#blanc lapin x reader

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SUMMARY: to blanc, you are the change he needed, and your pressing secret won't change that.

WARNINGS: mentions of mortality, blood. Vampire stuff.

COMMENTS: ok ok so @vivislosingitagain here is my thought process YOU like biting people and sucking their blood so YOU are a vampire. and HEY GUESS WHAT vampires are IMMORTAL kind of. and im pretty sure blanc is really fucking old so i think mortality angst would work great with him BUT WHAT IF HIS PARTNER WAS AS OLD AS HE WAS AND BIT HIM. that's the post.

also im so sorry if blanc is out of character i have seen this man three times in the routes ive played + the prologue oops.

It’s a clear night. The stars are bright in the sky, just as they were hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Blanc doesn’t know if they’ll ever change, but he takes comfort in their consistency. They’re stationary, unmoving, unshifting, just like him. He’s always been in Cradle, long enough to see the shattering of bonds between the armies and the first Alice fall. He’s seen the skirmishes and the blood and the carnage.

And he’s seen you, the one who followed him into the rabbit hole and into Cradle.

He remembers thinking you were cute. He remembers Oliver scolding him for speaking his mind, and he remembers you tearing your eyes away from him, a shy smile on your lips. You’ve always been alluring, in a way he never anticipated, and it makes him wonder if someone from the Land of Reason can really be magical like the people of Cradle.

It’s no use though—he knows the passage of time will take you away. He knows love (what he feels for you, there’s no doubt about it) is a powerful force, but it cannot break the way the sun and moon rise and fall, it cannot stop the stars from dying light years away, it cannot stop your inevitable aging.

He knows this, and yet he can’t let go. He greets you in the morning with a soft pat on your head, leaning over your bed as you stretch and yawn. His gaze softens when you rub your eyes and look over at him, and you’re looking at him like he’s the only thing you ever want to see.

He’s so selfish—he wants so badly for you to only look at him.

For someone so keenly aware of how mortal you are, he knows he's being awfully flippant about it. It’s the folly of man, to be so foolish as to yearn, but there’s always the possibility that fate will take pity on his poor soul and listen to its cries for his love to stay.

And so, the next night, a night that should be no different from any other, he breaks his routine. He keeps you up late, chatting over tea as the full moon rises in the sky, asking you if you want to go home. He watches you as you go quiet, your previously bright smile fading into a thoughtful frown. You’re staring into your tea as if it can give you the answer, and Blanc hopes the tea will give you the same answer he would.

I wish you would stay. I wish you would stay with me. I wish you would think I’m worth it. I wish that if I had to be hurt then you would be the one to hurt me because I’ve never loved anyone like you and I doubt I ever will. I wish you would be the one to thrust this dagger into my heart so fate doesn’t have the chance.

“...I want to stay with you.” you say, and Blanc knows you’re hiding something from him but he can’t bring himself to ask when you already look so worried.

“Are you sure?” he asks, reaching across the table to place a hand on yours.

Your head jerks up and you meet his gaze with parted lips—almost like you want to tell him but are far too scared.

“You can tell me anything.” he stresses, squeezing your hand gently.

“I’m not...” you purse your lips, looking away again as you choose your words carefully, “I’m not having doubts about staying here, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Blanc holds back his sigh of relief in favor of another inquisitive glance. Your brow furrows and he knows you feel his stare, your cute canines poking at your lower lip as you gnaw on it pensively.

“I have a secret I don’t think I’m ready to share yet.” you say softly, turning back to him, “I will someday. I just...need time.”

Blanc laughs, a sound that's full of relief and love and sounds like the wind chimes that hang in your no longer temporary bedroom’s window, the ones that have been there since you came and will be there when—if—you leave.

“Darling.” he breathes, staring straight into your eyes with so much love, “I have all the time in the world.”

The full moon sinks beneath the horizon and the sun comes up again. The teacups from the night before have been cleaned and placed back on their shelves, and the cake you two cut slices out of remains in the fridge. There are still traces of you within the house—your skincare is still in the bathroom, your toothbrush is next to his, and your chair still has a cushion of your favorite color. None of those things have been removed because you didn’t leave.

You’re still in your bedroom, sleeping soundly, but this time Blanc is there with you, his arms wrapped around you. His body is tangled with yours, your legs intertwining as the bed sheets knot themselves around your limbs. Your head is resting right over his heart, the part of him that’s pounding away for you. Gently, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and stares down at your sleeping face, the face that shows him all of your thoughts and emotions, the face that belongs to the person who loves him enough to stay.

He wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead, a kiss on the bridge of your nose, a kiss on your left eyelid and a kiss on your right, a kiss on your jaw—

He sighs when you start to stir, propping yourself up on your elbows. The bed sheets fall off your body like water cascading down the side of a cliff, and your bleary eyes have never looked more beautiful. He lays there, admiring you in the morning light as the wind chimes chime, the soft breeze from the cracked open window ruffling through your hair.

You shiver.

“Darling,” Blanc calls, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Good morning.”

You smile when you turn to look at him, and you allow yourself to fall back against the mattress next to him.

“Good morning.” you murmur, your nails tracing the curve of his cheekbone before tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, “You look so handsome.”

Ever the charmer, he’s rarely been charmed himself. And so he does the only thing he deems appropriate, and thanks you with a kiss on the back of your hand.

Weeks pass, and Blanc finds himself growing into this new routine. You're a sign of change, that he knows for sure. His own room remains vacant for the most part unless you decide to pull him into his room instead of your own when you’re ready for bed. It makes no difference to him where you go, only that he can follow you like the lovesick fool he is.

Except you’re not leading him to either of your bedrooms tonight.

You’re leading him outside, under the pale moonlight and into the chilly nighttime breeze. He looks up at the full moon and holds your hand a little tighter.

“Thank you for giving me time.” you say, the wind swelling as it passes between the two of you and further into the night, “I’m ready to tell you what I’ve been hiding from you now. It’s...not fair to keep it from you any longer.”

“I understand,” he smiles softly, cupping your cheek, “Go ahead.”

“I’m a vampire.” you say, and it takes his brain a few moments to catch up, “I’ve...found it hard to get blood in Cradle but since meeting with Kyle’s he’s managed to get me blood when I need it. I don’t like drinking from animals or people but it...has to be done for me to stay alive.”

Blanc’s brain is whirring as you spill your guts to him, your mouth moving faster and faster as you explain how despised vampires are in the Land of Reason, how people view them as monsters and how you’re certain you’re cursed.

Cursed. What a funny word to say to him.

“Is that why your canines are so sharp?” he blurts, leaning closer to your face.

You stop talking, bending backward just a bit at his sudden closeness.

“I—I’m sorry, what?” you ask, looking confused.

“Ah, well....I always thought they were cute.” he smiles kindly, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.

“I...” you blink owlishly before shaking your head in disbelief, “Blanc, I just told you I’m a vampire.”

“Indeed you did.”

Your mouth falls open as if looking for the right words to say, and yet you come up with nothing.

“You can feed from me if you wish. I don’t want you to suffer any longer.” he offers like its the most natural thing in the world.

Still, you say nothing.

And then he murmurs your name, as soft as the flower petals brushing against your ankles.

“I don’t want to use you like that. I don’t want you to be a food source for me.” you grit your teeth, staring at the ground like you couldn’t be more ashamed, “I don’t want to be the monster the Land of Reason made me out to be.”

“You’re not. I give myself to you willingly, and I'll do it over and over again.” Blanc murmurs, hands slipping away from you.

It takes you a moment to realize he’s slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt, leaving his collarbone open to the nighttime breeze and your eyes.

“My love.” he opens his arms for you and his shirt slips off his shoulder, leaving his skin vulnerable—

“I give myself to you.”

And he pulls you into his chest, as he whispers words of love telling you that you can bite him, drink from him, take all that you need and that it will be okay because he’d give you everything if you asked for it, and that you changed his life for the better, you brought springtime’s flowers and winter’s shimmering ice and summer’s warm sunlight and autumn’s delicate, beautiful leaves to a life that was so repetitive and boring until you arrived—a life that belonged to the man you see before you but not anymore because its yours and it will always be yours.

Tears prick your eyes as you kiss his skin, worshiping each freckle and small scar you can reach. Your canines poke insistently at his skin and you ignore the urge for one, two, three, four, five seconds before your mouth opens and you bite down, hoping the small gasp that leaves his lips isn’t one of pain. You’re careful not to take too much but it tastes so good and who knew drinking from the one you loved could make you feel so happy and full.

Blanc looks up at the moon as you feed, happiness and adoration blurring his vision as he thinks about you, you who trusted him enough to bite him, to tell him who you were, you who stayed behind for him even though you could have left.

He stares up at the moon and sighs because he’s in love. He’s in love with you.

And after you’re done, after you pull away and lick the puncture marks to soothe them, after you press a dozen more kisses to his skin, Blanc still loves you. His blood is smeared around your mouth but he pulls you in anyway, kissing you with everything he has because you deserve nothing less than that.

And he loves you.

Over and over again, he loves you.

He doesn’t know how long he’ll be aging or how long you will have by his side, but he knows that if you will forever be his constant, he’ll come out okay in the end.

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Petit Lapin Blanc🐇

Chapter List

Now, where were we?

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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The Yule Ball - Blanc Lapin x Reader (Ikemen Revolution)

A/N; Part of the Series of Firsts event I am hosting.

Pairing: Blanc Lapin x Reader

Prompt: First Look

Word Count: 417

Tags: fluff perhaps ooc as this boy never got his route, i'm just winging it here folks, but if anyone deserved a fic for my event, it's this guy @vivislosingitagain - tagging you because blanc

“Alice!”

