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“𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓾𝓷” Clavis Lelouch x (fem.) Reader smut

AN: Hello everyone! I really wanted to write for @voltage-vixen ‘s summer smut challenge and although a bit (a lot) late, i want to try some until the last day of it! Please check Voltage-Vixen’s tumblr for great content! Thank you for making the challenge! Everyone, i hope you enjoy!

I’ll put the story under a cut

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Clavis Lelouch

Made for July 7th prompt “Sex Under the Sun Dress”.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, (bad English probably), public, no plot as it starts with smut.

“Shhh, be quiet, unless you would prefer an audience. Your beloved’s deep voice teased you as you were doing your best not to moan in the castle’s hallway.

Clavis had you pinned against the wall, your face planted directly on it, your back against his chest and his thick, girthy cock buried to the hilt inside you, under the beautiful yellow sundress you were wearing.

He laughed by your ear and thrusted in you again and again, hitting your most secret places. He playfully bit it and pushed you harder on the cold barrier, enjoying how your body moved at the same time as his, your exposed skin slapping feverishly on his.

“What a good girl! Hahaha, isn’t this fun? Anyone could walk here after the meeting ends.” You knew how dangerous your situation was even without him having to remind you. Doing something so inappropriate out of the safety of your bedroom, but his syrupy words sounded too sweet to refuse at that moment.

Your right hand left it’s place from the front and you made moves to cover your mouth, so no more noises would come out and embarrass you, but you were unlucky, because Clavis noticed and took it behind your back, locking it on your waist.

He smirked and sucked a big, bright red mark on your neck, which made you arch your back and your hips to snap harsher on his. A choked groan fell from your and Clavis’s lips.

Suddenly, you noticed something from your back and looked, only to find the Prince’s hand taking the sundress just a bit more upwards, clutching it to your middle and the other digits playing around your folds and clit.

Your knees backed and you felt dizzy, your head spinning around. Clavis caught you mid-fall and fucked you harder and faster until you came, mumbling his name like a prayer. It seemed that he liked it and he didn’t stop, going at it more, groaning softly and later on, climaxing in you, his creamy fluids sliding from you and around his erection that was still enfolded.

A few minutes later, he kissed your head and pulled out, fixing your and his clothes quickly and walked with you, bridal style in his arms, back to his room.

He was sure he would get a month’s worth of work from his big brother after skipping today’s meeting.

‘I’m sorry Chev, but it was worth it’ He thought to himself, as your adorable sleepy face was resting on his chest.

The End.

“𝓘𝓬𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽” Nokto Klein x (fem.) Reader smut

AN: Hello everyone!! This is also one for the smut summer challenge (all credits to @voltage-vixen please check out the posts if you have the time!) and i’ll try to post one more today, before the time ends. I hope you enjoy it!

This is for July 10th’s prompt :  Ice Cube Cool Down

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Nokto Klein

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, (bad English)

It was late at night when you woke up from your slumber, the stars still twinkling in the dark sky and the large full moon “looking” down from the window, making your delicate skin glow under it.

You and Nokto had a great time before falling asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms with your legs tangled. But you noticed how the bed sheets suddenly felt colder than before and your lover’s arms no longer around you.

“Nokto?” You asked, still half asleep from being awakened by the heat of the hot weather. You didn’t get any answers and shook your head to yourself.

‘Of course, i didn’t even see him.’ You stood up, your feet hitting the floor as you wore the slippers and a feather light robe to hide your nakedness.

You walked out of the room and tried to pick up any sounds coming from a different place. When the noise from a glass being filled with ice was picked up by your ears, you stepped forward and followed it. You were sure it was coming from the kitchen.

And you were right, as you found the man you were looking for, only wearing a pair of grey pants and drinking cold water from a glass. You stayed and took in the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing, which made you bite your lips.

You were too caught up in your thoughts and not yet fully adjusted to the dark room, to see him starring at you.

“And what is my princess doing here?” He questioned, his voice raspy from sleep and from the cold water. Your eyes shot up to his face and he beckoned you closer.

So you did it, closing the distance between your bodies and your lips on his. He pulled away to suck your bottom lip that stood out in a pout, making him chuckle right after.

“I would have gotten back before you knew it. Did you miss me this much?” Nokto observed. his fingers putting your fallen hair behind your ear.

“But you weren’t there when i woke up. I may have missed you.” You poked at him, knowing that it was only an excuse to make him return faster. It didn’t have that outcome, as the taller man bent down and without understanding how, you were lifted up on top of the counter, the robe opened at the front and exposing every part you trued to hide.

“You look warm in this, how about you open it a bit more and accept my help?” He mumbled and you did. Nokto invited himself between your spread legs, his fingers going to your heat and he played around with your folds, enjoying and taking pride of the wetness on them

“We haven’t even started and you are already want me this much?” He faked a shocked expression before going back to a smirk. “What a naughty little princess, hm?” His cheeky grin greeted you, but it didn’t stat for long. Nokto took the forgotten cup and let an ice cube in, before leaning over your chest.

“Nokto wha-ah! You moaned out his name. He covered your nipple with his tongue, slowly sliding the ice cube around it, giving all the attention and making it more sensitive.

It felt cold and painful, but the moment his tongue joined, it only brought more pleasure and heightened your senses.

He moved on from there after a few long minutes and slid down to every curve of your silhouette, the ice cube slowly melting, wetting you more.

As he did that, two of his digits found your opening and were thrusted inside, shaking you up from your position. You bit your lips to not give him the pleasure of listening to you go off. He didn’t mind it too much and went in faster and harder.

You warned him of your closeness to release at last, ordering him not to stop. He obediently followed your command, not stopping his movements once, until you came, your juices getting the top of the table dirty like your clothing.

Your breathing was uneven when he finally pulled back, allowing you to take in as much air as possible.

“Would you look at that? You look warmer than before. Maybe you don’t need clothes in our room.” The corners of his lips lifted up and his eyes narrowed seductively. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom, shall we?” It was definitely a promise.

The End

Can I request a oneshot of Leon making out with mc fluff in his room

AN: Hello!! Thank you very much for the request and for waiting!! I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you like it!

"𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼" Leon Dompteur x Reader fluff

Fandom: Ikemen prince

Character: Leon Dompteur

Warnings: (English), none

The joyful laughter fell in the bedroom like a melody from the most amazing music writer, along with the sun, the veil of light, that painted both your and Leon's features in faint golden hues.

You were facing each other, your soft breathing mixing and your expressions relaxing once again after the fit.

"And this is how Yves chased Jin for that piece of cake." Leon's usually deep voice only sounded deeper, heavy with sleep still clinging on it. His half lidded eyes were gazing into your own equally half closed beautiful ones.

You hummed at him and giggled.

"I remember Yves muttering that he doesn't get paid enough for that. Now I understand what he was talking about." The man by your side snorted and cuddled you to his strong, muscular chest.

"Hmm, that's right. Now, as your lover, it is my duty to know if you have a day off or not, right?" He kissed your forehead and sighed in bliss. What a perfect start of the day.

"I may have one and it might be today." You playfully lifted your head and pecked his lips.

"Is that so?" Leon faked a shocked expression that melted into a smirk, the corners of his mouth lifting up, already guessing your answer. But you didn't back down, looking at him like he challenged you. In the end, it was him that felt like that.

"Was that a kiss? I didn't feel anything to know better." His voice, now more clear than before, as he teased you.

"What if it was?" You asked just as playfully, a sparkle illuminating your whole profile, having Leon fall deeper and deeper in love. It was that light that started it all, that gave a meaning to his every day, that made him love waking up.

"I'll have to make sure my princess didn't trick me, her mere servant." And with that, he let his lips take over yours, taking control of the long and passionate kiss. You were feeling helpless in his arms, your heartbeat going faster than normal.

Your hands reached for his soft hair that was all over the place and you played with the strands, putting some that have fallen behind his ear and lightly nibbling at his bottom lip.

Finally, the prince pulled away, itching to go back and receive more of your love. His eyes stayed close, just like yours did, but none of you understood when sleep engulfed you in its curtains.

The End

{} Hello I’m kinda new, can I request bathing together with nokto Klein (fluff[tiny bit of nsfw]) and if you do write this, is it okay if I can request the same topic but with two other characters if you don’t mind

AN: Hello there! Thank you for requesting and waiting! And yes, of course you can request the same thing with every character you want! I hope you enjoy it~

"𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓼" Nokto Klein x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, nsfw-ish (only touches), (English)

Fandom: Ikemen prince

Character: Nokto Klein

The warm, comforting water wrapped around your body like the most relaxing embrace, the little spluttered pink rose petals caressing your smooth skin softly, leaving behind a celestial, aromatic scent that drifted in the room and clinged to every corner.

You felt the man behind you rest his forehead on top of your arm, his light breath nuzzling you between your neck and shoulder and his soft hair tickling you, as the little crystal-like droplets fell like a light drizzle on you.

Your beloved who was sitting right behind you was tired from the work he had to finish, this day even more than others. You noticed how his eyes were droopy and shadowed by a thin veil of sleep and how his posture was bending more.

You closed your eyes and sighed, your smaller hands covering his bigger ones that were on your stomach as he hugged you. Like a day starting after the slumber of the night, he turned his gaze on you and pecked your cheek.

No words were needed to be exchanged between the two, only touches that meant more to both, than anyone else. The silent :I-love-yous', the saccharine sweet compliments tat were boosting your confidence. You felt complete with each other.

Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by a small lick at the side of your neck and the butterfly kisses towards your chest. One of his hands escaped and streched out, only to slip between your legs and pinch your velvety thighs, which made you grunt in approval.

Nokto chuckled and continued touching you, as well as leave showy purplish hickeys that he lapped at right after finishing creating his own work of art.

"Beautiful." The sound of his voice made you close your legs that trapped his hand there.

"So alluring. Everything about you is seductive." The dazzling little lights around the bathtub trembled and Nokto went on with speaking words of praise towards you, the only one he loved dearly.

You arched your back, loving the attention you were getting from him. Your body felt amazing, like it was molded to be with his, to become one. Nothing felt more intimate than the moments where you could be together, your real selves.

"Hey, Nokto?" The prince hummed when you spoke, breaking the moment.

