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Naughty in the sun

Naughty in the Sun

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke Randolph x OC (Julie)

Prompt: July 17th Playing dirty in a water fight | Summertime strip tease

Part of  Summer of Smut hosted by  @voltage-vixen and @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

Tag: Striptease Fluff Smut Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 1.715

Author’s Note: Summertime in Rhodolite keep everyone busy to invent things in order to ignore the unbearable heat that drain their energy, a lazy day off take on a naughty turn as the youngest prince give in a original idea to refresh himslef or maybe not with the help of his beloved wife, secretely loving the untamed side of that soft teddy bear she knew and loved since childhood, admiring what a man he has become through their love. 🥰

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It was a warm day in Rhodolite, the frizzy breeze of the past days nothing more than a mirage for the humidity was so high that day to leave no space to do anything even remotely productive, energy drained from the unbearable heat forcing everyone to slump lazily around thing two indolent lovebirds luckily managed to master after year of hard work in which they learnt effective techniques on how to do nothing pretending to do something, consisting in standing up and move things casually when someone was nearby.

In fact blissfully unaware of the documents stocked up in his room the eight prince and his graceful lover were idly hidden in his town apartment after having sneaked out unnoticed by the palace as Sariel was too busy organizing everything for the visit of the allied embassy coming to their country along their princes later that week.

"It is too hot in there." she sighed waving her hand trying to produce a breeze enough to refresh herself, failing miserably she let her arm fall heavily on the soft cushion of the sofa

"Maybe it is time to take off some clothes." a playful smile on his lips he brushed his fingers over the hem of her sleeve

"I already have, at this rate I will end up naked." she exclaimed, sighing softly brushing away a rebel lock from her forehead, he smirked mischievously "It is not necessarily a bad way to fight hotness."

she blushed softly "I have my doubts about its usefulness."

"I see you are too shy for that ... but heat is too unbearable to me to do nothing about it."

Slowly he slide off the settee placing himself in front of her smirking seductively tantalizing slowly he slide his shirt up his neck giving her a front row seat to his improvised striptease showing off his taut muscular torso as his arm flex to discard it carelessly on an armchair.

Breathing on swelling his chest up seeing her eyes locked to his pectoral, he faked ignorance sliding his finger over his torso until he reached his trousers hooking his thumb under the belt shooting her a lustful glance smirking playfully at her, she puffed softly as her legs brushed together in a vain attempt to find relief to the wildfire love driven lust has awake in them impossible to tame in any other way but giving in to its temptation, gesture not unnoticed by him that make his heart swell with pride in knowing to have the same effect on her as she had on his, hard it was for her to keep her need at bay especially if he was being so provocative and sensual on purpose, a dreamy sigh escaped her as his hand unbuckled his belt slowly letting it fall on the floor, turning his back to her giving her a nice view of his firm butt as he threw them on his shirt abandoned on the armchair.

Tantalizing slowly he turned to face her smirking mischievously at the sight of her green eyes wide like saucer as he brushed his fingers sultrily on his hardened still clothed crotch, while a red embarrassed blush spread on her cheeks in contrast to her pale complexion letting out an ever so soft sigh as his finger played with the waistband of his tight fitting drawers before lowering them leaving them behind forgotten on the floor while he sensually walked in her direction, wasting no time he bend over her caressing her lips softly a mischievous glimpse on his smile as lust flickered in his now emerald eyes looking straight at her noticing the way her legs brushed against one another trying to ignore her need, knowing her far too well to not see the edge of impatient and desire flickering in her chartreuse eyes always so innocent and pure showing off any emotion she was feeling much to her unawareness, she was so unbearably adorable he could not help but feel the deep connection that bonded the together stronger than ever as they gazed in each other eyes clear mirror to show the deep love they felt for one another, trying to convey all the affection and devotion he had he melted his lips on her in a sweet soft kiss soon to grow passionate as he entwined his tongue with hers feeling her hands dive into hair tugging them lightly to keep him close to her as her legs hooked behind his, reluctanlty he pulled away only to kiss his way down her neck and collarbone leaving a feather like kiss on the brown mole a little above her right breast, alike his making a smoldering bright smile appear on her lips tenderly he gazed at her taking her hand in his leaving a reverent chivalrious kiss on her knuckles as pledge of the oath he made to her since childhood renewing it once he became prince to use his sword to protect and defend her from anything and anyone doing anything to make her happy, giving himself to her completely body soul and destiny all for her to chose as they pleased in exchange of her love, thing she granted without thinking twice asking him the same thing he promptly did, confirming their love through marriage to scare off any potential and unwanted suitor that could have bothered their engagement.