You knew that voice, bright and light, like a greeting from an old friend. And you knew that smile, warm and welcoming from the moment you met that fateful day.

But you almost didn’t recognize the man walking towards you. 

Straightening your back, you smoothed your skirt as the White Rabbit approached. The  friendly recordkeeper who you had met with frequently over a casual cup of tea was now replaced with an elegantly dressed stranger in a winter white suit.

He looked good. He looked more than good. Dashing and handsome, you wondered where this Blanc was hiding the whole time you’ve been in Cradle?

You schooled your expression by the time he reached you; the last thing you wanted was to appear like a lovestruck school girl.

With a smile so dazzling, he took your hand in his, bringing your joined hands to his lips and brushing a chaste kiss across your knuckles. His gaze met yours; why hadn’t you noticed before how truly beautiful his eyes were? Golden flecks shone under the lights of the ball like stars in his eyes, capturing your full attention as you stood there dazed.

He withdrew his lips from the back of your hand, his cheeks tinted pink like he had just come in from being outside. Your gaze was still fixed on his as he let go of you; already, you missed the warmth of his hand as a strange feeling stirred inside, leaving you longing for more of his touch.

He flicked his eyes away from yours; following his gaze, you watched as couples gathered on the dance floor as soft music filled the ballroom.

“Would you grant me the honor of a dance?” His words were polite, but his whisper was soft, yet sultry; words that were meant only for your ears. His hand was extended to you, in eager invitation.

Until tonight, you had only viewed Blanc as a platonic friend. As record keeper of Cradle and the first person you met in Cradle, Blanc had been a guiding force when navigating your way through Cradle, someone you trusted and was always there for you, be it with a helping hand or a listening ear. 

Slipping your hand into his, his warmth radiated through your body, lighting a smile on your face.

“Yes, Blanc, I would love to dance with you,” you replied as he guided you onto the dance floor, your heart fluttering at the thoughts of where this dance might lead you.

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 [𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝]

↬ 🐰 You dominate Blanc, and he enjoys every second of being your little fuckbunny.

Blanc Lapin x Gender Neutral Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Dom!Reader; Sub!Blanc; Blanc Tops; Spanking, Degradation, Master/Pet, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Crying (Dacryphilia), Orgasm Control; Praise kink; Pet play; Sexual Roleplay; Bunnyplay; Oral sex; Hair Pulling; Overstimulation; Object insertion (implied) • wordcount: 1,316 • masterlist

a/n: Happy Easter! Regardless if you celebrate or not, you're welcome to enjoy this Easter bunny as you see fit <3

"Fuck me harder, you filthy rabbit!"

Smack! The sound of your hand meeting Blanc's nice round ass resonates throughout the empty rooms of the house, followed by a pathetic noise produced somewhere deep in the man's throat.

You raise your legs higher, practically folding yourself in two to offer your hole to be thrusted into as deeply as he'd go - no, as deeply as you command him to thrust. Your position perfectly allows reaching to the man's already reddening ass, ready to inflict more discipline when needed.

Blanc's speed increases as he obediently follows the command, making you throw your head back. You can't help but moan at the way his cock pistons in and out of you in the desired way, much like a sex toy belonging solely to you. Though, the naughty rabbit attached to this sex toy seems to be enjoying it more than you.

"Haa...Hahh! I'm going to cum again, Master!"

You click your tongue even if your mouth stays open after it to spill more sounds of pleasure, your body tensing instinctively at the promise of another portion of cum disposed deep in you.

"You truly ARE like a rabbit, aren't you?! Am I really going to see you all spend and milked dry by the end of the night or are you going to fuck me until I pass out before that?"

Your little fuckbunny babbles something, indicating he MEANS to give you a reply...whoever, the movement of his hips takes control of the coherent part of his brain, rendering him useless to do anything more than to thrust into you. The smacking noises of flesh meeting flesh are almost as loud as his groans are, and the symphony of the two combined is quite to your liking.

When his cock starts twitching inside you, you wrap your legs around him tight, forcing his movements to a halt when he's as deep as he can go - the splash of his hot essence is not something you want to miss out in the rapid thrusting his body tells him to do.

"M-Master... Master..."

You let out a glorious hum, rolling your own hips to enjoy him to the fullest... it's the small sniffing noise that comes to your ears that makes you finally open your eyes.

"Are you crying, bunny? It must feel veeeery good to be squeezed and milked by my hole, huh? Now, I can think of another thing I want to see you do for me, and if you do good, maybe I can let you control your own orgasm, just this once!~"

You tap his nose with a finger, moving to take his glasses off. He doesn't question you beyond the confused sound he makes, probably glad that your face is in close proximity to make something out of your expression...else, he'd have to judge your approval or therefore lack of, in other ways.

Well, soon he'll have to.

You push him back by the chest, and he withdraws quickly, frowning at how he can't even witness the sight of your hole leaking with his cum...and he gave you a lot too. If he could turn your attention to it, he would've earned himself some praise, since he figured you wanted just that.

However he's not away from you for long. The next time you tug him in close, his head is pushed down - until he finds it between your parted thighs.

"A gentleman like you does this sort of thing best~!"

Snatching a pillow to prop your back comfortably against, you stare lovingly at Blanc's expression. He pouts at your words but doesn't deny you - you wonder if he is THAT eager to serve his master. Paired with the clear rose-gold of his irises unblocked by the frames of the glasses, you simply gawk at him.

It's almost a shame that he has to push his face so close to the hot center of your spread legs that those eyes fall shut immediately.

"Oh my god-"

The naughty sounds of his licking fill your head as wave after wave of pleasure is rushing through your body. You should tell him to slow down but he really is too cute of a sight to do that, even at the cost of your hypersensitivity. And even if your orgasm approaches too soon, fueled by the earlier heated round... what of it? You can think of plenty of ways to recover while focusing on your little lapin's pleasure.

Groaning in an almost annoyed manner, your hands shoot up to Blanc's messed up hair, grasping two chunks of it in your fists.

"Since— Ahhh— Since you don't have actual long f-fluffy bunny ears, I'm going to have to pull you by your— hair like that...!"

Blanc gasps, opening one eye to look at you as he keeps the tip of his tongue poking out and servicing you.

" 'm sowry-"

"Shut up and keep going, bunny! I'm close..."

You tug him closer this time, barely not leaving any room for breathing. He seems to be fine, and besides, with how much he's moaning, you're guessing he has just enough air to work with. The pretty tuffs of white hair are poking from your balled fists, and you smile a little at how cute he looks like that, rabbit-like or otherwise.

"Oh yeah... just like that..."

Blanc uses his mouth on you with vigor, savoring your taste and having his mind set on bringing you to the same cloud nine he's been frequenting since putting his lucky rabbit paw into this bedroom.

He puts his heart to the task, moreso than you could take, and you let the gradually building pleasure finally peak - as if teaching your own body about discipline, you dance around that edge while committing the sight of Blanc's face to memory, savoring the relief of finally letting go.

Instead of the serene easing that the release of this pressure promises, it's like electricity running throughout your body instead - merciless and vapid, legs trashing about and throat burning with a near scream.

"Haah! Blanc— Blanc I'm-"

He continues working his mouth on you, bluring the line between selfless and selfish - for whom's pleasure is all of this? Even after the last drop of your high is disposed on his tongue, he doesn't let go - no, not with naughtiness, indeed without any naughtiness at all - his moans are still of someone servicing under a command, lewd and also cute, if your hazy mind can judge that much.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

Your body grinds back against him as a new pleasure builds up - only to peak in another couple of seconds, hot and full of liquid against Blanc's mouth.

Only then he stops, and withdraws.

His jaw is glistening with the proof of your pleasure as he looks up at you - and his brows are a little furrowed, like he's putting effort into making out your lustful gaze without the aid of his glasses. He knows what he sees.

"Haha... see, Master, we are going at it like rabbits, but it's not just me who—"

"Oh you stupid white rabbit! You were supposed to be so sex-hazed you cannot even speak right! I'm going too easy on you..."

Well, getting him to cum again and again has been fun and all, but not getting him to cum certainly holds its own charms. Shuffling through a drawer of your nightstand, you take out something and clasp a hand over your mouth not to gasp, or chuckle.

Blanc sees an item introduced in the scene, alas, his sight is too bad to fixate it accurately. He blinks and widens his eyes at the familiar combination of orange with a patch of green...but what are his favorite carrots doing in such a heated sex session?

"Master, what are you going to do with this big carrot? Is it real? Master?"

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'Tis the Season for SMUT

Day 6 Prompt: "Why sit on Santa's lap when you can sit on mine?"

Pairing: Oliver Knight / Reader

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Genre: SMUT

Word count: 1,538

Warnings: Explicit, Public Sex

"Hurry up you big dummy!!!" hand in his, you pull Oliver through the bustling holiday crowd, navigating your way to reach the booth of a man dressed as Santa Claus.

"You pulled me all the way here just for a dumb Santa pictorial?" the taller man scoffed, pissed. He'd rather stay home and work on a new firearm Fenrir requested than waste both your times falling in line for a fake Santa.

"No! Blanc told me that this Santa can really grant wishes!"

"And you believed that carrot munching four-eyes?" his face twisted into a frown, then sighed in resignation as he saw that little pout that formed on your face. "Of course, fine. Let's go to Santa."

After a cup of hot choco and thirty minutes waiting, you two finally reach the front of the queue. A lady dressed as an elf approached you with a pad of tickets, "It'll be 150 Lin each, darling."

"A hundred and-- ugh." Oliver, clearly tired of holding his tongue, handed the lady payment for one. "Keep the change."

