge of his dick making your toes curl as it pushed through. Keith, caring Keith, was losing more of his control as he inched his way inside, his brows furrowing together as he groaned.
“Always…So warm for me…”
His name is a keen on your lips, and it spurred him further, his grip firm on your hips as he sinks  the rest of his cock inside of you in one movement.
“Gods-” The groan that leaves his lungs does nothing but spike your arousal, and you’re suddenly aware of just how sensitive you still are from earlier. Even with him giving you time to adjust to his girth, shivers of pleasure run over your skin- you’re not going to last long this time.
It goes unnoticed by Keith, who is sliding his cock out just far enough to where his tip still remains inside of you, then snaps his hips back against yours. Crying out wasn’t enough, no, the second he starts up a steady pace, your nails are at his shoulders, etching in the words you can’t speak into his skin. 
“Ah, you’re sucking me in- ngh!”
The pain doesn’t deter Keith in the slightest, too enamored with the way your walls coax him further with each powerful thrust, losing himself to the pleasure you’re blessing him with. Now, his hands slide up your thighs, impulse taking over him as he grasps under your knees, pushing until he’s able to comfortably pin you down like this- knees to your chest, as he uses the leverage to fuck deeper into you.
Fuck words, you’re too busy trying not to scream as Keith continues, the intensity of his thrusts causing the bedframe to shake, rattling against the wall and surely leaving scuffs. Biting your lip, knowing how your mewls were slipping out regardless, you tried desperately to grasp onto any bit of him you could, your next orgasm approaching fast with Keith’s nonstop pounding.
It's a wonder you manage to muffle the sounds of pleasure overtaking you. Your legs strain as he continues to hold you in place, pumping himself into you with near reckless abandon. 
Keith, sweet Keith, can't help himself. He's so focused on chasing his pleasure, on losing himself to the feel of your pussy begging to squeeze him dry, that he doesn't fully register that you've cumed and that you're being overstimulated further with each thrust he delivers.
Instead, he murmurs your name fervently, mixed with words of love, of encouragement, of “yes”.
When he cums, it's after he pushes himself as far into your depths as he can manage, pouring his love into you with a groan. 
He lingers, breath ragged. It seems to take everything inside of him to pull out of your warm cunt, letting your legs finally hit the mattress. You’re so focused on regaining your clarity that you nearly miss the sensation of his cum seeping out of you. Until you catch a view of his face, and how he’s unable to tear his gaze away from the sight.
.
Keith was restrained in public, and undoubtedly shy, but after sex he wasn’t as demure as he could be. His confidence was secure in the moment, too full of your love to question himself just yet.
So his firm kisses to your jaw, in the warmth provided by the cascading water of the shower the two of you were in, moving to the back of your neck… The crook of your shoulder… They weren’t a shock, but a nice surprise as you let out a pleased sigh, happy to be pampered even more.
However, when teeth came into play- pressed against your skin, nipping enough to leave a mark, that was the first sign you had.
Followed by hands caging you against the shower wall.
No, your timid lover had slipped away again. Lost to another part of his mind, a more impatient one. 
His broad chest pressed against your back as he crowded you, the rumble of his low chuckle intoxicating to hear.
“‘Bout time the two of you finished,” his thick length rubbed against your ass as he spoke, excitement causing it to stand erect once more, “are you ready for my turn, little flower?”
Were you?
You didn’t get a chance to speak before he tipped your chin up, leaning over to capture your lips between his. Even though it was the same body stealing kisses, it felt so different from what you had just experienced. Soft lips were rough against your own, demanding your attention with the intensity of each kiss.
It was difficult to break apart, but once he seemed satisfied enough at the taste of you, you managed, “I’m pretty tired, so I won’t last long-”
“Mmm, that’s what the wall is for.”
With a smirk, Keith pinned your hands against the wall in front of you, his hands engulfing yours quite easily. As you readied yourself, head swimming at his tall body flush against yours, you felt the head of his cock rub against your pussy, a breathy laugh slipping out.
“Tired, huh? You’re so wet for me though.”
“Well that’s- mph!”
There was no warning as his length pushed into you, a heady moan escaping you as your inner walls eagerly clenched around him once more.
“Mm, feel that? Feel how your cunt is sucking me in already?”
That tantalizing drawl against your ears alighted your skin once more, but the way the tile walls seemed to carry the sounds had your head spinning. His body still pressed firmly against yours, letting you feel every ridge of his muscles, the way he towered over your figure. You felt so small like this, and Keith knew it. 
His hand slipped between your thighs, swiping circles around your swollen nub and chuckling at the way you jolted initially. But the longer he continued, still resting his cock deep inside, you felt that build up of pleasure again, and your legs trembled.
“He really did a number on you this time, huh?” Teeth nibbled at your ear, drawing out whimpers from your sore lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep ya steady.”
Finally, his wandering fingers left your clit alone. The small reprieve of delicious torment was pleasant, until his hands moved to your hips, grabbing firmly and keeping your pelvis a step away from the wall.
“Can’t be as nice as he would be, but I’ll make it quick so you can rest,” he murmured, planting a chaste kiss to your shoulder, “tell me if it’s too much.”
At your nod, Keith pulled his hips back to let his cock slide halfway out of you, before driving it back in hard. From that moment, you firmly planted your hands against the wall, a gasp leaving you- until his next thrust was just as powerful, his hips snapping at a pace you weren’t mentally prepared for.
