This Is My 1st Time Making Any Type Of Request... I Know You're Busy...but If You're Still Taking Kiss

This is my 1st time making any type of request... I know you're busy...but if you're still taking Kiss requests, could I possibly ask for one of Jin Grandet from Ikemen Prince? Thank you. *bows*

A/N: a rain-filled day has given me some free time and so I am happy to say I managed to fulfill your request! Tagging @randonauticrap because she requested the same thing 💜

Jin x f! reader

Word Count: 510

Jin has held countless women in his arms. All sizes, all nationalities, women with social standings that span from barmaid to royal maiden and everything in-between. He has curved his strong fingers around bodies that melt into his touch, pliant with desire, lambent with need. His lips have traveled over the soft line between neck and shoulder, tasted mouths painted with expensive lipsticks and mouths colored only by the gentle stain of summer berries, and of course, most exciting to him, delved into the lush valley of various décolletages. He has appreciated every lover he has ever had. Maybe even skirted the dim line between lust and love. But he’s never crossed it.

Until you.

Now he understands the notion that one could have a thousand lovers, but when the right person enters your life, the memories of those ephemeral paramours vanish like mist in the morning sun.  You are that bright sunshine, banishing any thoughts of anyone else to the shadows, never to appear again. You are the only one he dreams of, the only one he wants, the only one who will ever be treated to the feel of his hands on your skin, the taste of his lips on your tongue. And the only one who knows that underneath the easy-going smile, under the rigid armor of his womanizing reputation, there is a heart of gold that beats with a desire not for sex, but for love. For tenderness. For acceptance. For forgiveness.

That is why for all his skill with fingers and tongue, teeth and hips, hugs and kisses, what you love most is when you take inititive and kiss him. The kind of kiss that starts when you catch his handsome face between your hands and lean forward, your mouth loving and gentle. It is this kind of kiss that robs him of his breath, that sends his heart into an unbridled gallop in his chest, the kind you can feel when you lay your hand there. You caress his cheek, smooth under your fingers, and you kiss the corner of his clever mouth, warm affection and satisfaction flooding you when his eyes close, his lips part, and he exhales, tremulous with disbelief. You love him. You love him and he does not know how he has gotten so damn lucky.

And then his mind empties of all thought because you are nuzzling his neck, running a hand over the back of it, pressing yourself closer against him. You hug him to you, his hard planes contrasting your soft curves, content to keep the feeling between you at a soft glow instead of stirring it into a roaring fire. You whisper in his ear how much you love him, how you will always love him, and his arms tighten around you involuntarily. Your fierce eagle. Your valiant protector. Your lover. Your best friend. He would be anything you need him to be if it kept you in his arms, murmuring luminous words of love into his ear that glide over him like warm drops of summer rain.

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Ikemen Prince Act 3

Note: This is a very rough translation. (I'm trying to translate this while I'm working xD) will edit it later (if needed)

// : alternate translation

"As you know,"

"Recently, the three countries of Tanzanite, Acroite, and Ruby formed an alliance."

"There are so many puzzling things about the purpose and the circumstances." // "There are too many unclear points about the purpose and history."

"If left unchecked, it will eventually dominate the entire continent." // "If left unattended, it will eventually spread throughout the continent."

Could it be a new threat?

"You want to talk about joining forces with Rhodolite, right?"

"Yes,"

"I want to be your friend."

"I don't trust you."

"I'm sure you guys have a bad feeling about this."

"一The day is near when a peaceful life will be shattered."

Gilbert Von Obsidian

Chapter 1: Of Pranks and Strange Encounters

Fandom: Ikémen Prince Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Fem!OC (Veronique Beauchamp) Genre: Romance Warnings: None | Contains sp*ilers of his route | This is a very self-indulgent piece of work | Cursing Word Count: 1.2k Prompt: Eight of diamonds - "Alternate Universe - Time Travel"

* The title and the story, in general, are inspired by the anime I’m the Villainess, so I’m Taming the Final Boss by Sarasa Nagase.

