This blog is for my own creations: fanfics, HCs, and musings related to Cybird Ikémen Series otome games. May also include Twisted Wonderland, Hoyoverse, OKKO and Arithmetic games. 18+
@ohtomatotome is where I post original content or reblog writing challenges/events. It's not very active because I don't get a lot of time to write. But it's mostly fanfics about otome game guys.
I am in the process of cross-posting my content to ao3, but it is slow-going. If you want to see what is there now, search for PellMellPublished.
At some point I may edit this post to include a masterlist of my works. If I get ambitious. And if I get the time.
Modern AU, Mitsunari and Katsuko (OC of @the12thnightproject )
2100 words
Trope Prompt: Blind Date
My entry for Top Tier! Creative Exchange hosted by @lorei-writes and @pond-lilies. I am such a fan of the Katsu-verse! Imagine my surprise when I found out Impromptu was my giftee. I wanted a setting where I could combine her OC's interests of parkour, Star Wars, and Marvel.
It was a fun opportunity to create a little AU moment, imagining “what if the IkeSen guys were in the modern world, and Mitsunari bumped into Katsuko?” So I made them bump into each other one, two, three times. Finally, they set up a time to meet on purpose.
I had orignally selected a bunch of Impromptu's top tropes to include, especially 'Idiots in Love', but the 2000 word limit reminded me that narrowing my scope would be best with just one trope as the focus.
Even though those two are the stars of the story, I couldn’t resist a nod to the unrequited love Mitsuhide has for Mai while she’s dating Hideyoshi. I need just a touch of angst in my fluff, LOL
I hope I did credit to Katsuko. I've read almost all of the Katsu-verse stories so far (still making my way through 'Twelve Lies I Told Shingen Takeda'). I'm almost certain Mockingbird is one of the few Marvel characters she would feel simpatico with, but I'm less sure about the use of finger guns. I use finger guns when talking with strangers; it lessens/masks my anxiety. Since Katsuko also dislikes small talk, I thought it might be a good pressure valve for her, too.
After placing her order at Lettuce Eat food truck, Katsuko stood by the delivery window next to a guy dressed as Mr. Fantastic.
(He’s in cosplay. And he looks fit. This is a good opportunity to try out my sales pitch for the photoshoot.)
The idea had come to her when she was prepping for ‘Fandom-Con’. What could be cooler than capturing kickass superhero action poses while doing urban parkour? It was the perfect combination of her interests. There had to be others out there who felt the same. A convention was the perfect place to find them.
“Can’t believe our luck in finding vegetarian options here at the con. Pretty great, right? Or should I say … Fantastic?”
The man turned around when she started speaking, head swiveling to see who she was addressing. It was just the two of them at the food truck. He pointed to his chest as if to ask ‘Are you talking to me?’ with a quizzical expression.
“Oh! Because of my costume for Reed Richards? That’s a good pun!” A joyful smile broke out.
(Well, damn. That face contained the heat of a thousand suns. He should have dressed as Johnny Storm with a 500-killowatt smile like that, not Reed.)
The man continued, “Oh, I’m not vegetarian. But this one had the shortest line of all the food trucks, so my chances of getting back inside for the next panel were statistically better.”
Well, that was disappointing. Regardless, she was undeterred in her mission: Find out if he does parkour.
“Oh, that’s valid. Totally. But I gotta say that costume really is…” she mimed finger guns at him, “...Fantastic! The spandex fits so well; you’re like, really fit, too. What kind of training do you do to stay in shape?”
The minute the words were out of her mouth, she cringed inwardly so hard it felt like a blackhole had opened inside her gut. She wanted to crawl into it and disappear.
(That is such an obvious pickup line! I should have practiced in front of a mirror. I hate talking to new people.)
She wished her Mockingbird eyemask was large enough to hide her discomfort.
If the man had noticed it sounded like flirting, he gave no indication. In fact, it appeared as if he was oblivious of the connotation as he replied with an earnest smile, “Thank you! I don’t do much, but I do have an elliptical in my apartment that I use when I’m reading.”
They were interrupted by the window opening next to them, as hands held out take-out boxes. The man accepted one, she took the other.
“Ugh! Mushrooms?!?” came from her, at the same time he groaned, “Carrots? Whyyyy…..?”
The forlorn pout on his face was too cute. The food in his container looked like the stir fry she ordered. And hers? There was no way she would have asked for this many mushrooms.
“I think our meals got mixed up. Here.”
The change on his face was instant, clouds clearing away to bright sunshine once more. He reacted as if she was doing him a huge favor. “Oh! You really don’t mind trading with me? I can’t thank you enough. You’re so nice!”
She would have argued that they were handed each other’s orders by accident, but he had already started jogging away.
(Shoot, I never got a chance to finish trying out my parkour photoshoot questions.)
Would this line ever move? The long queue in the autograph area snaked back and forth. Katsuko had been standing for an hour before being told that she was in the wrong line for her favorite celebrity.
After finding the correct line and being at the very back of it, time stood still.
The line crept forward inch by inch.
Another glance at the clock on her phone.
(Aughhhhhh! If this line doesn’t start moving faster, I’ll never get to the Star Wars panel!)
Besides this autograph session, that panel was the one thing that made her sign up for the convention. Why did they have to be back-to-back on the schedule?
Her feet were falling asleep,; her legs were killing her.
What a find! The vendor room had been crowded and over-stimulating, but at least Mitsunari had found something worth reading at the rare book dealer’s booth. A first edition printing of the schematics of the vehicles in the Star Wars trilogy! Now all he needed was a quiet place to read it.
Every square foot of wall space was occupied by bodies, and there wasn’t one open chair in the food court. After peeking into the large rooms, he found one that was empty. Taking a seat at the front, he began to read. The world around him disappeared as his brain absorbed the technical diagrams.
Katsuko sprinted from the autograph area to the Star Wars panel at the other end of the convention center. Legs on fire, ankles still numb, dreaming of the chair she would finally sit on.
She opened the doors, only to be met with a room full of people. Every seat taken. Even the wall was packed. Exhaustion made it difficult to mask her frustration.
(No-no-nooo… Could this day get any worse?)
As if on cue, her left calf spasmed with a cramp. A little cry of pain escaped Katsuko, to her chagrin.
(Why did I ask that question? I jinxed myself.)
Putting her weight on the right leg, Katsuko hobbled forward as she scanned the packed room for any place to sit down, even on the floor.
Mitsunari closed the cover and returned to the real world with all the smells and heat of a hundred people crammed around him. His nose wrinkled as Mitsunari noticed the empty room was now filled to the brim.
His ears picked up a tiny sound of distress in front of him, seeing a woman favoring one leg and looking miserable. Oh no! He had to help her.
“Miss? Ma’am?” What was the appropriate thing to say in this situation? He gestured to the limping lady as he stood up, indicating his chair, “You, with the pretty turquoise and brown hair? Please have my seat!”
He was oblivious to the grumbles of the crowd that had been standing for the past hour as this newcomer was given a chair. After seeing that she was comfortably seated, Mitsunari smiled at her and left.
“Give it a try? Please?” Hideyoshi had cornered Mitsunari, taken away his new book, and was now begging him.
(Why did he have to grab my book? He better not damage it!)
Mitsunari couldn’t focus fully on what Hideyoshi was asking, as his mind was on his precious rare book. Purple eyes were tracking the hand holding it, which was making erratic gestures.
“You want me to do something for you and Mai, correct? Yes, of course I’ll help if I can. Now please give me my book. You’re creasing the cover.”
“...I don’t believe he heard all of your request. Allow me,” Mitsuhide’s smooth voice preemptively cut off Hideyoshi’s frustrated reply. “Hideyoshi is asking you to attend a speed dating activity to get a girlfriend so the two of you can go on a double date with him and Mai. It starts in one hour. It’s not a simple errand. You’re trying to find a date. Is that what you really want to do?” The sardonic tone suggested it should be the last thing anyone should do to help their friend.
Mitsunari processed that for a second, gears whirring in his brain. He weighed the concern for his friends and wanting to fulfill their wishes against the impossibility of convincing a woman to go out with him. Yes, he wanted to help, but was he able?
(Surely Mitsuhide was better at flirting than me.)
He looked between his two friends, the concern written on his face, “Me? Why not Mitsuhide? He’s more popular with the ladies.”
The words were barely out of his mouth before Mitsuhide closed in, wearing that scimitar smile and pointing a warning finger at Mitsunari, whispering a deadly “NO.”
At the same time, Hideyoshi gave an uncomfortable laugh, looking off to the side, “Yeah, no. Mai would rather it be you, Mitsunari.”
“But I have no ‘game’,” Mitsunari repeated something he had heard one of Mai’s friends say about him.
Hideyoshi sighed, “Yeah, buddy. I get it. It’s a lot to ask. I just wanted to make her happy…”
Guilt gnawed at Mitsunari, shoulders slumping.
“What if I sweetened the deal, hm?” Mitsuhide’s good humor had returned, “A $50 gift card to your favorite bookstore if you get a woman’s number. I’ll bump it up to $100 if you manage to secure a date.”