"I love you." Your bright smile, one to surely win against the sun, was enough to convince him it was true and his smile was enough to show you that he wasn't faking anything anymore. When he is with you, he doesn't have to be someone else, and it was no different for you.

"I love you too." The bath ended with a passionate kiss shared, your delicate feelings coming in the form of tears, too powerful to appear in mere words.

The End.

AN: Thank you very much for reading and supporting me! Have great days/nights~

150+ followers celebration!

AN: Hello everyone! First of all, i want to say thank you for everything. Thank you for the support, following and liking/reblogging. I am really thankful and happy! (That goes for followers and not).

I decided to open a new kind of requests with prompts to celebrate! (Keep in mind that i will finish all the other requests that are in my inbox, along with them, so stay tuned for more~). Thank you for taking the time to read!

(You will be able to find more info in the pinned masterlist!)

Which are the fandoms i will write for:

Ikemen Prince (all characters, would like to include the new ones, but a warning if they sound too ooc, due to not having stories of them yet)

Ikemen Vampire (All characters)

Ikemen Revolution (All characters)

Rules:

You can request: Fluff, Angst, Smut (or a mix)

You can pick one or more prompts to put in a one-shot/Headcanons

Please don’t request anything with non-canon ab*s*, r*p*, or child romantic relationships!

You can request x reader/Mc/Alice/Belle and choose what gender you want! (female, male, gender neutral). If the gender isn’t mentioned, then the request will get written with a g.n. reader.

You can request non-romantic one-shots/hcs (ex. friendship between characters, an old memory of theirs and more).

You can always add extra information for a more specific request!

I will write:

One-shots

Headcanons (you can the characters you want, even all of them!)

PROMPT LIST:

~Dialog prompts~

“Come and sleep with me”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I promise to love you forever.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Happy Birthday!”

“I will protect you, no matter the cost.”

“It’s cold, let’s cuddle.”

~General prompts~

Family moments

Sick days

Sleeping on the other’s legs

Pillow talk

Different types of kisses (soft, passionate, peck)

Date night

Dancing

Argument

~Smut prompts under the cut~

Mutual Masturbation

Watching each other masturbate

Caught in the act (please specify what kind of catching/what act)

Public area (you can request the place, if you would like)

Threesome

Distracting

Oral

Dom/Sub

Lovemaking

Pegging

Kinktober Day 1: Gilbert Von Obsidian x (g.n.) Reader

AN: Hello everyone! I decided to try and write a few one-shots for kinktober, along with the requests that i am preparing! Thank you for the support and i hope you enjoy~

Warnings: Pure smut, nsfw, bj, (bad English), (we don’t know a lot about the new ones, but i really want to write about them too)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Gilbert Von Obsidian

“Please...” Your hoarse voice came out strangled the minute Gilbert took his erection out of your mouth, where he was pounding ruthlessly just seconds ago.

You were on your knees in front of him, naked, mounting one of his legs and grinding your crotch on the rough fabric of his pants, while he was sitting on his throne, fully clothed. He was enjoying the way your expression looked, your crimson cheeks and tearful eyes made him harder than he was when the two of you started.

“Beg properly.” The Obsidian Prince’s arrogant, teasing tone reached your ears and made you sob. No matter how much you pleaded, he always asked for more, not giving in your requests easily.

“Please, sir, i need you.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head mockingly, before reaching over with one hand. His gloved fingers run through your hair before tugging it slightly upwards, as he peered down at you through his long dark lashes.

“And what is that thing you need?” A haughty smirk decorated the prince’s handsome face when he saw those tear drops, that were gathered in the corners of your eyes, slowly fall down and wet your cheeks.

“I need you-” You took a much needed breath and continued “-i want your cock.”

With a prideful smile, he let his dick rest on your lips, covering them in precum.

“Go on.” His voice, although soft and alluring, sounded commanding and you didn’t lose a moment from swallowing him. Your tongue explored it like it was the first time, feeling every vein and pulsation. The delightful stare of your companion, in addition to his groans, convinced you of your good work.

A few moments later, while you were just getting used to his girth, he only gave a throaty moan as a warning, before his cum covered the inside of your hot cavern and spilled out from the side of your lips. You gulped it down and lapped at it fast and hungrily to prevent it from dripping.

“Good girl.” Gilbert praised you and with a forceful pull, you were raised on his lap and right into his arms.

“I’ll have to reward you for that.” His one fuchsia eye taking in your nudeness. He nudged you softly and kissed your lips with passion.

~The End

AN: Thank you for reading!

Kinktober Day 3: Silvio Ricci x (fem.) Reader

AN: Hello everyone! This is for the 3rd day of Kinktober. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, jealousy, slight exhibitionism, (bad English), (act 2) ikepri character (be careful of character spoiler), language

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Silvio Ricci

Silvio’s blue eyes were overflowing with rage, but mostly envy over you. The very moment you woke up, he insisted for you to try on a new dress he bought, which was delivered in your private chambers by the maids. He wanted nothing more than spend the time with you and only you, right after the meeting scheduled by the princes from the countries neighbouring Benitoite.

But the plans quickly changed. Whenever he noticed many pairs of eyes hungrily following your every step, he felt his blood boil, along with other emotions. He was furious but couldn’t blame you, nor them. The dress he picked, the one you were wearing, was form fitting at the top, showing off your curvy chest and beautiful silhouette, while the bottom part was flowy, giving the impression of an angel on earth.

“Bastard.” He angrily muttered when he noticed Gilbert’s slender fingers touching the bodice from the back and lightly playing with the strings that were keeping it together.

With one eye, Gilbert was secretly watching Silvio grit his teeth, as he sensually started undoing the twine and wrapping it around his thumb.

The other man couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up from the wooden chair, having enough of the dark haired prince’s behavior, and marched to where you were standing.

“What is it, are you lonely Silvio?” Gilbert teased him but took the sign to leave you two alone.

Silvio glared after him, before returning his attention on you. You were staring with a soft expression and greeted him like usual, but he didn’t say it back.

Suddenly, you felt the coldness of the wall press against your back, the expensive, silky fabric not helping in protecting you from the cold. The bottom part was lifted up and Silvio’s hand went straight to your flimsy panties. He pushed them to the side, his digits stroking languidly at your velvety folds. He slowly inserted one finger to your slit to loosen you up, quickly followed by a second. 

You moaned his name and clutched on his shirt, your leg clasping around his slim waist. You were lifted up and were able to circle his middle fully with the other.

“My name is the only one you can moan like that.” His warm breath blew in your ears as he murmured lowly, his baritone voice giving you a tingling feeling in your wet, dripping cunt. He tugged at your earlobe with his teeth and bit it, hard enough to make you cry out, but not enough to break the skin.

Your tone was enough to give him a solid erection. His cock was staining the front of his pants, yet he didn’t make any move to drop them.

“Silvio, ngh...” His imperious smirk had you clenching and squirming from pleasure.

“Take it off for me and spread your thighs. You know what to do afterwards.” You excitedly did as ordered, with his member in hand, you lined up the tip to your snug entrance. Silvio didn’t lose any time, as he thrusted his dick in you, a growl exiting his perfectly shaped lips.

He tilted his head, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss that screamed jealousy. His teeth were grazing your tongue, which you slipped inside his mouth, while his hips met yours repeatedly, the slapping of skin against skin sounding too loudly in the oddly quiet room. 

You pulled away, enjoying the connection between both of you. Your faces were so close, that you could make out the little details of his handsome face.

“Fuck..” The tall prince groaned out and warned you that he’ll cum soon.

You whimpered in pleasure and squirted your juices on him. Silvio came seconds later, his seed filling you up to the brim, until you were dripping on the floor. Silvio could hear your heartbeat and he sighed.

“Don’t let that brute flirt with you again.” Turns out your trick worked and you kept notes for the next time with a giggle.

~The End

AN: Thank you very much for reading!

AN: Hello everyone! I made part 2 and the next parts are in the making! Thank you very much for your support! I hope you enjoy~

They find out you have/are wearing their clothes (𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 2)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Type: Headcanons

Characters: Nokto Klein, Licht Klein, Clavis Lelouch

Warnings: Fluff, (not the best English)

Nokto Klein

Nokto was a well known mischievous prince, who loved nothing more than tease you. But he also only let his guard completely down when you were together and you got paybacks without even knowing it. This time, it was one of those moments.

The early, morning sun's orange light fell on the prince, who gingerly opened up his ruby eyes. For a moment, he thought of going back to sleep as he had the day off, but a little turn of his head was enough to convince him not to follow his idea.

The sight of you, early in the morning, basked in the sunlight, your beautiful eyes glinting from happiness and your relaxed form, everything made him smile blissfully.

Although, that smile completely crumpled away when his eyes fell on the 'outfit' you were wearing. You had nothing on but an oversized old shirt of his that was wrapped around you comfortably and with the first two top buttons, unbuttoned.

Nokto has stopped working too, please give him lots of kisses and try again.

He is shocked to make this discovery, as he usually saw you later in the day, even though you slept together. He believes that you are an angel and he is definitely going to brag about it.

The more he looked at you, the more he understood he was staring and suddenly felt shy, which he wasn't used to. A big pout forced its way on his mouth and he called out your name in a sleepy, husky voice.

When you looked at him with a gentle smile, he leaned forward to put an arm around your waist, as the other held your chin, before his lips caught yours in a loving kiss that quickly turned passionate.

"Why are you wearing my shirt?" He asked teasingly, waiting for your answer.

"Oh? What should I have worn instead?" You decided to do it back and grinned at him. Nokto smirked and winked at you like a sly fox "Why, you could be naked instead" (he is wishing that you'll agree)

You giggled and hugged him back, your head resting on his shoulder. His scent was very relaxing, that it made you close your eyelids and yawn. Nokto chuckled when he felt you move in his neck until you found the most comfortable position and let you take a nap with him.

Nokto felt the happiest at that moment and cherished it like he did with all the precious memories made with you.

Meanwhile, whoever came to find him for any unexpected work quickly left and promised to never come back (Yves did and when he heard Nokto say the words "wear nothing", he sprinted and fell right in the trap Clavis set)

Licht Klein

It was a cold night that put the castle's staff under more work and pressure, as the garden was piling up with snow and the preparations for the winter were taking place. Licht only happened to pass by many and ask them about your whereabouts, but had zero success in finding you, along with Yves.