You can’t help it, each time he pounds his cock inside of you, you’re having to lean more of your weight against the wall to keep some lucidity, but the tiles betray you again. Each slap of wet skin seems to reverberate due to the walls, your own lewd mewls and groans echoing in your head, aiding in the bliss overwhelming your body. If it wasn’t for Keith keeping your lower half steady, your trembling legs wouldn’t be able to keep you standing.
“A-ah, you’re clampin’ down real tight. Wanna milk me for all I’m worth, huh?” With his breathy words, Keith begins to trade the speed of his thrusts for depth, slowing down to make each pump of his cock hard enough to shake you, “just a little longer, flower, I’ll give it to ya.”
Another snap of his hips, and you're curling your toes, crying out as he keeps pushing past your own orgasm. And each rough thrust after that, he’s murmuring encouragement to you, commending you for continuing to take him again and again, until finally with one last thrust, his warm seed spills inside of you, taking both of your breath away.
Just as before, he lingers, but remains lucid enough to continue his exhausted praise, peppering it across your shoulders and neck.
And just as before, when he finally pulls his girth out of your tired pussy, you can feel the remnants of your night together, dripping out once more.
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As said before, this is a fanfic for @portrait-ninja. She requested what to be included, as well as reviewed it to make sure it was to her liking. I do not want to hear any critisms, as this was completely written for her.
I am happy to have an actual Keith fanfic out now!! I feel guilty, I really do enjoy Keith, but my other favorites occupy my brain and inspo a lot more. This may be because I am always satisfied with the Keef-tent (keith content) that I run into? They've explored everything I wanted to do with him and more, haha!
This was a fun piece to write! I hope everyone enjoys it, thank you for reading!
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norel-ravenclaw · 2 months
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Hi, this is the first time I've asked anyone to write a smut fic or a smut headcanon with Keith and a very shy reader, I don't know if you do smut but if not you don't have to write. Or you can do about how Keith started the relationship with a very shy reader Note: english is not my first language, so sorry if i wrote something wrong
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i do write smut!! plus your english is very good dw about it! i have two other fics on the way right now, but i'm gonna finish this one first because they're hcs and a lot more faster for me to write 😋 this is kinda hard cause i'm personally not very shy but i'll try my best! (think this turned out to be JUST nsfw hcs i swear)
this is afab reader!
idc if minors interact - nsfw under the cut
not proofread
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SUPER brief hcs of how you got together (I WANT SMUT RN!!)
keith has always loved how shy you were, although he never said it out loud
you were almost always silent, behind everyone twiddling your thumbs or always finding something else in the room other than the people interesting
he found it endearing, although sometimes he knows he has to hold back his anger from you
every time he talked to you before you got together, you would blush uncontrollably and hesitate responding to him
so that's why it surprised him when you cornered him in a hallway, looking especially nervous
he saw a crumpled up note in your hands, and for the first time, you were holding eye contact with him
"i-uh, i like you a lot," you blurted out. you might be shy, but you were brave
immediately after that you shut your eyes, believing that he would reject you, or even worse, simply walk away
. . . but the kiss he gave you after was unmistakable.
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nsfw hcs
you would always cover your face whenever it got too good, and keith would always pull you hands away, sometimes even pinning you wrists above your head with one hand
"i want to see you."
GRRABABARBKARBARK
definitely has the strength to overpower you, and if you love that you know what i mean
an example is if he's eating you out and you try closing your thighs around his face
he'd quickly wrap his hands around you legs, and spread them back open, no matter how hard you try to close them
or using his strength from training constantly to fuck you against a wall, if he's feeling particularly rough that day
definitely fucks you if he's stressed about a day in the training room (or stressed in general)
i don't make the rules
has THE best ways to ask for consent
"you want this?/tell me how you want it."
"you want me to make you feel good?"
OR HE'D JUST DESCRIBE WHAT HE'D DO TO YOU
fave position is probably the mating press cause he loves being able to go down and kiss you and see your face
or you riding him because he loves the way you lean onto him and eventually tire out
and when you do, his grip on your waist is harsh enough to cause bruises as he harshly thrusts into you
probably has a thing for restraining you
loves how shy you are when you come to him asking for sex
he'd usually drag it out to tease you even more before finally giving you some relief
fingering god i love to say it
you see the way he works his hands!!!
definitely whimpers here and there, especially when you're giving him a blow job
if you have enough hair, he'll personally make a makeshift ponytail for you
if not, he'll simply run his hand through your hair
praisepraisepraise all day
probably goes feral once he's close to cumming
would start babbling literally any dirty talk that comes to his mind
"you're doing so good for me."
"gonna cum for me, yeah?"
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extra: DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIM IN HEAT.
idc what anyone says he goes through it since he's half galra
the first time, he'd lock himself in his room and hope that it would eventually pass
but of course, as clueless as you were, you walked in and questionably gazed at all the stranded tissues on the floor
he'd try ushering you out, but after a moment to decide, you wanted to help him
definitely WAY more rough than usual
you'd come out with bruises everywhere and hickeys as far as the eye can see
a lot more vocal during this
he would love the way you would try to speak up but couldn't because it felt too good
you might be shy yourself, but whenever you got into the mood. . . you definitely weren't thinking straight
during heat he wouldn't even have the time to make you beg or tease you, he'd go all in immediately
definitely praises and degrades you a lot more
"being such a perfect little slut for me, hm?"
just know that after you guys finish, you're both too out of it to even speak or move, until eventually keith snaps out of it and helps you get cleaned up
sometimes you would get up first, wanting to return the favor
and he'd repay you with a lot of tired kisses until the two of you fall asleep
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slightly hate this cause im so rusty at writing smut lol
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norel-ravenclaw · 2 months
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Headcanons | Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane
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word count: 318
pairing: dom! Shiro x male! sub! reader.
contents: nsfw
a/n: my first time doing an nsfw writing (in english) be gentle with me (?) I hope you like it! I'm prepping more stuff (sfw/nsfw) of voltron :D
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I think of Shiro as a soft dom or service dom (we can agree he's a switch but more usual to be a dom), he just wants to please you at all costs.