(a/n): I'm so excited about this, but I also can't believe I'm posting this when I've only written the first chapter of who knows how many. Will I complete this? Will I leave it forgotten in my WIPs? Who knows? Not me, that's for sure!

Anywhooo~ this is written for @the12thnightproject's Slumber Party REVERSE ask game 💜

With the back of his gloved hand, the third prince of Rhodolite, Clavis Lelouch, wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled impishly as he admired his handiwork. At his feet laid the weary and dirty old shovel he used to dig the mother of all pitfalls— the one that was worth all the blisters covering his palms. 

A snicker escaped through his dried lips. It had been an utterly frustrating week for the hellcat, and he did what he excelled at to let off some steam. Satisfied with his work, he lifted his arms and stretched as he stared ahead. 

The roses in the palace gardens were bathed in silvery moonlight. A gorgeous sight and no one to share it with, he thought while letting out a long yawn, feeling his bright, golden eyes water as he did. But even through the unshed tears of exhaustion, Clavis caught a glimpse of something a little peculiar.

Out of thin air, a dark figure appeared a fair distance away from him. He blinked a few times, not believing what he had just witnessed, before quickly crouching down and squinting his eyes as he tried to discern who the figure was— or what it was, for that matter. 

“Why are we hiding?” Cyran, who had just come back with a basket full of acorns, asked in a quiet tone. 

The third prince nodded ahead, pointing towards the figure. 

“Is that a… woman? Who is that, one of Prince Nokto's friend ladies?”

“I don’t know. She simply appeared before my eyes.”

“Like, literally?”

“Mhm.” Clavis furrowed his brows and mumbled, “How interesting.”

The redheaded soldier scowled as if questioning his Lord’s sanity but kept his mouth shut. The two men proceeded to stare quietly at the seemingly confused woman as she turned her head left and right. 

“Eh, ¿qué acaba de pasar? ¿Dónde carajo estoy? [Uh, what just happened? Where the fuck am I?]”

Clavis observed her and strained his ears to listen to what she was saying. The woman seemed to be in a state of panic as she continued mumbling about being on her way home when she found herself in that strange yet familiar place.

“Have you ever heard a woman swear this much?” Clavis whispered, there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Is she cursing?”

“Like a drunk soldier on a day off.”

Despite recognizing the language, Cyran did not speak Andalusitian, so he had no idea what the woman was saying. All he could do was read the confusion in her expression. He would have to trust Clavis' claim just this once.

 Before Cyran could respond, Clavis took one of the acorns from the basket and threw it in her direction. It landed near her and rolled between her feet. After squealing and jumping in place, she seemed to realize something.

“Ah, no es una cucaracha. [Oh, it’s not a roach.]” She sighed in relief as she crouched to pick it up, only to turn around and knit her brows a moment later. There were no trees around. She opened her mouth as if to speak when the two men stood up, startling her. 

“What a delightful reaction,” Clavis spoke, snickering softly as he slowly approached the distressed woman.

“Uh, ma’am, do you speak Rhodolitian?” 

Clavis stared at her with amused, golden eyes as her brown eyes landed on him and widened. For a moment, he thought he saw recognition in her expression, but he quickly dismissed it. He had never seen that woman before, and there was no way she would know him. Her gaze, then, landed on the redhead and lingered as though she were studying Cyran. 

Cyran repeated the question, as the brunette had yet to speak. She then blinked, as if being pulled away from her reverie, and nodded before answering: “Yeah, I… I speak, uh… Rhodolitian.”

“What were you doing here so late in the night? How did you get past the palace guards?” Cyran inquired, studying her clothes.

The woman bit her lip and replied, “I have no idea. I was on my way home one moment and here the next.”

“Are you, perhaps, an enchantress?” Clavis, who had stayed quiet, finally spoke.

“What? No.” She chuckled nervously. “I wish. It would come in handy. But, no, I’m not an enchantress.”

