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Kinktober Day 4: Keith Howell x (fem.) Reader
AN: Hello again everyone! Please forgive me for taking so long to post, real life is taking too much time, but i promise to do it more often now that i took care of some things! Thank you very much for supporting me!! I hope you enjoy the fic~
Warnings: Smut, nsfw, light bondage, creampie, (bad English), act 2 prince!!
Fandom: Ikemen Prince
Character: Keith Howell
"It's okay, I'm here. Just breathe"
Jade's first prince whispered lowly, his voice rather deep and husky but carrying a tone as sweet as honey and as dangerous as a wild beast's growl.
Your blindfolded eyes shielded you from seeing anything at all, except for the soft light illuminating from the vintage lamp on your side. Your senses were heightened to the maximum, which made it easier to predict his moves just from his heavy breathing to your sensitive ears.
Unlike you, Keith could clearly see your body, which was naked, with blooming red and purple love bites. He trailed his eyes upwards on the headboard and saw how the silver chains gripping around your delicate hands were marking your skin as you struggled to free yourself while he was touching, just like a rose and it's thorns.
He gently bent over and kissed around the wounds, promising that he'll take care of them before they leave a scar, to which you answered by humping his free hand that was placed snugly between your thighs. His fingers softly traced the lips and went straight to your clit. Keith pinched it lightly, before letting himself be guided by your breathy groans, waiting to be ordered to go to where you needed him the most.
His other digits were big and rough after years of training with a sword. You could feel every little detail as they slowly pushed inside you and out. Keith picked up a rhythm he preferred to use on you, so you wouldn't finish yet, and kept it up for a few minutes before you got exhausted.
Although he always looked serious although sweet, he was more bold than one who didn't know him could imagine. And you were reminded of it the moment his lips kissed and suckled under your chest, down to your stomach and finally to your wet core.
He gave a sigh of approval, a joyous look taking over the seriousness. The tall prince moved your body downwards, the chains rattling loudly, and pushed his tongue between your folds. Your wetness coated his tongue in mere seconds as it licked your insides. It was almost too much for him, so he palmed himself with small pressure.
"Keith...mo-more...please ahh" You pleaded with all you had left from being overstimulated. The bright haired man lapped at you a few more times, before withdrawing. He gracefully touched the blindfold with his thumb and index-finger, before ripping it off and throwing it on the floor, where the rest of the clothes were.
Your eyes didn't take long to adjust, but seeing him naked and hovering on top of you made you blush, your cheeks turning rosy and bringing a smile to his usually gloomy face.
Keith leaned and pecked your lips sweetly, his cock already in his hand, teasing your heat. He was big and girthy, so he made sure to be ready for you.
His hips thrusted forward and he was met with little resistance before penetrating you. You clenched around him and after you got used to his size, you loosened up your muscles.
You were both moaning in pleasure, finally lost to each other, like you did many times before. You arched your back and it collided with his big, strong chest. His arms wrapped around your middle securely and you were lifted up slightly, as much as the chains let you, before he rammed into you once more.
Not much later, you thrashed and screamed before cumming on his dick and him following swiftly after to your bliss. His hot cum painted your insides and dripped down your thighs to his.
Keith embraced you tighter and nuzzled your neck. He whispered tiny i-love-yous, while waiting for you to calm down from your orgasm and let him take care of you for the rest of the night.
The End~
So I am back and saw that Keip went shopping for a new uniform?? 👀👀
⚠️KEITH HOWELL ROUTE SPOILERS WARNING!⚠️
I noticed something in his story, which made me wonder (I will put it under the cut!):
When he started telling Mc the reason his second personality was born, he thought back to the past. Keep in mind that Keith is many times called a "tree" by the rest of the characters (and even his little bird believes in that).
It was mentioned by Gilbert how he (Keith) lost someone very precious to him before, which shows the importance his little brother (Tio) had in his life.
Now back to the flashback, Keith was running with his little brother through the unknown, scary forest, until he noticed a tree that was hollow, and he hid him there, telling him to not leave. But Tio wanted to protect him as well, knowing the burden Keith carried all this time from the pressure put on him, so when Keith was on the ground and ready for the sword of the enemy to kill him, he felt the weight of his brother, who got killed instead.
This made me think how that the tree truly represented Keith and how he feels about his brother. He was "hollow", but happy he could protect him, and the tree protected Tio inside it. It was as if his life became "full". Yet, the moment Tio left, the tree became hollow again, and it's how Keith feels for the loss of his brother, and his inability to make their promise with each other to come true.