He looked bothered with the fact that you could have been outside and cold, instead of being warmed up in the palace. With a sigh, him and his brother turned around to go and search in the kitchen, where you usually went to with Yves to bake something together.

The moment they did, he almost collided with you, who was running happily to surprise hug him from behind. Licht speedily caught you by your waist and you let your head rest on his chest.

It took him a moment to notice your outfit, which surprisingly looked almost the same as his. Licht was shocked and his eyes widened.

'Ah, so this is where it was....' He thought, before a precious blush and an adorable smiled lit up his whole face. He didn't know that he was smiling, but the beautiful sight of his lover, casually dressed in his clothes was perfect.

He took your hands in his and softly blew on them, until you were completely warm and saved from a frostbite. Yves, who was happily looking at him smiled and left the two of you alone.

"Licht, I'm sorry for taking your clothes without asking for permission first..." You apologized to him, but it made him frown."Why would you apologize for something like that? Weirdo." He is only teasing, but he adores you.

He slowly escorted you to one of the rooms with a burning fireplace and made you wit down on the armchair on his lap. He cradled your body to his and stared in your eyes for what seemed an eternity. It wasn't that he hasn't done that before, but the fire playing in your eyes, like a mirror to the fireplace, it was almost magical and it warmed him up as well.

And if that wasn't enough, his coat on your body looked amazing. Licht's bare hand made its way to the top and brushed it aside to kiss your cheek and then lips.

No words were needed to be shared, as your bond was very strong from the moment you decided to help each other go through. Licht made a small wish for this to continue happening.

(The next afternoon, Yves had Licht's coat in his arms and forced it around your shoulders. "Yves, what are you even doing-" and almost in tears, he explained Licht's smile "Have you ever seen something this amazing?! Me neither! How dare you not wear it again" He thinks you are both cute)

Clavis Lelouch

Clavis spent the night awake, designing a brand new prank for Yves, as it was his duty as an older brother (at least this was his excuse this time). The tiredness of the day caught up with him in the middle of it, so he fell asleep on the couch. A few hours later, his most trusted knight came by and woke him up by scolding him and fixing his bed head.

Clavis didn't pay much attention to him this time, as he was thinking that something was off. Or more like, it was way too cold in the morning, which was unusual with what he was wearing before falling asleep. Or what he wasn't wearing anymore.

He suddenly stood up like he had a great idea, completely ignoring Cyril's loud sigh as he left and skipped his way to the bedroom.

When he opened the door, the sight of you dressed in his coat and posing as him in front of the mirror was too entertaining to stop it. So he stayed hidden and watched, enjoying every catch phrase of his that you threw.

"Why of course, I'm a gentleman after all. A lady's needs come first" He almost busted out laughing. You looked absolutely adorable and if he ever said that at that moment he wasn't thinking of your perfection, he would be lying.

"Why yes, that's exactly what a gentleman would do, hahaha!" You let a little scream escape you before taking off the coat and throwing at him. Clavis quickly caught it and shook his head as you flopped on the bed and pulled the covers on top of you.

He sang your name lowly but you still stayed under the covers. "Who is (Y/N)? I'm a ghost" Clavis felt his heart flutter a little but he hides it too well.

"You have work today, your highness, or Cheva will hunt you to your grave" He said cockily and with light footsteps, he threw the sheets away from you and put the coat around your shoulders once more.

"Clavis, what are you thinking-" Too late for words, Clavis already turned his back and is waiting for you to climb. And that's what you did, before he took off to the office.

"I don't know what you mean, I'm simply wearing my coat" If looks could kill, Chevalier and Sariel would have finished Clavis in a second. But Clavis looks so smug. (And Nokto does too) "I didn't know (Y/N) was so adventurous to climb on you so early in the morni-" All the glares in the room turn to him and he surrenders.

For a few seconds, Clavis puts you down to wear his coat, before pulling you on his lap as he is sitting behind the table. He wraps both you and him in the large outerwear and let's you sleep if you want to, with a few kisses exchanged here and there. Chevalier stopped being mad hours later, because Clavis ended his work earlier than normal and left. (Meanwhile, Sariel is still looking for a reason to combine with this, to give up and retire before it's too late)

AN: Thank you very much for reading!

"Christmas delight" Chevalier Michel x (gender neutral) Reader

AN: Hello everyone!! Thank you very much for all the support all this time! I decided to post some winter fluff (another sleepy Chevalier fic)! I hope you enjoy~

Warnings: Fluff, (probably bad English)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Chevalier Michel

The kingdom of Rhodolite was dusted in cold sparkling snow, the once blooming, deciduous trees had now let go of their beloved leaves and were getting ready for the new season. The hundreds of roses that were once decorating every corner of the kingdom were also gone, but the people decided to decorate the various evergreen plants with a plethora of twinkling lights and Christmas ornaments.

The same could be said for the palace, that stood grand for everyone to see. It was officially the season where people went to shop to prepare for the coldest days and the children run around throwing snowballs and making snow angels on the ground.

You sighed dreamily at the idea of going out one of these days, hoping to convince your lover to follow along and enjoy it as much as you. Your gaze turned away from the window and you looked at the pocket watch in your hand. It was still early, but your excitement didn't seem to go away.

That was the main reason why you decided to take off and go to Chevalier's bedroom to wake him up. Other reasons were that you both had these few days off and you needed to see him.

You hid the watch protectively in your pocket and made your way to your destination. With careful moves and steps, you opened the door and went inside, only to be met by a big lump covered by a huge, fluffy blanket.

You giggled and tip toed closer, until you were standing next to him.

"Chevalier" You whispered softly and tried to pry the blanket away, but Chevalier was gripping it too hard even while he was sleeping. It resulted to you bursting out laughing, which woke up the sleeping beauty besides you.

One blue eye cracked open and a frown was shown on the man's face. His disheveled, angelic hair fell on the pillow and became even messier as he attempted to bury himself even deeper.

"Chevalier,  bad! You have to wake up! The holidays are coming very soon and I want you to have fun." No sound was made after that, so you played with the ends of his locks that weren't hidden.

Chevalier saw that as an opening and quickly stuck his hand out and caught your wrist, before throwing you on the bed and hugging you to his strong chest. Your eyes widened in surprise and you blinked rapidly.

The prince emerged from his "cave" and smirked proudly of his achievement in getting you in bed. He wrapped one arm tighter around your middle to ensure you weren't too cold and that you wouldn't escape to get him up.

"What do you....want...it's too early." His hoarse, lethargic voice reached your ears and they warmed up with a crimson blush decorating them. You shook your head and slowly run your hands on his clothed chest, before pushing them inside for  more warmth.

"And now...I'm your heater" You playfully glared at him and he snorted in return.

"Hey, you are the one who wouldn't go out with me. I might as well take advantage of the situation" Chevalier hummed and leaned over to kiss you passionately, your tongues tangling between, before pulling away.

"....." Chevalier didn't say a single word as he fixed the comforter to cover you too under it. When he was finished, his deep blue eyes gazed at yours with a rare, serene light and you felt yourself being drowned in the rich colour.

"If you're thinking of leaving, then you better stay because there's no way out" A lovely smile broke out on his face, more blinding than any Christmas light, that you could only nod and agree.

You closed your eyes, relaxed your body and bathed in the comfort of the snuggles.

The End

AN: Thank you once again for reading!

"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~

Hello! Do you take in requests?

I read this (something that goes like this) randomly somewhere and I immediately thought of Gilbert von Obsidian x MC.

"He LOVED me. But he ruined my kingdom. He killed my family. And he enslaved me."

I thought if IkePri had a tragic end, that is how I imagined it would go for MC and Gilbert von Obsidian... I would love to read something with this prompt if you can accommodate. Thank you!

AN: Hello!! Thank you very much for requesting! It was very enjoyable writing it and this prompt was lovely! I really like getting requests about the new princes, so I hope I did him a bit of justice. I hope you enjoy~

Gilbert Von Obsidian x (g.n.) Reader

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Gilbert Von Obsidian

Warnings: Angst, enslaved reader, darker themes, gender neutral reader, (poor English)

"....He loved me…" That thought, like a poison lathered knife sunk in the back of your brain, until only the imaginary hilt could be seen. It was hurting you, more than you could voice, yet you treasured this pain, like a dragon it's chest filled with gold. After all, he was the one who made you believe him, wasn't he? With a variety of attractive offers, from ruling over countries to winning the contest of life. 

'Freedom, he said….'

Every moment you spent with him was unforgettable, or you were too scared to accept the ugly reality, hidden behind a beautiful, refreshing smile. 

"But…." There was always another thought, clashing upon what you praised like a God, that made you overthink it again and again, making you cry in anguish.

"He ruined my kingdom...he killed my family…" After losing both the place that you happily lived, letting it fall in despair, with people who were either starving to be free and others starving to eat a tiny piece of food, along with the family members that you loved and cherished so much, you felt devastated. The things he did wrong were uncountable and you always gave up on catching them, putting them on each of your fingertips in hope to crash them and pretend that nothing happened. There were too many sins to be forgiven, but not for you, who welcomed him in your country and accepted the future he could offer.

"And he enslaved me. Took my will and trampled on it, as if it was something useless to him." You knew how he worked, the dirty ways around everything and the false hope he spread like blood on the battlefield. Why were you giving him so many chances, even when you learned about his doings? A sarcastic snort, directed at you, left your own mouth.

At the very moment this sentence left your cracked from the cold lips, you heard a delighted chuckle from your right. You didn't know that you were speaking out loud, nor did you think that he, the man that you despised yet "adored", was so close to you. No matter what you said about him, if you did it in front of him, he didn't care at all. He was the one who threatened you to never lie to him. 

Gilbert Von Obsidian, the once first prince of Obsidian, who represented each villain in every single book you read, took a hold of your chin with his long fingers and forced your head up to meet his gaze. And you noticed. You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath. Your blood was freezing inside your veins and a shiver passed down your spine.