Swiftly he hoisted her skirt up enough to slide her panties off discarding them somewhere in the room before he let his lips leave a trail of wet kisses and little lovebites on her skin, slowly pushing into her her hearing her delightful moan, bliss overcame them as they became one her finger dived into his hair holding him close as he melted his lips on hers once more lacing his tongue with hers while his hand roamed hungrily on her body massaging her breast swallowing her whimpers, breathless and panting he pulled away leaning his forehead to her looking straight into her eyes brushing his lips on her forehead in a reverent kiss full of devotion followed by an heartfelt confession of love enough to melt her heart into a puddle sweeping away any doubt and insecurity she had about herself mirroring his tender smile as his eyes full of affection gazed right into her 

“I love you so much Julie.”

“I love you too Luke.” 

Completely lost in each other eyes as they bodies moved in sync like one bringing them to the height of ecstasy with each might thrust of his hips into her making her moan his name professing her love for everyone to hear grasping his back her nails claw into his skin trying to steady herself amidst the waves of pleasure washing over her feeling his nimble fingers skillfully massaging her sensitive clit nibbling little lovebites all across her skin, it was dizzy and intoxicating, sweet liaisons of love linking their entire being to one another since childhood, giving them a level of intimacy never known, freedom no one ever experienced freedom of love of being their true self around one another knowing that no matter what he would have done, or who he would have become, she would have always loved and supported him promise she kept as he did with his, to protect her and make her smile no matter the cost or how much whimsical her desire was he fulfilled them and was ready to follow her to the other end of the world just to see her smile.

Gently he went to brush his fingers over her peaked nipple earning an ever so sweet moan of pleasure to make him dizzy with desire to feel her, to be marked by her, engulfed in her scent and covered in her juice pinned down to the bed all for her to take as she pleased, how god it would have been to be his slave, his pet to use and command around as she desired he groaned lightly feeling his manhood throbbing painfully inside her feeling her walls tighten around him, slowly he set a faster peace spoiling her endlessly much to her pleasure hearing her sweet voice became louder and higher at each lick of his velvety tongue on her nipple, pleasure he decided to give in sucking them ever so lightly growling at the sensation of her finger curled into his auburn hair tickling her sensitive skin tugging lightly his locks as he graced each breast alike.

His peace errant and feverish bringing him closer to his climax at each thrust, feeling the warm embrace of her walls became tighter around him, clenching his teeth focused only on her pleasure he fully ignored her nails clawing his back drawing blood and neither her finger tugging into his hair pushing needily her hips against his, until with a final snap of his thrust she came undone for him squeezing his manhood between her warm soaked petals covering it in her sweet juice whimpering at the feeling of his essence flooding into her core filling her to the brim with his release he so generously poured into her quivering walls, coming down from their ecstasy he kissed her softly on the lips before reluctantly pulling away, hearing a soft dissatisfied whimper from her lip as he fretted over to adjust their clothes enough to bring her to their shared bed pampering her with fresh sweet of all kinds to refresh her laying blissfully splayed on the pillows, nuzzling content into his chest letting him spoil her as much as he wanted for she was not the one to complain at his selfless gestures making her feel special, treated nothing less than a Queen as ever she dared say even better than real royalty for she had no duty to attend aside from the one she decided to do.

They stayed like this, enjoying a relaxing day off basking in each other love and affection sharing secrets and stories until late at night welcoming dawn stranded away in their cozy little world, a dream all theirs to see, a whole world to enjoy bonded together by the undeniable unchanged feeling they harbored for one another since the beginning and for all eternity under the glimmering and smoldering sun of their love.

Merman Silvio

Told myself: "hey let's finish before the event starts"

:') presenting the newest member of my eternal wip family

Ahh not sure if I'm allowed to request something else, especially so soon (thank you so much for that amazing Gilbert fic btw). But if it isn't too much trouble, may I request prompt 14 from the gesture prompts ("Pressing tiny kisses against your lover’s shoulder while they’re bent over a desk, trying to focus even though your touch is distracting them.") + Chevalier please? Thank you and take care and don't overwork yourself <3 <3 <3

A/N: Happy Belated Birthday, Chevalier 🎈

This is a really old request (sorry @atelieredux that it took me forever and a day to do it 🙈 )

Chevalier x Reader, fluff

Word Count: 772

Chevalier is bent over his desk, working by pale, yellow lamp light. Outside the sky is painted with swathes of stars and one big, bright full moon, doing its best to compete with all the starshine. He, of course, has no time to admire the view. He is busy, always busy, a mind that works ten steps ahead of everyone else’s and never seems to tire.