Hideyoshi, scandalized at the mercenary turn this conversation had taken, spun on his white-haired friend. “What? No! I don’t want to buy his agreement. I wanted him to actually make an honest effort in getting a girl. Mitsuhide, that’s … unconscionable.”
“Oh, but you’re not the one asking him to do it for a wager. I am. So you can keep your intentions pure. And I get to have a fun stake in it.” He turned his gleaming gold gaze on Mitsunari. ”What do you say? You can make an honest go of it for the sake of friendship, and you get books out of it. That’s a deal too good to pass up, Nari.”
(Those are all excellent points…)
“I’ll do it. When and where?” He was already pulling out his phone to add the event to his schedule.
The room looked exactly like Katsuko expected it to: small tables with a numbered placard and two chairs facing each other. A coordinator directed her to sit at table 17. Waiting for the first round to start, she mentally prepared her speech to make the most of the 5 minute time limit.
Mitsunari almost walked into the wrong room, but noticed the sign said Speed Friending. Close call! Next door was the sign for Speed Dating. Inside he was told to wait along the wall with the men. He looked at his number: 16. The girl sitting at table 16 was wearing a yellow wig. Then he looked to table 17.
(Oh! It’s the limping woman! I hope she’s feeling better now.)
The first man to sit down at table 17 only wanted to ask about what Katsuko’s ‘type’ was. Whenever she steered the conversation towards her photoshoot goal, he seemed confused, and then was finally sullen by the time he left his chair. She rolled her eyes, thinking it would have been more efficient and less frustrating if she had made a sign announcing her intentions.
Meanwhile, the bubbly personality seated across from Mitsunari was trying way too hard to sell herself. It was two minutes before she took a breath. He grabbed his opportunity to ask for her number. She produced her phone instantly with a high-pitched giggle, exchanging contact info with supernatural speed. Mitsunari was stunned at how easy it was. That gift card was as good as his!
Soon the time limit was called, and the men were told to move to the table to their left.
Katsuko hid her dismay at seeing yet another man sit down, but soon recognized him from the Star Wars panel.
“Thanks again for letting me sit down,” she started at the same time he asked, “How is your leg now?”
She was the first to recover, giving him finger guns and a grateful smile, “Fantastic, now, thanks to you.”
Mitsunari grinned at their simultaneous talking, his mind flitting back to a similar situation at the food trucks.
The finger guns and the word ‘Fantastic’ triggered enough similarities for him, while his solar-flare smile was unforgettable to Katsuko. They both leaned forward inquisitively, their movement mirror images.
“Were you dressed as Mr. Fantastic yesterday?” she asked – almost nearly at the same time as Mitsunari exclaimed, “You were the one cosplaying Mockingbird!”
They both chuckled at talking over each other again.
Katsuko asked, “Are you into parkour?”
“...What?” Came his reply with polite confusion.
She explained the sport, hopeful when recognition dawned on his face. Turns out a friend of his, Sasuke, did that. And why yes, he would consider trying it some time. In costume, even. And take photos. He simply kept nodding and agreeing to every suggestion. So cute.
Keeping her cool, she pulled out her phone, “Great. Let’s schedule something. I’ll get your email address.”
Mtisunari’s eyes widened. Wait – were they setting up a date? Had he fulfilled both Hideyoshi’s and Mitsuhide’s requirements without even meaning to? “I never thought the Speed Dating event would be this easy,” he hummed cheerfully.
“Speed Dating? No, this is Speed Friending,” she replied absently, opening her calendar app.
He shook his head gently, “Ah, that event is next door. The sign on this room definitely said Dating.”
Katsu: *breaks the fourth wall, looking at the camera with deadpan disappointment*
👉 Top Tier Ikemen Gift Exchange Sign-Ups: OPEN! [March 21st - April 4th]
Top Tier! Cybird Ikemen Gift Exchange is about to begin. Will you accept my and @pond-lilies' invitation? 😉 We hope to have S-pectular time together -- let's make it A-wesome if nothing else, as we have no intention to step anywhere near the D-ull tier!
How to sign-up?
#1: Make your own Fandom Tropes Tier List [Link].
#2: Fill out the sign-ups survey [Link] Remember to include your list!
Consider reblogging this post with your Tropes Tier List too 😉We're dying to know what your preferences are.
Event details below the cut! >:)
Participants
Fandoms: Cybird Ikemen Otome Games [all that we can accommodate]
OCs are welcome, but not required
Communication: Discord or Tumblr; in case of Tumblr -- have DMs enabled!
If you participated in either Mayday!Heyday OC Gift Exchange 2024 or Spill the Tea! OC Gift Exchange 2025 feel free to reach out to @lorei-writes to claim your OC form(s).
While we cannot guarantee your gift will feature an OC, we'd love to increase the chances of that and extend the invitation to the Ikemen OC community as well. >:)
OC Form
While there is some flexibility there, please make sure to provide the following information:
Full name:
Universe:
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Important details (pronouns, age, likes, dislikes, anything you consider necessary):
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Gift Guidelines
Art: black & white artwork or clean sketch
Writing: 500-2000 words
Rating: T or below No AI 1 gift
Your gift may feature violence, suggestive themes, crude humour, blood, simulated gambling, strong language or suggestive themes. Sexual scenes should remain in the suggestive realm or be fade-to-black
Schedule
👉 Sign-Ups: March 21st - April 4th
✿ Assignment Period: April 5th - April 10th
✿ Check-In #1: May 16th
✿ Check-In #2: May 30th
✿ Posting Period: June 7th
We will reach out to you with your giftee details and/or server invitation link during the Assignment Period. Joining the server is optional.
Q&A
Do I have to reuse my old OC form? [Past Mayday!Heyday and Spill The Tea! Participants]
No! You are free to submit a new one. If you don't have the old form available and would like to copy parts of it, I can access the file for you. However, you can also re-do it from scratch.
I am not sure if I will have enough information to work with an OC.
If you wanted to make an OC work, but came across any missing information, you can reach out to us. We will ask your giftee for clarification.
If it turns out that you can't work with the submitted OCs, that is fine too. We do not guarantee that any OC works will be created during the event.
I mentioned Midnight Cinderella, because many old time players still love it and I wanted to bring awareness to this game.
Please, please, please, if you were a MidCin player and feel comfortable working with the characters, do list them! If you have MidCin friends -- it is a huge favour to ask, but do let them know about us! We want to accommodate as many Ikemen games as possible, but given the general content of our blogs (and spam concerns), it isn't always easy to reach the players of the older titles.
If we can give you a chance to work with a MidCin chara, we will.
Would you assign someone a request from a game they haven't played and/or expressed interest in writing for that game?
No! During the sign-ups we ask for your preferences regarding preparing a gift, which includes selecting all the characters that you are willing to work with.
Other information we ask about includes what you plan to prepare (art or writing) or your preferences regarding creating OC works. We also leave a space for you to let us know about anything else you may consider necessary, e.g. tropes you are unwilling to work with or don't feel confident in.
Gifter-giftee pairs will be created with all that information in mind.
I'm having issue uploading my tier list file in the Google Form.
No worries! You can also DM it to @pond-lilies or me!
I wish I could include another trope on my list.
If a trope you love is missing from tier maker -- fear not, we left a space in the survey for you to still list it! We're sure your gifter will appreciate the information!
We expanded the list based on the tropes you listed, but we admit, we couldn't include every single one.
*weeps*
This blog's header is so old it still has Destined to Love and doesn't have any of the new games...
I promise I've been writing. It's just ... it's been roleplay writing. Not much fanfic to publish lately.
But I'll have something new to post tomorrow.
*blows dust off the blog*
I've been much more active on my personal blog @katriniac , if you want to see reblogs of the things I'm currently obsessed about.
The Midnight Cinderella app will be closed on Monday August 26th, 2024 (5 PM JST). The English version was actively updated from 2014 to 2021 when Cybird announced the ceasing of operations for MidCin, but the app remained accessible until today. I'm sure I'm not the only one who mourns the loss of it even after all these years of discontinuation, so I wanted to put together a post to properly say goodbye to it. Trying my best not to make it all too sappy - I'd rather look at it as a show that reached its final episode. Some things might be left unresolved but in the end, you remember the cast and the emotions they made you feel more than the actual plot. Nowadays there arguably may be better titles by Cybird out there, but for me, the simplicity of MidCin was what made the details so memorable.
1. VIDEO - POV: You're playing Midnight Cinderella (for 10 minutes)
The 10-minute version (without sound) is accessible via the link above (opens in Google Docs) This one I was really excited about recording! It's just your normal day playing midcin, I'm sure many will find it nostalgic and comforting. You log in, claim your daily bonus (I used the chance to do a present box reveal, 90+ items, many of which you might recognize from route grace checks), play the garden gacha (in my case, I used up all the points I had accumulated, 7800 which equals 39 solos), do your princess lessons, change your avatar, greet your friends, read 1/5 of today's free story parts, check the ranking and your stats, look at your memories directory. The video has no sound, as the game wouldn't let me turn it on (you will see me try to do so throughout the video...) but later on I got it to work so I recorded a one-minute video (the one imported above) of me replenishing stamina just for those iconic sound effects that you either loved or absolutely couldn't stand the volume of, haha.