The crazy glint that shone in his crimson red eye, almost as if he was a maniac, like he had long fallen in the sea of madness and was now drowning, asking you to follow him at its depth. 

"Are you afraid of me, little rabbit?" He questioned and let his lips hover over yours, his hot breath washing over your face, bringing you a strangely calm feeling that put a fire in you. One you could put down.

"I only did that, because I wanted to get along with you. From the very start, right?" He continued and you didn't know how to answer him. You only knew how to find comfort in his arms, that welcomed your trembling body, when you leaned forward, with a slight dizziness that was playing games with your head.

You mumbled a tiny 'yes', softly, like you were a delicate doll in between an army of wooden marionettes, a flower in a garden of thorns.But you still couldn't understand why salty droplets, that could easily disguise themselves as rivers full of diamonds, were falling from your eyes, dampening the black gloves he wore, while he gently cradled your face to his chest.

"Rest" This was once a word filled with compassion from Gilbert. Now, it was an order from the new Emperor of Obsidian. 

The End

AN: Thank you very much for reading!! Have a great day/night~

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Chevalier Michel

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, nsfw, fluff, unprotected sex, bad English

AN: This is my gift for @chaosangel767 ! An amazing person and writer that I met through the ikeseries fandoms and it was a pleasure to write this for you🥺 You inspire me a lot and you know how much I love your ocs and their stories 💞. A big thank you for holding the gift exchange to @aquagirl1978 , who is also a great writer! And thank you to everyone who is patient with me! I hope you enjoy~ (also tagging @ikemen-prince-gift-exchange )

"Of Roses and Stars" Chevalier Michel x Fem. Reader

By the time you noticed how late it was, the sky was dressed in its veil of blue and black and its accessories of thin, delicate gold that were designed by the countless stars. The room was quiet, except for the slight breeze that hummed serenades across your ears, and the harsh breathing of your lover, who held you snug to his naked body. The summer's heat was nowhere to be found, as a different kind of warmth erupted in your stomach, as if it was a volcano.

Just for a second, you closed your heavy eyelids, almost missing the light reflected in his deep sea blue eyes that were staring at your face for any detail he might have neglected before. The little things about you that he wanted imprinted in his memory forever, since he cherished you the most. 

You moaned softly as his big hands roughly cupped your breast and his heavy tongue flattened on each of your nipples. You welcomed the hotness and thrashed in his arms, trying to get all the friction you could, but to no avail. His grip was so strong, yet clumsy, that you would call yourself lucky if you could move at all the next morning. 

Everything about the moment was beautiful. His rose scent that lingered on his muscular body, tempting you in places unknown, well hidden from the world. His handsome face, that you could put your hand through fire and swear it was a gift from God and his hard cock, that fitted inside you perfectly, filling you to the brim. His every touch was like a bite of the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden and you couldn't get enough.

".....Thank you, sir" You groaned out and pushed your face between his neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of hickeys that bloomed like the flowers in the garden. Chevalier snorted and thrusted upwards, making you bounce on his lap and open your lips in a silent scream. It wasn't the first time he overstimulated you, but it always left you too sensitive to cross a word.

"........" His silence was comforting and you were luxuriating in it. His hips snapped up again, before he found a rhythm you enjoyed the most and continued in that pace. He was fast and unforgiving, giving you trouble breathing through your nose, but he didn't stop at that. His lips captured yours in an awkward, sloppy kiss, which turned you into a mess of clenching and unclenching on his erection.

"King….Chevalier, ah"

"If you have something to say, just say it already" Your eyes widened when you heard him and right after, you sensed his thick fingers traveling to your slit and rubbing around the edges that covered his dick.

"But you can't speak now, can you?" A haughty smirk adorned his face when he noticed the desperation in yours. His thumb went straight to your clit and he rubbed circles on it, forcing you to climax loudly. His other arm was wrapped around your middle, keeping you in place on his legs, so you won't slide down. 

The smell of sex after many rounds, and the soap you both used during your bath hours ago, sent you into overdrive and you desperately clinged on him, your juices flowing down your thighs and onto his already wet cock. 

Chevalier slowly stood up from the armchair, never letting go of your now weak body, as he made his way to the bed. When your body hit the cloud-like mattress, your breathing slowed down and you fell asleep. The king kissed your forehead awkwardly, letting his love flow through actions instead of words that he didn't usually speak. His love for you was intense and he felt like he could share with you anything. Your hopes, your desire, your fears, anything as long as you stayed by his side. 

".......Imbecile" He smiled gently and let sleep take over him too, at last.

The End~

"doubt thou the stars are fire // doubt that the sun doth move // doubt truth to be a liar // but never doubt that i love (you)" x gilbert (or whoever you feel fits this best)

-revassierum

A/N: Gilbert won the poll so the first fic belongs to him.

This is the fic that comes before this one but I think that you can read this on its own.

Gilbert x Reader

WC: 2.3k

Full quote:

"Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love you. I love thee, I love but thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old. -William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II, Scene II

His knuckles, hidden under his black leather gloves, are white as he grasps the cold gray parapet. His eye, red as a hellish comet streaking across a midnight sky, surveys the shapes he can make out below, the ones revealed by the twin luminance of moonlight and torches: the shadowy lines of the encampment tents in front of the castle; light winking weakly off the metal of soldiers’ helmets as they move around. Beyond them the ribbon of pale gray road that disappears into the imposing darkness of the treeline, so dark it drinks in all the light without leaving a single drop.

The road holds his gaze, has every ounce of his attention so thoroughly that he doesn’t react to the man who joins him, the one who is silent as he stares at Gilbert, his expression as stoic as the stone Gilbert’s gloves are so tightly clenching. 

After a moment, he speaks.

“Yes, Doctor?”

Walter reaches up, adjusting his glasses.

“The night is chilled. You should be abed, resting for what is to come.”

Few people in the world can speak to Gilbert in such a way, telling him what he should be doing. But Walter is one of them. The man who carries the weight of Obsidian on his broad shoulders doesn’t answer his physician but the tightness of his jawline is enough of a sign that he has heard.

Walter finally turns his head, his pale gaze following Gilbert’s line of sight until he too is looking at the place where the road vanishes into black forest. He remembers a whispered conversation with Roderich, hushed and hurried, quick as a sparrow nervously jumping from branch to branch lest it be snapped up by the jaws of some far-quicker predator.

“If I may speak freely….”

Gilbert waves a hand. “As if that would be something new.” Though there is a faint glimmer of humor in his voice, his gaze is as intensely focused as ever and he does not glance at the doctor.

“You sent her away. Quite….forcefully, if I recall the story.”

That gets his attention. He turns away, a movement as quick and sleek as silvery clouds sliding across the face of the moon.

Walter knows him well enough to read his face. He sees the miniscule flash of surprise in the depths of his crimson eye, the slight drawing of his shoulders. Anyone else would think Gilbert had no reaction. The doctor knows that this particular subject has just set off a cascade of emotion within the Obsidian leader.

“I won’t ask how you know this or else I would be forced to deprive Obsidian of its best healer.” Annoyance lines his words as he turns back to the parapet, as if he cannot help himself, as if staring at the line between the encampment and the forest is necessary. Agitation dances across the tight line of his shoulders, the straight rod of his back.

Walter clears his throat, stifling the urge to place a hand on Gilbert’s arm. 

“Rhodolite may be the enemy. But it is where she is safest.”

His statement is met with silence, as cool as the night breeze winding its way across the battlement, Gilbert’s black cloak dancing in its wake.

“I’ve taken my tonic. I believe your presence is no longer required tonight, Doctor.”

The dismissal doesn’t bother Walter. He knows Gilbert has heard him. His dark head bows in deference.

“Gute Nacht,” he murmurs, casting one last look at the man whose life he is charged with keeping safe. He may be responsible for Gilbert's body but there is no doubt that his heart is within someone else’s hands.

Gilbert waits until the doctor’s footsteps fade into the other sounds of nighttime, the ebbing murmur of his soldiers as they retire for the evening, the faint clanking of armor as guards patrol the grounds, the lone, mournful hoot of an owl. Only when he is certain he is alone does he allow his head to drop, eye closing for a brief moment.

There is little that escapes Gilbert von Obsidian. He is three steps ahead of everyone, always, the human mind a complicated puzzle he is adept at solving. And yet, when he sent you away from his tent, you with your starlight tears and petal-soft mouth, when he watched you flee, eyes as wild as a fearful rabbit, when he told you to return home to your roses and your pale-haired king…..he was not entirely certain you would listen.

The doctor is right. It was the more rational choice. But it was not the one that his heart wanted, the one it is still screaming for. You belong with him. You should be his. 

He has tasted you, knows the sound of his name when it escapes your lips on a wavering sigh of want. His teeth have sunk into the soft skin of your shoulder, his tongue has traced the line of your neck. He has felt the waves of desire as they ripple through your veins, all because of him. All for him. It is all he has wanted for so very long, all that has consumed him….

And yet he had smiled, sharp as the edge of his sword, and told you to run. Sent you away even as your scent of lavender and roses lingered in his tent, settled across his black mantle like a ghost unable to find peace.

What is he even looking for, out here in the night, as the tents darken one by one like candles blown out by the wind. You are halfway back to your kingdom of roses. You chose home and you chose Chevalier.

So why can’t he tear his gaze away from the darkening road?

It becomes a phantom as the torchlight dims and the moon excuses herself, stepping behind a barricade of clouds. And still he lingers, even as the night air turns cold and unwelcoming, and he feels his muscles contracting in response, struggling to support the cry of his heart to stay….just in case.

Teeth clenched like a beast on the edge of growling, he is about to turn and head inside when he sees it. A shadowy shape bursting out of the black treeline, a spectral horse and rider charging down the ribbon of road. 

And he knows.

The castle walls blur as he flies down the spiral stone steps, down down down and then out, past the startled guards. He is a tiger honed in on its prey, eyes flashing with resolve and hunger. 

You’re already off your horse, speaking in that voice to a soldier with his sword raised in your direction. You are, after all, a stranger who has just flown into their camp like a banshee.

When he arrives at the scene, the soldier immediately lowers his sword and drops to one knee. Gilbert does not hear any of his stammered words. Instead he reaches out, his gloved fingers closing around your wrist as he pulls you towards the nearest tent.