"You're not going?" you ask, a little bit disappointed that Oliver won't join you.

"I'm not sitting on some old man's lap." He retorts, his expression finally softening into a smile as he chuckles at his own comment.

"Go ahead. I'll be here." He gives you a little nudge, and you step closer to the dressed Santa and take your place on his lap to whisper your Christmas wish.

You signed a paper and gave Santa a high five before skipping back to a grinning Oliver.

"So what did you wish from the old man? World peace?"

"Don't be silly! Of course not!" you proclaim, taking his hand in yours and swinging it back and forth between the two of you.

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Later at the pub, you tell Blanc and Kyle about the Santa incident earlier that evening "-- too bad Oliver here didn't want to."

"I told you, I'm not sitting on some old dummy's lap." Oliver scoffs, eyes rolling as he takes another swig of his whiskey.

"Come on, Oliver. You could've done it for the wishes. I knew I would." Kyle retorts with a laugh, clearly amused at how Oliver is reacting to things. "So what did you wish from the old man, Y/N?"

You press a finger to your lips, push yourself up from your seat, and leave the drunk doctor unanswered to go to the restroom. But Oliver interjected and answered on your behalf, "She wished for world peace."

"Hey!" you turn to answer, but thanks to the alcohol, you fall a little off balance. "I did not!"

Oliver jerks your arm and pulls you flush to his body, saving you from your fall to sit on his lap. He snakes an arm around your waist to secure your tipsy self in place. "If not, then why sit on Santa's lap when you can sit on mine?"

Despite your cheeks flushing red, you straighten up and bring a hand to playfully pat his warm cheek, "If you can grant my wishes, then maybe I will. Now let me go, I need to go to the restroom."

Oliver laughs and helps you get up, but his hand on your waist never leaves as he walks next to you to the restroom. "Come on, dummy. I can't have you tipping over your own two feet."

From the restroom, you and Oliver head out the back at your request for some fresh air. You leaned on the cold wall, and he sat on the lone chair across you. You've had a little too much to drink, making you feel hotter than usual.

You suddenly burst into laughter and do an impersonation of Oliver's earlier statement. "why sit on Santa's lap when you can sit on mine"

"What was that earlier, Ollie? Were you jealous that I sat on the old man's lap and not yours?" you spoke between laughs, wiping the stray tears from the corners of your eyes.

Oliver smirks and steps closer to you, hooking a cold finger underneath your chin, he tilts your head up to meet his gaze-- an all too familiar challenging look in his eyes.

"And what if I was?" he asks, just loud enough for you to hear. He leans in even closer, far enough to feel his warm breath on your lips, but not close enough for it to touch.

"Well, you'd just have to grant my wish then." You teased back, hands snaking around his waist and hips, beneath his open coat and jacket.

You pull him close and kiss him deep. He responds in kind-- slipping his tongue between your lips and pulling you in deeper, and you only break with a light bite and tug on his lower lip.

"Your wish is always my command, dummy."

The alcohol, as always, has made you undeniably bold-- bold enough to push Oliver back on a seat and straddle him in the back alley of one of Cradle's most populated pubs. You run a hand through his hair and tug back, his open mouth welcomes your starved kisses.

His hands splayed open on your hips, and you instinctively grind against the growing erection in his pants-- slowly, savoring the electrifying sensations shooting up to your core.

Oliver breaks your kiss with a deep groan and tilts his head back to the wall. You can see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he stifles and swallows back the groans of pleasure that threatens to escape his lips.

You give his lapels a light tug and brush your fingers against his heaving chest, undoing the buttons one by one before slipping your cold hands in to touch his warm chest.

"Ah!" Oliver starts from your cold touch, and his hands grip your hips a little tighter than before.

"Mmm, you're warm." You hum, leaning in to trace a wet line from his pulse to his ear with your tongue. A hand of yours travels lower, caressing his taut abdomen before settling just above his belt.

You hook two fingers underneath the leather accessory and lightly tug them twice to call the man's attention. "Should I wish to take you here or to leave you waiting 'til later?"

Oliver brings a hand of his to slide under your skirts-- cold hands pressed against your warm thighs. Your breath hitched from his touch as he pressed a thumb to your center, feeling for your clit under your drenched underwear. "Think you can wait?"

You tug once more on the belt, deftly unhooking it from the buckle and unbuttoning his pants just like how you did countless times before; now leaving just his precum stained underwear as the only garment holding his cock down.

You palm him through his underwear for a good few strokes before pulling down the cloth to spring free his hard cock. You wrap him in your hand and pump languidly, applying pressure and twisting at all the sensitive areas. A mix of curses and moans escape Oliver's lips as he writhes underneath your touch, and his hands grip your legs tighter.

"Think you can wait, Oliver?"

He responds by pulling you closer with a breathless curse. "Fuck, Y/N."

"What was that?" you tease, slowing down your ministrations to a pause at his base, fondling the gems underneath.

"Mmm, Y/N please..." Oliver shudders, steel grey eyes shutting close before gazing into yours.

"Please what?"

"Take me."

Oliver's answer sounded more like a growl-- needy and hungry, but unable to do as pleased because of certain restraints.

You gave him a knowing smirk, and he tugged your underwear down, helping you to free yourself from the distracting garment before pocketing it in his coat.

You poised yourself back over him, hands propped on his shoulders as you slowly sunk down on his length. A long drawn moan slipped past your lips at the feeling of him filling you up to the brim.

You rolled your hips and started grinding, then slightly bouncing to feel him hit that sweet spot of yours. Hands tight on your hips, he met your bounces with thrusts, filling you in deeper and making your walls clench tighter on his cock.

Oliver slides his thumb to touch your clit, rubbing onto the slick and sensitive bundle of nerves and catches your moans with a kiss, ravaging you while your whole body trembles in pleasure.

"Oliver-" you call out his name in a shuddering moan. Like a switch, he catches you behind the thighs and pins you against the nearby wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he relentlessly thrusted deep into you, bringing you to the brink of your release.

"Cum for me, Y/N." Oliver grunted into your ear. Walls throb and body tenses, as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. His hips snap into you at a stuttering pace as he chases his own release as well, prolonging the waves of pleasure for both of you.

Despite the cold weather, you both were warm-- hot and panting from the passion shared at the back alley of one of Cradle's most populated pubs.

"Wish granted?"

"Wish granted."

#ikemen revolution #ikemen kakumei #ikerev #ikerev oliver #oliver knight #oliver x reader #'tis the season for smut #ikerev kyle #ikerev blanc #blanc lapin #kyle ash

[carnelianns]

Ya, always down for some ikerev. Something sweet for the Clemence brothers? Oh, and to celebrate Oliver’s new route, something with the grump as well?

i decided to do these 2 together n to make them part of the headcanon event thank u for waiting uwu

♕ - quarantine fooleries

Luka Clemence

“... Is this really a good idea?”

“Don’t worry, Luka, I’ve been through enough mental breakdowns to know what I’m doing!” You quip back with confidence, tying his mint hair back into different sections. 

Giving him a quick peck on his cheek does little to calm the worried look on his face, which only seemed to worsen with your reply.

“You’ve had mental breakdowns before?”

Your laugh resonates through the empty bathroom, sans the two of you. “I was joking. Slightly. Anyways!”

Before he can say anything else, you had already dipped the dye brush into the dark mixture, slathering it gently into his light hair. He hums softly in satisfaction, leaving you two in a comfortable silence.

… Which, however, lasted too long. 

“So you’re telling me, that Luka fell asleep while you were dyeing his hair, and you couldn’t find it in you to wake him up?” Seth says, voice all sorts of accusatory and disappointed. 

It had been hard enough to get his attention in Luka’s bathroom as you cup said man’s sleeping chin to keep him from falling, and you can only pout at Seth’s dissatisfaction. 

“Yeah. Now can you help me? Or, I don’t know, wake him u—”

“Boo!” Seth’s voice echoes loudly through the room, his hands on Luka’s shoulders immediately being pushed off by the screeching man who was so calmly woken up.

You can only hit your forehead, emitting a deep sigh at the pair currently groaning in pain on the floor, and the splattered hair dye on the walls.

Jonah Clemence

“Couldn’t you have found a bigger space to hide in? I mean—”

“Shh! You’re too loud, Jonah!”

“This is the softest tone I can muster—”

“Too loud!”

“We are literally hiding in a cupboard,” he deadpans, bright eyes glinting, unamused, even in the dark and cramped space.

You shoot him a look and, before you could retaliate, the sound of footsteps only causes your eyes to widen, hand shooting out to cover his already silent mouth. The footsteps seem to stop right in front of your hiding place and you only allow yourself to breathe once more when the sound gets softer.

“... Tell me how you got King Lancelot to be the seeker again?”

You wink in response, uttering one, single word. “Boredom.”

Silence reigns throughout the tiny space, and only now are you aware of just how awfully close your face is to Jonah’s, bodies pressed tight against each other in an elaborate position as to not give away your hiding place.

The light, or lack thereof, does wonders to hide the impending blush on your face, and Jonah’s flushed cheeks as well. Finally, after what seems like a slice of eternity, Jonah brings his lips towards your ear, voice all sorts of soft and barely inaudible, only causing you to shudder slightly.

“You got us in this position. I’m afraid you’ll have to take responsibility for it.”

Oliver Knight

“I can’t believe I’m letting such an idiotic thing happen to me. Seriously, did you not have any better ideas in that brain of yours? No, why’d I even ask, it’s already empty—”

“Ah, but you’re not pulling away, though,” you tease, mischief clouding your features as you smile up at the scowling man. 

