" " Silvio Ricci X Fem. Reader (smut)

"𝓐 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾" Silvio Ricci x fem. Reader (smut)

AN: Hello everyone! I want to thank you for your support all this time, I really appreciate it! I decided to write a Silvio Ricci smutfic since the boys are officially in the game! I hope you enjoy it~

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Silvio Ricci

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, Rubbing, thigh fucking, character eating his cum and the reader's, (probably bad English)

Silvio scowled at nothing, but the quiet of the night, that almost lulled him to sleep. His luscious locks fell on his forehead as he listlessly skimmed over the piles of paperwork that were gathered and sighed deeply. From the outside, he looked calm in a gentlemanly manner, but his heart and body yearned for more. The unearthly silence of the room made him uncomfortable, he didn't want to be alone. Especially now that he got so used to your loving company.

His blue eyes took in his surroundings, trailing from hundreds of study books, maps and candles on the table, and yet, he still found you. They fell on your lovely figure that came from the bath and watched as you sat right on the side of the king sized bed.

You were always able to wake up the fire inside him, a different "beast side" of his, that many didn't know. It was a fire that he couldn't calm down, not like he had any reason to want to. But it made him feel like he belonged to you, as much as you did to him. His heartbeat, like a storming wave in the sea, it only beats fast for you.

He hungrily checked over your body, which was covered only by one of his shirts. The soft looking, exposed skin made his imagination run wild and his cock to harden through his now tight pants.

"Silvio?" Your voice, as sweet and lovely as honey, smoothly reached him and he shut his eyes. You were so enticing, although it wasn't something he would tell you so easily. He always made you work for it.

Silvio hummed deeply and set his quill aside, on a blank parchment sheet, not caring about it getting dirty with ink, since his mind was elsewhere. With a simple move, he motioned you with a long, elegant finger to walk over and you obediently followed.

With a small move, he pushed the armchair and leaned back on the velvet fabric and waited for you. The moment you reached him, he turned you around and pulled you on his lap, each of your thighs widely spread on top of him and your back to his strong, muscular chest.

"What is it?" He hasn't said a word yet, so you questioned in a hushed tone, while nuzzling him and Silvio closed his eyes.

"Shut up." His rude comment made you giggle, since you were used to him.

Silvio leaned forward and let his head on your shoulder, his light colored hair tickling the side of your face and his arms circled around your middle. You took it upon you to calm him down and reassure him by threading your fingers in his strands.

One arm left your waist and the man behind you used it to open a small, nicely decorated wooden box. The inside was a rich, royal blue color and in it, there was a necklace with a delicate design. The prince always said that he preferred smaller jewelry, so he could enjoy more of you.

Your train of thoughts was quickly stopped when he gazed up and with the other hand, he gently clasped the accessory around your neck.

He hummed in satisfaction and delicately kissed your neck, before reaching up and behind your ear. He groaned lowly and moved your body enough for you to feel his dick poking your behind, to which you responded by grinding on him.

"Fuck…." You moaned when he caught your earlobe in his teeth and harshly sucked on it. The hand left your neck snf the other your waist. One went to play with your new necklace's sparkly chain, while the other unbuttoned the shirt and groped your chest and nipples. You moaned and started grinding on him faster.

"What do you want? If you don't tell me, then I won't know." He grunted as you pushed your own hand between your legs and touched his noticeable bulge. You then took it away and thrusted a finger inside your dripping wet pussy.

"Ahh, Silvio!" Your voice was shaky and broken as you fingered yourself on him, you wetness traveling from your thighs to his pants. Silvio wasn't used to you teasing him back and he was already intrigued by your moves.

"Put more in." He ordered and you did as you were told, a second digit joining the first that was already stretching you nicely  but it was nowhere close to what your lover could do to you.

"A fee moments of you pleasuring yourself, you regretfully took your fingers out and out them on his now dirty pants, that you unbuttoned and fished his cock out. Silvio sighed in relief and you stroked him before slipping him between the glistening folds of your slit.

You rubbed the head there with one hand and the other went straight to his heavy, cum filled balls. Silvio's breath hitched and he moved his hips upwards, matching your speed and urging you to continue with your 'mischief'. You stood up a bit from his lap to rub his cockhead on your sensitive clit. A bit later, you shouted his name and squirted your juices all over him. Silvio's eyes closed and with your help, he fucked between your thighs before he followed your steps and stained them in hot cum.

He shakily stood up from the armchair and let you sit on it. He kept your legs spread and he fell on his knees in front of you. His eyes found yours and held them there, as he lapped at the cum collected by the two of you.

You affectionately petted his head, asked him to show you his mouth before he swallowed and praised him for the rest of the night.

The End~

Grim Reaper Gilbrat

I needed a friend for plant wizard Keip

(Character of Cybird)

May I order a round of “I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” + Clavis please?

You certianly may. I have been giggling at this request since you asked it.

Not Grape Juice

Fandom: IkePri

Pairing: Clavis x F!Reader

Prompt: "I am not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” “You are not doing anything.” “But.. I sent you my love. Did you not get it?”