“Raus,” he orders the soldier who was just getting ready to bed down for the night. The word is iron, undeniable and final. The man gathers his things quicker than he ever has before in his life and exits, the tent flap falling closed behind him with a soft whooshing sound.

It is a simple foot soldier’s dwelling with an oil lantern still burning next to the untouched bedroll. The wan light throws your shadows across the thick canvas walls, moving like images inside a zoetrope. 

Gilbert is breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as he struggles to catch his breath, but there is nothing unsteady about the way his eye, the color of wine in moonlight, is fixed on you. With trembling hands you push back the hood of your cloak, white with small red roses embroidered along the hem like drops of blood. Your cheeks are flushed with the urgency and speed of your ride. Your skirts and boots are splattered with mud.

“I know….you warned me to go and I started to.” Your voice is airy but uncontrolled, a tornado forcing its way past your throat. “I got just past the border and stopped at a tavern to rest the horse. Rhodolite soldiers were there, several tankards in, and they were bragging…they’re coming, Gilbert. At first dawn they’ll be here.”

You step forward, your hands reaching to gather the soft folds of his black cloak, fingers curling into it as it could steady you, a bulwark against the storm of information you need to tell him.

“They have weapons. They intercepted an Obsidian transport and they have guns.” He hasn’t said a word yet, hasn’t had a chance in the face of all the words you’re hurling at him but now you pause, searching his face. “Gilbert, did you hear me? They have-”

He finally moves, twisting his leather glove off his hand and tossing it aside fecklessly. The next thing you feel is the cool touch of his palm against your cheek, his fingers curling to cup your face.

“You’re here.” 

The words are husky, maybe because he is still catching his breath. Maybe because he can’t believe it.  Or maybe because he can and he’s basking in the confirmation of his prediction.

“I…..” You need him to understand the urgency of what you are telling him and yet his hand feels so good. The last time he touched you that hand was at your throat. Now it is cradling your face with a gentleness just as dangerous.

Your words drop to a whisper. “Gilbert…..they’re coming and they–” And then, as he raises his other hand to his lips, biting into the tip of his glove and removing it with his teeth, the truth hits you like an avalanche careening down a mountain. The encampment here. Gilbert occupying a castle so close to the border and not heading home.

“You already knew.”

And now he’s holding your face in both hands, the coolness of his skin paradoxically sending waves of something unbearably hot through your limbs. 

“But you didn’t. And you came back, risking everything to tell me.”

The world begins and ends in the red of his eye, the fall of dark hair across his pale forehead. Something inside you breaks, shatters like stained glass struck by stone. You reach up, curling your hands around his wrists.

“I….I couldn’t live with the thought that something could happen to you….I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try to stop it, even if it meant-”

The rest is stopped by the savage press of his mouth against yours. He will not even allow you to finish that sentence. The grip of his hands tightens as he hungrily swallows any other words you wanted to say, as he drinks deeply from the gasps of your lungs and the moans of your throat. Over and over he devours you while still holding you between his hands, your own having gone slack at the very first kiss.

He kisses you until your lips ache from the crush of his mouth, the sting of his teeth. Your tongue is full of him, the rich, cool taste of him. It is the sweetest nectar, ambrosia as heady as the starlit sky. It leaves you spinning with satisfaction, dizzy with content. And yet, it leaves you parched, always seeking more and more and more of him as the hot winds of desire blow through your veins.

Gilbert is the one to break away, to gasp a lungful of air, feeling the absence of your lips as keenly as any ache. His eye burns like a singular star, swallowing up the darkness.

“Retreat to the castle.” His hands roam your body as he speaks the order, as if he can’t help but touch you even as he demands you to leave him. “The cellar is safeguarded. My men will go with you-”

You shake your head vehemently, capturing his hands in yours, holding them hostage in your own tight grip.

"I have turned against my country for you. I was ready to face whatever hell awaited me here if it meant keeping you safe.” Your voice is low, trembling as it skirts the bedrock of emotion in your chest. “I'm damn well not leaving your side now."

He recognizes a mind as sharp as his own, a will as iron. As much as he has craved your gentle heart, your kind spirit, those soft, beautiful parts of you, he is equally as drawn to the steel in your nerves, the forge of determination in your bright eyes.

He could have you sent away, dragged by his soldiers down to the underbelly of the castle where you would be safe. But as he reaches up, cradling the nape of your neck with one hand, he realizes you are right. After all, who could protect you as well as him? Who but him would trample the world for you? Would set the night ablaze before allowing anyone or anything to harm you?

One arm winds its way around your waist and pulls you close. He leans down, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of your ear. His voice is hushed, but rough, gravelly with emotion.

"When all this is over, my brave Häschen, I will reward you.” He catches your earlobe between his white teeth, his heart fluttering at your gasp. “Over and over until your voice is hoarse with the sound of my name." 

There is no time to catch the breath his words have robbed you off. The distant warning of cannon fire fills the night and the encampment is coming awake, following the carefully laid-out plan in preparation for what is coming.

“Come.” And with your fingers linked with his, you step out of the tent together, into the foreboding night.

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⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️ 15+ Spoilers for Rio's real name & brothers, Dark thoughts, murderous intent, mention of poisoning, forced kiss, Violence, Rio is quickly going insane | F!MC |

Watching MC wander across the ballroom, greeting the guests, Rio feels disheartened as he observes her. He's failed. He's failed once again to protect something precious to him, someone precious to him, MC. Once again, his brother has stolen someone precious to him, his Belle.

His beloved MC has fallen in love with someone who only uses her as a means to an end.

Rio's gaze fixed solely on his older brother who slithered across the ballroom like a snake, chatting up every nobleman or noblewoman along the way.

He hated him, he hated everything about him. he wishes he was dead, he wishes he had killed Emidio when he had the opportunity to do so. he SHOULD have killed Emidio. if he had done that then he wouldn't have felt the way he feels now, he wouldn't have lost MC and he would have had his happily ever after with her.

Rio didn't lose his life to Emidio the last time the two fought, but subjectively he feels like he has lost his life to him, MC was his life. she was his reason to live. she saved him, she encouraged and supported him, she took care of him, she made him want to live.

feeling suffocated, Rio loosened his shirt's collar and inhaled a deep breath, trying to compose himself. the best he could do right now is plaster a fake smile across his face, a smile good enough to fool everyone around him and gain supporters as he plans a way to steal MC away from his older brother. If only MC had fallen in love with Silvio or one of the rhodolite princes, things would have been way better for Rio. he would have been able to breathe without feeling suffocated. But she fell in love with Emidio.

Rio feels mad- he's slowly losing his sanity, he's ready to throw any coherent thought away right now, and he can't stand to look at either MC or Emidio. All he can think of is wrapping his hands around the latter's neck and strangling him to death.

As if sensing the sudden dark change of atmosphere around Rio, Silvio roughly patted his head.

"Don't look so mad, it's a weird expression on you and people are watching." Silvio told him

Rio tensed up, people were indeed watching him with curiosity. Rio chuckled darkly to himself, "If the woman you loved more than anything, more than the world, more than life itself was in the arms of your biggest enemy how would you look?" he inquired. Silvio didn't reply, he only looked at MC before clicking his tongue in irritation.

Rio smiled at his oldest brother's silence then looked back at Emidio.

He dared to leave MC alone to wander around, Rio would have never left her alone.

Emidio didn't deserve her, and he never will. Rio will take his MC back sooner or later and he will get rid of Emidio, He vows to himself that he will. This time he won't let Emidio getaway.

The next day.

Early morning Rio is standing before MC's door, a tray with her favorite sweets and tea in hand. he's going to try and convince her to leave Emidio. if she doesn't... then so be it, he will try again tomorrow. inhaling a sharp breath, Rio knocks on MC's door and greets her with a big smile, "Good morning MC! you look as lovely and breathing as usual today!" MC tensed up as she saw the forced smile on Rio but did her best to smile and greet him in return.

When did things get so awkward between us? Rio wonders as he pours MC her tea. the distance between them feels like it's increasing day by day and it's crushing him. ever since Emidio returned, MC has been putting distance between her and Rio. why couldn't things just be like old times? MC used to smile and look at him lovingly, but now she's looking at him tense and wary.

it's not him she should be looking like this at... it's Emidio.

Everything is Emidio's fault.

"Listen, Rio," MC started, snapping Rio out of his thoughts, "If you're going to talk to me again about leaving Emidio, just know that's not going to happen. I love him and I choose to stay with him and help him change" She declared.

Love?

She loved him.

Rio can feel his smile crumbling away at her words, how could she love him? Emidio was a cruel cold-hearted monster, a psychopath just like his mother.

Rio stands up and grabs MC by the shoulders "What exactly do you love about him?" he questions her, "Can't you see he's only using you? he doesn't love you MC." A cold sweat runs down MC's back, the person standing in front of her isn't Rio. the person before her is a beast.

All MC can do is look into Rio's cold gaze and carefully think of what she can say next. "Rio-" She started but was cut off by him placing his hand behind her head and forcefully pulling her towards him, pressing her lips against his in a kiss.

MC slaps Rio and pulls back, pushing against his shoulders. Rio only smiles bitterly at her "Didn't you love me too?' he asks her. "Leave!" MC tells him, disgusted by what he's just done. Rio only strides towards her, forcefully grabbing her shoulders and slamming her against the wall. "Didn't you say that you love me?! Didn't you swear to me that we'll always be together no matter what?!" Rio's voice is hoarse and full of malice and hurt.

"Rio you're hurting me!" MC manages to yell at him, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. And the door to her room is suddenly kicked open

"The hell are you doing?!" Silvio yells as he rushes into the room and grabs his brother "Let her go you idiot, have you lost your damned mind?!" Silvio's brows furrowed as he pulled Rio away from MC. "Stay out of this," Rio warned him. "Stupid, you're doing dumb things, I'm not just going to ignore that you're hurting the woman. " Silvio retorted.

MC was the goodwill ambassador from rhodolite, if anything were to happen to her here it would turn sour the relationship between Benitoite and Rhodolite. and besides, what was the damned dog doing?! out of all people, Silvio would have never expected HIM to hurt MC.