Clavis noted that she seemed a little more relaxed now. “Hmm.” He squinted his golden eyes and stared at her as if seizing his prey. “How does a woman suddenly appear in the palace gardens?”

“You said she appeared out of the blue, right?” interjected the soldier.

Clavis nodded, and her eyes lit up. 

“You saw that?”

“Naturally.”

“Then we can all agree I'm from somewhere else—maybe from another world, or from another universe?” Her speech was paused. She sounded bewildered, yet it seemed to the third prince like there was something she was afraid to say.

“Uh, this is weird,” Cyran let out a heavy sigh. “Are you playing a prank on me right now?” He looked at Clavis with tired eyes.

“Hahaha. I can’t blame you for coming to that conclusion. But, I’m afraid I’m not.”

“This is not possible. Is she a witch or something?”

“I think I just answered that question,” she huffed.

“Well, she certainly doesn’t look like one. Although, she could be lying.” Clavis murmured.

“She’s wearing strange clothes, though. Not to mention she’s speaking gibberish.”

“Hello? I’m right here.” She dramatically waved her hands. “And there’s nothing weird with my clothes. You guys just don’t get it because you’re from, where? The 14th century?” She scoffed, looking offended.

“And you’re not?”

“No, clearly I’m not even from this universe.”

“Again with that gibberish?”

The annoyed woman glared at the redheaded man, but before she could speak, Clavis spoke.

“Please, enlighten us. Who are you and where are you from, little bunny?”

The woman introduced herself and told them she was from the 21st century, and mumbled, “but, I am definitely not from this dimension or… whatever.”

Cyran turned to Clavis and asked again, “Are you sure this is not a prank?”

Clavis dismissed his underling with a mirthful laugh. It was evident he had been pranking Cyran a lot. “Oh, how rude of us, we haven’t introduced ourselves,” Clavis apologized. “I am Clavis Lelouch, third prince of Rhodolite.” His aureate eyes glinted under the dim light of the moon. He looked so elegant and graceful as he bowed down and gently grabbed her hand to plant a chaste kiss on its back. “And this is my most trusted soldier.”

She was still in a daze when the purple-haired prince gently let go of her hand with a smirk on his handsome face.

“I’m Cyran Rose,” the soldier introduced himself briefly, unsure of what to make of the whole situation.

But like a moth to the flames, she was drawn to Clavis, her eyes fixed on his. “Nice to meet you… both.”

Forgetting all about the pitfall, Clavis flashed the young woman, his newest toy, a mischievous grin as he took her gently by the arm and walked her inside the palace with Cyran in tow. He was already coming up with all sorts of pranks involving her and his dear brothers. Utter chaos would fall upon the palace, and Clavis would watch it burn with a smile on his face and a devilish glint in his eyes. No one would be able to escape the havoc the hellcat was about to wreak.

🌸 Masterlist 🌸

Even though I tried to focus the POV on Clavis… I feel like it’s kind of all over the place OTL

If you'd like to be tagged whenever I write a second part of this series, let me know in the comments!

My queen!

For the Snapshots of Spring, may I please request Silvio with number 8, fluff? ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: Here you are @ikemen-writer 💜

Silvio x f! reader

A part of the Spring Flowers Spring Showers CCC hosted by @aquagirl1978 and myself!

WC: 913

Curled up in a soft, white leather armchair, you sigh happily as you turn the page of one of the books you have discovered in the royal library here in Benitoite. So many books you've never read, so many worlds to discover. And when you raise your gaze, you’re greeted by a sight that remains simply breathtaking: the wide, alabaster expanse of the palace terrace, the bright blue of the twin pools, and further on, the darker navy of the white-capped ocean, eternally waving to you in greeting.