Just a random thing🥲
HELLO INK🥺💖 How are you doing? I hope you are taking care!
I see that requests for ikepri are open👀👌🏻
May I ask for Keith, with a reader/lover who likes making puns about plants? 😌
Good luck on your writing🥺💕
╰┈➤ Aloe you vera much
Character: Keith Howell x reader
Fandom: Ikemen Prince
Warnings: Some slight spoilers from his route and the act 2 prologue
Ink's note: If it isn't my favorite Nadi!!! I was so happy when I saw your request in my inbox and I just love this ask because it's so unique haha. I hope I did this justice and that you and the other readers like it even though it's short <3
Keith loved many things about you. Your kind nature, radiant smile, cute laugh, shiny smooth hair-
Okay, he could go on and on about the million things he adored about you. But how could he not? The prince was still in shock that you reciprocated his feelings and even more surprised at the fact that he was in a relationship with such a beautiful and kind person!
The Gods were being very kind to him when they blessed him the chance to meet you that day.
It was that night when he had come to Rhodolite for the meeting. Keith stood outside in the balcony, looking at the stars in the sky. Your footsteps were light as you stood a few feet away from where he was standing.
Idiot, why do you keep staring at her?
He questioned himself, but his eyes were locked on your shining eyes and beautiful smile for a few minutes.
Something like this had never happened to him before and he wasn't sure what to make of it.
"Hey, are you out here to get some fresh air?" He heard the soft voice call out to him.
Keith wasn't sure how to answer.
Were you talking to this failure of a prince? And how were you so friendly despite meeting him for the first time?
You smiled and took a step closer, leaning against the balcony and looked at him. "It gets really stuffy in such places, I know. I am ___, what's your name?"
That small encounter led to you both becoming friends and also made you both endure a lot of hardships. But you stayed with him, you reassured him that he wasn't a failure and that you loved him.
Love...
The day you confessed your feelings to him, was surely the best day of his entire life.
But something that still caught him off-guard was how you made puns and jokes on the spot. This habit of yours always made him laugh.
.
.
.
"Keith, you make my heart skip a beet. I would never leaf you." He stifled a laugh as he read the note at this desk. He knew you were the one who had done this and such a small thing made flowers blossom in his heart.
The prince neatly folded the piece of paper in his hand and put it in his pocket.
"Really, prince Keith?" Liam asked him, raising a brow.
Keith still had a happy smile on his face. "Don't worry, Liam. You will understand how I feel when you fall in love with someone as wonderful as ___."
Even Liam couldn't help shaking his head slightly at his words. But he still liked this Keith more than the previous one. And it was all because of you, so Liam was very grateful for that.
.
.
.
"Keith, did you get my note?" You asked him, turning around slightly to face him. Keith had his arms around you as he hugged you, and of course...you were sitting on his lap. But hey, how could you say no when he gave you those eyes?
He smiled, "I read it. And thank you, it made me very happy."
Your lips perked up after hearing his words. Keith softly kissed your cheek.
Oh, how much he loved you.
"Keith?"
"Yes?"
"Aloe you vera much."
Once again, you surprised him with your confession of love and the pun...
Yeah, he loved you more now. And Keith was sure that his feelings for you would only grow. The prince surely didn't want it any other way.
🦌🎊Happy Birthday Keith!🎊🦌
A/N: This year, as I deal with a far more limited amount of free time, I want to focus on writing things that really spark something for me. These headcanons, which I started almost 6 months ago, recently came roaring back into my imagination and I decided to go for it.
This is imagining how these suitors would react to their small child entering their bedroom in the middle of the night.
Leon, Sariel, Jin, Keith and Gilbert
WC: 2.2 k
The child's white bedroom door, painted with a silvery moon and twinkling stars, opens slowly, a whisper in the still of the night. A small head pokes out, knuckling sleepily at eyes still heavy with the remnants of dreaming. A look left, then right.
The hall is empty.
Tiny bare feet tiptoe across plush carpeting.
One hand clutches a stuffed animal, the other reaches for the curved handle of your bedroom door and which, on a quiet exhale, opens.
Leon
He is awake the moment the door opens. A light sleeper, he never fails to hear when his daughter enters your bedroom, no matter how quietly she tries to. Even now, he pushes himself up, running a hand through his cacophony of dark hair, watching his offspring step as quietly as possible as she makes her way towards the bed. She’s so concentrated on not making noise that she doesn’t notice he’s already up and watching her until she arrives at the foot of the bed.