Rio glared at Silvio like a madman before leaving without saying a word.

Once Rio had left, MC sits down on the bed and bursts into tears. Feeling awkward, Silvio ruffles her hair roughly. "I'll keep Valerio away from you if you'd like." Silvio offers.

Now might not be the appropriate time to let her know he came here to tell her Emidio has been poisoned quite badly and is being looked after by all the palace doctors but he'll have to break the news to her eventually...

there's one thing Silvio is convinced about now- Valerio has poisoned Emidio and lost his mind. he'll have to keep MC away from him at all times, Emidio too.

•⟨WARNING⟩• 16+ Angst, F!MC Blood, Assassination attempts, All that. Not proofread 🌚⟨Headcanon⟩

•••🄹🄸🄽•••

Everything happened so fast. one moment, you're standing next to him on the balcony during a ball hosted to celebrate your engagement to him, and the other there's blood everywhere.

Jin's heart pounds heavily. he can feel his hands trembling as he looks down to check where you're wounded. While he applies pressure to your biggest wound, Jin feels more panicked as your blood covers his hands.

In the end, all that he can do is leave you in the hands of the palace physicians

As the first prince of Rhodolite, Jin was known to be very easy-going and relaxed, but now that someone has messed with you they're going to see a whole new side of him.

Gone is the ever so calm and relaxed first prince, instead, he's been replaced by a bloodthirsty monster brutal enough to send shivers down the culprit who hurt you's spine with a single glare. No amount of begging nor pleading is about to save the man from what Jin is about to do to him, Not even Sariel dares to question.

After he's finished with the man, Jin will be right by your side, taking out his anger had helped him temporarily, but now he feels both numbness and despair over you. What was he supposed to do while your complexion got paler and paler as the hours slowly passed? Now that he's been left all alone to hold your limp hand, tonight's events haunt him.

Jin is too anxious to leave you for even a moment. he's afraid that tonight you may take your last breath and he will lose you...

•••🄻🄴🄾🄽•••

Leon should have known better than to bring you to the battlefield. Honestly... what was he thinking?

Leon sees an enemy soldier creep behind you while you're helping bandage one of Rhodolite's soldiers from the corner of his eye. He feels like his heart stops beating. Licht reacted fast since he was the closest to you and cut the man down before he hurried to your aid... already too late to save you.

Leon feels cold. Nothing but you matters right now, He cuts down anyone in his way, resembling Chevalier, "The brutal beast" more than himself. But Leon doesn't care. He can't risk losing you... While he knows he cannot abandon his troops, he desperately needs to check if you will be alright.

Leon knows he must remain here- on the battlefield no matter what, so as much as it pains him to not be there for you when you need him most, he will remain here. In the end, Rhodolite successfully deals with Obsidian's act of aggression, and Leon hurries to see you.

Your face looks pale, your body is lying limply, and the only sign of you being alive is the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. Leon feels crushed, and the physician informs him that your time is limited and that whether you live or die now depends on fate and fate alone.

if only he hadn't agreed to your insistence to come here, then you would have been fine. You would have smiled at him right now. you would have hugged him. As you lay there, Leon's mind is all over the place as his guilt eats him up, the only thing he begs and wishes for right now is that you live. please don't leave him.

You're his woman... His lover, so what point would there be to a life without you?

•••🅈🅅🄴🅂•••

Assassination attempts were nothing new, but getting this close to murdering Yves was. and you took the blow for him... Yves blames himself for everything, for you being deadly injured, himself for not seeing that he'd walked right into a trap and led you straight into it with him.

Tears begin to fill Yves` eyes as he cradles your weakening body

All he can do now as your life slowly fades away is pray you make it back into Rhodolite.

Yves feels an overtaking sense of fear when he realizes just how pale your face has become. Would the physician have an antidote for the poison?, was it even a poison native to Rhodolite? or was it a poison native to Obsidian? What if it was already too late for an antidote?... what will happen to you? Yves overthinks every worst-case scenario that comes to mind.

It's when the two of you arrive at the palace and Nokto greets him that Yves learns just how much of a mess he's become.

The feeling of dread he had this whole time becomes unbearable when he is told that the poison cannot be identified by the physician. Everything is too much, and Yves finally breaks down from the stress.

All that Nokto can do as he's trying to hold his brother together brother right now is call for Clavis and hope that he would be able to help save both you and his brother. If you don't make it alive then Yves probably wouldn't either.

•••🄻🄸🄲🄷🅃•••

Licht feels terrible. He swore an oath to himself to protect what matters to him most, and yet... he failed to protect you, and you are the most important person to him.

 Licht feels scared as he holds you and he sees the blood seep from underneath his hand. 

 He can feel himself trembling as you look up at him, Licht tries to soothe you while you wait for the physician to arrive, but, in reality, he's trying to comfort himself. 

 Minutes feel like hours and he can feel the tears running down his cheek as his vision blurs. 

 How could this happen? Licht feels angrier and angrier with himself for not defending you on time... 

 terror slowly overtakes him as you take in a sharp breath and close your eyes, telling him not to worry and trying to comfort him at a time like this. 

 How could you worry about him while you're in so much pain...?

 His heart beats heavily as he roughly wipes his tears away with his arm. 

 When the physician finally does arrive Licht does not want to leave your side, even as his twin tries to convince him to. It would be better if Licht wasn't there and nervously pacing.

 In the end, Nokto comes up with a brilliant idea on how to get Licht to leave you in the hands of the palace physician, Revenge.

 an idea oh-so appealing for the 6th prince.

Licht's crimson eyes glimmer dangerously as vengeance clouds his mind. his body moves on its own and before he knows it, he's left you alone and tracking down your assaulters, Licht's cruelty has no match when he finds them, and when he returns the palace's maids are all shaken up by the sight of the 6th prince covered in blood, blood still drips from Licht's sword when he comes into your room to check on you.

His bloodied hand holds your own as he presses a kiss to your knuckles and looks at your peaceful sleeping face.

⟨♡⟩⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆E n d⋆⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⟨♡⟩

• ⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ • ✎ CW: Fem!reader ✎ CW: Smut ✎ CW: Foursome ✎ CW: Oral ✎ CW: Facesitting ✎ CW: Handjobs

Imagine a foursome between Belle and the foreign princes. Belle who is posing as a noblewoman and doing her best to hide her true identity ends up having an affair with all three of the foreign princes, unbeknownst to anyone else

Keith- would usually not indulge in any lewd activities, but his other self? Other Keith is all for it. He loves the fucked expression on your face as Gilbert fucks you from behind, it turns him on so much to hear your moans as the other princes have their way with you, but, He will fuck your cunt best so you better be prepared. Gilbert would rather fuck you with Chevalier instead of Keith or Silvio but oh well, it is what it is. He has to admit... The current predicament is quite entertaining. Gilbert loves getting on Silvio's nerves while he's fucking your mouth, there's something oh so erotic about having your lips wrapped around his length whilst having Silvio pounding into you roughly from behind. Who would have thought that you little bunny would be so dirty? Have you no shame whatsoever? Anyway, Silvio will have you sitting on his face while he gives you cunnilingus and you jerk both Keith and Gilbert off, Silvio wants to establish dominance over you and make you feel better than any of the others can- he wants to shut Gilbert the hell up, You belong to him, you're his and only his. those two bastards are lucky that he's willing to share you with them, for now.

[⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️] 16 Yandere Themes. Nothing heavy. // Not proofread // Fem!Reader

The feeling of wanting something even he can't get. (Rio)

Silvio longs for the attention and affection you give to Rio. He wants to have it for himself.

He wants the love that not even your best friend can get. He wants it more than anything else.

Jewelry? You got it.

Expensive clothing? You got it.

Fine wine? He already bought it for you.

It doesn't matter if you never asked him for these things. You're lucky to serve him, Aren't you? He takes care of you. During your time as Belle, He'll drag you off to wherever he pleases. After all, who are you to refuse him?

Why are you playing so hard to get? He'll give you a comfortable life where you can get anything you want. All you have to do in return is be his.

Although he swears that the only reason he's practically glued to your hip is to harass and annoy Rio. He'd prefer to pass out drunk than admit that the way he likes you is abnormal.

He'd rather die than admit that he's more than just in love with you.

Silvio knows his feelings for you are beyond the point of love. They've turned into an obsession. An obsession so disturbing. he can't go an hour without knowing where you are. Why aren't you with him? It hurts him when you push him away. He drinks himself to near death whenever you do so.

His feeling of love is clumsy and foreign, and he doesn't know how to express it. His feelings of obsession override all rational thought and come in possessiveness and aggression.

Don't want to wear the collar he bought you? Fine, Then, he'll leave hickies on your neck to show you off as his.

He's taken over your free time. The longest you'd be able to get rid of him for is a few minutes Before he comes running back to you.

Silvio attached to your hip is emotionally draining. He'll bark at everything and ignore your feelings. He knows what's best for you. Sit back and be obedient.

You wonder if you've gone mad when you willingly distance yourself from others.

You don't even notice some of the people you know have gone missing.

The only one you can be with is Silvio. You don't even see Sariel anymore, And Silvio has taken over as your tutor.

"Others can't be trusted" Silvio will tell you, slowly drilling it into your brain. He's the only one you can trust while you're belle. And In exchange for his care and protection, you should give him what he wants.

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ ✎ CW: Smut, ✎ Collaring, ✎ Implied cheating, ✎ Oral sex, Fem!reader

Gilbert wants you to sit on his face so badly. He's whining and begging you to please, just please let him have a taste of your delicious pussy. He always sees you in the dark palace of Obsidian, working on documents and dealing with internal affairs. And he doesn't miss the cute way your hand occasionally slides over your thigh while you work. Oh, how he wished it was his hand sliding over your soft thigh instead. How did the emperor even get someone as beautiful as you? Gilbert would like to see his reaction when he catches you, His precious Mistress fucking his son.

It feels like a blissful victory when you finally straddle and kiss him hard. ♡

Keith is so shy. he feels hot and embarrassed when you tug on his collar. his hips helplessly rut against you, hoping to get at least a little bit of friction. You tug his collar down and press his face against your wet core. And Keith moans when he tastes you, And sucks your clit. Drinking up your juices, He fantasizes about how nice it will be once he sheaths his hard aching cock inside you.