He can only avert his gaze, muttering a string of barely audible excuses as a flush decorate his cheeks. The soft grip you have on his fingers tighten a bit as a laugh comes out of your mouth, filling the room. Oliver’s painted and half-finished nails shake in your grasp, making you quiet down.

“You know, Oliver, these are actually really cute on you.” Your compliment only causes the red on his face to worsen.

“Tch. Only a dummy would say that.” Scoffing, he then lands a gaze on his other hand, green nails decorated with intricate white lines and a few gems as well. “How’d you even get so skilled at this silly hobby?”

You hum, switching to another nail. “I practiced a lot on my friends.”

“So you… held their hands like this too?”

“Yeah, I mean, that’s how you’re supposed to hold them.”

“And, uh,” he coughs, and you glance up to see his bottom lip jutting out ever-so slightly. “Did you also do this to… other men?”

Your laugh resonates through the room once more, you having to set down his hand on the table as you take your own to wipe the tears at the corner of your eyes. Oliver only scowls, though the lack of insults indicates he’s actually interested in your answer.

Pinching his cheeks in the way you used to when he was a bit smaller, you shake your head, scrunching your face up in a way one does when pinching an adorable baby. “No, Oliver, you’re the first.”

His hand swiftly comes up to your face in retaliation, barely giving you time to lean back, tutting. “Uh, uh. We have to wait until the nail polish dries.”

He growls, stiffly setting his hand back down on the table. “Just you wait. I’ll get my hands on you when this is done, you childish girl.”

Blanc Lapin

“Blanc, don’t goooo,” your whines are muffled into his chest in an attempt to snuggle closer to the man.

“You know I’d stay in your embrace the whole day if I could, darling, but I hear footsteps a few feet from here.” You’re unable to see the softness in his gaze or the way his lips curl upwards.

His reply only causes you to whine more, throwing a leg over his torso in an attempt to stop the man from leaving the comforts of your bed. “Who’s even visiting with this nasty sickness going around?”

“All the more reason to open the door, isn’t it? They must have brought an important matter.”

You pout, only then looking up to see how he smiles almost apologetically.

The two of you have been lounging around in bed the whole day, your arms wrapped around him and vice-versa. He’s an incredible heater and, well, what better way to spend hours and hours of boredom than wrapped up in your lover’s arms?

Which explains your growing pout and the unrelenting whines coming from your lips. “So I’m not an important matter?”

Petty, yes, but desperate times call for drastic measures and you swear that if Blanc leaves you, you’d only be left to rot in the cold and loneliness. 

“You drive a hard bargain, my dear.” He chuckles, though your expression remains unchanging. Finally, after what seems like forever, he sighs, nuzzling closer to you. “Fine. Just this once, alright?”

You exclaim in satisfaction, pulling him closer. Oliver is left by himself to fend off a very drunk and troubled Kyle who is, unfortunately, in charge of finding a cure.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen revolution x reader #ikerev x reader #luka clemence #jonah clemence #oliver knight #blanc lapin #scenario #imagine #200 followers

[tartagilicious]

MC, jokingly: I should have Edgar kill you for that

Edgar, from nearby: who?

MC: wait, I was just kidding, don’t-

Edgar, already drawing his sword: No. Is he bothering you?

#should I start doing these for IkeRev too?? #ugh idk #ikerev #ikemen revolution #ikemen x reader #Ikemen Revolution x reader #ray blackwell #Fenrir Godspeed #blanc lapin #Oliver knight #lancelot kingsley #jonah clemence #loki genetta #harr silver #sirius oswald #edgar bright #Ikemen zero #Seth hyde #luka clemence #Kyle ash #Edgar bright x reader #incorrect ikemen revolution quotes #Ikemen Revolution memes #otome #anime #kpop #otome x reader #anime x reader #kpop x reader #Jimin-osamu

[mitsunari-sama]

Luka Clemence || Dizzy

A/N: I'm not very good at writing but I somehow managed to put this together.

In the honour of our Jack of Spades getting a route, I present you, a Luke Clemence drabble.

...

The room was dimly lit by the bright full moon, bathing two naked bodies in its sheet of white light. A small smile plays on your lips as you move your hands from his shoulders and bury them into his hair deep indigo hair. It’s rare to see Luka wear his hair down and not pulled into his odd hairstyle. 

He laid on top of you, burying you under his weight.  You love the way your bodies fit together. Like the two perfect puzzle pieces. You love his touch on your skin; his soft whisper in your ear, like a secret only you two share; the sound of your name from his mouth; his warm breath on your lips and the feel of his hair slipping between the gaps of your fingers. It made your heart race, your body hot and mind fuzzy. Luka made you feel so dizzy. 

You continued to comb your fingers through his hair. Soft, silky and a little dampened from sweat. Luka never lets anyone, but you touch his hair. Luka doesn't say it, but when you touch his hair, he likes it. And you knew.You feel Luka shift and place feather kisses along the line of your bare shoulder. It made your toes curls and you drew a sharp breath. There he goes again, making your mind feel dizzy and making you want more. 

‘More’

Your one hand encircles around his nape and another travels down to rest on his cheek, guiding his face to yours. You capture his lips in a hungry kiss and you feel his hold on your sides tighten. When you pulled on his lower lip, Luka let out an uncharacteristically lower growl, which makes his chest vibrate against yours. It only drove you crazy. 

‘More’  the voice inside your head yelled. 

#cybird #ikemen series #ikemen revolution #ikerev #luka clemence #ikerev luka #ikerev fanfic #ikerev x reader #luka x reader #sirius oswald #edgar bright #fenrir godspeed #jonah clemence #kyle ash #lancelot kingsley #ray blackwell #seth hyde #blanc lapin #harr silver #zero #loki genetta #oliver knight #ikerev kyle #ikerev blanc #edgar ikerev #ikerev edgar #ikerev harr #ikerev jonah #ikerev lancelot #ikerev loki

[mythiica]

Reader x Blanc Lapin - A Bunny’s Habit

Title: A Bunny’s Habit

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Character: Blanc Lapin

Genre: Fluff, quickie

Warnings: None~

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 243 words

Other comments: okay i lied about not posting something today; i cranked this out real quick because i couldnt pass up the chance to do a rabbit fic for blanc on easter

You peer over the rim of your mug of tea and catch Blanc twitching his nose in annoyance at the papers he’s reviewing. It’s one of your favourite things to tease Blanc about because he will vehemently deny that he does it. You know better though; it’s become a habit of his to twitch his nose when he reads something he particularly dislikes.

          Resting your chin on your palms, you lean forward slightly and make it painfully obvious that you’re staring at Blanc. You go unnoticed for a few minutes until Blanc’s nose twitches and he catches himself midway through the action.

         When you giggle, he tips his head up and looks at you. Upon seeing the smile on your face, he scowls slightly.

         “You’re so cute when you do that though!” you whine when he stands up. You’re worried he’ll leave, but instead he circles the table to where you’re sitting and bends at the waist, leaning over you. Blanc puts a hand on either side of you, successfully trapping you against in your chair.

         “My dear, if you wish to tease me, let it be in the bedroom,” he replies slyly. Blanc very well knows how to counteract your jokes, and now you’ve turned a deep shade of red.

         Covering your face, you shake your head in protest. “That’s not fair!”

         “Come now,” he soothes, stroking your hair as he stands up straight. “You’re so cute when you do that though~”

🐰

#blanc lapin #ikerev #ikemen revolution #reader x blanc #cybird

[chaosangel767]

Ikemen Revolution Masterlist

Updated 8/16/2022

Legends 

🔞 Smut 🔞

🍋 Lemon 🍋

🌸 Fluff 🌸

🍰 Drabble 🍰

⛈ Angst ⛈

💔 Hurt/Comfort 💖

Event Legends 

🔞 ☀️ Summer of Smut (2021 & 2022) ☀️🔞

🔞 🎃 Kinktober 2021 🎃 🔞

Notes

My Navigation post is here

Minors DNI with anything labeled NSFW

All Reader/Mc's are female unless stated otherwise.

Request Guidelines are here *Open to Events”