“Papa!” Her gasp is half surprise, half disappointment when she realizes he has, as always, heard her. Leon laughs softly, the sound still rough with sleep as he motions for her to come over to his side of the bed.
“I was trying to be extra, extra quiet.” He offers her his hand and she takes it, climbing into the bed and then into the circle of his arms where he cuddles her close. “You were, peanut. You were very quiet but your father has very, very good ears. Especially at night.”
Perhaps someday she’ll learn why. How good hearing and light sleeping could mean the difference between life and death in the slave pens. But not tonight. Tonight she snuggles into his embrace, clutching her brown bear with his black and red cape to her chest.
“Shall I bring you back to your bed?” He brushes several dark locks of hair that have escaped her braid away from her plump cheek, his golden eyes warm with affection. His daughter stifles a yawn. “Can I stay here tonight, with you and Mama?”
How can he say no? “Of course.” He shifts her, tucking her in close against his side where she curls up like a kitten, warm and content. Leon sighs, his heart fuller than he ever imagined it could be, before closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep.
Sariel
He looks up from the paperwork on his lap when the bedroom door slowly opens. One glance at the clock on his nightstand and he knows exactly who dares enter his room, unannounced, in the middle of the night.
His son, hair dark as onyx, eyes as bright as violets, peeks around the door to see his father sitting up in bed, reading by the soft light of an oil lamp.
“I see you, little one.” The child gives up stealth and hurries into his parents’ room, climbing up the foot of the bed and crawling his way across the velvety covers up to Sariel, careful not to jostle you while you are sleeping. He settles in next to his father, peering at the sheaf of papers still in his hands. “Why are you still up, Papa? It’s so late.”
Sariel glances down at his son, his lips curved in a soft shadow of a smile. “You know what? You are correct. It is very late.” He carefully removes his glasses, placing them in a safe spot on his nightstand and then sets the missives and letters and parchments beside them. He extends his arms and his son happily accepts the silent invitation, burrowing into his father’s embrace, clutching his soft, stuffed snake with the onyx eyes close to his little chest. “We’ll go to sleep together, ok Papa?”
Sariel reaches out, extinguishing the warm light and then shifts, dipping his head to press a kiss to his son’s midnight hair. “A sound plan, son.” He closes his eyes, contentment flowing through him like the soft waves of the ocean. “A very sound plan.”
Jin
He freezes, lifting his head from your neck, his large hand going still on the sensitive skin of your hip. As involved as he may be with you, he has excellent hearing and the opening of the door is as loud in its whisper as a gust of howling wind. He feels the soft huff of air against his cheek as you reign in your galloping heart. Things were just getting good.... With a groan, a mixture of disappointment and the dying embers of desire, he sits up as you adjust your nightgown and tilts his head at the small outline in the doorway.
“Yes, Princess? What is it?”
“I heard a noise. In my wardrobe. I think there’s a monster in there.” Her voice is small, almost tentative as it floats through the darkened bedroom. Jin pushes back his covers, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. He reaches back, squeezing your hand, a gesture that says I’ve got this, before getting up and walking toward his daughter. "Alright little lady, let's go investigate." She slips her small hand in his, clutching her stuffed baby eagle close as they make their way back to her bedroom.
Stepping inside, she pulls her hand away from his and points to the white and lavender closet. “In there, Papa.” Her garnet-colored eyes are wide as Jin clears his throat, fixing a scowl on his face as he faces the wooden doors.
“Listen up. This is Prince Jin speaking and any and all monsters hiding in this wardrobe better leave RIGHT now or else you’ll have to answer to me!”
“Yeah!”, she adds helpfully, eyes narrowing as she glares at the wardrobe, a mirror image of her father.
Jin reaches forward and flings open one door, then the other. Inside are all her dresses and coats. Her shoes all lined up neatly along the bottom. A few stockings peek out of small drawers and her wooden training sword and shield with Jin's crest lean against the side, askew. Jin searches through the clothing, stands on his toes to check the top shelves. He makes a show of it, incredibly thorough and yet serious. Then he turns around to face his daughter. “Looks like any monsters are long gone. And they won’t be coming back.”
A smile like the dawn breaks over her face and she rushes towards him. He leans down and catches her in his arms, holding her tightly against his broad chest. “Thank you, Papa. No monster would ever be stupid enough to come back now!”