He cums embarrassingly fast when you stroke his cock. He's sure he'll never hear the end of it from his other personality. He hides his face behind his hands as you laugh and tease him. Oh, how nice it would be for him to fall into one of Clavis' pitfalls right now. Keith grinds against you as he begs you to shush. Tears form in his eyes at your teasing, You'd feel guilty for making him cry if only you hadn't noticed how hard it made him. ♡

⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️ 16+ Yandere themes, Violence, Abuse, Gilbert hits the reader. Fem!Reader

Gilbert holds you down.

Meanwhile, you struggle against him in his arms.

He holds your wrists with such force you're sure his fingers will leave bruise marks behind.

This is all your fault though isn't it? He warned you... You're his prey. Yet, you ran off and allowed Chevalier of all people to leave a mark on you.

Gilbert's fingertips grip your neck tightly while he holds you down, He puts his whole body weight on top of you to hold you down. He feels bitter, Mad even.

How could you allow another man to leave his mark on you? He seethes with rage, Each tick of the clock seemingly drawing more and more anger from within him.

Chevalier, He'll kill him.

He'll destroy Rhodolite, Jade, and Benitoite as well.

His face twists into a frown that chills you to the bone. You're worried about what he'll do to Chevalier, You're worried what he'll do to you too.

"Gilbert, please..." You don't know what you're begging for. Could it be Chevalier's life? Your own life, or even Rhodolite's future?

Gilbert's cold hand presses against your throat, Oh. He could kill you.

He could end your life right here if he wanted to.

You gulp nervously, Your anxiety growing by the seconds spent in silence, and your heart hammers against your ribcage in a panic.

Gilbert yanks your head forward by your hair, A Sadistic smile plastering itself onto his face, "What will you give me?" He asks.

"You've committed a great offense, by allowing another man to mark you. What could you possibly offer to redeem yourself?" His voice is taunting, Laced with malice and cold. "There is nothing you could give me, Little bunny."

He grips your arms painfully tight, and you feel dread rising within your heart, "I'll kill Chevalier, And serve his head on a silver platter for you. Since you're so infatuated with him, should I serve you his dick on a plate too?", The more Gilbert talks, the worse things get. His grip on you still unrelenting, and tears form in your eyes.

It hurts.

It's like he's squeezing you as hard as he can just to hurt you even more, His words are like daggers stabbing at your heart.

"Has he done anything with you?" Gilbert asks, Insanity fully present on his face as his eye glares straight at you. That one blood-red eye makes your skin crawl with worry and fear.

"NO!" Your voice comes out hoarse and desperate, which only triggers Gilbert more.

"Don't lie to me." He shouts at you. He grabs your head and slams it against the window behind you, The impact being strong enough to cause cracks in the window.

The impact however, wasn't strong enough to knock you unconscious. but it was strong enough to make you cry.

"Gilbert, Please stop! I haven't done anything with Chevalier, Please." You beg him through sobs.

"You claim you haven't done anything. Yet somehow, there's a huge love bite on your neck." Gilbert is merciless, Gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him when you talk.

"I haven't....hic...hic..slept with him" Tears stream down your cheeks like a waterfall as you try to convince the monster in front of you to believe you.

Gilbert looks unfazed, Visibly not convinced by your words no matter how much you cry and plead with him.

Finally, as if having enough, He hits you.

He hits you hard enough for you to fall and curl into yourself, Continuing to cry as the bruises on your body feel like they're on fire.

"Did you sleep with him?" Gilbert asks again, His cold gaze piercingly cold.

"I didn't! I swear I didn't." You whisper through tears.

Gilbert looks at you for a few more moments, discerning if you're being honest or not. Finally, as if satisfied, he kneels beside you.

He takes you into his arms, Your body fidgety and trembling as he holds you close. "Shh, There's no need to cry. I believe you." His voice is gentle and loving while he comforts you. He presses a sweet kiss against your cheek before his lips move to your mouth. He kisses you. His kiss oh-so full of twisted love and affection as if he weren't shouting and hitting you mere minutes ago.

He cradles you lovingly as he whispers in your ear, "I won't let any man except me be so close to you again. I love you, little bunny."

--♡𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞?♡--

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 against your will... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩at the 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰. 3K+ WC ♡

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⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ • Smut, Noncon/CNC, Oral (M!Receiving), cum swallowing, fingering, crying, dirty talk, slapping, choking, unprotected sex, hair pulling, pet names... slutty bunny, good bunny. etc etc. nasty content ahead  / bad punctuation too 😂

He stops before your door silver key in hand, and observes the light shining through the windows of your house, Poor thing... You didn't know what an unfortunate fate was about to befall you. His blood-red eye glimmers in the last rays of sunlight as he twists the key within the keyhole, hearing an audible 'click' before unlocking the door. He pushes the door open and steps inside quietly before observing the interior. He already had a basic layout of the house, along with directions, But still decided to have a look around for you anyway. Who knows? maybe you’ll unknowingly play a little game of hide and seek with him before he finds you.

He sees your coat hanging off of a garment rack and shoes stacked upon a small shoe rack near the door. He takes light steps, checking the living room for you, and then your bedroom. 

He enters your bedroom, his eyes scanning the area thoroughly before falling upon the lingerie set you had left on your bed. He chuckles, 'So slutty.' picking it up, he inspects the undergarment, his fingers tracing the lace as he mutters something to himself before he sets the skimpy material down. He continues to look for you, taking slower but quieter strides across the house until he finally hears you in the kitchen.

You take two cups out of the cupboard and then set them on the table, moving swiftly throughout the Kitchen and preparing the dinner table excitedly. Your husband was going to join you for dinner tonight so you cooked his favorite food and took out a sweet vintage wine for him to drink with it. You set the table neatly, adding candles to set the perfect atmosphere and make everything romantic... And then you waited. 

8:45 PM He was first 45 minutes late, So you waited until 9:00 before exhaling in disappointment. He promised you he'd be home at 8:00 PM sharp so the two of you could enjoy a nice dinner together and yet he didn't come home on time once again. You get out of your chair disappointedly to fix yourself a plate of food, figuring that there is no point in waiting for your husband anymore. ‘If he’s not home on time then he won’t be home for hours.’ You muttered to yourself.

As you pick up your fork and knife you feel somebody’s presence appear behind you and clamp a hand over your mouth. You squeal, startled by the hand and drop your kitchen utensils, then feel a warm breath hit your ear "Oh, Are you going to have dinner alone?" A voice you hate to admit you recognize asks you, making your heart set off in a panic and beat faster against your chest. The hand covering your mouth moves down to your throat, your perpetrator tightly gripping your throat with his left hand while his other hand moves to press a gun against your head. You freeze, expecting him to pull the trigger and end you right here and now but he clicks his tongue in amusement, "Can you believe he'd ask me to kill such a beautiful woman?" He talks, seemingly to himself as your hands nervously grip his arm with your fingers trembling in anxiety.

"What do you want?" You manage to rasp out between shallow breaths, "If it's money then just take my purse and go." You added, "Money?" He perked up, "Didn't you hear me when I said it's a shame your husband asked me to kill a beautiful woman like you?"

"...What nonsense are you sprouting?!" You hissed at him, your grip on his arm tightening and your nails digging into the fabric of his sleeve as his hold on your throat tightened firmly, his fingers putting pressure on your airway.

"Oh, If you don't believe me that's fine. I won't try to convince you to." He purrs, Sliding the gun from your head down to the sides of your waist before pointing the muzzle at your thigh, "You should be concerned about living now, rather than who sent me to kill you." His hold on your neck loosens slightly but only for him to push you down to the floor gun still pointing at you, "Get down." He says, and you comply, getting down just as he told. "What do you want?" You ask, licking your lip anxiously as you slowly move to get down on your knees, "I don't know?" He holds your hair tightly from behind, fisting it, then pushes you even lower down "You'll have to think of something so I don't blow your brains out I guess." He says nonchalantly. You feel the cold metal of the gun pressed against the nape of your neck and trailing down your back, making you instinctively shiver as your eyes start to sting with tears, "Please don't do this…" You beg him, your meek voice cracking as you lose more and more of your composure. "I don't know… He offered me some good money to get rid of you. Whether I kill you or not depends on you, What do you have to offer?" He toyed with you amused, his voice sounding awfully cheerful for the predicament you were in. "Erm… Anything you want? I have a savings account-" He clicked his tongue in disdain, cutting you off and then roughly shoving the gun into your mouth. The muzzle knocks into your teeth before he forces it deeper in while tugging on your hair to force your lips to open wider. Tears stream down your cheeks, As he looks down at you with a sadistic smile on his face, "You look so pretty like this," He says with a pleased sigh "I'll enjoy you first before I kill you." 

He pulls you back to your knees by your hair, making you whimper in pain, gun still shoved in your mouth. His fingers let go of your hair to quickly wrap around your neck and choke you, “You’ll like this.” He whispers, his sickeningly sweet voice sounding awful in your ears. His hold on you is brutal as he slams your back down against the cold floor and grips your throat tightly, his body moving on top of yours to straddle you as you struggle to try and make him let go of you. “Look at you. all worked up and struggling to break free… Hasn’t anyone ever taught you that once you’re within a man’s grasp, a poor little woman like yourself can't get away?”  The gun muffling your screams falls down onto the floor as you struggle, kicking and hitting him as hard as you can with your fists. Your lips turn blue and your face gets paler as he chokes you to the point of almost passing out, “Look at how blue your lips have gotten. I’m going to have fun forcing my cock inside you as you continue to beg me to stop and struggle.” He lets go of your throat and you inhale loudly, coughing as you try to take in as much oxygen as you can.

He gets off of you and yanks you up by your hair, Painfully throwing you face-first onto the empty side of the kitchen counter. You feel him hold both of your arms behind your back before hiking your dress up your hips. 