Everyone

⛈Pyrrhic ⛈

Lancelot Kingsley

🔞Shoulders - NSFW

🔞 🎃 Crimson Heat - NSFW

🔞 🎃  Empty Side of the Bed - NSFW 

🔞 🎃 A Lunch Date - NSFW

🔞 One Dance - Anniversary Special - NSFW  

🔞 🍰 indecently dressed (GN!reader)  - NSFW 

Jonah Clemence

🔞 🎃  Teasing the Queen - NSFW

🔞Bath Time - NSFW

🔞 🍰  Secrets From the Queen - NSFW 

🔞 🍰  Persuaded - NSFW 

Edgar Bright

🔞 🎃 Broken Curfew - NSFW

🔞 🎃 A Sweet Punishment - NSFW

🔞 ☀️ A Jack's Dare - NSFW

🔞 ☀️ Sunflowers & Pearls- NSFW

🔞Too Close- NSFW

🔞A Game of Silence - NSFW

🍰 💔 I’m Right Here  🍰  💖

Kyle Ash

🔞 ☀️ Doctors Orders - NSFW

🍰 🌸 Beautiful View 

Zero 

Ray Blackwell

🔞 🎃 A Present from the King - NSFW

🔞 ☀️  A Break for Sherbet - NSFW

🔞 ☀️  Mine - NSFW

🔞 🎃 Just Like Candy - NSFW

🔞 🎃 Desires & Sleep - NSFW

🔞 🍰 Coming for the King - NSFW 

🔞 A Lovestruck Gaze - NSFW 

Sirius Oswald

🔞 🎃 Lullaby- NSFW

🔞 🎃 Against a Wall or Over a Dresser - NSFW

🔞 🍰 A Defiant Little Lady  - NSFW 

Luka Clemence

🌸Out of the Kitchen 🌸

🔞 🎃 Kitchen Duties - NSFW

🔞 ☀️  Orange Creamsicle - NSFW

🍰 🌸 Replay  🌸 🍰

 🍰 🌸 Warmth & Comfort  🌸 🍰

🔞 Secret Moments - NSFW 

🌸 Lover’s reprise 

🔞 ☀️ Tugging My Strings - NSFW 

Seth Hyde

🔞 🎃 Leave - NSFW

🔞 ☀️  No Strings Attached - NSFW

🔞 🍰 We’re Just Friends - SFW 

🔞 ☀️ Stolen Away (M!Reader)  - NSFW 

Fenrir Godspeed

⛈A misconstrued Birthday ⛈

🔞Just one More- NSFW

🔞 🎃 Riding the Ace - NSFW

🔞 🎃 Fire & Ice - NSFW

🔞 🍰 An offer to not be refused - NSFW 

🔞 ☀️ Distractions - NSFW 

🔞 Another Round - NSFW 

Harr Silver

🔞 🎃 A New Life - NSFW

Loki Genetta

🔞 ☀️  Ethereal Moonlight - NSFW

🔞 🎃 The Mischievous Cat- NSFW

Blanc Lapin Oliver Knight

🌸Taking Care🌸

Mousse Altas

🔞 🎃 An Eve to Relax - NSFW

Dalim Tweedle

🔞 🎃 Intoxicated on you - NSFW

🔞 ☀️ Dangers of the forest - NSFW 

Dean Tweedle

🔞 🎃 Rainy Day Punishment - NSFW

Amon Jabberwock

⛈Pieces of the Illusion ⛈

Suitor x Suitor 

Luka x Edgar 

🔞 ⛈ Blades & Blood - NSFW 

Ray x Fenrir 

The best two out of Three - Crack fic

🔞🔞Polyships 🔞🔞

Kings Sandwiches (Lance/Ray)

🔞 Of Lust & Jealousy - NSFW

🔞 🎃 For Now only Lust - NSFW

🔞 🎃 The King's Treat - NSFW

🔞  A King's Order - NSFW

🔞 🍰 Alice’s Happiness - NSFW

🔞 🍰 A Tardy King - NSFW  

🔞 The Depths of Our Love -  NSFW

🔞 Sweeten the Deal  - NSFW 

Queen Sandwiches (Jonah/Sirius)

🔞 🎃 The Queen's - NSFW

🔞 🎃 Between the Queens - NSFW

🔞 🍰 How she likes it - NSFW 

Jack Sandwiches (Edgar/Luka)

🔞 ☀️  The Icy Jacks - NSFW

🔞 🎃 A meeting at Dusk - NSFW

🌸🍰 The Perfect Gift  🍰🌸

🔞 A Recipe Change -  NSFW

Edgar/Zero

🔞Guiding Hands - NSFW

🔞 ☀️  A Treat for a Hot Day - NSFW

Ray/ Fenrir

🔞 ☀️  A Royal Flush - NSFW

🔞 🎃 Commanding the King - NSFW

🔞 🍰Dared by the King - NSFW 

🔞 Another Common Factor - NSW 

🔞 ☀️ An Unfair Fight - NSFW 

Others

🔞Lance/Jonah - King and Queen of My Heart - NSFW

🔞 🎃 Ray/Edgar - Two Shades of Green - NSFW

🔞 🎃 Ray/Luka - Hallow's Eve - NSFW

🔞Seth/Fenrir - The Wolf's Den - NSFW

Headcannons

🌸How They react to a pillow hugging/ stuffy loving Alice II Pt. 1

🌸 First Period HC II Pt. 1 -   Lance, Jonah, Edgar, Kyle, Sirius, Luka 

#Ikemen Revolution #Ikerev smut #Ikemen revolution oneshots #Ikemen Revolution Masterlist #Ikerev #ikerev lancelot #Ikerev Jonah #Ikerev Edgar #ikerev #Ikerev Zero #Ikerev Ray #Ikerev Sirius #Ikerev Luka #ikerev seth #Ikerev Fenrir #Ikerev Harr #Ikerev Loki #ikerev blanc #ikerev oliver #Ikerev Dean #ikemen revolution dalim #Ikerev Mousse

[selineram3421]

Alastor List

Also known as: ML I Alastor🎙️

(Hazbin Hotel)

Taglist@+

Note: Blue is 2p Alastor, Red-Romantic, White-Platonic/Familial.

Headcanons

Alastor X Shy Reader

Child Reader

Alastor X Human Reader: Arson Cat

Inkblot/Toon Reader

As Siblings

Lovesick Alastor

Requested

Alastor X Chaotic Reader

Alastor and Child Reader

Alastor X Reader/ Angel X Reader

Alastor X Reader: Mimzy's Reaction

Alastor X Reader with ED

Alastor X Nerdy S/O

Alastor X Reader/ Angel X Reader: Hugs

Alastor X Human Reader

Alastor X Sweet Reader: Surprise Attacks

Alastor X Reader: The Radio and The Rockette

Love Bites

Alastor's Hands

Alastor Finding The Merch

Outlaw Alastor

Aftercare-A, A, H.

Alastor's Rut

Jealousy

Deer Demon Child Reader

Tumblr Works

Sleep Paralysis

First Day

The Red Mist

Accidentally In Love

Other Worldly

Requested

Power

In Your Control

Petit Lapin Blanc

Temporary Control

Hissy Kitty

One-shots

Giving Alastor Kisses

Alastor Giving Kisses

Light It Up

The Radio Demon and The Rockette

Red All Over

Little Valentine

The First💘

Making A Baby

In The Morning, part 3🌹

In The Night💕

An Adoptive Father's Day

A Scary Dream

In The Closet

Drunk In Love🥂

In Mind💕

Coffee ☕

Lovesick Alastor

Dizzy For You

Soft Love

Requested

Breaking

Promise Breaker

Again (R/P)

Kareoke

Dear Friend

Serenata

A Flame In Your Heart

The Taste of Leather

Installing the Disco Ball

Sweet Dangerous Thing

My Little Lamb

His Favorite (R)

Loud Static

New Year Kiss(es)

Thrills And Chirps

As The World Caves In

Attempts-A,A,H

Their Favorite

Coming Apart

Books Worth

Dream Demon Reader

+?

Alastor List II

Connected Series:

(H) = headcanons, (O) = oneshot,

(S) = short story

(Ss) = short story series

(O) Sweet Dangerous Thing, (H) Alastor X Sweet Reader: Surprise Attacks, (Ss) Giving Alastor Kisses, (Ss) Alastor Giving Kisses, (O) The First, (O) In The Morning part 3🌹, (O) In The Night, +

#x reader #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fanfic #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #gn reader #alastor oneshot #alastor and child reader #alastor & reader #the radio demon #hazbin hotel

[americanopouroverplease]

Sweat It Out: Chapter One

Seokjin X Reader

Word Count; 5,604

Potential Warnings: Blatantly poor use of French terminology, genuinely bad choice in nicknames, Seokjin making terrible dad jokes at the gym, scene stealing jungkook wearing muscle shirts & generally being an adorable muscle bun. 

Thank you to @ksmuttherapy​ & @shadowsremedy​ for beta reading for me!

Please Note! -- Reader in this story is plus sized! As such, certain descriptors will be used and if this detracts from the story for you then I hope you are able to find something else that rocks your frock! 

If pain had a soundtrack you were certain it would be the incessantly upbeat elevator music blaring through the speakers as you grunted and suffered your way through yet another sweat soaked set of heaving sumo squats. Your thighs were spread wide for all the wrong reasons as the lycra blend of your leggings were being stretched to their absolute limit. The grimace pulling at your lips was inherently reminiscent of the principal from Matilda and you were absolutely sure that in this very moment she was prettier than you.

“Dig deep! 10 more!” The trainer was already getting on your nerves with his ridiculous abs and insanely thick biceps. He was getting paid to stand off in the corner of the room while you wheezed and wailed like a dying animal. There wasn’t a single drop of sweat on his perfect skin while you groaned, dropping your weight low only to huff with the effort of lifting your substantial bulk upward once more. “Don’t let yourself down! You’re almost done!”

“How is this legal?” The screech escaped you before you could even think to stop yourself. Of course the only response your trainer gave was a low chuckle as he crossed his arms over that absurdly large chest of his. 

“It’s legal because you pay him.” One of your fellow suffering souls offered as he too continued your joint endeavor in self inflicted torture. “Look at him, he feeds off this.” 

“If you have time to complain you have time to do single leg lunges!” If you weren’t so preoccupied with the burning pain consuming your hamstrings and the complete lack of stamina you’ve built up over your years of working a desk job and eating cinnamon rolls you would fire off your best shots at the trainer. Instead, you settled for fantasizing about using your thighs to crush his big gym rat skull. 

“Don’t listen to him.” Your agonized counterpart called out. “It’ll only make this worse in the long run.” In between each lunge you chanced a glance away from the trainer and over to your new partner in complaint. His cheeks were full, but his lips were even more generous as he pursed and let out huge puffs of agonized breath. He didn’t seem to be out of shape at all, which made you hesitate in appreciating his finer attributes. The muscles filling out his sweat-soaked t-shirt were clearly defined, but what really took your breath away (besides all these squats and lunges) was the fact that his shoulders would obviously enter any room before the rest of him did. Was he even real? Or were you just swept up in an endorphin and exercise fueled haze of fantasy?