Type: Crack/Fluff

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Giggles escape your lips as you hide in your little fort to read. It is late, and you have stolen extra blankets from the maids thanks to a certain mischievous Prince. Having made a blanket fort at the foot of your bed, you sip your hot chocolate, letting your mind wander. 

    “Ooh Belle” the singing voice is slurred and loud in the silent night. Sighing as you pull yourself from your book, you crawl out of the fort and set down your hot chocolate.

    “Clavis?” Opening your door, he staggers in and you snort. 

    “I thought you didn’t drink?” You can smell the alcohol on him but he shakes his head. 

    “I did not drink anything other than grape juice” Clavis instists, but the flush of his cheeks and slur of his words tell you otherwise.  

    “Clavis you are drunk”  The simple observation has the prince pouting.

"Nokto gave me grape juice though" Clavis tries to defend and you sigh. Hearing the annoyance Clavis tries to cheer you up, staggering over ro you. 

“I am not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” Clavis staggers up with his arms outstretched to you. His foot catches the blanket and he tumbles to the floor, cushioned by your fort.  

“You are not doing anything.” A sigh falls from your lips as you cross your arms and glance longingly at the destroyed fort. So much for your quiet and peaceful night. 

“But.. I sent you my love. Did you not get it?” The words catch you off guard and you look down at him. Quicker than you can act, his hands grab you and he pulls you onto the collapsed fort and against his chest. 

“What? Clavis…” Unsure of what the Prince is talking about, you try to struggle away. Clavis only holds you tighter, his amber eyes pleading. 

"I showed you how much I love you" he tries to explain and you raise your eyes at him, caught off guard by his confession. 

"You destroyed-" his lips catch you off and you taste the wine he drank. 

"Grape juice my ass" murmuring against his lips you melt against him. Mind swimming and wondering if this was real, or just a drunk Clavis at work. Slowly all the little interactions the two of you have clicked. Shutting your eyes you melt against the chaotic prince, chasing the sweet taste of wine on his lips. 

Hello, my fellow time travellers, Belles and Watsons!💕💫 I'm Mystical, a newbie otome writer! I've got some great new for you!

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So go ahead and leave a request in my inbox!

However, there are some rules you must follow before sending in a request. Please read through them first!

1. I'll write for Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince and Tears of Themis

2. Suitors I'll write for:

A. Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga Oda, Masamune Date, Iyeasu Tokugawa, Mitsuhide Akechi, Kenshin Uesugi

B. Ikemen Prince: Leon Dompteur, Chevalier Michel, Licht Klein

C. Tears of Themis: Artem Wing, Marius Von Hagen, Vyn Richter, Luke Pearce

3. All requests must be sent according to this prompt list in the following way:

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That was so lovely, I really love reading your writing 🥺!!

Hi! Sorry to bother! Can I ask for Chevalier x Reader with December 6th? Actually, I'm a huge simp when it come to him and anything else is fine too, so in case feel free to ignore — thank you!

Oh you’re not bothering me at all, dear! I love writing for the Chev simps, they always request the best things, haha. Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it! Happy holidays! 💝💝🎇🎇

Naughty Surprises [ CHEVALIER X READER SMUT ] 

Rating: E

Word count: 1,489

Tags:    Smut; Vaginal Sex; Rough Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Nipple Play; Soft Chev at the end 

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Part of ‘Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge, hosted by @voltage-vixen  [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5] 

DAY 6 - Wearing nothing but a Santa hat and bow around the neck

You exit the bathroom with slow, timid steps, already imagining the sight of your lover waiting for you on the bed. You'd just taken a quick shower, expecting nothing more than the embrace of a good night's rest in Chevalier's arms.

But now your heart won't stop hammering against your chest.

You'd never expect anything like that from your lover, and yet…

Hand lingering on the slightly opened door, you don't even peek for a look inside the room. Your voice comes out far smaller than intended when you speak up.

"Chev, I'm here. I'm coming in now…"

Raising his gaze from his book, Chevalier eyes the half-opened door with wonder. Why do you suddenly feel the need to announce your return in such a way?

"Go ahead."

Hesitantly, your hand pushes the door open and you step inside, gaze dropping to the floor almost immediately. In the next breath you take, you finally lift it up to see-

"I-Is something wrong, Chev? You look surprised."

The look on Chevalier's face is one you don't get to see everyday. Well, they say that miracles do happen around the holidays. You're starting to think that this particular miracle won't be ending here, however.

"…Close the door and come here. Let me take a good look of you."

Biting on your bottom lip discretely, you cross the room and watch him put his book aside, blowing off the candle providing him additional reading light. It seems like he is either putting an end to his day, or he's found a better before-bed activity.

Before your bottom can hit the bed, Chevalier drags you right into his lap, making you yelp and cross your hands in front of your chest to cover yourself.

"Why cover yourself now? You walked in here naked. You wanted me to see everything, don't you?"

His voice is stern, making you feel backed up in a corner and you decide to remove your hands before he does it himself. There is no sense hiding what's been already seen, and explored, and marked throughoutly. You present yourself to him, hands unsure of where to settle, until they find their way around his neck.