2. A Midnight Cinderella playlist (spotify link)
While I wasn't there for the early days of midcin, the songs I associated with the game almost always captured this very specifically nostalgic 90s-10s period, you'll see what I mean. Many of those are taken from 8track playlists dedicated to Midnight Cinderella, and if I'm not mistaken you can still look at what is left of them if you search them up. Others are just my very random interpretations of the route stories and the characters.
3. Fic recommendations
We have a lovely community of creatives and there are still so many works left behind which you can check out on the tags! But especially for fics I wanted to list some that truly touched me during the years (all links open in ao3) -
i'm on fire and its NSFW bonus scene bloodstream by a deleted user - words are not enough for this one. It's like it meant more than Nico's whole route for me at one point, and the songs are forever in my heart as Nico songs...
MidCin Works by DBMidCin (SoftSen) - ALL of these. This is my go-to collection of writings for midcin when I start to miss the game, it has a little bit of everything. The headcanon of Giles teaching his girls French for instance is one of the things I still remember reading like it was yesterday!
Bedroom Etiquette (NSFW) by RubyLeeRay - Because this is the dream. Doing something forbidden with your tutor Giles is the ultimate fantasy, I swear. I just love it.
And of course, many, many more. There are currently 166 works on the midcin tag in Ao3, and I'm sure there are a lot of hidden gems here on tumblr as well! Reminder that writers LOVE it when you interact with their old works, it's not weird, you shouldn't hesitate doing so if you find yourself enjoying any of them! <3
4. My own humble collection of MidCin writings on my writing blog @xxsycamore!
Maid, Butler, Chamberlain (NSFW) - Nico x MC with Giles joining them
Grabbles: 💋 Demand for a kiss, right here, right now (GILES); 👔 Stealing their clothes to cuddle when you miss them (BYRON); more coming soon as there are still some in my askbox and I plan on including midcin in future short writings request openings too.
Shared Moments (NSFW) - Nico x Reader - Secret relationship
Ice-cold heat (NSFW) - Byron x Reader - Temperature play
Double the Surprise - Alyn and Leo birthday fic
Leo Crawford having a misadventure with a cat (ao3 link) - crack fic featuring most of the suitors
5. Out of context Midnight Cinderella screenshots
This is a sideblog of mine dedicated to posting out-of-context funny screenshots that I took while playing the routes - @oocmidcin . If you have some of your own that are not on there, you're free to submit them and add to the archive!
6. The perfect MidCin song - The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives
When I first discovered this song back in 2020 I dreamed of making it into a midcin music video with simplistic art and animations... It ended up being just something you daydream in detail about while in the car, but that's alright. I could at least share my vision with you! Disclaimer, this is just an interpretation and obviously it can't fit all characters ideally - In the brackets, I explain how the lyric is related to them and usually it reveals their backstories. Some of the details I've already forgotten, sorry if it's inaccurate.)
Tell me once again
I could have been anyone, anyone else
Before you made the choice for me
(Giles - his family making the choice for him since birth and later disowning him once he failed to become a knight due to his illness)
My feet knew the path
We walked in the dark, in the dark
I never gave a single thought to where it might lead
(Nico - wandering the streets with his mother once they were thrown out of Stein castle because she was a commoner having an affair with Byron's father, the King)
All those empty rooms
We could have been anywhere, anywhere else
Instead I made a bed with apathy
(Robert - the empty rooms of the once flourishing palace of the country that Robert ruled and led to demise, nowadays becoming a mere court painter)
My heart knew the weight
Ten years' worth of dust and neglect
We made our peace with weariness and let it be
(Leo - the years in which Alyn didn't speak to him, after the death of their parents)
The moon will sing a song for me
I loved you like the sun
Bore the shadows that you made
With no light of my own
(Albert - loyally standing in king Byron's shadow)
Name your courage now
We could have had anything, anything else
Instead you hoarded all that's left of me
(Sid - his relationship with his fiance that he agreed upon just to find out more about his parents by getting close to her father)
Swallowing your doubt
Like swords to the pit of my belly
I want to feel the fire that you kept from me
(Alyn - searching for answers about the murder of his family and the fire that burnt down their home)
I shine only with the light you gave me
(I could have been anyone, anyone)
(Louis - being a nobody and MC being his sun)
7. It goes on
I went to read what I could of chapter 4 of Rayvis' route, using my last two chapter tickets as well, thinking it won't make me cry. And then I'm hit with those familiar things.
So let's close this with a word about the things that never change in the universe of Midnight Cinderella.
Stumbling down the grand staircase and right into the arms of somebody. Escaping the palace at midnight with Nico's help. Sitting at breakfast with Giles giving you your schedule for the day. Nico's teasing little smile as he accompanies you everywhere and listens to your relationship troubles. The way he's just a little suspicious at times. Finding Robert painting in the garden of Wysteria palace. Going to the room of your chosen suitor for the first time and meeting a pet there. Leo teaching you history and politics in his office. Dance lessons with Louis. Needing those dance lessons because King Byron is coming to Wysteria and a ball is going to take place. The bureaucrats being unhappy with you as a princess elect, no matter what. Galloping on a horse with Alyn who just protected you from an enemy attack. Getting information from a certain flirty merchant at a bar. Albert bickering with Nico, Sid teasing Louis. Being introduced to Archduke Herneit at Stein castle. King Byron appreciating the night sky. The sight of your yellow and orange princess elect room where on the large bed with its blue bedframe and tall see-through canopy you lie awake and think about the events of the day and how would a wise future Queen of Wysteria deal with the current situation. But ultimately you fall asleep, hearing the melancholically beautiful sounds of a violin coming from somewhere deep within your dream, and leave it all to the following day.
Sign up: Now - 12th September 20:00 GMT
Assignment handouts: 20th September - 23rd September (Allowing a few days in case of volume of applicants! But aim to get all done ASAP.)
First Check in: 10th October
Second Check in: 1st November
Posting Date: Sunday November 17th (from Midnight GMT!)
Check ins will be done via discord preferably, but if you do not provide a discord username, we will contact you via tumblr.
WHAT?
Simply it's an art and writing exchange, but instead of worded prompts, you provide a song for your gifter to create to. It does not have to be a literal lyrical interpretation; just whatever the music inspires you to create.
FOR?
Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, and Ikemen Villains
You will choose if you wish to create art or writing, but you will not be able to pick a preference on what you wish to receive; it will be a total surprise.
If you list people you do not want to receive from or create for it will remain entirely confidential; please do not worry about this.
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...More Information under the cut!
For Artists:
There is no set canvas size
Pieces must be fully coloured; rendering is left up to your discretion
For Writers:
Please adhere to pronoun preference for your recipient
Minimum length for writing should be 1k words.
We understand English not everyone’s first language and so we do not expect perfect grammar: however please use capitals and full stops and paragraph breaks where appropriate as the minimum just for ease of reading for your giftee.
For Everyone:
Check ins are intended to make sure you're on track, if you're struggling please talk to us when we talk to you!
If you feel as if you can't complete on time, we will offer 1 one week extension (unless the case is extreme then we will organise something with your recipient)
Minors are prohibited from engaging in NSFW or Ikemen Villains content entirely. (In-game TOU for IkeVil states the game is unsuitable for those under 20.) If you are found to break this rule you will be entirely blacklisted from the exchange.
If you have any questions, please send us an ask!
Pairings will be decided entirely randomly
Don't be rude about your gift; it was made with you in mind, and intention and having fun is the most important thing here.
Please tag us when you post your final piece on the day!
If the exchange goes well, we will think about hosting another one in the future, and perhaps make themed exchanges. Right now this is entirely a trial.
For questions about who's hosting it; I wish to remain anonymous for now, and I will even contact people via an alternate discord account. Check in's on tumblr will be done by someone else. If you know who I am, please keep it to yourself. I will not be receiving anything, so please don't think I'm doing this to get amazing art or writing for myself from it.
'Tis your bright and tiny spark, // Lights the trav'ller in the dark: // Tho' I know not what you are, // Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Ladies, Gentlemen and other Venerable Figures, @wordycheeseblob & @lorei-writes have the honour to invite you to take part in Wish Upon an Aide Creation Challenge!
Available Characters
All the aide & support characters present in Ikemen series games. That list includes, but is not limited to: Cyran Rose, Roderich, Liam, Carlo, Kojuro, Kyubei, any named pets, IkeVamp rivals, etc.
Event Duration
April 4th - May 4th; masterlist drop on May 5th
Entries
Fanfic, fanart, moodboards, collages, edits, playlists -- any and all sorts of creative input are welcome. Please, label any suggestive or NSFW works appropriately. We reserve the right not to include mislabelled works on the masterlist.
Additionally, your entries do not have to be event exclusive, meaning that they can also be entries for other challenges.
Prompts
Feel free to use the graphic for taking requests :) ; Transcription below the cut.