“3...2...1!” The trainer’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts only to force you to realize that this entire time you’d been staring at the broad shouldered giant flexing his thighs almost directly in front of you. If your face wasn’t already beet red from exercise the mortification and sheer embarrassment would do it for you. “That’s time!” 

You ran your own business, you were strong and independent. You sank down to the floor, sprawled out, and shut your eyes as you pretended to catch your breath in an attempt to avoid making any potential eye contact with the currently sweaty, also currently gorgeous and far too athletic man for your own good. You were a smart woman who knew how to pick and choose her own battles. 

“I regret everything.” The wheezing prattle sounded just beside you, surprising enough to be the perfect catalyst in opening your eyes. “I blame myself. I can’t stop eating, food is an addiction and there is no cure.” Shoulders was flopped on the floor right next to you in all your sticky, sweaty, stinky glory. He didn’t seem phased by your appearance in the least. 

“You should regret everything, hyung. How did you eat seven lobsters anyway?” The trainer, at some point, moved to join the two of you on the floor. “I thought you were going to make yourself sick.” 

“You know each other?” You were sitting up now, curiosity flaring as you shifted around and began to stretch. Truth be told, you hated every aspect of stretching, but if you didn’t the muscle ache would be that much worse tomorrow. 

“We’re related.” Your trainer smiled, big bunny teeth on display as he watched you push yourself forward and reach toward your toes. “That’s a great stretch, you can also lay flat, then draw one leg up toward your chest and rock. It’s really good for your back and spine.” 

“Cousins, and how do you even have the energy to move right now?” The breathtaking man was still pressed to the floor, cheeks puffed out as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. “Jungkook if I weren’t already dead I would kill you for this.” 

“You’ll thank me when you’re old and don’t have type 2 diabetes.” Jungkook grinned, “Y/N, the lump on the floor is my cousin, Jin. I’m currently trying to save him from himself.” 

“This face will still be handsome even if it has diabetes.” Jin retorted, then dragged himself up from the floor just enough to face you with a smile. “I’m worldwide handsome, but I do answer to Seokjin.” He lifted his hand, only to blow you a kiss and wink. What were you supposed to say to that? 

“I see.” Was he used to people staring at him? He didn’t seem surprised or offended when you openly admired his body. He couldn’t be a model if he routinely ate as much as Jungkook implied. The only thought that sprang up from this conclusion was a lurid amount of jealousy over his apparent metabolism. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” 

“Hyung! She didn’t even blush!” Jungkook wasn’t rolling on the floor with laughter but he was obviously amused by your lack of reaction to Jin’s flirting. He had one hand clasped on his cousin’s shoulder as he leaned exceptionally close to the man’s sweaty face. 

“I only have two options now.” Jin responded with an air of solemnity. His eyes were hooded, expression far too serious for a gym floor as he shifted his weight closer to your form. “I’m going to give you my greatest joke, and if that doesn’t work I’m going to beg you to let me take you out on a date.” 

“Excuse me?” You felt stunned, not only because the subject matter seemed so scattered but had this man actually just casually asked you out after seeing you at your worst? It was 7 pm on a Wednesday night just after you spent the past forty-five minutes heaving your weight back and forth in an attempt to convince your metabolism to decide it was finally okay for you to go from a generous 2X to a reasonable medium or large size pant.

“What do runners eat before a sprint?” You blinked once, twice, and then realized he actually expected you to give him an answer. When your glance shifted toward Jungkook the overgrown muscle simply shrugged his shoulders and grinned. 

“If I say that I don’t know, can we move on?” You pressed gently, not wanting to be rude, but also feeling a little out of your depth. You were well aware that your body type was not considered conventionally attractive. It felt suspicious to have the seemingly undivided attention of someone who could snag any woman or man he wanted with his looks alone. No one flirted with you unless they had a fat fetish, and you always steered clear of those types. 

“Nothing, they fast!” The joke was terrible, but the laughter that followed was even worse. You could only describe the sound escaping Jin’s throat as something eerily similar to windshield wipers scraping along the glass. It took a full minute of you staring at him with wide eyes for the laughter to subside. 

“She didn’t laugh hyung.” Jungkook was still grinning wide, leaving the rest of Jin’s previous declaration unspoken. 

“Do I need to beg, Y/N?” Instantly all signs of humor were gone; replaced by soulful eyes fixed directly upon your face. Jin shifted and knelt in front of you, his palms pressed together as he appeared to be carefully hopeful. “I will.” 

“For what?” You hedged, feeling confused at best, and uncomfortable at worst. You had signed up for this exercise class in order to try and lose weight, to build up your confidence. Nowhere in the gym agreement was there a clause including fit men who seemed out of your league flirting with you and asking you out on dates you weren’t ready for. Was he serious? 

“Please, Y/N, will you let me take you out for a nice dinner and delightful conversation?” 

“Where and when?” As entertaining as it felt to watch a man kneel and beg for your time and attention there was no helping the wariness you felt. Prior experience was a masterful teacher and you weren’t interested in being the butt of anyone’s joke.

“I wouldn’t dream of making your decisions for you.” Jin readily replied, his cheeks full and round as he smiled widely. “I’ll let you choose, anything you want.” 

“Anything?” You sounded skeptical, and didn’t bother trying to hide it as you crossed your arms beneath your breasts and stared at the man before you. He nodded, almost eagerly. 

“Any restaurant you want, I promise I’ll find something I like to eat. Food is a passion of mine.” You heard Jungkook snort beside you, but chose to ignore him in favor of coming up with the most expensive restaurant you could think of. 

“Fine. Take me to Le lapin blanc.” You didn’t feel nearly as calm and collected as you sounded, but he didn’t need to know that. All he needed to know was that he had to shell out serious money to prove his interest. 

“Perfect, does tomorrow work for you?” Shock registered, and then disbelief. Le lapin blanc was the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in town. There was no getting into the building without a reservation, and you couldn’t just get one overnight. 

“If you can get us in, sure.” You agreed, immediately convinced this was all a joke and you would be canceling your gym membership by the end of the week. 

“Perfect, would you like me to pick you up at seven?” He had to play the part until the end, you supposed. With a quick nod, you assumed the conversation would be over and moved to push yourself up from the floor. “Y/N, do you happen to have your phone with you?” That question caught you off guard. 

“Yes, why?” 

“I’d like to give you my phone number so that I can contact you.” Jin responded affably. “How else will I find out where to pick you up?” Ah. Right. With a little bit of reluctance you fished your cell phone from your pocket and handed the device to him. He smiled once more, patiently waiting for you to unlock it before pulling up your contact list and adding himself to it. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You took your phone back once he was done, then gave him a grin of your own. “I don’t split the bill, you’re paying.” Jungkook’s snort was no more elegant than the first upon hearing this and the chortle that followed actually came from Jin. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, beautiful.” 

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You finished work at four the next day, which left you with entirely too much time on your hands when it came to getting ready for this date. What should you wear to an expensive restaurant that had napkins that could cost more than your net worth? You decided to go with one of your favorite thrift store finds that fit tightly beneath your breasts and flared out further down your stomach. A girl’s best friend was always a nice empire waistline...Unless it made her look pregnant. 

The cap sleeves looked almost demure, which you appreciated since it was the middle of summer and you were not about to suffocate stuffed into a dress with full length sleeves or a high neckline. Makeup wasn’t minimal, but you also didn’t waste any time lining your eyes when all that would do for you was make you look like an actual trash panda once ten pm rolled around. Instead, you focused on your hair and took the time to style it and smooth out any stray ends or hairs. 

The chime of your text tone echoed from your living room, drawing you away from fiddling any further with the upswept style of your hair.

Did he really send you a picture of himself with a cut out heart? What sort of man was this? When Jin asked you out the night before all you felt was suspicion. Now you were convinced he was simply missing at least sixteen of the screws required for his mental clarity to function. You neglected to respond to his text, and elected to grab your purse before locking the door to your apartment behind you. 

Were you waiting for him outside? Yes. If you were fair to yourself, which you always strove to be; being early was on time and being on time was considering yourself late. You weren’t looking forward to this dinner, sitting across a table of refined food from a man who was so good looking you felt just a little bit stupid. No, you were just being punctual. Right?

Then again, Jin might not show up at all, even if he did send you that ridiculous text message assuring you that he was already on his way. Assuming that he wouldn’t, you could give it another ten minutes before you went back inside, changed into your favorite pajamas, and settled in for a nice long night of playing Stardew Valley. 

Unfortunately all your bucolic hopes and  8-bit dreams were dashed as soon as you saw the cherry red convertible pulling up to your lot. Of course, by this point in your evening you shouldn’t have been surprised that the exceedingly symmetrical Disney prince look-alike also had an expensive car. If he wasn’t even phased by the idea of shelling out for ‘the aesthetic’ it made sense that he would also like to drive fast and live rich. 

“Y/N!” The vehicle rolled to a stop, idling as its driver made a quick leap from the front seat just to sweep you up in long arms. You felt the ground disappear from beneath your feet and questioned reality as you gripped broad shoulders so tightly your knuckles turned white. The world spun around you slowly, not fast enough to make you dizzy but noticeable to the point that you didn’t know how you felt about being picked up in the first place. 

“Jin, it’s nice to see you again.” You smiled, surprised to realize just how happy you were he did take the time to show up. If nothing else he hadn’t stood you up, and he was so very fun to look at that all you wanted to do was indulge yourself for one night. Especially if that singular night meant ritzy food that you couldn’t actually pronounce on your own. 

“You mean it’s wonderful, stunning, amazing, and spectacular to see me again? That’s how I feel about seeing you.” His hands were still settled against your waist, but they were oh so gentle as he set your feet back on the ground. “I was thinking about you all day.” 