Your approach is quiet, footsteps muted by the soft, plush carpet. But of course, he knows you are there. He heard you the moment you entered the room. He could smell the soft scent of your bath soap and hear the whisper of your floor-length nightgown. He even knows by the sound which one it is, a confection of white silk and pale blue lace, a remembrance from the last time you traveled to Benitoite. 

You finally stop behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. He is stripped down to the soft white and gold tunic he wears to sleep and you can feel the way his muscles respond to your touch under the fabric, tightening slightly as if surprised. He does not stop writing, his white feathered quill making neat, copious notes in the margins of the document in front of him. Leaning forward, you glance at what he is doing.

“Why are you bothering with this? Clavis said he finished drafting this yesterday.” It was a letter to the merchant’s guild, something that fell within his brother’s realm of responsibility.

The quill continues to move, light scratching noises flying from the sharpened tip.

“Clavis’s writing requires a second, third and often fourth revision before it is ready for approval.” 

You watch him work another moment, eyes wandering over the orderly, slanted handwriting. And then your lips curve into a slow, almost mischievous smile.

You want his attention.

You have an idea.

You slide your hands across the tops of his shoulders and then down, the corded muscles of his upper arms, tangible through the soft material of his shirt. Bending, you place a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

The quill pauses its tireless writing. “You have eyes. You see I am working.” It resumes its scratching.

“My eyes are closed, my king.” Your voice is the soft, cloying whisper of satin as it slithers to the ground. You drop another kiss onto his right shoulder, this time a few centimeters more to the left. Closer to his neck.

The quill stops again. “Perhaps you should open them, wife.” His words are chiding but you feel the way his body is responding, as if your kisses have started a humming in his muscles, an involuntary purring in his veins. You smile against his shoulder, warmth coiling its way around your heart, meeting the butterfly-wings of excitement you still get whenever you are close to him.

“I’m quite content.” You press another kiss further to the left. The quill is still poised above the parchment, but unmoving. His beautiful, sculpted hand reminds you of marble, strength and elegance in perfect balance. Anyone else, and you would think they are fully immune to your touch. But he is not anyone. He is Chevalier Michel and you have just gotten him to stop writing. 

His resolve is precariously close to the edge. Time for the necessary push.

Your fingers curl into the muscles of his arm and your head turns as you lean even closer, your lower body pressed into the hard wood of his chair as you place a kiss against the exposed skin of his neck. You linger invitingly, your lips traveling the line of his heartbeat, the one whose pace is quickening by virtue of your distraction.

The quill flutters from his fingers to the desk, tiny droplets of ink scattering in its wake.

Edge, meet Chevalier.

He moves with the fluidity of a large feline. One moment you're kissing his neck, the next your feet leave the carpet and the room tilts as you are scooped up into strong arms with such speed that you gasp, half in surprise and half in delight, as he strides towards the bed.

“You have distracted the king from his work, simpleton. That cannot go unpunished.” You hear the heat in his words, see the smile that pulls on his tempting lips.

Unceremoniously you are tossed onto the bed. You scramble to push yourself up on your elbows, watching him with bright eyes and cantering heart as he reaches down, pulling his tunic over his head in a single, graceful movement. And then his long, lean body is covering yours and your hands are winding through the moonlight of his hair.

Triumph flows through you, riding growing waves of want. 

If this is punishment, may you always be guilty.

Tagging 📜: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesroseforclavis @somekidnamedkai @ikemen-prince-writers-posts @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @ikehoe @redheadkittys @themysticalbeing @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @leotoru @ariamichel @kpop-and-otome @queen-dahlia @moonstruck-writing @scorchieart

Hiya, Vi! 💜

May I please request Clavis + 5 + Fall Fluff? 💕

Thank you so much in advance 🙈🥰

A/N: A second Clavis fic in a row. Reading his route is doing something to me 😆

Pure fluff

Word Count: 1054

“Sweetheart.”

You look up from the book you’re reading to find your husband leaning back, arm lazily slung over the back of the desk chair, his handsome brow furrowed slightly as he stares at you. Outside the cold autumn rain drip drip drips from an endless sky of soft gray clouds. The wind yanks brown leaves from swaying trees, scattering them everywhere. It catches the chilled raindrops as they fall from the clouds and flings them around, careless and gleeful as a destructive child. It truly is an evening to stay inside.