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Recipient: @kokorokai as part of the ‘My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary
Characters: (Ikemen Prince) Clavis Lelouch and MC/Emma. Established relationship
Recipient’s Request: 🌶 NSFW content with a dominant Clavis
Premise: He knows she knows his weakness is alcohol and his fetish is her thighs. But he doesn't know her weaknesses, fetishes, kinks, or fantasies. It's time to force some sexy secrets out of his lovely lover. Written from Clavis’s PoV.
Emma unwrapped the gift box and took out a skein of lavender shibari rope and leather wrist restraints. There was a pause as she held them in her hands before giving me a dubious glance.
Oh? Already wary, are we? Heh, heh.
“I’d make a guess that you are inviting me to be your ‘lovely accomplice’ in setting up traps, but … Clavis, this … is not your usual rope for traps. And this.” She dangled the cuff from her fingers, “isn’t usually part of your traps, either. I’d hope, anyway?!?” A strained giggle, paired with her eyebrows pulled up together in confusion made an exquisite reaction.
Ah, well, let me spell it out so she’s not taken unawares when the fun begins tomorrow.
“What’s that? You say you would love to enjoy some alone time with your handsome prince? And you give your consent for some kinky fun? Oh, Emma, I’m so happy you decided to accept my invitation!”
I noticed her eyes widened at the mention of ‘kinky’. Oh ho.
My meaningful gaze bore down on her and I gave her my most wicked smirk.
“Oh! Oh, that’s what this is about? Clavis, your ruses and … gifts always make me second-guess myself. At first I thought it had to do with something sexy, but that’s not usually your style to be so obvious, so I was stumped.” This time, Emma’s giggle was adorably genuine.
The smirk still firmly in place, I waited a moment for her to continue. For her to give the answer I was certain of. For her to say ‘yes’.
But she only just looked at me, mild amusement on her face and nothing else coming out of her pretty mouth.
Well.
I cleared my throat, “Aaaaand, my lovely lover? What is your answer? Do you give me your consent to try all manner of delicious deviant deeds this weekend?”
At this, her perfect cheeks turned a ripe shade of strawberry pink.
Hm, yes that’s more like it.
She asked, “...all manner? Like what?”
Just as I was about to open my mouth and give her a most ambiguous answer, she hurriedly spoke again.
“Nevermind! I don’t think I want to know ahead of time. I trust you. Yes, darling, you have my consent for … kinky things.” Her hesitation towards the end came with downcast eyes and even redder cheeks.
Excellent, excellent.
I clapped my hands once in triumph, crowing, “Wonderful! You can leave all the travel preparations to me. All you need to do is pack your own bag.”
I leaned forward so my face filled her view, and pitched my voice lower and with seriousness, without a trace of my usual flamboyance, “Listen closely.”
She stiffened at this unfamiliar tone, curious eyes never once leaving mine.
“This is what you will pack: 4 pairs of panties and bras, your most comfortable robe, and the new corset you will find in your bottom dresser drawer. That is all. You don’t need anything else to wear on this trip. Nod if you understand.”
Emma hesitated, looking as if she had a question to ask, but then nodded. A timid smile was creeping across her lips.
I wanted very much to kiss it off her face, and then keep kissing her until we were both breathless.
Instead, I kept my composure and merely said, “Good girl. Be ready to go in the morning. Good night, and sweet dreams. I love you.”
After a kiss to her forehead – mm-hmm, her hair smelled heavenly – I stood up to leave.
“Uh- um, good night, darling. I love you, too.”
I closed the door and inhaled deeply. Why did no one warn me that practicing dominance meant that you also were to be exercising extreme self-control on yourself?? Augh!
I had seen a heated glimmer in her eyes, something I’m sure was not there before I gave her her packing orders.
Good. Good.
The experiment was off to a smashing start. I had intended to begin the kink level low, even before we reached my manor. This first part was intended to dictate her actions. By commanding what she must pack, my words and presence would continue to be with her as she is packing. She’ll be thinking about me all night and morning, long before she even sees me in the carriage. Every time she looks at her suitcase, she’ll be reminded of my strong tone of voice.
I wonder if she liked that experience tonight?
Emma liked it. Liked it very, very much. She sat on the sofa for a good long while, savoring the intimidating and arousing aura that Clavis had directed at her. It was so new!
When she finally pulled out the corset he had mentioned, she swallowed hard. This wasn’t a pretty lace and satin thing of lingerie. It was leather, well-stitched and expertly made for durability and comfort. It was an elegant shade of lilac, with an almost pearlescent sheen. Beautiful, actually. There were buckles and straps, metal eyelets and rings attached at various places that had nothing to do with the closures.
Now that she looked at it with a critical eye, the row of three black and gold straps across the front mimicked Clavis’s short uniform coat. She bit back a chuckle at her fiance's audacity before setting to work with packing only the essentials he had mentioned, all the while her imagination filled with images of him.
“Stand here. Don’t move from this spot.”
We had reached my manor without incident, and I immediately went to work on my experiment to discover Emma’s hidden kinks. I removed my white overcoat, boots, and scabbard, placing them on the bench by the bedroom door. Watching her as I loosened the buttons of my lilac jacket and returned in a slow stroll, I noticed she was clutching nervously at her skirt. But she never took a step.
“Should I take off my clothes, too?” Her question was touched with anxiety.
“No,” I cooed, “You only need to do what I tell you to. For right now, place your feet a little further apart so you have better balance. Yes, like that. Well done.”
I delivered my praise with a light caress to her temple. I was pleased to see the glow of warmth was back in her exquisite eyes. My bunny must be liking this already. I wonder what is going on inside that brilliant mind of hers right now?
I slid the dark violet cravat off my collar and stepped around behind her. Silently, I tied it around her head as a blindfold. Only when I was certain it was secure and she couldn’t see, did I lean in close to her ear to whisper huskily, “First: a little sensory deprivation to heighten your other senses.”
She flinched at my nearness, but relaxed soon enough. Next it was time for the wrist cuffs. These were a thing of beauty, crafted by the same skilled leather worker who built Emma’s custom corset. They were made of white leather with padding on the inside and edges, adjustable buckle, and reinforced D-rings. Expertly designed to my specifications.
I gracefully slid my palm down from her shoulder to her wrist, stopping there to encircle her delicate wrist within my thumb and forefinger. Just a moment, just long enough to give her a hint of what was coming. I put one cuff on that wrist, tightening the strap until it was almost flush to her skin. “Tell me: Is that too tight?”
She shook her head. I saw it, but this wouldn’t do. Had she forgotten already?
I tapped her lips with my gloved finger. “Use your words, darling. You must answer out loud when I ask you a question. Now try again: Is this too tight?”
“No. …sir.” The second word was added with apprehension, as if she wasn’t sure she should use the term or not.
Sir?
Hm. I certainly didn’t order her to call me that. Had she read such things in her romance novels? I didn’t want her thinking of those fictional men when I’m right here. Hm. Hmmmm. No. No, I didn’t like it. She needed to call me by my name, dammit.
I held her chin with my thumb to get her attention. “Listen closely: You are to call me Clavis. Not ‘sir’, not ‘master’, not anything else. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Clavis,” her answer was confident now.
Good. Very good.
I let go of her chin and put on the other wrist cuff, then snapped the rings of both cuffs together so her hands were bound in the front. She still would have the use of her hands. The object of the cuffs was to give her a small taste of being restrained while I tease the rest of her body.
The next thing was a ball gag. I had made sure to choose the most breathable, most comfortable one intended for beginners. Despite those precautions, I was still worried she might find this item repulsive. Positioning it in front of her mouth, but still an inch away, I warned her, “I have something to put in your mouth. It’s meant to stay there and keep you from talking. If you don’t like how it feels, use the non-verbal sign on tapping me twice to remove it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Clavis.” My lovely fiance opened her mouth obediently.
Such a glorious sight. I wanted to fall to my knees and weep with joy.
But no. No. I must continue to be the one in control.
The Dom.
Right. Back to work.
I set the ball inside her mouth, ordering her to bite down slightly to hold it while I fastened the strap on the side of her head. I waited a moment while watching her face for any signs of discomfort or revulsion. There came none. Just placid trust and patience.
Oh, my sweet, sweet Emma. Well done. Very good. You're being so good for me.
This deserved a reward … which just happened to also be a test. I stepped close to her side, my chest touching her shoulder. My arms encircled her waist to hold her upright as my mouth came a hair-breadth away from her ear. I sighed softly, letting the warm air waft before I assaulted the shell of the ear with kisses, toothy nibbles, and noisy sucking. I didn’t let up until she was fully squirming and seemed unsteady on her feet. But not once did she safe-tap me to stop.
“Ah, your ear is so sensitive now, hm?” I whispered before flicking my tongue out to tickle her ear lobe.
She jerked her head away in surprise, but my arms kept her balanced. I chuckled breathily as her face relaxed and leaned towards me once again. I kissed her cheek, down her jaw, and the side of her neck.
Emma’s muted breathing grew heavier the lower my lips went. Where her blouse collar began I sucked and nipped to leave a splendid mark. I admired it a moment before moving my hands; one to grip the hair at the base of her neck, the other to slowly snake across her stomach and down, traveling over the waistband of her skirt.