“That sounds exhausting.” You teased, drawn in by the easy humor he still displayed even after your repeated attempts at dissuading him from showing any interest. 

“Not at all, I find every thought of you to be invigorating.” Jin replied sweetly, his soft lips pressed flush to your rounded cheek before he led you straight toward the convertible. “It isn’t every day that I get a chance to see a woman’s thighs in action without being called a pervert.” The joke should have fallen flat, but it didn’t. You were caught off guard as you settled back into the seat and reached for the seatbelt. 

“You must have a great poker face if you’re a pervert.” That earned you nothing more than a good natured snort as he pulled away from your apartment complex. The drive itself was short, barely taking more than ten minutes. Altogether, he tried to hold your hand no less than six times. Once the convertible finally pulled into the parking garage you managed to successfully evade his grasping fingers for no reason other than the exasperated and melodramatic wails that filtered past his full lips. 

“You’re a heartless woman, Y/N! How can you say no to this face?” The door was already shut behind Jin, and before you could even begin to unbuckle your seatbelt the door to the passenger side was open while your suitor took the time to free you from his vehicle. You found yourself a mere breath away from his face and suddenly realized why every single romance novel was exactly as cheesy as it was. 

“Impress me enough and I won’t say no.” You whispered, eyes wide and fixed upon the chocolate and nutmeg brown irises that threatened to overwhelm you. Temptation washed over you, begging you to let your eyes drift downward toward the plump lips curving upward into a knowing smile. Instead, you pulled away and began that short walk toward the seating area. 

“Is that a challenge, butterbean?” 

“What sort of nickname is that?” You asked, absolutely appalled by the concept of being a butter bean, much less any one specific person’s butter bean. 

“My pet name. For you, so long as you’ll let me have it.” Jin purred, his large palm pressing gently and warmly against your lower back as he maneuvered you through the slowly gathering crowd of the early evening diners. If he noticed the shiver his touch sent down your spine he chose not to mention it. 

You chose to say nothing as the waitress led you toward a table at the far end of the highest floor. The further you followed the more you questioned just how Jin was able to get this type of reservation on such short notice. The entire restaurant was usually booked out months in advance, and the most exclusive of tables were on the top two floors. By the time you realized you were going -above- the top floor and out onto the roof you felt speechless. 

“Right this way, if you please.” The waitress spoke with a heavy accent, one arm out swept toward an enclosed pavilion that reminded you more of a greenhouse than anything else. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling in a rambling sort of pattern that draped gracefully around the countless flowers filling the room. There was a walkway, but it was surrounded by flowing water with only one bridge that could lead you over the threshold. 

“Jin. How?” You were too busy admiring the lush atmosphere, the live quartet playing soft music in the far corner, the sound of the fountain as it burbled and pushed the water through the avenues threaded through the walkway and flowers. The lights, the scents, everything was just this side of too much decadence and opulence. It was perfect. 

“Would you believe me if I said I have a few connections?” Jin asked with raised eyebrows. Eventually a table was revealed toward the center of what appeared to be a man made island in a glittering lagoon. 

“Well, tell me how to make these connections because this is the manner in which I wish to become accustomed.” You joked, eyes focused on the riot of Peruvian Lilies heaped upon one plate. It came as no surprise when Jin led you directly to the side of the table with the flowers, then proceeded to assist you in sitting down. 

“It was all sheer dumb luck, my sweet and precious butter bean.” Your eyelid twitched at the terrible name, but you refused to let it ruin what was otherwise a magnificent night. This restaurant was gorgeous, and you felt like a princess transported into a new and far away realm. The only thing that could make this better would be unlimited dessert. Did Jin have enough money to get you unlimited dessert?

“Would you like to start with a Château Margaux this evening?” The waitress was, apparently, not a waitress for she had all but disappeared and in her place was a seemingly young, also seemingly condescending man who held a bottle of wine over his arm as if it were the most dazzling thing to ever display. 

“I suppose that would be fine, Marcus. What else would you suggest?” Jin didn’t sound haughty, necessarily, but he did appear to be a little less concerned with the menu and more interested in staring into your eyes. A point that you promptly avoided by burying your own face in the menu full of letters and words you didn’t quite understand. 

“I wouldn’t dare dream of making recommendations to you, Sir.” The bottle of Margaux bobbled, ever so slightly. Jin let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh. 

“We’ll have the Pauillac, Château Mouton Rothschild.” Jin replied, his gaze still fixed upon your face as the original bottle vanished, only to be replaced nearly as quickly by the desired red. 

“Is the 2005 alright, Sir?” This was met with a nod while Jin’s long fingers slowly but surely wrapped around your own. His smile was for you, though he didn’t completely ignore the man. 

“Yes, that will be fine. Pre-fix menu, tonight?” A subtle negative shake of the head, and then a notepad was produced. “Butterbean, my darling, what would you like to have for dinner?” 

“If you insist on calling me butterbean it might just be your balls.” You simpered sweetly, smile entirely saccharine as you squeezed his hand as hard as you could. The resulting wince was delicate, though the wink he sent your way was playful. 

“It’s an absolute relief to know you aren’t a vegetarian.” His fingers flexed slightly once you released them before he picked up the menu once more. 

“Well, I could always eschew meat to spite you.” This suggestion was met with the exact amount of warmth and eagerness you expected. None. The menus were flung to one side of the table as you found your hands clasped in Jin’s fingers once again. 

“Butterbean, darling! My wonderful, beautiful, incandescent paragon of virtue!” Your eyes widened slowly but surely with every additional adjective piled onto his sentence. “Don’t break my heart! You’re too great a woman to do such a thing!” By the end of his plea your fingers were intertwined with his and his grasp was so firm that there was no escape. 

“We’ll have my usual.” Jin didn’t bother tearing his eyes away from your face, which was almost intimidating even as the waiter cleared the menus from the table. Your erstwhile suitor took this chance to drag his chair closer to yours. Now, instead of sitting across from this broad shouldered adonis, there was barely any space between the two of you. “This is much better, don’t you agree my bean?” 

“I will pay you real, actually money to stop calling me that.”  You let out between grit teeth. Contrary to your own expectations this man was getting under your skin in the best possible way. He was charming, goofy in a gregarious sort of way that put you at an amused disadvantage. 

“You couldn’t pay me enough. Ever.” He hadn’t let go of your hands yet, and merely leaned closer so he could press his face close to yours before performing an exaggerated imitation of a wink. You could feel the echo in your chest as your heart fluttered. Soft was beginning to become an understatement when it came to how you felt about this man. Was that even possible?

“You would force me to resort to blackmail?” Your lips turned downward, plumped into a pout as you failed to extract yourself from his warm grasp. 

“I wouldn’t dare to force you into anything.” Seokjin began proudly, his voice carrying as he straightened in his seat. “I am not above letting you ask me to force you though.” Your fingers flexed then, breath catching in your throat at the implication. 

“You couldn’t ask me what my favorite color is first?” You did your best to cover your response, though it was hard to tell if Jin was observant enough to catch your behavior. 

“I could ask you while you’re breathless and panting beneath me.” The offer came at the exact same time as your appetizers, which caused a distinct flush to warm your cheeks as the waiter set down two plates and multiple dishes. Wine was poured while your eyes drifted firmly to the table in front of you. None of this stopped you from feeling how direct and heated your date’s gaze was as he kept one hand cradled around yours. 

“That was blunt.” In all your years of living there wasn’t a single memory of any man wining, dining, and propositioning you so openly and with so much confidence. Then again, there wasn’t any point in which someone as handsome as Seokjin showed any interest in you either. History and experience was enough to tell you this wasn’t adding up. 

“You’ve seen me at my worst, bean. I can hardly look any worse so I feel my odds are pretty high for success.” Your hand suddenly felt cold as he plucked his knife up from the table and began buttering some bread. “I know exactly what I want from you. The question is, do you want anything from me?” 

You took your time considering this query. The table was filled with various food, most of which looked as if it wouldn’t fit into your calorie count for the day so you reached for the wine glass in front of your plate instead. 

“I hardly know you, I doubt I really know what you have to offer in the first-” You paused, eyes widened as you watched your date place little bits of each appetizer on your plate before he ever put a single piece of food on his. 

“Yes, my darling butter bean?” Jin’s eyes were wide, nearly sparkling as he smiled at you with all the charm and charisma of a seasoned politician. If he noticed your confusion he didn’t mention it. 

“Why did you put food on my plate?” Mortification set in quickly, your hands clasped in your lap beneath the table as you internally questioned every life choice you ever made. Was it just Jin that caused you to ask stupid questions? Or was it the atmosphere? 

“It gives me pleasure to do so.” His response was entirely effortless, his attention focused on piling his plate just as high as yours before commencing with a truly astounding performance. His mouth didn’t seem all that big, but somehow he managed to take bites of food that were so large you worried he was intentionally choking himself. The noises that escaped him were an uneven mixture of pornographic and cute. Perhaps you didn’t need to feel embarrassed after all. 

“Okay then.” You began to let yourself relax, hoping that tonight’s meal wouldn’t set your goals back too far. Besides, cheat meals were acceptable every now and then, weren’t they?

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“I know it’s cliche but I had a wonderful evening.” Jin’s car was parked in the lot next to your apartment building, his shoulder pressed into the driver’s seat as he leaned further toward your space. “I’m hoping desperately that you’ll allow me to bask in your presence again.” His voice was quiet, gentle and burnished velvet as he nearly whispered. 

“This might be a personal question.” You began your response, gaze directed toward your hands as your fingers grasped the seatbelt holding you in place. 

“Anything, butter bean, I’ll tell you anything and everything.” His answer was immediate, decisive, and firm. 