It could only be signaling him to take action. He tilts your head up from where you tried and buried it in his chest, and gave it a good few seconds to stare into your eyes. What is he finding in there? Is it the unsuccessfully masked lust you hold for him, or the embarrassment, or something else you're unaware of, in this vortex of emotions…

His lips are hot on yours. The way he kisses with the intention to make you weak, it always leaves you helplessly grinding on his crouch. Now though, when you're completely naked, the bareness of your core makes the friction a tad more delicious, which is only making things worse than any better. Because you can't stop yourself, even with the worry on the back of your mind that you could as well be already sopping wet, darkening the front of his pants.

Chevalier withdraws, visibly as short of breath as you are. He lets his hands roam, sending a shiver wherever the tips of his fingers touch - from the dips of your hips towards the swell of your breasts - and one finger curls under the little red bow on your neck, tugging on it.

"I think I'll keep this on."

Before you can react, Chevalier is standing up from the bed along with you in his hands. The santa hat slips off your head and quickly gets forgotten on the floor.

You know what happens from here on, hearing the tell-tale clink of his belt coming undone and the rustling of clothes. You try to arch your bottom more, eager to feel his length piercing you already - anticipation running wild into your veins due to finding yourself in one of your favorite positions. There is no need for another demonstration of why you love it so much, as the memory is vivid enough, but you're already receiving a good reminder.

Chevalier's swollen cock finds your needy hole effortlessly, impaling you down on it on one easy, smooth thrust. You feel him bottom out and you choke out a moan of his name, hands clutching on his shoulders harder than just to assure your steadiness.

Voice marred with lust, a raspy whisper tells you to undo the buttons on his shirt. You try and put your whole mind onto the task, albeit in a haze, and fingers slide down to haphazardly free him from the clothing. With the distraction, each time he slams you down on his cock it somehow seems deeper - the feeling agonizingly heightened just like the irritation that comes when the stupid little buttons refuse to go through their holes.

At last, you feel his bare chest beneath your fingers, inhaling in his scent as you move your hand to its original position after completing the task. The shirt falls from one of his shoulders, driven by just the sore intensity of his thrusts. You feel like your whole body bounces in the air, the room filling with illicit noises as Chevalier slams himself into you mercilessly time and time again, making you cum before you can even mutter a word of warning.

The feeling of nice cool sheets underneath you grant you with delight, as your lover lays you down. He pulls out from your well-fucked hole with a wet "pop" and you watch him roughly grab into the sleeves of his shirt that had pooled around his elbows, almost tearing the fabric away as if it's been annoying him to ungodly amounts. He kicks out of his pants, in a rather un-kingly manner as the rest of his behavior in those moments when his beast side comes out. When he comes down into your arms again, a heavy breath falls from his lips, as if he's starting to calm down, now that he has you under his claws again…

 You're not sure how many hours have passed, but at the end you manage to ride Chevalier to completion, milking one last orgasm out of him. Though, it barely feels any different inside you when he fills you up, your hole already full to the brim and dripping wet with your combined fluids. Pride rocking through you along with that good satisfaction, you're glad that Chevalier looks as sated as you are - no more shallow thrusts that build up into another fast tempo, no lingering hands pinching on your nipples to lit new flames in you. You flop down on his broad chest, making small, content noises as Chevalier starts stroking your hair lovingly, draping the sheet over your form.

The two of you stay in the silent darkness like that for a good while, both wondering if the other has gone to sleep. Then he suddenly speaks, albeit in a low tone.

"How did you come up with such an idea? That was far too naughty of you."

Fighting the sleep away, you hum, rather puzzled by his words.

"What do you mean? You're the one who planned this..."

Chevalier is quiet for a moment. If you didn't know any better, you'd assume he is just teasing you again, but you sense that something's off. You raise from his chest in a hurry, focusing your blurred gaze on him in the dim light. You speak up again, putting the puzzle pieces together.

"I went to take a shower, and when I reached for my clean change of clothes, they were gone. Instead there was only this…Santa hat, and the bow that goes around the neck."

He keeps looking at you and you can't make anything out of his expression. You go on.

"I thought you were the one who them there, telling me to come into the bedroom… in only a santa hat and a bow around my neck."

Chevalier huffs a heavy portion of air, as if having already solved the mystery.

"Well, it wasn't me. There is only one person who will dare to sneak in here and do such a moronic thing."

Your gaze trembles for a second before you gasp. Could it really be that Clavis is the one behind that…?

"Let's go to sleep."

Feeing Chevalier's hand gently push you down to fall on his chest again, you comply and lie down with eyes refusing to shut.

"Are you angry with what happened? I shouldn't've just go along with it without a second thought, I-"

"It was fine. I liked seeing you like that for a change."

Another gasp threaten to leave your lips upon this unexpected reaction, but your lips curl into a shy smile before that can happen. You only nuzzle more into his frame, enjoying the hand that finds its way to the back of your head again, lulling you to sleep with slow caresses…

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