“Yes, Clavis?” 

“I’m just reading over a letter concerning the latest shipment of Jadean wool, which reminded me.”

Uh oh. You had hoped he had forgotten. 

“Didn’t you say, way back at the beginning of summer, that you were using this exact wool to knit me a sweater?”

Damn him and his excellent memory. You had hoped that maybe little things like, oh, your wedding, would have kicked this tidbit of information out of the steel-trap that is his mind. You also should know better.

“Oh, that.” You drop your gaze back to your book, shrugging your shoulder in a way you hope looks both casual and elegant. 

He knows you too well. You have now piqued his interest with the intensity of your “do-not-ask-me-about-this” response. He abandons the letter and gets up from the desk, walking over to the window seat where you are curled up, still pointedly not looking at him.

“Did you finish it?”

You purse your lips, lowering your nose to the page of your book, pretending to be deeply, deeply interested in whatever is happening there. You however do not lie to your husband so you answer with a small, high-pitched “Yes.”

Delight brightens the gold of his eyes like sunlight illuminating a pirate's treasure chest of coins. Your book is lifted out of your hands with all the enthusiasm of a toddler tossing aside a boring toy. 

“Show me!” 

You want to say no but he is smiling and it’s that honest, wide-open, field-soaked-in-sunshine smile that he only deploys when you are around. The smile that you would take on an army for, the whole damn world for. The one that keeps your heart alight.

With a sigh like a white flag of defeat, you slide off the window seat much the same way the raindrops are sliding down the window pane. His gaze follows you as you make your way to the brown leather trunk at the foot of your bed. Kneeling, you suppress the urge to sigh a second time as you lift the heavy lid and reach down, past the soft blankets and sheets, past the silken ribbons and pillow cases, until you reach the bottom where your fingers search for and then find the soft, hidden Jadean wool.

Carefully you lift it from its grave at the bottom of the trunk and it is reborn in the light of your bedroom, a mass of lavender and yellow wool that makes you cringe just looking at it.

There is a sparkle in his eyes you can’t quite read. Is he aware that this is going to be a huge disaster or is he genuinely excited and are they really mutually exclusive? You turn, biting back the groan that is struggling to escape your throat and thrust the mass of wool into his arms.

“Here.” Might as well get it over with. He’ll see it is a horrible monster of a sweater and he’ll take it off immediately, probably with a teasing, but very truthful poke at how truly awful it is. There’s a reason you banished it to the bottom of the trunk without breathing a word of it to him.

Clavis strolls over to the full length mirror in the corner of the bedroom and shakes it out. You already see the too-long sleeves, the uneven hem, the odd, half-turtleneck collar you couldn’t quite decide on. You pinch the bridge of your nose, a swimmer readying herself to dive into unpleasant, freezing water. 

“The colors are so unique.” 

You had been trying for lavender and gold. What you got was muddy purple and an obnoxiously bright yellow, a color that screams for attention and then does nothing at all to deserve it. He tips the wool bush over, searching for the opening and then before you can stop him, pulls it over his head and you watch as it swallows him whole.

There is some wiggling and then with a sharp intake of air, his head of soft navy hair pops out from the misshapen collar. Oh this is so much worse than you feared. His arms are still lost somewhere in the labyrinth of warm wool. You can see them, wiggling around under the material, searching for the entrance to the sleeves, which hang down like a sad, droopy mustache. 

“Clavis….” you start to say, ready to draw a sword and rescue him, but then the most amazing thing happens. He spins around, arms still struggling under the sweater which has glommed onto him and refuses to let go and his eyes are wide with wonder.

“Sweetheart…….is this……did you make me……a trap?”

Your brain malfunctions as it tries to process what he said. Your mouth realizes that the brain is useless and helpfully takes the wheel.

“Yes. Yes I did.”

He beams, his eyes turning into pools of gold, soft with love and disbelief at your thoughtfulness. Still trying to free his arms from the maze of your sweater, he manages to walk over to where you are standing. He leans towards you and you quickly step forward, meeting him halfway so he doesn’t tip over.

He plants one sweet, affectionate kiss on your cheek and then for good measure, adds another one right next to it. When he leans back, you see the delight painted all over his face.

“I love you,” he says, his grin as bright as sunlight on raindrops. “Now let’s see how long it takes me to get free!”

You sink down slowly onto the trunk at the foot of your bed, a half-smile on your lips, a whole ocean of love in your heart.

“I love you too,” you sigh, watching him entangle himself further in the nightmare of a sweater. “I love you too.”

🧶

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