I could feel her quiver under my touch, but still she stayed in place. Oh, I’m so proud of you, my sweetest. My hand fisted in her luscious tresses and pulled gently back and to the side so as to expose more of her pure neck to me. I gave a quick peck to the shell of her ear before trailing kisses down her neck again, this time focusing on the erogenous zone where the neck meets the shoulder.
Meanwhile, my other hand continued its journey downward over the beautiful swell of her abdomen, palming her pelvic mound. I pushed the tips of my fingers into the crevice at the apex of her thighs. This earned a shudder from her and a gasp muffled by the ball gag.
So delightful. So trusting. So mine. I love her more than words can say.
I glided my hand upwards to her bound wrists, holding them. My other hand had let go of her hair to settle at the small of her back.
Humming my approval, I pressed a little kiss to her cheek, “You did so well, darling. Such a good girl for me. Now, let’s make you more comfortable, hm?”
After removing the gag, cuffs, and blindfold, I led her to sit on the edge of the bed. She was flushed, but her eyes were bright with delight and curiosity as I knelt in front of her. My hands rubbed back and forth across the tops of her thighs, ruching up the fabric of her skirt.
“Tell me: How did you like the blindfold? The gag? The wrist cuffs?”
Each question was delivered with as calm a voice as I could muster, even though I was bursting at the seams with excitement to know if anything had her galloping with arousal.
She paused before answering, as if she wasn’t expecting to be reviewed on her experience. I smiled and narrowed my eyes.
“Come, come. I’m not looking for an in-depth analysis. Just let me know if any one thing in particular stood out as a favorite.”
Recognition lit her face, as if she had just come up with an answer. As she took a breath to reply, I began unbuttoning her blouse. This action stopped her before any words came out.
Heh, heh. I LOVE to keep her on her toes!
“Don’t mind me, darling. Simply multi-tasking while you talk. Go ahead, now. You were about to say the part you liked the best?” I flashed her an innocent smile, and began to kiss the notch of her throat, eager to keep kissing the skin I exposed while I continued unbuttoning.
She raised an eyebrow in skepticism, but spoke anyway, “I liked it when you gave me orders.”
I was in the process of leaning in to kiss the swell of her breast when this admission caught me by surprise.
Ah!
Darling… ah, my lovely lover. Now it is YOU who have shocked me. Of all the kinky equipment, it was the commands that turned you on the most?
I smiled into her skin as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, earning a responsive jolt and gasp from her. Oh, does she even know how much that answer pleases me?
I pulled away and nodded as sedately as I could, trying not to show how much her reply affected me. “Hm, I see. Thank you for the feedback, dearest. Now, let us continue the experiment, shall we?”
She quirked her eyebrow once more, but I offered no explanation as I finished undressing her and ordered her to lie face-down on the bed. I ran a knuckle lightly over her shoulder blades, murmuring “good girl” as she got comfortable.
The second set of implements were intended to expose her to various temperatures and sensations. I was most interested in the last part of this section: impact play. Would my bunny enjoy being spanked, I wonder?
Over the next few minutes, I subjected her unblemished skin to an ice cube melting over the curve of her buttocks, melted wax dripped down her spine, feathers tickling her rib cage, softest cashmere rubbing up the backs of her creamy thighs, and rubberized mitts dagging over her hips. All the while, I gave her orders to either be silent, or be vocal. To either keep still or to wriggle and writhe.
During the use of the equipment, one of the commands I gave her was to “respond as honestly as you can, however you wish.”
And what was her adorable answer? “No, please, Clavis. Tell me what to do, what to say. Please?”
I couldn’t help but grin broadly at that, glad she could not see how thrilled I was at her plea. Of course I never let her know my joy. Instead, I bent down so my lips were next to her ear, and she twitched from hearing my threatening tone so close to her, “What’s this? Disobedience? Are you telling me what to do?”
She was quick to shake her head, uttering “Nuh-uh. No. I just … I, um… Sorry? I’ll do my best.”
I straightened up and patted her head proudly. “That’s a good girl.”
It was so cute seeing this new side of her! It seemed as if she was truly enjoying herself in this role.
We continued, eventually getting to the impact play portion. I propped her hips up on several pillows so her gorgeous ass was raised high, perfectly poised for my hand.
I noticed a slight glistening of liquid at the lips between her legs.
Hm. Nice. I hadn’t even touched her there yet.
I hadn’t warned her what was coming next. As I was rummaging through my case for the leather paddle, she ventured a timid question, “Clavis? Are you going to fuck me now? Is that why you stacked all these pillows under me?”
“So soon? Oh, no. Not yet, my lovely. Before we can get to that, we have so many more experiments to try.” I saturated my voice with wicked pleasure.
Her head dropped to the mattress, letting out a groan of immense disappointment.
I chuckled, “Oh, don’t sound so discouraged. I thought you were having fun. But …” I paused, inflecting my next words with dramatic self-pity, “... if you’re getting annoyed with me and wish to stop and go back to your books, I’ll understand.”
Emma snorted with amusement. I could sense the frustrated eye-roll she was giving me. “No. ….Ugh, no. Don’t – “ she huffed, pausing a second as if she needed to recollect her submissive act. “PLEASE don’t stop, Clavis. Please?”
I was more than happy to oblige her eager entreaty. She was scrumptious when she acted like this: wanton for me to fill her, but pliant enough to go along with my schemes. I was rock-hard already, my already tight white pants made all the tighter.
“Mm-hm, you asked so nicely. I suppose I could continue.” I rested my gloved hand on her soft bottom, to hint at what was coming. “This next part may be a little intense, darling. So please remember to use the safe-word if you need me to stop. Okay?”
She meekly answered, “Yes, Clavis, I understand.”
“That’s my girl.” I began slowly tapping her butt cheeks lightly, alternating randomly between sides. Then increased the tempo. Then the force, just a bit.
Her ass was slightly pink. Like a peach. Mmmm… so juicy, I could take a bite of that velvety flesh. Fuuuuuck, I want her now.
No.
Not yet.
I removed my gloves and ran my hands soothingly over the skin, reveling in the warmth and softness, trying to rein myself in.
She hadn’t made a sound until my bare palm met her skin – that’s when Emma gave a happy fluttering sigh, like the releasing of doves.
Oh, my sparkling jewel. My beautiful bride-to-be. My everything. How can one exhale from you do such things to my soul?
I took a deep breath and pulled my hand back, aiming for the next series of spankings. Each got progressively harder and closer to her center, near her lips. Droplets of clear nectar dotted the pillows beneath her. It coated my hand more and more as I slapped her pussy. But still she only moaned. She gave no signs of pain or reaching her limit. Marvelous.
I stopped to wipe my sticky hand on a towel, rewarding her with a low-pitched “You’re such a good girl for me. Now, I’ll need you to count each spank, okay? Can you do that for me?”
There was an immediate nod and “Yes, Clavis!”
Again, my domineering posing was protected by her not seeing the big smile I wore. Honestly, I don’t think she had ever been this complaint before. And she seemed so happy to be in this role!
I decided to leave that pondering for a later time, as there was a perky red ass waiting to be slapped right now. I picked up the paddle, and slowly sounded out several hits to the globe of her cheeks, sweeping upwards to channel the force away. She counted as each one turned her skin darker, making it glow with heat.
I stopped my motions, using the cashmere to soothe her inflamed ass and offer a change in sensation.
“Very, very good, dearest.” I picked up an ice cube as I asked, “Now, time for more feedback. Which of these experiences did you like best?”
As if to remind her of where we started, I slid the ice over her buttocks to cool them down. She gasped and shrieked almost in the same breath, jerking her hips at the cold sensation. I kept the ice moving quickly, so as to disperse as much healing coolness as possible. It melted within seconds.
God, her cheeks were red and taut like a ripe plum. She looked good enough to eat.
Ah … That was an excellent idea.
It might be slightly ahead of schedule, but I needed to do SOMETHING to clean up that rivulet running down her inner thigh before it completely drenched the pillows.
She hadn’t answered my question yet.
Hm.
I knelt on the bed behind her and between her legs, gently spreading her thighs with my hands, getting ready to tease her entrance with my tongue as soon as she started speaking.
“Tsk, tsk, I asked a question. You need to answer. Now.”
Emma began, “Well, I re–EEEE! Ah, mmmm!”
I had lapped ravenously at her juices, rejoicing at the lewd sounds it made. And at her own vocal additions, too, of course. I loved her squeals, her moans, her gasps, her groans.
I pulled away just long enough to give her a warning, the hungry growl in my voice not intentional, “Answer, Emma,” before diving back in to finish cleaning her up.
I could get drunk on how she tasted, how she smelled. The musky fragrance filled my lungs. How much longer could I hold out before needing to have her?
She managed to eek out a few words, no semblance of formal sentence structure to be found. Something along the lines of, “Commands. You, your touch. With orderssss. ….f-force me. Love spanking. Pleeeeease, please…. More, more control.”
Those were the words I was able to make out between the whines.