Jin carries her back to her white four-poster bed, grinning as he lays her down amongst her fluffy pillows and pulls the soft covers up to her chest. “Nope, not when they know they have to deal with me.” He glances over his shoulder at the wardrobe. “But how about tomorrow, we go to the knights training grounds and you bring your sword and shield. We can work on your swordsmanship so any monster knows to be just as afraid of you too.”
She grins, nodding eagerly. “Good idea!”
Her enthusiasm has him returning her grin and he leans down, running a large hand over the soft chestnut of her hair. “Alright then. Get some sleep so you’re ready for tomorrow.” She snuggles down into the warmth of her blankets, stifling a yawn even as she rolls over. “I love you, Papa.” He swallows for a moment at the lump of emotion that suddenly swells his throat. “I love you too. Princess. So much.”
Keith
Little feet whisper across dark green carpeting, continuing their journey to his side of the bed. “Papa,” she whispers, tugging on his covers, her stuffed deer dangling from her grip on its antlers. Keith inhales, his handsome face frowning in his sleep as her voice cuts through the fog of dreaming. But he doesn’t wake up yet. However, his daughter is nothing but insistent. She pats his upper arm, clearing her throat and speaking again, this time louder. “Papa. Wake up.”
His golden eyes open slowly and he blinks as he returns to the here and now. The sight of her, with her ashen blond hair and your intelligent eyes, has him sitting up in bed, the last misty tendrils of dreaming vanishing like fog in the sunlight.
“Yes, darling? What’s wrong? Is everything ok?”
She glances to your empty side of the bed. “I miss Mama.” Those words send his heart spinning, leaving a trail of ache inside his chest as he nods slowly. “I do too. But you remember how she had to go back to Rhodolite. I promise, she’ll be home again soon. Just a few more days.” He reaches for her hand, his thumb running soothingly over her knuckles, marveling at the tininess of her fingers, the softness of her skin. She speaks again, her voice compressed by sadness. “I still miss her.”
He sighs as she hangs her small head, curls covering her face. Then he has an idea. Slowly he gets out of bed and leads her by the hand across the room to the heavy glass doors of the balcony off of the bedroom, his favorite place in the palace to stargaze. Keeping a secure hold of her hand, he slides open one heavy glass door and then walks with her to the large brass telescope. “Take a look in there,” he murmurs, kneeling as he adjusts the eyepiece for her. He wraps one arm around her middle, holding her close. “Can you see it?”
She leans forward slightly. “It’s blurry.” Carefully he adjusts the focuser until he hears her breath catch. “Oh it’s so pretty!” She stares through the telescope in wonder at the bright star, brilliant in its silvery-blue light.
“That,” he says softly, almost dreamlike, “is your mother’s favorite star.” Gently he pulls her away from the telescope and points upwards. “You can see it without the telescope just there, see the three stars just in a row?” She nods emphatically. “It’s the one all the way to the right.” He pauses, resting his chin tenderly on her small shoulder. “When you miss Mama at night, like you do now, you can look up at the sky and find her favorite star. It may make you feel better.”
She turns around and wraps her arms around Keith’s neck, hugging him with all her might. “Thank you, Papa.” He hugs her close, this walking embodiment of his heart, and smiles.
Gilbert
He is already sitting up when his daughter approaches the bed, her stuffed tiger tucked under her arm. He heard the opening of the door and knew who it was immediately. No one else would ever dare to enter his bedroom in the middle of the night without fearing for their life.
“It’s past midnight, Mäuschen. Why are you wandering through the shadows?” His voice is a gentle that only you and those very close to Gilbert have ever heard. A genuine softness like the blanket of dusk as it falls over the land, the protective moon whispering as it cradles a favorite star. His daughter sighs, pushing away a stray lock of dark hair. “I’m hungry.”
He laughs quietly, his chin tilting down as he regards her. He speaks quietly, not wanting to wake you. You need rest after all, so close to the birth of your second child. He gets up, slipping on his black silk robe and then holds out his hand. She takes hold of it, wrapping her cool little fingers tightly around him and then pauses. “Wait a moment, Papa.” Turning back to the bed, she carefully places her stuffed tiger next to you where you sleep. “Watch out for Mama,” she orders sternly and doesn’t notice the bright gleam in Gilbert’s eyes as he smiles at her protective gesture. She turns, grabbing his hand and nods. “Ok Papa, fertig.” Ready.