And then you notice something else. The small dark dots breaking out across the white stone of the terrace, the tiny drops of water plucking at the surface of the pools. Somewhere over the course of several chapters, the cornflower blue sky with its peppering of white clouds has darkened to a pale sheet of slate gray. It’s started sprinkling and instead of your heart sinking beneath the rainfall, it’s buoyed, lifting your lips in a smile bright as sunshine. Your book is abandoned as you jump up from the plush armchair.

“Signora.” Silvio’s attendant Carlo suddenly looks concerned as you head toward the wide double doors that lead outside. “Where are you going? His Highness should be back from his meeting any moment.”

You look over your shoulder, still smiling. “I’ve read that the rain in Benitoite is warm. I’ve been looking forward to finding out if it’s true!” Before he can stop you, you slide open the doors and excitedly step outside, into the now steadily-falling rain. A gasp escapes you at the soft feel of the water kissing your skin, dropping and sinking into the cotton of your dress, soaking into the strands of your hair. It isn’t warm exactly, but it certainly feels better than the cold rain that falls across Rhodolite, the kind that nips at your skin with sharp, chilled teeth. You’re so enchanted that you don’t hear the commotion from inside, the shouting delivered in the rapid-fire native language of the land you are currently so admiring. It’s only a few minutes later when you hear your name bellowed like a blast of hot air by an angry prince as he stalks toward you through the rain bearing an oversized, cotton towel.

“Are you fucking stupid? What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Silvio looks like a big, wet, angry feline as he approaches you, all coiled energy and springy steps, his cheeks high with color. He throws the now damp towel over your head. “You could get sick! Anyone with half a brain knows not to go walkin’ ‘round in the goddamn rain!”

You yank the towel off your head, unknowingly musing your hair in a way that looks so artfully disheveled, so complimentary to the face he has grown so unexpectedly fond of. The blush of pink across his cheeks brightens unwillingly. 

Ignoring his admonishments, you throw your arms out, tipping your face upwards as the towel falls from your fingers, sad in its sodden uselessness.

“It feels so good!” 

His jaw clenches. The woman standing before him, the one stretching herself wide as if embracing the rain and sky, is unaware of how her clothing is now coquettishly clinging to all her soft lines and rounded curves, maddeningly transparent in places, and triggering a wash of heat across his body so overwhelming, he’s surprised the rain doesn’t just evaporate upon touching his skin.

Flustered, he reaches out to take your hand, pulling you toward him with the intention of dragging you back inside. But one touch is all it takes for you to look back to him, through the veil of rain, and recognize the look in his eyes, the blue of the hidden sky, burning with twin meteors of frustration and desire. 

“So fucking stupid,” he rasps, the words barely managing to slink past his lips, his throat tight and tangled with emotion because you….Dio, you’re smiling at him, turning the tables as you tighten your grip on his hand, the one he originally grabbed, and pull this beautiful, rain-drenched thornbush of a prince towards you. And then you’re pressing your body, that body that looks like a marbled museum centerpiece, against him, proving you are indeed flesh and blood and heat. Your hands slide over the sharp planes of his cheeks, holding him as you press your lips to his, your mouth alive and eager. He tastes like rainwater and decadence. The tang of the ocean, the richness of expensive chocolate. His hands slide over you, around you, ringed fingers curling possessively into the softness of your hips as he answers your esurient kisses.

You hear the sound that escapes you even over the soft drumbeat of rain, the sensuality of a sigh wrapped in lambent desire, skirting the edge of a wanton moan. And you feel the way he smiles, the cocky curve of his lips still pressed against yours.

“Guess this feels good too, huh?”

You want to throw him headfirst into the ocean. 

You want to throw him straight down onto the terrace and ravish him. 

You settle for pulling away, blinking against the soft kisses of rain, the caresses it leaves on your skin as the drops slide down your flushed face, your sensitive neck.

“Maybe you're right." Your voice is glowing with how much you want him. "It’d be better if we went inside. And you warmed me up.”

His eyes flash, brighter than lightning, a wolf's hungry, gleaming gaze in the gray of a misty wood.

It's your turn to smile.

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