Hm.
She wants to be controlled more? That fit well into my next set of plans.
I petted her hair fondly as I gave her time to come down from the stimulation. “Very well, my lovely fiance. You’ve done so well for me. I think you’re liking this, aren’t you?”
She turned her head my way and dared a glance up. I knelt next to the bed so she wouldn’t have to strain her neck to see me. Her face was beet-red, eyes moist and dreamy, a sleepy smile on her lips. She had caught her breath by now.
“I am. Oh, I am, Clavis. But …” She bit her lip, eyes sliding away from mine.
I knew that look. I LOVED that look. She wanted something, but was feeling foolish for asking. I wanted to pull the truth out of her. Tease it gently, unravel it thread by thread until her innermost wishes were laid bare, safe and vulnerable in my hands.
I began to stroke her hair again, and her eyelids immediately fell shut in contentment. Soft as a summer breeze, I asked “But what, my love? You must tell me, or I’ll never know.”
Her relaxed features twisted suddenly in annoyance, eyes no longer moony but now flashing with sparks. I stopped petting her, doing my best to keep a look of total innocence on my face.
Of course I knew what she wanted.
I wanted it, too.
But not yet.
…Not. Yet.
“Clavis. I want you to make love to me. You already know; I said it before. Please? Don’t … don’t make me ask for it again.”
“Ohhhh, that. Hm,” my tone was non-committal, teasing. I leaned in to kiss her temple, smiling where she couldn’t see me. “Don't worry, I will satisfy you completely. In due time, in due time. But before that can happen, there are just a few more experiences I need you to have, and then review.”
I was being an absolute villain. I was pushing the bounds of her patience.
Would she angrily stomp out of here, cursing my name?
Or would she remain, but grow sullen and cold to my touches?
A plaintive whine left her throat, surprising me. Emma's gaze smoldered, the fiery frustration giving way to a simmering desire. And there was something else in her face … was it uncertainty? She reached out to grip my wrist, a silent request.
What was this about? Was she unwell after all? For a moment, my mask slipped. Concern pinched my brows. My voice was naked, forgetting to dress up in neither dominance nor feigned innocence, “Emma? Are you really okay with continuing?”
She must have sensed my seriousness, because she squeezed my wrist in reassurance before letting go as she nodded. “Yes, truly. I’m sorry if I made you worry. I only whined because … because I am so SO ready for you, and I don’t want to wait any longer. But most of all, I don’t want to beg. And it … it feels like you are pushing me to the brink in hopes of making me beg, like I’m some dog,” her pretty mouth turned down in disgust, “Is that what you are doing? Please, be honest, just this once, no tricks. What is your aim in all these sexy experiments?”
Ah.
So this is something new I have learned about her. Fascinating.
“Sweetest. Darling. I admit I am trying to find out your limits for certain things, but not the boundary you’d cross for begging. My aim, hm? I promise I’ll tell you when all the tests are done. So you keep your pleas unspoken, I do not want you to beg. I only want your honest reactions. I won’t leave you unfulfilled.”
“Promise? I feel like you’re teasing me much more than usual.” A pout began to form on her luscious lips.
“I promise.” I brushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear and pressed another kiss to her temple before standing up. “Now, let’s have you sit up so I can put one little thing on you before you lie on your back.”
My goodness, what a glorious sight.
Was there any man on this earth as lucky as me, to be blessed with seeing his lovely lover trussed up, spread out, and waiting in complete trust? I stood back to take in the full view, and swallowed hard.
I had taken great delight in lacing her up in the custom-made corset, seeing the leather pulling taut against her breasts. Her wrists were back in the cuffs, attached to the headboard. One leg was bent at the knee, pulled back as far to her torso as was comfortable, and then bound in that position with the lavender rope. Her other leg was restrained at a similar angle in a white leather straps to match her cuffs (a gentleman makes sure his lady’s accessories always match), clipped to the rings in the side of her corset.
It was an uncoordinated sort of look, more slap-dash than I had originally planned. Also, I was irked at not getting to try out the nipple clamps, but they wouldn’t work at the same time as having her wear the corset.
Was I rushing the schedule?
Perhaps.
Was I loading up all the implements and toys in one go, instead of one at a time like I had originally planned?
Maybe.
Was it because I was hanging on to my self-control by a thread?
Yes.
Yes, absolutely.
I had been straining at the front of my trousers so tightly that I decided to remove them and everything else I was wearing.
“Comfortable, darling?” I asked as I walked around to the head of the bed once more. Emma eyed my erection greedily, licking her lips.
But she only said, “Yes, Clavis.”
Her voice was sweetly obedient. The sound of it made me proud enough to crow from the rooftops.
“Then let’s begin our last set of experiences. You asked for me to be even more controlling, so that’s exactly what I’ll be doing. Don’t forget to use the safe-word if you need to. Do keep in mind that I will be asking for feedback. So try to keep track of how everything I do makes you feel.”
I kissed her full on the mouth quickly – too quickly so she wouldn’t have time to reciprocate – then gave her a cheeky wink before strolling to the foot of the bed, where I had a tray waiting with lube and various toys, plugs, dildos, and vibrators.
Choices, choices.
Where to start?
I looked adoringly at the two holes presented to me: one inviting and glistening, the other shy and puckered closed. Hidden at the top of this sight was the precious little rosebud that led to the high-pitched squeals I loved so much.
Deciding to start out slow with minimal invasion, I lubed up the tiny anal probe vibrator and smeared a dollop at the entrance of her ass. I felt her shiver at the touch, yet I pushed in slowly, slowly with the tip of my finger until it was finally granted at admittance. Emma gasped. I slid the probe in next to my finger until it was all the way in where it needed to be. Then I moved my finger in and out slowly a few times to help that area relax, to get her familiar with the sensation.
When I pulled my finger out, I pressed a lubed-up anal plug to the entrance until it sunk in. There came a tiny groan from my lady love. The facets of the princess-cut amethyst at the end of the plug caught the light and twinkled at me. I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction at the view. I decided right at that moment to buy her matching amethyst earrings made with the same exact cut. It would be our own little private joke when she wears them in public.
“Turning it on, my dove,” I crooned a warning before toggling the switch on the probe.
“Huh? Turning wha–aaAHH!” Her hips jolted off the bed as soon as the vibrator went to work in her pert little asshole.
Miniscule moans were uttered from the head of the bed as I began to prepare the next toy: a dildo with a harness that connected to her corset rings to keep in place, so it wouldn’t get pushed out in her exertion. It was needed since my hands would be busy elsewhere. No lube was needed for this one; she was already wet enough to have a pool gathering on the purple towel underneath her. I rubbed the head and shaft along her folds, coating it in her essence.
This earned an audible inhale from her; does she know how her sounds drive me mad with lust?
I pushed it in slowly, letting her adjust to the size. It was another custom-designed item, made especially for tonight. She hadn’t seen this dildo before, but if she had there would have been recognition in the length and girth, even the slight angle. Of course it was a product of my ego. But if she was going to have anything inside her besides me, then I wanted to be like me in every way possible.
Once it was in all the way up to the hilt, I pulled it out at a lazy drag asking, “Still feeling fine, sweetest?”
“Uh-huh,” she confirmed while wiggling her hips to bring back some friction. The restraints of leather and rope made this futile effort extremely entertaining. I gave her what she wanted: I thrust the toy in and out repeatedly at her favorite pace. The languid moans rose in frequency and pitch.
God, she was magnificent.
I. Needed. Her. Now.
I held onto my sanity long enough to thrust it in one last time before attaching it to the harness. A questioning whine came from her throat as she saw me move to the side of the bed with the tray. From her vantage point, she wouldn’t be able to see the vibrators I was going to use.
Okay, time to get into the role, Clavis.
You can do this.
This is the last big hurrah. Time to finish things up exactly how she’d like. With complete control.
I wonder: when she asked me to take more control, did she have any premonition that I’d be ending the experiment with edging and orgasm control?
I began to tease her clit with the lowest setting on the most gentle toy. Switched over to a powerful wand for an intense but short time. Then switched to an intermediate one, moving all the way through the speeds, gauging her reactions. I was careful to keep an ear to her breathing while watching the telltale signs of her hips.
All the while I was changing the toys to keep her on her toes, I was issuing commands. Things like: countdown from 5, stay silent, moan loudly, scream my name (that one was fun), keep still, don’t you dare cum yet, etc.
Each time she obeyed, I rewarded her with a “good girl” and a deep kiss. Sometimes I just kissed her through the exquisite trials of a particular vibrator. Other times I slowly massaged her sensitive bundle of nerves with my thumb, sometimes my tongue. I lavished attention on that treasure until her chest was heaving with exertion and the breathing was ragged.
I had lost count of the times I brought her almost up the edge and then brought her back down.
I moved all the vibrators aside and sat on the edge of the bed so she could see my face.
This goddess, this angel, was mine. Completely mine.
Sweat-soaked face, eyes glazed over with lust, lips dry from panting, hair a total mess.
She had never been lovelier.