You want to try this new position? Sure. Or maybe some roleplay? It's something new, but no problem! Even new practices like bondage or trying to discover kinks, Shiro can do everything you want!
Vanilla, rough, faster, he's okay with that, but there's a thing that he would never do: hurt you in any form, the silver-haired doesn't like the idea of inflicting pain on you, the most he can do it's a bit of spanking when the things are heated but nothing more, it's not comfortable with the idea.
Along with being your service dom comes A LOT of praising: "You look so good like this", " Look at you, so pretty under me", "You're taking me so well"
Please give him a blowjob if he's stressed, he needs it and is going to thank you for that after ;)
Shiro is not a loud type but either a silent one, he's a good medium point, maybe is not used to moaning but a lot of gasps let out his mouth.
Talking about dimensions *wink wink* he's big and knows it, I'm not saying an enormous type, but a big one, none of you two wants your cunt to be demolished by his dick so prepping it's like a routine before sex.
As I said before he can try any position you propose but his favorite one is definitely missionary! He's a romantic type, the closeness and contact that this position gives is ideal for him, also can look at your face in all the act, which makes it better. In addition: if you're in a mood of taking control, the cowboy position is a good one! Has the same things your boy likes of missionary.
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norel-ravenclaw · 2 months
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norel-ravenclaw · 2 months
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Finding Home Within You
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Pairing: Leon x MC (Emma)
TW/CW: smut
Thank you to @ikemenlibrary for hosting this event! This gift is for @chirp-a-chirp! I hope you enjoy!
The news came suddenly, and once your beloved Leon broke the news to you, you couldn't help but to be utterly destroyed.
“I’m sorry, but an unexpected meeting about negotiations has come up and I can’t get out of it. And I'm afraid this means we have to postpone our Valentine's plans. I’m so sorry.” Although your heart has been slightly broken, you can’t bring yourself to be upset since his expression shows how much this deeply upsets him too. He’s been so busy as of late, and Valentine’s was your only foreseeable opportunity to get some quality one-on-one time and take a well deserved break from the responsibilities each one of you carry.
“When do you leave?” is the only thing you can bring yourself to ask.
“First thing tomorrow.” he sighs and brings his hands to gently hold yours. He presses gentle kisses to your knuckles – such a tender display of affection makes your heart melt like chocolate left out in the sun. “I promise I'll make it up to you once I come back.”
“As long as I get to spend some alone time with you, I’ll be happy.”
And unfortunately, morning came back around and it was time for him to depart. Your days dragged on despite it being the same 24 hour days when Leon was here. And then Valentine’s Day arrived. When you woke up you couldn’t help but feel a bit depressed considering your fiancé is currently away from you. But work is work, and now that it’s Valentines that means there’s only a few more days to go until he’s finally back. Your morning consists of baking some treats. Then in the afternoon is adding final touches and handing out the treats. Once all the treats are distributed you head back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up the mess you had made. As you’re walking you smell something savory, which has overtaken the sweet smell of your treats from earlier. As you step into the kitchen, you notice it’s absolutely spotless and the smell of the delicious dinner leads back to here. Then standing by an immaculate set table stands the love of your life.
“I apologize that it’s not much, but I was a little short on time. Please forgive me.” He grins – the grin that you love so much. You’re so overwhelmed by emotions by his sudden appearance that you run into his arms. Once your body collides with his, his arms immediately wrap around your waist. “I missed you so much, Emma.” He softly murmurs into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
“I can’t believe you’re here. I thought you wouldn��t be back for a few more days.”
“What kind of man would I be if I left the woman I love down on the most romantic holiday?”
“I hope you didn’t push yourself too hard.”
“I’m okay, I promise. Now, how about we get our date started?”
“Yes, please!”
He pulls out a chair for you to sit down, then pushes your seat in, and delicately places a napkin in your lap.
Despite claiming to be short on time, there was such an amazing feast put together. There was a nice juicy steak for each of you, along with plenty of sides to pair with it. He pours each of you a glass of wine, passes one to you, and keeps the other. Once the glass is in your hand and begins a toast, “Here’s to our valentines date and to the many others we will have together.” And the two of you bring your glasses together and the clink resonates throughout the room. Leon being romantic he insists on feeding you. He enjoys watching you delightfully chew each bite and how you savor the flavor. And as the two of you eat he recounts his days that he was away from you. The two of you share some laughs and enjoy your evening together after being apart for so long.
After dinner, the two of you walk together hand-in-hand toward his room, which has become yours as well. Before he even opens the door, he caresses your cheek with one hand and gives you a sweet, lingering kiss.
“I’m so happy to be home.” He says, his breath tickling your lips.