He leads her out of the bedroom and a short walk down the hall to his office. Once inside, he walks over to his massive wooden desk, made of the finest dark walnut, and leans forward, turning on the desk lamp. He settles into his chair, into the crimson velvet cushioned seat and motions for her to join him. The Obsidian princess climbs into his lap, eyes bright as she looks at him expectantly. “Shh…this is our secret,” he murmurs, tapping his finger on the end of her nose. She grins slowly and nods. “Versprochen, Papa.” I promise. One arm holds her close as he leans down and opens a bottom drawer. Inside is a small round tin which he takes out and sets on his desk, next to the missives and parchments waiting for him come morning light.
“Go ahead,” he says encouragingly and she leans forward, carefully working the lid off with chubby fingers and then he feels her straighten up in excitement when its contents are revealed. She reaches in and pulls out a hearty oatmeal and raisin biscuit. The cookie is nearly at her lips when she pauses, thoughtfully. Shifting in his lap, she turns to face him and then holds it up. “Do you want a bite, Papa?” Her generosity has him smiling, a warmth like no other brightening his heart as he pretends to consider. “You don’t mind sharing?” She shakes her head, several loose, dark curls framing a face that is the youthful echo of yours. He leans forward and bites off a tiny corner, then leans back with a satisfied sigh. “Mama makes the best biscuits.”
She bites into the same cookie with much less restraint and then smiles, chewing happily. “Mm hm.” She leans back against his chest and he wraps his arms around her as she continues munching. “Just this one and then it's back to bed with you, little mouse.” She nods, mouth too full to answer and focus far too lost in the pleasure of her treat to respond verbally. Gilbert sighs, turning to rest his cheek against the top of her head. He is utterly and completely at peace.
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This is from Keith’s Romantic Route and like I find it funny that if you pick any of the Characters that aren’t the 8 brothers they kinda feel like Mc is like their little sister or something along those lines. It’s cute.
This is from Keith’s Dramatic route and my theory of the Rhodolite Princes thinking of Mc as their sister in the foreign Prince Routes seems to be accurate. Also Clavis of course you have feelings, I haven’t read his route yet but I can’t wait to read it and see why he’s such a little shit.
Spoilers for Gilbert’s route.
‘Oh god they’re both staring at me this is so awkward!’ Mc thought to herself.
‘…why is she here? What has Gilbert done to her?’ Keith thought to himself.
‘Gross.’ Silvio thought grimacing.
“Heehee.” Gilbert said grinning from ear to ear.
This is my opinion on what was going through their heads.
From Gilbert’s route not really spoilers.
Anyway such great commentary from Silvio.
This is why he’s my 3rd favourite.
This is from the new even on the English server I forgot the name of it. It’s obviously from the Keith Route (sweet ending)
“HEY! YOU TWO SHOULD KISS!!” -Clavis self proclaimed Cupid for Keith and Mc.
Ha ha 69
Noice…
SPOILERS FOR KEITH’S ROUTE!!
I’m re-reading it because I needed my favourite guy(s) after Gilbert’s route. (I’m avoiding Leon’s route again)
Ha yeah nice bud you were in love w/ Mc before the Original/Nice Keith. Anyway love them both.
And love the fact that they can make the same character looks different it’s amazing.
This is from Keith’s route.
Basically Leon said to Mc that she’s thinking about Keith.
Wow Leon is sassy. And sorry I keep avoiding your route bro, even after the game gave me your outfit in a freebie avatar gatcha (this is the 6th time I’ve avoided his route) I’m sorry your just not that interesting to me. I clearly have a type and it’s not nice guys who are the main character and hero.
SPOILERS FROM KEITH’S ROUTE!!
Wow, after reading Gilbert’s route this hits so much harder than it did the first time reading it. Like in a different way but still.
So does this like wow.
Oh God now I know!!
I know why Gilbert was there! I also know why Silvio was there as I read his route first. But oh god re-reading the routes with little cameos of Gilbert in them feels so depressing. Like now we know why he was there and that is wow.
I started playing Ikemen Revolution
I soon as I saw Kyle’s pouting face I was wondering where I had seen it before.
And then it hit me. And I knew I had seen it before!!
It’s the same pouting face as alt!/Wicked! Keith!!
Happy valentines everyone! Heres a commission I did for the most lovely @kashimalin of her beautiful oc, Lillian and Keith from Ikemen Prince! commissions open !check on pinned post!