“Please don’t do this” You beg him through tears, hoping he’ll change his mind and stop this. He rips your underwear off as you try to protest and fight back using whatever energy you have left, His rough hand slaps you hard once, a red mark forming on your cheek immediately, by the strong impact of his palm striking you, "Don't struggle too much now." He growls through his teeth, His hand sliding over your pussy for his fingers to rub at your clit. He presses his knee between your legs to forcefully spread them apart, and slaps you a second time when you try to close them. his fingers pull your underwear to the side to run through your folds, While caressing you he sharply yanks your hair back, his other one moving down to tug on his zipper and unzip his trousers. 

“Can you feel how hard you’ve made me? This cock is going to be in you, rearranging your insides soon bunny.” You whimper as his arm sneaks around you for him to grip your neck again, and he pumps his hardened cock before pressing it against your ass. "If you want to live then you'll behave yourself and be a good girl for me,,, won't you?" He bites your neck leaving a painful bruised mark behind, making you cry out in pain and shiver. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you? Say you’ll be a good bunny." He repeats himself, his grip on your neck tightening to the point of being unbearable “Say you’ll be my good girl.” He orders "I will! I~ I’ll be your good girl." You manage to get out, your voice coming out hoarse and you hic when his hold on your neck loosens, "Let's see if you can be a good girl then. put your hands on the counter." He commands you, letting go of you while you hesitantly do as he says. He picks up his gun off the floor and wipes it with his hand while you stand in front of him nervously with your palms pressed flush against the cold counter. He licks his lips, the sight of you helpless and at his mercy arousing him, painfully so, as he feels how his hard cock twitches because of you to the point where it's aching, begging to already be shoved into your little cunt and ruining you as you scream. He walks beside you and leans against the kitchen counter, then points his gun at you, "Get on your knees and pray you know how to give good head" He watches in satisfaction as you shuffle to do as he says, disgust plastered all over your face as you kneel before him, "If you try to bite me I'll blow your fucking brains out." He warns you. 

His hand makes its way into your hair and then he roughly pulls it to hurt your scalp as a warning. You grimace at him, grossed out by just how much of a crazed monster this man is... He pulls you forward towards his manhood and you try to surpass a gag, already feeling nauseous by what you're about to do because of him. “Go on.” He encourages you. Your hand hesitantly moves up to wrap around his shaft before you stroke it once, your fingers deftly pumping it while he holds the gun to your head, "Take it into your mouth." He urges you inclining his hips toward you. 

You lean closer to his shaft and lick a stripe down the base, your tongue tracing the vein on the left side of it, and you hear his breath hitch. You pump him with your hand, not quite sure how exactly you'll take him into your mouth because he is quite big. You give his cock small kitten licks, your tongue giving special attention to the head until you suck the tip and wrap your mouth around it, hollowing your cheeks out and taking him as much as comfortable into your mouth. Your other hand wraps around his shaft to pump him as you Bob your head up and down, making him twitch inside of your mouth. Your abuser's head falls to his shoulder as he sighs, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face and stroking your head as he praises you, "Good bunny..ah... You're doing so well with that mouth." 

He pets your cheek, lightly thrusting his hips forward to make you gag. Tears form in the corners of your eyes from the action but you continue to please him. He moans quietly, relishing in how warm your mouth feels as you suck his cock off,  "You're doing so we-ll…hah… I might just make you my own wife instead." You just look at him with a glare from the corner of your eye, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He continues, "You're choking on my shaft now while your husband is away." 

Spit drips down the corners of your mouth as he forces your head lower down on his shaft, "You're such an unfaithful wife. Choking on my shaft like a slut just begging for it… Would you like me to fuck you in your shared bedroom where you and your husband sleep next?" He abuses your throat, making you gag and cry with tears running down your cheeks like a stream as he thrusts faster and deeper, hitting the back of your throat hard. "Oh but I suppose it's my fault you're being such a dirty slut of a wife right now" 

"If your husband wasn't an asshole you wouldn't be forced to choke on my dick." 

He thrusts into your mouth a few more times, his movements slowing down as his hips tremble slightly and you feel him twitch in your mouth, Thick cum soon hitting the back of your throat as he reaches his release. He holds your head on his shaft, refusing to let you go even as you gag and feel disgust rise from the pit of your stomach again, "Swallow it." He orders you, "I'll let you go when you take all of my cum" Your brows furrow in disdain, your need to breathe quickly overriding your disgust as you swallow his cum, desperate to have air. He pulls your head back, saliva still connecting your lips to his shaft as you pant heavily and he sticks his thumb into your mouth, making you stick your tongue out  "Good bunny~" He purrs, "Get up now and put your hands on the counter again." He reaches under your arms to help prop you up, Your legs feel weak and your panting still has not subsided as you slouch atop the kitchen counter, too tired to hold yourself up on it. 

He pets your head from behind, his fingers hiking your dress up once more before moving towards your pussy again. He rips your underwear off then spreads your folds apart, feeling his fingers become wet as he prodded your tight pussy’s entrance. He pulls his fingers back to see them slick with your juices and then tilts his head in amusement,  "Oh, What's this?" He inquires "Does this turn you on so much? Being taken advantage of?" 

His other hand strokes your ass, his fingers squishing the soft flesh there before he insults you, “What a slutty little bunny you are.” 

"If you want me to fuck your cunt so badly that you've gotten this wet then I ought to do as you desire." He shoves two fingers into your pussy, making your hips twitch, and he moves them slowly inside... He rubs your walls his fingers pumping in and out of you as he adds another one to quicken his pace. He takes hold of your leg and pulls it to the side to spread your thighs wider for him to finger you easier. He puts another finger in before clicking his tongue and turning you around, hoisting you up so you can sit on top of the kitchen counter. He stretches your walls loosening you up enough for him to sheathe his cock into you without you having to be in too much pain. You frowned up at him, A quick "Slow down" leaving your mouth as you grabbed onto his shoulders. 

He pauses for a moment then resumes to fingering you too fast and making you huff as your legs tremble and try to close, as you feel like he’s about to force your orgasm out of you, "I know you're ready for me bunny" He pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean of your juices and getting a sweet taste of you. "Wait-" You choked out,

"What?" He asks, his single red eye glimmering in delight as it looks straight into your own eyes.  "I...I'm not ready." You voice out, guilt clouding your head once again because he was about to force himself into you… and you’re allowing it.. again. "Aww, are you feeling bad for your husband?" His fingers stroke your thigh, gently caressing your soft skin, "I'm…" Your voice cracks as you begin to cry once more, loud sobs leaving you and wrecking your body. He looks sympathetic... Almost apologetic even. stroking your hair gently, he hugs you closer to him "Shh… I won't take long." He whispers into your ear, making you shiver. Your hands press against his chest as hard as they can, trying to push him away from you but he merely grabs your legs before aligning himself at your entrance. He enters you with one long thrust, making you nearly scream as you hurriedly clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle the loud moan threatening to escape you.”Fuck, you’re so tight..” He breathes in deeply, feeling your soft walls welcome him in and stretch around his shaft, his hands move to wipe the tears forming at the corners of your eyes “Fuck, Bunny… You’re so tight.” He groans “Can you feel how hard you’re clenching around me?” he begins moving, his shaft dragging sickeningly well along your walls and giving you an awful sense of pleasure… You curse yourself mentally as you moan underneath him like a bitch in heat and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him deeper in. “G-Good bunny..” He praises you, then nips on your neck, leaving a sweet and tingling mark there. “Haah..” You moan beneath him, unable to contain your voice anymore. Despite how much you hated him… this. he was unfortunately turning you on. “Look at how loud you’re being~ you really are...a..a slutty bunny.” He chuckles as the sound of skin hitting skin combined with your moans and his grunts echoing throughout the otherwise quiet house. “I knew you'd enjoy this, bunny.” He kisses you as tears escape your eyes, leaving you a whimpering mess at his mercy. He pulls your hips up changing angles for the better as his shaft reaches deeper into you, dragging along every pleasant nerve and spot.

“Please-..” You mewl unsure of what you’re beginning for.. his cock? This is so shameful and embarrassing... “Please what bunny?” He inquires, his thrusts slowing down but becoming harder. “Do you want to cum?” His grin is awfully smug, his black eye patch somehow finally catching your eye as you gaze up at him stubbornly refusing to answer.  your eyes almost burn a hole into the dark material of his eye patch with how hard you’re staring, and he takes note of this. “Oh. Are you curious? Too bad I can’t show you… I'd have to kill you then.”

Your breath audibly hitches in your throat as his cock hits that one good spot inside of you, making your toes curl and your fingernails dig into his shoulders as you whimper and hold onto them for support. “What a stubborn little bunny.” He stops moving and the abrupt lack of stimulation just frustrates you further as you glare at him, “Please..” You can’t stop the words from escaping your lips, “Please keep on fucking me hard Gilbert~”

“I want to cum” You added, needily arching your hips toward him. His eye sparkled in satisfaction as he leaned down to your ear to whisper, “I’m so happy to finally hear you say my name.. Ah” he starts moving again, his thrusts slow at first then, gradually becoming faster as your hand moves down to rub at your clit while he pounds into you, a series of loud moans leaving you both. “-Fuck.. Bunny... I missed fucking you like this so much.” You hear him say as you clench around him, your pleasure quickly building up until you finally throw your head back, nearly screaming his name as your orgasm washes over you and makes you cum all over his shaft. “FUCK- Gilbert~!..ooh...”

A minute later, he’s cursing under his breath his hips sloppily moving as he slows down his thrusts until you hear him moan quietly, his cock shooting long ropes of cum within you and painting your walls white. 

Filled with his cum, You lay there panting, neither of you daring to say anything until you finally feel relaxed enough to speak. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again” You admitted truthfully. “I said I’d steal you away, didn’t I?” He replies as he rubs your cheek, his red eye softening as he sweetly looks at you. 

You both gaze at each other for a while before you tug on his necktie, pulling him down for a comfortingly sweet kiss. As the two of you change angles to deepen the kiss. you hear the front door being loudly unlocked and then thrown open with a loud ‘thud’, someone finally making his way into your house. “Ah, There’s your husband.” Gilbert chuckles as he pulls out of you, his cum with your juices combined beginning to drip out of your pussy almost instantly. He pulls back from you to tug your dress back down your hips, and tuck himself back into his trousers, “Let’s greet him, shall we? After all, he’s the fool who ordered your assassination.” 

“And later let’s have some of that dinner you made.”