“Welcome home, Leon.” You say with a sweet smile. Leon then quickly slots his lips between yours again, but instead of a sweet kiss like the one just moments before. There’s a sense of urgency as he kisses you, and the feeling of knowing he needs you has you moaning into the kiss. Leon moves his hands to grip around your waist and draw you closer to him. You find yourself reaching for the door, desperately trying to open the door before someone finds the two of you in the middle of your make out session. Leon takes a quick glance, now seeing the door open, he moves his hands down to your legs and hoists you up. He carries you into the bed room and closes the door with his foot and it only takes him a few steps for him to reach the bed
He gently lays the both of you down onto the bed, a soft creak and the rustling of sheets sounding out as the two of you shift to get more comfortable. His hands coming up to rub your breasts through your dress – that alone has you letting out a wanton moan. Even through his kiss you can feel how his lips smirk. It doesn’t take much longer for the two of you to start undressing one another. A shower of fabric raining out as each garment is thrown without care or worry, just the desperate need of needing to feel the warmth of bare skin. Leon’s hands tantalizingly rub up and down your sides, before reaching further up and settling on your breasts and rolling your nipples between his thumb and index. That touch alone already has you softly arching your back off of the mattress — your body begging for more.
“I love when you moan for me. Shows that I’m loving you right.” He whispers into your ear. His sultry voice causing you to become wetter than you already were.
You lift your hips up, grinding yourself against his hardened cock. The action, although more than welcome, took him by surprise as he lets out a soft moan by feeling the warmth and wetness of your cunt.
“More. I need you.” You whimper out as you continue to rub yourself against him.
Leon moves his hands down to your hips to stop the rolling of your hips, and then brings one hand to grab his cock and align it with your entrance.
“You know I can’t deny you.” And he enters you with ease, both of you already moaning at the sensation. He felt so good and he hasn’t even started moving yet. His length and girth are just the right amount to fill you up perfectly, and how the veins that adorn it graze your gummy walls. “You feel… so good,” Leon grunts out. His hands move to yours placing them by your head and holding onto them before he starts thrusting into you. His slow, gentle thrusts are driving you insane, you can feel him holding back.
“It’s okay,” you moan out, “you can go faster.” You assure him and hold tighter onto his hands. You see something in his eyes shift and he begins to pick up his pace. His now animalistic pace is just what both of you needed, both of you smiling, sweating, and moaning messes. You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you. And despite his unrelenting pace, his forehead comes down to touch yours and your eyes meet, and sweet words begin to spill out, “I can’t wait to marry you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” His words leave you gasping and you feel yourself releasing around his cock. He grunts, burying his face in your neck as he cums inside of you.
He reluctantly pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty and his cock cold compared to your warmth. Nothing in the room can be heard besides the sounds of his and your heavy breathing. You feel soft, fluttering kisses on your neck. Even those tiny little kisses have you whimpering, still sensitive from your orgasm.
Once you feel like you’ve caught your breath, you find yourself untangling yourself from Leon, and he looks a little confused why you’re separating yourself from him, but his confusion is soon replaced with a smirk when he sees you positioning yourself over him. His hands immediately find their place on your hips.
“Let me show you how much I missed you.” You say to him.
He sits up to kiss you, “We have so many days to make up for, I hope you’re ready.”
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norel-ravenclaw · 3 months
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It’s Valentines like every day
Keith Howell x Fem!Reader (could also be read as MC/Emma)
TW/CW: porn no plot, oral (m! Receiving), cum (and I mean A LOT), cum eating/swallowing, hand job, grinding, ball play, not beta read.
Word count: 460
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I’ve been thinking about seeing how many times Keith can cum in one night — or just making him cum until he can’t cum no more.
The first one comes from giving him a hand job. You start off nice and slow, just really riling him up. And slowly start increasing the speed and pressure. His pre-cum leaking out and helping you to move your hand to really work at his sensitive spots, especially his tip where he’s the most sensitive. Even his first load is so messy — coming out in spurts, it gets all over your hands and his thighs, and stomach.
The second one comes from sucking him off. First you lick up all cum from the first load and just tease the hell out of him with your tongue before you start to suck his soul out of his body. And once you have him deep into your throat you can’t help but to tease his balls with your tongue. He shutters and his face is so red by how good you’re making him feel. He shoots his second load down your throat and he’s so turned on by watching you swallow it all.
The third one is just grinding your pussy against his cock. No penetration — just straight up grinding. The veins on his cock feel so good against your clit with each drag. His grip on your hips is so strong, he’s definitely holding back from plunging into your pussy and having you ride him, there’s definitely going to be some bruising in the morning. By now Keith is a whimpering mess and his moans are so breathy they’re verging on silent. You feel the grip on your hips loosen as he cums again, this time it splatters all over his abs. His breathing is labored and he feels so weak but so good.
You let him catch his breath for a moment, you watch as he breathes deeply how his adams apple moves. Deciding to tease him a bit more by scooping your fingers through the cum that just splattered across his abs and lick your fingers clean. You hear him let out a raspy moan and feel his cock twitch and harden underneath you as he watches you tantalizing lick up and savor every trace of his cum.
Then you proceed to make him cum again, again, and again. You don’t stop until you see Keith’s eyes beginning to droop and you see him close his eyes for just a moment. His long lashes fluttering and then his eyes slowly open. And he’s switched.
You now find yourself pinned underneath him, his golden eyes staring directly into yours. “You exhausted him so we switched,” he smirks, “Now, how about we return the favor, hm?”