And never once did she beg. No plea of “Just let me cum!” There had been plenty of cursing and saying my name as if it was a curse itself. Lots of delicious moaning, gasping, squealing, and sighing. But no begging.
Amazing. My Emma was simply amazing.
I let her catch her breath before I reached out to cup her cheek and ask, “Now, if you please, I would like some feed-”
…”CLAVIS.” Her hoarse voice was serious. As were her eyes.
I stopped talking immediately, my attention entirely on what she thought was important enough to interrupt our review. My elegant eyebrows lifted in silent inquiry.
“No feedback,” was all she said.
I echoed her, asking “No feedback?”
“No feedback,” she repeated.
“Care to elaborate, dearest?” I cooed while stroking the side of her face with my thumb.
“No.”
I started to panic a little. She hadn’t used the safe-word, so I had thought she was enjoying being endlessly edged to hell and back. Had I been wrong? Had I missed a cue? Did I hurt her, and she was just being brave? Was she angry with me?
Something resembling concern must have made it through my mask of dominance, for she sighed and added, “I’m not injured or sore. Maybe a little overstimulated. But I’m fine. I would have used the safeword if I had been unsure about continuing. So don’t look so worried, Clavis.”
Ah.
…okay.
I was flummoxed as to what made her so taciturn all of a sudden.
“You want your feedback, don’t you? Then you’ll get it. But only after you satisfy me.” That severe expression held no room for compromise.
I loved seeing her so serious. She was breathtaking. How I loved her!
As my lips began to curl into a pleased smile, she cut in with a demand of her own: “Fuck me, Clavis. Now.”
My smile froze.
Great heavens, she was irresistible like this.
I felt compelled to obey, even though I had been the one issuing commands all day. I attempted to remain smooth and masterful as I lowered my face within inches of hers.
Feigning nonchalance, I said, “I suppose I could make a compromise, since my lovely fiance is so desperate for me.”
She rolled her eyes, quirking her mouth into a wry expression. “Well, get on with it. I’m … I am – ugh, Clavis, don’t you … ?“
I forstalled her fumbling words by pressing a kiss to those pouting lips, giving her time to gather her words. Would she beg, I wonder?
At last she mumbled, “I need you. Don’t you … need me, too? Or is this teasing torture all you want?” Those tender eyes slid away from mine, downcast.
Arrows. To the heart. A barrage of steel-tipped bolts lodged in my chest, stealing my breath.
Oh, my precious. Had I made you doubt my desire for you?
She hadn’t begged or bargained after all. She hadn’t needed to. Not that I ever wanted her to. That hadn’t been my goal.
My goal.
Oh.
In the delicious taunting and torment, I had almost lost sight of why I started all this.
I wanted to find out her secret kinks, her guilty pleasures.
Sighing an apology, I hurriedly kissed her lips. “No, no, my sweetheart, my dove, my everything. Of course I need you. I’m sorry. The –”
–” then why –” she began.
I immediately rushed in with the explanation she deserved, – “because I wanted to discover what set you aflame. You already know I’m crazy about your thighs. And well, everything about you, truly. And you know all my weaknesses. You know how to drive me wild. I feel at your mercy every time we are in bed. I … I simply had to find at least one of your fetishes, a kink, a secret touch or toy that made you lose yourself to me the way I feel helpless around you.”
There.
I had come clean.
I feared she would laugh, even though I knew my darling would never ridicule me when I was laid vulnerable to her like this.
And yet.
I was scared anyway.
I felt more naked than I actually was. Like my chest was open, heart exposed.
“Ohhhh. Clavis.” Her sympathetic sigh was balm to my nerves. My name on her lips was full of love and acceptance. Not a scrap of judgment or mocking was present.
She began to reach her hands to me, forgetful of their bondage. The clanking metal of the cuffs’ links jangled me out of my self-pity, reminding me to school my features into something less pathetic.
“Let’s get you out of these, hm? I think the sexy experiment is over. It yielded no results.” I attempted to sound like my usual self as I unclasped the leather restraints from the headboard.
“You’re wrong, honey. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.” The sultry smile on her face grew.
I simply blinked at her while I undid the buckles to free her wrists.
Emma continued, “Perhaps the feedback wasn’t what you expected. But I could have told you what you wanted to know without going to all the trouble.”
Hmmm?? What was this?
She bit her lip slyly before adding, “Not that I didn’t like the, um, experiments. It was a fun and new experience with you.”
I kept silent, but nodded to encourage her to continue. What was she going to divulge?
I moved to the foot of the bed to undo the ropes on one leg and the leather straps on the other as she spoke.
“None of those toys or equipment were something that unlocked a new deviant side of myself. There was no one particular place you touched or action you did that wasn’t more special or spicy than the others. But there was one constant throughout the entire adventure that kept me aroused more than anything else.”
After I tossed the rope and restraints to the floor, I noticed the imprints left behind. Little lines indented her supple skin. My fingers traced them gently, lovingly. Her thighs were like a canvas for the rope patterns. I was relieved to see there were no angry red marks. I kissed the trail of criss-crossing marks, reveling in the softness of her glorious legs.
She paused, as if waiting for me to give her my full attention. I rose from my worship of the world’s most perfect thighs and asked, “Oh? You’re giving me feedback after all? Lucky me. Do go on,” I purred as my palms glided from her hips to her knees.
“It was how you acted. You were still Clavis. The Clavis I love. But you were also … more. Different. It was the domineering act you put on. The way you commanded me to do or not do something. I loved submitting to your orders. I … I enjoyed putting myself completely in your control. Because I trust you. And because it felt exhilarating to be at the whims of a man who usually is out of control.”
She giggled, giving me a knowing look. It was the truth. I didn’t interrupt her to say she was wrong.
Emma went on, “You are chaos incarnate, sweetie. Your political plans are masterful, but your outward attitude is so flippant, so unpredictable, that nobody realizes how dastardly clever you truly are. But today you behaved differently. You were so sure of yourself. Sure of what reactions you wanted to pull out of me. And that was what put me into a frenzy more than anything. It was seeing you execute whatever plan you had in mind, and entrusting myself to your care. Because I love you and I know you would never hurt me.”
My mouth had gone dry and I realized at some point my hands had stopped their trek across her sumptuous legs.
The full impact of what she said was still hitting me: None of the bondage gear or implements or sensation tricks I used were effective at uncovering a new kink.
It had been me! And her! It had been the Dom/sub roleplay that had been at the heart of her arousal this whole time.
I almost laughed out of sheer exhaustion at realizing that we hadn’t needed any of the periphery, not a single whip or blindfold or toy.
All we needed was the two of us.
“It’s you. You’re my kink.” Her sheepish words echoed my thoughts. “There’s your feedback. Now. Ahem. Clavis, I believe you were FINALLY about to fuck me, right?”
“One hundred percent correct, my lovely lover. But first let’s get this off you. I don’t want anything between us.” I made fast work of the buckles on the front of her corset.
Taking into account how tired and sensitive she was from all my previous ministrations that day, I didn’t over-exert our love-making. That first time, at least. The rest of the weekend was full of intense, laborious exercise in bed. I gave in to every one of her whims and requests.
On our final afternoon in the manor, Emma slid off of me, panting, before she caught her breath enough to speak her mind. It somehow flowed from the conversation we had had on that very first day of the experiment.
“No one gives you enough credit for all the effort and intellect. You keep your brainpower too well hidden, and it frustrates me that people don’t appreciate how smart and resourceful you are. Do you know how it feels to have everyone think I love a fool? How it feels to have everyone look at my husband-to-be like he’s just some weird idiot, instead of the intelligent and caring and amazing man he is inside? Do you? I don’t think you do, sweetie. It’s infuriating. And you never correct them!”
“Heh. And neither will you. Ever. I prefer it that way. And you know why.”
She did. And it set my heart aflame to know that she understood my wiles and reasons, yet still got angry on my behalf.
Oh, darling. I don’t deserve you.
Knowing that she adored my hard work and brains was enough to spark a dozen new ideas for the next time we had a weekend away.
She loved my cunning. And my cunnilingus. I would put both to work next time, along with that domineering side that drove her wild.
I grinned wickedly.
She saw it, and responded with a wicked smile of her own. “Uh-oh, what does THAT look mean? You look positively villainous… I love it.”
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AUTHOR’S NOTES:
😏 I’m curious to see what the readers think their safe-word is? Comment or reblog with your idea! I can’t wait to see what you guess! Hee hee!!! 😘
I don't usually write in first-person PoV. But for some reason when I started this, Clavis INSISTED he be the one to speak. The words must come from his mouth and not from a disinterested observer. Pfft. Okay, pal. Man, he can be pushy. And he's SO GOOD at getting his way!!
Kokoro! Bryn had mentioned you said “It’s Valentine’s Day, I want them to fuck!” 😏🤣 LOLOLOL And here I realized by the time the D/s scenario had wrapped up, Clavis still hadn’t DONE THE DEED. 😳🥹 Ack! I’m sorry! 🙈🙃😅 It was implied that they did, indeed, fuck several times during their weekend away. But I didn’t have time to write it all out. I’m sure the scenes would be far more delicious and steamy in your imagination than I could put them into words. So please visualize to your heart’s content! 😈😉
Recipient: @violettduchess as part of the Ikemen Prince Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen
Characters: IkePri Keith Howell and MC (Emma), established relationship
Prompt: Something fluffy and lighthearted, maybe a trip together. It would be fun to see something not go according to plan and how they handle it. SFW, a little bit of spice.