“Do you have to unhinge your jaw when you fit half a steak in your mouth all at once?” You asked your question, whispering this time so as not to break the hushed atmosphere yourself. He was being entirely too romantic for anyone’s good. 

“How is that even personal?” Jin exclaimed, shattering what was once a peaceful and nearly intimate moment. The expression on his face was comical, mouth dropped open and eyes widened in shock as he sputtered. “This is worse than telling me you’re a vegetarian!” 

“Oh hardly!” You soothed, grinning as you released the latch on your seatbelt before gathering your purse. “It’s a genuine question as to the mechanics of your jaw. This question is purely for scientific purposes.” You barely touched the door handle before Jin was out of the vehicle and making his way to your side of the car. 

“Science, you say?” That soft tone was back, though it clearly carried an undertone of heat to it. “You know the best way to find out is through experience.” He held the door open, his free hand waiting for you to take with his palm held up. 

“I’m not even wearing pants, how are you trying to get into them?” With your hand clasped in his, the two of you ambled slowly toward the entrance to your apartment building. You were surprised at how comfortable you felt in Jin’s presence, even if he did insist on calling you butter bean. 

“Never underestimate the power of your beauty, Y/N.” Oh. This was unexpected. What were you supposed to say to that? Was this man even real? Obviously he was, but could you really believe what you were hearing and seeing?

Thankfully you were saved from responding by the front door of your apartment. The two of you lingered in front of the steps, the beginnings of an awkward silence beginning to build. One breath, two, and then you opened your mouth to speak. 

“I had a great time too.” You mumbled, uncertain now that you were in entirely uncharted territory. You had been on dates before, but never really interested in going on another with the same person. 

“Does that mean I can cook for you next time? Or should I resign myself to only being allowed to see you as we suffer the agonies of my cousin’s training programs?” Something akin to mortification settled in your chest at the idea of Seokjin seeing you sprawled out huffing and puffing with a shining, sweating face once more. You would have to switch your sessions if you wanted to maintain any sense of romance. 

“Ah, I think I might actually switch my gym schedule.” You hesitated, frowning at the thought before you continued. “When’s a good time for you? For dinner, I mean.” Somehow you felt an absolute sense of shyness take over you. Coupled with the butterflies filling your chest the only explanation was an oncoming heart attack, right?

“And deny me the satisfaction of suffering with you?” Jin’s hand immediately clapped to his chest, fingers spread as he took on a truly legendary pout. This man should have been an actor. He was making it nearly impossible to deny him at this rate. 

“Give me one good reason not to.” Your last ditch attempt at maintaining your distance was a good one, or so you thought while the two of you stood in the cool evening breeze. Your door was just a few steps away, your humble yet cozy apartment just beyond a few locks and stairs. 

“Will this be good enough?” Jin’s face hovered barely more than a breath away from yours, chocolate eyes centered on your face as his hands traced up over your arms toward your shoulders. You’d barely opened your mouth to ask him what he meant by the time his plush lips made contact with yours. 

At first, you didn’t know how to respond. The kiss itself was unexpected, then the soft sound building and releasing in his throat was even more surprising until you felt his fingers threading through the strands of your hair. After that you discovered this was not a one-sided activity. Your arms wound around his shoulders while your head slanted to one side so you could deepen the connection. It wasn’t until he pulled away that you realized both of you were out of breath. 

“So, my precious butter bean, did I give you what you wanted?”

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Sirius, Luka, Zero and Kyle and how they take care of an ill MC who refuses to admit she's ill

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Operation: No Curry

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If Only

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Worthy

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A Shoulder to Lean On

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An Innocent Interruption (18+/NSFW)

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The Heart-Pounding Sunrise Trek of Bonding

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Wildly Off-Script (18+/NSFW)

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Cream Pie Antidote (18+/NSFW)

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The Future

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There’s no “I” in “curry”

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Mankai Company in Cradle! 

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Intertwined Roots

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Izumi Tachibana, Itaru Chigasaki, Tsumugi Tsukioka & Tasuku Takato

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Drastic Measures

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Sanada Yukimura & Sarutobi Sasuke

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Mankai Company in Cradle!

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Parting Gift [Blanc Lapin]

Summary: Blanc has a small parting gift to remember him by. Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Pairing: Blanc Lapin x Reader (Claire) Word Count: 562 words with a cup of tea Warning: None. It’s SFW. A/N: I was suppose to do a birthday fic for you, but then January passed.. But I don’t care, i still made you one! I hope this cheers you up @kyuuuuga, even a little! I love you buddy~ Also I hope Blanc isn’t too ooc hahaha

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“It was really lovely to see you today, Claire.” Blanc smiled sweetly, standing with me by the doorway.

My cheeks blushed over his words. He had invited me over for afternoon tea a couple of days ago with a letter, and I had been excited to see him since then. Being the records keeper of all of Cradle was tough work, so I didn’t want to impose on his free time. The fact that he was the one who asked told me that he had specifically set this time for us, making my heart leap with joy.

“It was nice to spend time with you too, Blanc. I really missed your company.” I tried not to sound too sad, realizing that we were going to part again in a few moments.

A quick frown crossed his face as he stepped closer, gently cupping my cheek. “I’m sorry I haven’t had the chance to spend more time with you.”

“No, that’s okay, I understand. Don’t worry about it.” I smile a bit, staring back up at those peach-colored eyes of his. “Everyone at headquarters is nice and friendly, so I don’t feel like I’m alone.”

“That’s a good thing to hear.” He smiled back. “Claire, may I leave you with a parting gift until our next tea party?”

I nodded my consent, wondering what it could be. His thumb started to caress my cheek, fingers lifting my chin, and soon his lips were on mine. I didn’t have the time to react before he pulled away from me.

“Blanc--”

He cut me off with another kiss. My arms slid around his neck as I pressed closer, kissing him back. Feeling his warmth so close to me made my heart pound. His arm settled around my waist as his fingers angled my face, his teeth nipping on my lower lip and moved to deepen the kiss. I couldn’t hold back the small whimper that escaped my mouth as his fingers danced on my lower back, sending shivers along my skin.

We pulled away from each other after what seemed like a long time. I took a few quiet breaths and saw that his breathing didn’t change, but the light pink tint on his cheeks made me think otherwise. The hand cradling my face reached behind him to take hold of one of my hands, placing it near his mouth to press a kiss on the back of it.

The sunset colors of oranges and reds bled into the living room as I could hear the faint sound of horse hooves coming closer. I almost didn’t want to leave.

Blanc opened the door, revealing the carriage pulling up by the end of his doorsteps. We walked together down the stone path, our fingers intertwined with each other’s. Stopping by the vehicle, he pressed a soft kiss on my forehead.  “I’ll miss you. But always know that you’re in my heart.”

“That’s really cliche and you know it.”

He laughed softly, opening the door. I hopped on and took a seat as he shut it behind me.  The warmth of his hand and lips lingered on me, easing the lonely ache in my chest as the carriage traveled down the street. It might not have been the longest date we had, and I can only look forward to the future ones we’ll get to spend together.

#ikemen revolution #blanc lapin #short and sweet but i hope you like it claire!!!

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Ikemen Revolution request guidelines [new!]

y’all saw this coming. bet.

I was previously only taking requests for dangerous fellows even when I labelled myself as an ‘otome’ account, not just a ��dangerous fellows’ account. and well, here’s my turning point I guess lolol.

the general thing is the same, (I literally almost copied and pasted the entire thing) but I wanted to repost this as an announcement type of thing anyway! I’ve been playing this game for about a month now, and I really love it. it sorta gets me back on the alice in wonderland high I had when I was a kid. so, I wanted to start requests for this too. for some reason, I get the impression that this isn’t a really big fandom on tumblr, but nonetheless, I still thought it’d be fun to start writing for them too. so, ask away~

(I’m only doing requests for the main 10 shown in the banner at the moment! sorry for the inconvenience)

ONESHOTS:

I am totally open for requests with any of the suitors; just give me a scenario and i’ll try my best to complete it in the way you were thinking. the more context the better, unless you just want me to fill in the blanks myself.

MATCHUPS:

as for the matching people together, there are 2 options. For the first one, all you have to do is send me a brief summarisation of your appearance and personality. and for the second one, you can send in a selfie [I can always hide the picture in the post if you’re uncomfortable showing your face here] and i’ll match you with one of the guys based on either personality or appearance.

(BE DESCRIPTIVE! please don’t just give me your hair colour, eye colour, height, and tell me you like to play soccer and read. How would you describe yourself? what is your general attitude and approach like? any pet peeves? what do you love? what do you hate? what do you look for in a partner or a friend? Are you a fighter or a peacemaker? i can’t get much from simple things. but, if you do request like this, it’s totally cool, I’ll answer it similarly so you know. (it’s completely up to you after that if you want to re-request.)

TIMESTAMP:

if you don’t know what these are, timestamps are basically just little short few sentences imagines, that are usually either really heartbreaking or really happy. context is appreciated for this, but for timestamps, you’re more welcomed to just give me a vague summarisation if you want.

SONG:

this one’s pretty simple; give me a song and a suitor, and i’ll give you a short blurb based on the lyrics of that song.

Just specify which in the ask, and that it’s for Ikémen, and we’re all good.

Thanks~~

#ikemen revolution #ray blackwell #sirius oswald #luka clemence #Seth hyde #Fenrir godspeed #harr silver #Oliver knight #loki genetta #lancelot kingsley #jonah clemence #edgar bright #Ikemen zero #Kyle ash #blanc lapin #ikemen sengoku #Ikemen Revolution x reader #Ikemen Revolution fluff #Ikemen Revolution angst