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norel-ravenclaw · 3 months
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Hello I hope not to bother for the Winter Flurries
The spin prompts wheel landed on sleep intimacy Can I have it with Keith? 🙏 One of thetwo is fine whoever you are most comfortable with 🤗
I am sending you guys and support for your job I never thought it was so hard 😳 You have my respect Remember to take breaks sometimes to and fuel yourself with your fav snack 😉😘
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A/N: Here you are @queengiuliettafirstlady 💜
Keith x Reader
WC: ~680
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The Jadean morning light slides eager fingers along the window panes of your bedroom but it is no match for the heavy forest green velvet of your drapery. Not even a sliver of light manages to sneak its way into the darkened haven of the room. If you knew it was so late in the morning, you would feel a deep flush of embarrassment that you were still abed. But the curtains keep you cocooned in darkness and the strong arm wrapped around your middle anchors you to a very warm, very naked body.
You snuggle even closer, burrowing deeper into Keith’s sleep-heavy embrace. His breathing shifts, air drawn in quickly for only a moment before he exhales, remaining in the sea of sleep, under the waves of dreaming.
There is nothing that makes you happier than this, a moment in time where you are both at complete and utter peace. Where there is no worry for the burdens of the day or the regrets of the past. There is only you and the man who is yours to love, your hearts beating in tranquil unison.
You’re almost asleep again when you feel him move, a languid, full-body motion like that of a panther slanting down to stretch its powerful muscles. Keith's long legs extend and he sighs, relishing the feel of the cool silk sheets not warmed by his body. A deep rumble rolls through his chest as he half-groans, half-yawns, pushing away the last lingering cobwebs of sleep.
“Mmm….breakfast,” he murmurs, his voice gravel bedecked in satin. 
“What’re you–Oh!” He bites into the curve of your shoulder, a breathlessly unexpected action. His large hand is now splayed possessively against your stomach and you know exactly who has woken up.
Your heart slingshots against your breastbone as you turn within the tight circle of his arms. The room is still bathed in shadow, still holding the daybreak at bay. His eyes look like burnished gold in the dusk of the room.
You slide your hand up between your bodies, cradling his strong jaw in your palm where you can feel, more than see, his smile.
“I think we may have already missed breakfast.” You stroke the smooth skin of his cheek. He turns, with a smile both quick and wild, and bites the tip of your index finger, laughing when you gasp. 
“Who says I can’t satisfy my hunger right here, right now?” He ducks his head and demonstrates exactly what he means as his tongue traces a heated path down your neck, following the rapidly increasing rhythm of your pulse.
Oh how easy it would be to stay in bed with him all day…..to allow this man to have his fill of you, to give yourself over to it completely.
Temptation winds itself around you, following the path of his covetous hands, his insatiable mouth. 
So very easy……
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The sun has given up trying to lure you out of bed, instead concentrating all of its efforts on illuminating the rolling green fields, the proud forests, the smooth gray stone of the castle.
It is already tiring, reading itself to embrace the promise of evening when Keith blinks, momentarily disoriented as he wakes up. How late is it? How long have you been asleep? 
You’re curled up against him, one arm thrown across his strong chest, your head a warm, heavy weight on his shoulder. Your hair is tousled, your skin decorated with clusters of pink love bites. They remind him of cherry blossoms floating across still waters. Slowly, he moves his free arm and traces over several of them, his touch tender. He knows that he would never hurt you, that any mark left on your beautiful skin was welcomed. 
His large hand moves to brush away several strands of hair that lay across your cheek and his heart feels warm and light, like it could rise up to the heavens and outshine any star pinned to the night sky.
You stir, sliding your leg over his and readjusting your cheek on his shoulder before sinking back down into the lulling ocean of dreams.
Forget time and it’s demanding minutes and hours. Today has been lost to the feel of you wrapped in his arms. The both of you rising in a shower of sparks and then falling together, swathed in peaceful darkness.
He sighs, deeply content and wholly in love, letting his golden eyes flutter closed once again.
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norel-ravenclaw · 3 months
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Hi ya! For your celebration may I suggest Arboretum/ red hot/ wicked Keith ?
This one turned out with a dash of fruitcake, a splash of cocoa, and a bit of spice. Approx 2200 words of Keith being his wicked self!
Rare flowers blossomed in profusion beneath the high glass ceiling of the Jadean palace arboretum. The air was hot and damp, the humidity needed to grow the more tropical varietals here. Keith glanced at Emma from the corner of his eye. Her clothes, suited more to the cool climes of Rhodolite, clung to her skin revealing without showing. He found it quite alluring.
Keith grinned and leaned down to whisper, his lips brushing her ear. “You look delectable.”
She nearly jumped at the sudden, unexpected contact. “Keith! Wh-why are you whispering?”
“Should I shout it instead?” He smiled wider as he saw the heat in her cheeks. “Emma is -”
Her finger flew to his lips, her touch soft as butterfly wings. “Oh my god, please don’t.”
Keith laughed and nipped the pad of her finger. “Why not? We’re alone here anyway. I reserved the entire place for this visit.”
“I don’t know. Maybe because if you start shouting, a servant might come? Or a guard?” She frowned at him. 
“And then?” Keith chuckled, grazing the underside of her chin with a curled finger. “What would happen?”
She shrugged, raising her gaze to meet his. “I suppose you’d have to explain it. And I’d be so embarrassed that I’d probably turn red as a tomato. And you would laugh at me.” Her eyes narrowed. “Which would make me angry because it isn’t funny.”
“Mmmm. That’s quite a dangerous expression. I guess I’d better not shout then. But how to get me to stay quiet? I am wicked, afterall. And I do like teasing you.” He eyed her lips the way Luke eyed honey cake. “If only you knew some way to keep my mouth busy . . .”
That brought a little smile out and a sparkle in her eyes. “You are absolutely the worst! Blackmailing me into a kiss when all you needed to do was ask.” 
“Pffft. Asking is for the other Keith. So what will it be? Should I sho-” His words were cut off as she stood on tiptoe to brush a kiss to his lips. But he wasn’t going to let her go with such a light toll. Before she could pull back, he lifted her, hands around her waist, and deepened the kiss.
She gasped against his mouth in surprise, and he took advantage of the opening. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling and teasing. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. 
The sharp, pleasure-pain of her tugging fingers wrung a gasp from Keith’s lips as well. A tremor of anticipation and delight ran down his spine. His lips moved from her mouth to the line of her jaw and the satin-softness of her neck. He nipped at the delicate joinder of her shoulder, where he knew she was sensitive. 
“Keith -” she breathed his name, a warning and a temptation in that one short word. 
He drew back, letting her down gently. Her dress was rumpled, the damp silk of the skirt creased from his grip, the collar pushed back from the delicious expanse of her throat. She spent a breath trying to rearrange herself and then gave it up. 
“You shouldn’t grin like that,” she tutted. “You aren’t in any better shape.” Her lips curved in a smile of their own. “I might have messed up your hair . . .” 
Keith smoothed it with his hand, but the wavy mop was a mess. He gave up with a chuckle. “You can fix it for me later.” 
She smiled as he took her hand and they continued walking along the winding arboretum path. The sound of their steps was masked as they approached a water feature tucked into one of the corners. A small stream of water led to a short waterfall and a large, clear pool. This was where the herbalists grew water hawthorn and puffy white blossoms of saggitaria. 
Emma paused at the edge of the wide pond, her gaze lingering over the cool water and the beautiful flowers. “This is beautiful,” she sighed, leaning against him. 
Keith had to agree, though he found the sight of her more lovely by far. Her skin had a damp sheen to it, and he could feel the way his own skin glistened with the humidity here. His lips curled in a sudden, teasing smile. “Are you hot, Emma?”
“Hm? Oh, a little.” She nodded. “I guess you need to keep it pretty warm in here for the plants.” 
He kissed the top of her head as his fingers snagged the tie on her bodice. “A little dip in the pool would cool us both off.” 
Her gaze snapped up to his face, chin tilted up sharply. “Keith, what are you -” the words dissolved into a surprised shout as he tugged the lace undone, already reaching to pull the first row free. “Did you just untie my dress?” 
“No.” He grinned unrepentantly. “I started to untie it. There’s still a whole bunch of lacing to loosen.” Keith undid the first row, his long, graceful fingers moving to the next and the next.
The silk bodice began to loosen, sliding away from Emma’s shoulders. She held it in place with her hand. “Stop! You - you can’t be serious,” she hissed. 
The prince paused, an eyebrow lifted playfully. “You want to swim in your clothes then? I don’t think that’s good for the dress but if you insist . . .” He reached for her waist, lifting her up to her toes as if he would toss her into the pond.
She wriggled in his grasp, her eyes blazing. “Put me down!”
He didn’t, of course. “So you do want to take off your clothes now?”
“I - no! I didn’t agree to swim.” Her frown was adorable. “I plan on keeping my clothes, thank you.” 
“Alright.” He shrugged and swung his arms as if he was about to throw her in. Her squeal of fury was so cute that he wanted to kiss her again. But that might spoil the game. He pulled her tight against him. His lips found her ear and he nipped the curled edge lightly. “Swim with me, Emma. Please?”
She tried to glare at him from the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t hide her pleasure at his touch nor the unsteady excitement his request stirred in her. For a heartbeat, she pretended to consider. Then she took a breath. “Alright. But if anyone comes, I am going to kill you for this.”
“No one will,” he promised. Keith set her down but didn’t release her. His hands moved back to the lacing, tugging the cord loose until nothing held the silk up but the swell of her breasts. His fingers grasped the delicate fringe of the bodice, dragging it slowly down. Caressing her breasts, her belly, her hips, until the heavy silk fell in a pool at her feet. 
He knelt before her, looking up with a hungry gaze. She wore only a linen underdress, the weave so fine and soft that it was a bare wisp to cover her lovely figure. Keith’s hands slid up one calf, stroking up the length of her stocking until he snagged the edge at her inner thigh.
Her breath caught when he slid the stocking down and left a trail of hot kisses across her bared skin.
Keith removed her stockings and shoes, and then reached higher until he felt the delicate lace edges of her panties. He could feel her tense as he tugged them down. “Nervous,” he asked, pressing a kiss to her low belly. 
“A - a little. I just keep thinking we aren’t supposed to be doing this,” Emma admitted.
“That’s why it’s fun.” He kissed a line down her belly to the warmth between her legs. Even through the linen shift, he could feel her heat and softness. His pulse sped as she bit back a breathy moan. He tossed the dainty lace bits to the side where they hung from a thorny vine. 
Now there was just one piece left to remove. The heavy air left the fabric of her undress clinging to her in all the right places. Keith snagged the edge as he rose to stand, and the dress came up with him.
“W-wait!” She tried to push the dress back down. “You’re still dressed!”
“So I am.” He grinned. “You want me to strip first?” At her wary nod, he laughed. “Alright.” Keith kicked off his shoes and socks, and shrugged out of his vest. He hadn’t been foolish enough to wear his jacket into the hot garden. 
Emma’s eyes widened as his hands went to his belt. “Shouldn’t you, um, start with your - ah - your shirt?”
“I think this is fine.” He undid the buckle and pulled the belt from its loops. His pants slipped down to hang off his hip, revealing just a hint of skin. Keith popped the button from the hole and watched her expression as the pants slid a little further, showing a swath of his low belly. Her gaze sent a coiling heat through him. “You know, maybe you’re right . . .”
Her eyes tracked his hands as they moved up to undo the buttons on his shirt. “You are - you are just wicked!”
He laughed, shirt falling open to reveal his chest, his abdomen. Muscled but for a small, soft bit of belly he blamed on his sweet tooth. Keith could feel her eyes on him, a weightless touch that devoured every bit of him that she could see. He knew the look, because it was how he looked at her. 
His shirt slid to the floor and it took only a moment for his pants to follow. It felt good to be free of his clothes, and even better to be naked and so close to the woman he loved. He was so hard that he almost hurt, cock jutting out at a jaunty angle. Her gaze found that too, and she bit her lip. 
“Your turn,” he said. Keith tried to sound playful but the words came out in a low, rolling growl from a hungry place inside him. He stepped close, feeling the hem of her under-dress graze his length. Just that light, accidental touch sent a desperate jolt of excitement through him. 
She swallowed. “Y-yeah. Oh -” Her mouth opened in a breathy gasp as he lifted the linen from her and tossed it to the side. His body pressed tight to hers, sweat-slick and hot from more than the air. 
Keith lifted her and stepped over the edge of the clear pool, into the water. It was deep enough to hit his thighs in the shallows, and would have been nearly to Emma’s waist if she wasn’t draped across his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist. 
He moved deeper, sighing in pleasure as the water lapped higher, all the way to his waist. Then, with a teasing kiss, he sank down into the water, covering them both to their shoulders. 
Emma squealed at the sudden submersion, clinging even tighter to him. “Hey! You’re supposed to warn me!”
“Says who?” He grinned. 
“Says me!” She poked his chest. “You’re always such a tease and I -” Her eyes went wide and she paused mid-sentence as Keith looked over her shoulder toward the arboretum entrance. He pretended a look of horror and surprise, mouthing the words, ‘the king’ silently.
Emma whipped her head around only to see the quiet rows of plants and trees, not a soul besides themselves in residence. 
Keith chuckled at her outraged expression when she turned back to him. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” He cupped her hips with his calloused palms. “Forgive me?”
“Nope.” She pushed his head underwater with a grin. 
He came up spluttering in surprise, but she didn’t give him a chance for revenge. Her lips found his with a kiss, her breasts pressed to his chest, her nails drew little lines of fiery pleasure down his upper back. 
Keith groaned into the kiss, trembling with need for her. One of his hands slipped down along her belly, caressing her soft skin, seeking her sensitive places. 
She arched into the touch, breaking their kiss to breathe. The water rippled with their motion, stirring the delicate fronds of the water flowers. Her worries were forgotten in this moment, concern for being caught left behind like her dress at the rocky edge of the pool. 
He loved the way she looked in these intimate moments. Beads of water ran down her skin and caught in her hair. She looked like a wanton queen. A nymph caught in the throes of her passion. Keith felt his heart lurch as her eyes met his, the love and desire in them a torch to light the bonfire between them. 
Then she was away from him, laughing as she sent a splash his way. “Who’s wicked now, hm?” She grinned. 
“So cruel,” he rasped, trying to gather his scattered thoughts.
“Am I?” She raised an eyebrow. “If you catch me, I’ll show you how nice I can be.”
He chuckled. “Is that the game then? Alright.” He lunged for her, splashing across the space between them. It was a pretty big pool but not so large that she could escape him for long. And she wasn’t really trying, just splashing him and laughing, right up until he caught her again. 
“Time for revenge,” he grinned. “And I think you’re going to like it.” 
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norel-ravenclaw · 3 months
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🔞 In the vein of jewelry since that last reblog...
Thinking about Silvio's chain necklace(s?) swinging as he fucks you.
You're no stranger to the sound of his jangling, in fact it made up the majority of your first impression of him. The noise always preceded his appearance and acted as an alert to where your then-enemy, now-lover was. However, what you weren't usually used to was the filthy sounds of slapping flesh and wetness and grunts and moans that accompanied it now.
The first time Silvio made love to you, he took off his jewelry, allowing you two to have total uninterrupted skin-to-skin contact. But over time, as you got more used to his flashy, heavy jewelry, enjoyed the way it accented his developed chest and strong fingers, he'd start to keep on a few pieces once in a while, especially if he was losing patience while undressing. The contrasting color against his skin and the shine that complemented his sweaty body as he pounded into you were mesmerizing, and it was hard to keep your eyes off of it as it swung in rhythm against his thrusts.
The symphony of sounds was also particularly haunting. The louder the jangle, the more wild Silvio was allowing himself to be, and something about hearing it combined with his dirty talk and his grunts of effort just reached deep down inside you and set a fire there. And for the moments when you two couldn't keep your hands off each other, trying to slink off and sneak in a quickie in between meetings, the jewelry just added that touch of tension and risk of being caught. (One of the maids did in fact catch you two in the act when hearing a rhythmic jingling noise, and it took quite a while for Silvio to live it down and escape the lecturing of Rio).
The cool feeling of the metal was always addictive, too. When you're on your hands and knees, Silvio's chest pressed against your back as he's thrusting deep into you, it sends a shiver down your spine and makes you tighten around him when the metal touches your skin. Silvio also loved to tease his rings against your skin, letting the band brush against a nipple, the stone trace a line down your abdomen to your belly button. And when he reached a hand between your legs, the smooth metal contrasting with his rough, calloused hands was incredible.
It was amazing how something that was once a harbinger of trouble, now accompanied the one who could deliver you more pleasure than you've ever known in your life.
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norel-ravenclaw · 3 months
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⭐️ OPLA Characters and the “Only One Bed” Trope
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[Suggestive + No Gendered Terms]
⭐️ Characters Featured: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Sanji, Mihawk
⭐️ A/N: So... Maybe just the part one to this if people like it? I'll write the next part with the other characters if people want it :) Anyway, cranking out these compilation posts because I’m brain broken with just OPLA content.
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Monkey D. Luffy
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✖️ Luffy didn’t show any concern about there being one bed. He saw it as something to find fun in a way! To share a bed with one of his friends!
✖️ He’s immediately jumping into the bed and turning to you, holding out his arms, waiting for you.
✖️ “I promise not to take up too much space! Come on!”
✖️ Luffy is immediately wrapping himself around you like a little backpack, nuzzling his head into your neck.
✖️ “M’so soft…” while his hand gently caressed your belly, gently grabbing and massaging it.
✖️ When he felt himself half-asleep, he didn't notice how he was trailing small kisses at your shoulder and the back of your neck. It was like an unconscious habit shining through.
✖️His arms around you are tightly clung so it’s safe to say that you aren’t leaving the bed until he lets you. And he just might not all night.
Roronoa Zoro
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✖️ Zoro is immediately refusing. The moment he saw one bed in the room, he spun on his heels and walked out to try and complain.
✖️ When there really was no other rooms, he entered back inside with an annoyed look.
✖️ “Just… *sigh*. Take the bed. I’ll be fine”
✖️ Maybe he could just lay on the floor instead in his mind. Even when you offered to share, he refused. But, he soon found that the discomfort wasn’t worth it.
✖️ He carefully climbed into the bed, taking up the minimum he could at the edge. When he was drifting asleep, he didn’t notice his hands reach out for you, pulling your body toward his.
✖️ As if you were a stuffed animal, he pressed your body to his and hugged you close.
✖️ His tired voice just hushed you when you tried to ask what he was doing as his hands moved toward your chest. “Shh… Jus’… You’re warm.”
✖️ After your restless night together, the next morning, he acts as if he has no idea what you’re talking about when you ask him about last night.
Nami
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✖️ Nami is annoyed but won’t make a big deal out of it. She’ll roll her eyes and complain while setting her stuff down.
✖️ “Let’s just… do what we can. It’s only for one night. You take that side, I’ll take this side.”
✖️ She didn't want to make you uncomfortable or overstep boundaries. Keeping on her side, facing away from you.
✖️ She soon heard you rustling around in the bed, unable to keep still, she was annoyed but asked what was wrong. "Nami... I just- Sorry, I can't sleep."
✖️ Nami's face softened in realization. Sighing, she scooted closer and pulled you into her, holding you close. Her hands gently rubbed your back.
✖️ "It's okay. I can make you feel better." She let her hands lightly caress your sides, trailing up to your neck then cheek. "C'mon, I'll help tire you out."
Vinsmoke Sanji
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✖️ Sanji immediately smirked at the sight of one bed but on the inside, was absolutely dying from embarrassment at the idea of being so close to you.
✖️ He immediately laid in bed, hands behind his head with a cocky look. "Already nervous, beautiful? It's only one night..."
✖️ You were used to Sanji's flirting and mainly ignored it since he was like that with everyone. You weren't inherently special in your head.
✖️ The moment you relaxed into the bed on your side, facing away from Sanji, Sanji was laid on his side, eyes to your back. He hesitated to do anything but stare, but he couldn't help it. A phantom touch of his fingers lightly traced your spine.
✖️ You were initially going to complain like you normally did until Sanji scooted closer, placing a kiss at your shoulder. His hand lightly rubbing your arm.
✖️ You heard that ever-familiar teasing, soft laugh behind you. He enjoyed your reactions to his simple touches.
✖️ "You're so stiff... It's just my hands, you know? I just want... I need to feel you."
Dracule Mihawk
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✖️ Mihawk stared at the bed indifferently. It was an inconvenience but certainly not something he was going to fuss about. It's just a bed.
✖️ He placed his belongings aside, getting ready for bed and slipping under the covers. When he saw you looking to instead sleep on the floor with your bag as a makeshift pillow, he didn't say anything.
✖️ Laying in bed, Mihawk always found it difficult to drift to sleep, as though he was meant to be tormented by the mere idea of sleep.
✖️ Maybe an hour had gone by and he looked over to see you still on the floor, huddled into yourself. He sighed loudly. "Stop forcing yourself to freeze. Lay down here."
✖️ Seeing you carefully slip under the covers as well, he looked over at you, eyes scanning your face then raking down your body.
✖️ Mihawk reached out with his hand, pulling you closer to him until your face was inches away from his. His stare was critical still, as it always was.
✖️ His hand went to the back of your head, gently caressing you. “I can warm you up, if you’d like me to. Lay back.”
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⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune
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