Triggers: N/A
Content Warnings: Alter!Keith makes a couple of appearances, young children, kissing, depression, mention of sex (not depicted), mention of marriage. It is all fairly tame; just heaps of fluffiness.
Author's Notes are at the end of the story
“Isn’t this the most whimsical thing you’ve ever seen? What a vivid imagination this artist has!”
Emma’s delighted tone caught Keith’s attention immediately. He came over to see the painting she was admiring. The couple were browsing decor in a shop situated near the crossroads of Rhodolite and Benitoite, filled with fine exports from sea-faring merchants. The framed piece in front of Emma was done by an artist who hailed from the border between Obsidian and Achroite.
Keith came to stand beside her and pointed at the painter’s signature, explaining, “I’m a little familiar with this man’s works. He doesn’t depict make-believe or fantasy. All his paintings are based in nature, and he paints them on site. This … oh, this piece is certainly not imagined…”
His voice trailed off in a wistful sigh. She gave him a questioning look. She had never seen him go all gooey over art before. Stars and herbology, yes. But a painting? There was something special here, she could tell she was about to uncover another secret treasure buried in Keith’s heart. Emma nodded, encouraging him to continue.
The glimmer in his golden eyes sparkled brighter as he explained the natural phenomenon known as the Aurora. Astronomers theorized the shimmering ripples of bright green are waves of light bouncing off the particles in the sky, or maybe they are chemical reactions happening at the cosmic scale.
“How I wish I could glimpse it with my own eyes, even if just for a moment.” The enthusiasm that had fueled his explanation soon was replaced by a tone full of yearning, his dreamy gaze on the painting once more.
“But why can’t you?”
“The lights are only visible near the north and south poles of the planet. I would have to go many days worth of travel just to see even a smidge of them. And even if I was in the right place, I’ve heard the conditions have to be just right: low humidity, no clouds whatsoever, no wind, a crescent moon is best… in short, unless one lives in the perfect area and searches the sky every night of their life, seeing an Aurora in one’s lifetime is not likely. It’s like trying to hunt the rare and elusive white stag of Jadean legend.”
Emma waited until Keith was exiting the shop to secretly purchase the painting with her own money and arrange to have it shipped to the palace in Jade. Few things had ever made her lover’s eyes fill with the hungering ache she just witnessed. Even if he would never see the sight with his own eyes, this artwork would have to suffice.
Then she began to wonder: Why couldn’t he plan to see it in the future? What’s stopping him? What if she were to put the plan in motion herself, and surprise him?
—-------
An invitation arrived for the royal family of Jade, requesting a representative of the governing body to attend a special conference hosted by Achroite in the north. As soon as Keith offered to go, Emma saw this as her opportunity to enact her plan. Skillfully, deceitfully, and delicately, she plied various tactics and reasoning for letting her accompany him.
Keith didn't quite understand the motivation behind Emma's attempts at joining his journey north. However, he wasn't going to deny her when there was such bold determination in her warm eyes. He was never any good at telling her 'no'.
Triumphant at her victory, Emma packed her trunk and bags with thoughts of dancing green lights in her head, only to be outshone by the spark in her prince's eyes when his wish was granted.
—-----
The fastest travel route was straight north through Obsidian. That also made it the most dangerous. Keith wasn't about to put Emma's life in danger to save a few days of travel time. He planned a route northeast by carriage to the sea port in Benitoite, sailing north on a luxury cruiser, and then west by carriage through the mountain pass to Achroite.
He looked over his map and itinerary one last time, a soft smile hiding the growing confidence he felt each time he examined his plans. It would be their first time traveling so far, and would be a test to how well they can bear the burdens of a long journey with limited resources. Keith had decided this trip would be the perfect opportunity to prove to Emma that he was capable, reliable, and could take care of everything.
His usual companions of gloom and self-doubt had been visiting more often during this year of peace. The period of calm also meant there was less necessity for Alter!Keith to make an appearance and save the day. However, that absence made it all the more poignant when Emma would cajole him out simply because she wanted to spend time with him.
With lots of time on his hands, the anxious voices in Keith’s head ran rampant without an exterior distraction to keep them silent. But now? Traveling to the conference was just the thing to challenge himself and keep the depressing thoughts at bay.
He patted the side of the carriage before climbing aboard with a smile, "Easy travel, good roads, and plenty of time to relax along the way. Why, we could almost treat this like a vacation!"
—-------
Famous. Last. Words.
'Vacation' would have been the absolute last word to describe the comedy of errors hounding every leg of their journey.
The first thing to go wrong was one of the carriage wheels broke as it hit a deep run left by the late summer rains. It happened right inside the Jadean border before stepping over to Benitoite. The only living souls around were all busy in the rye fields. After convincing one of them to put down his scythe long enough to talk, Keith discovered with dismay the small group of people he was looking at was the entire village. It was a very isolated place that relied on every able body to help with the harvest. That group included the wheelwright: Keith and Emma's only hope of getting back on the road before dark.
Keith offered to take the wheelwright's place in the field. The hardy villagers barely held their skepticism behind polite faces.
"The wright can thresh twice as many sheaves of rye as anyone else. You'd be taking one of our hardest workers. Besides, t’is no time to be gabbing about. Lookit those rain clouds headin’ this way. Our work’ll have been wasted if we can’t get the rest in the barn before the drops fall. Beggin' yer pardon, but a prince ain’t no replacement for the wright."
Keith wasn’t about to take ‘no’ for an answer. Spurred on by necessity and the desire to impress Emma – and perhaps the bruised pride of being passed over without even a chance to prove his worth – he picked up a scythe and jogged to the row needing mowing.
He shrugged off his coat and went right to work, speaking over his shoulder to the wheelwright, "I'll do your share here if you fix the wheel. And I'll pay you triple the usual amount. Do we have a deal?"
He never broke his rhythm as he talked, taking a broad arcing swing, smoothly slicing the stalks in front of him, and moving forward with a quick grace rarely shown by the first prince of Jade. Muscles rippled across his back as each successive swing gave him more confidence. The villagers were shocked into silence.
"Y-Yes, your highness. Thank you!" The wheelwright touched the brim of his hat in courtesy, amazement on his face. Emma glanced sidelong as the villagers who now all raced to pick up their scythes and attempt to keep up with the prince.
Tales of Keith's kindness and willingness to help commoners with even the most mundane tasks had spread across his kingdom long before this. However, the additional detail of how strong and muscular he was never accompanied the rumors. 'He sure showed them! Well, that ought to fuel their gossip through the winter," she thought giddily to herself as she headed towards the end of the field to help with tying the sheaves. Emma was pleased and vindicated on her prince's behalf, proud that his people had found new respect for him.
—-------
After that encounter, it was supposed to be smooth sailing. Quite literally. Only … the mishap with the wheel and then the afternoon’s rain muddying up the roads put them far behind schedule. They missed the luxury cruiser. It disembarked from Benitoite the day before they reached the docks.
With a sullen face, Keith booked their fare on a north-bound merchant ship. Emma knew that face too well: it meant he was disparaging and beating himself up inside. She knew it would do no good to convince him right this second that he couldn't control the weather. She'd wait until they had a quiet moment together to soothe his nerves.
The trouble with that plan was that peace and quiet were impossible to find on that busy ship, not to mention privacy. They shared sleeping quarters with the crew’s family, swinging in hammocks at night and sitting elbow-to-elbow with eight noisy people below decks during the day.
There was one moment of peace, though. It occurred above deck at night when the sea was glassy smooth and the crew wasn’t throwing mouthfuls of curses at one another. Keith hugged Emma from behind, whispering just a tad louder than the wind whistling past them, “I don’t know how I’d get through this ordeal without you. But at the same time I feel like the worst person alive for bringing you on such a doomed voyage. I'm sorry you’re with a jinx like me.”
She leaned into him, turning her head so the breeze wouldn’t snatch her words away, “Darling. There’s no such thing as bad luck. Where you go, I go. And that’s that. I love being with you, no matter where it is or what is happening.”
—-------
Finally having landed just east of the mountains bordering Achroite, Emma thought they could relax at last. A coach was hired easily, and they were well on their way through the mountain pass. That's when they heard a series of muffled THUMPS behind them.
Alarmed, Keith had the coachman stop the horses as he took a look at what made the noise. Almost every one of Emma's bags were on the dusty road, clothes strewn about.
"Wha….what happened?? How….?!" She felt like crumbling onto the rocks and crying. How could this trip get any worse? She bit her lip to stop the wobbly tremble that threatened to bring tears to her eyes.
The coachman came over and looked at the shredded leather casings of her bags, nodding, "Oh yah, this is old leather. It's no surprise that the salt air on your sea trip had weathered it and made it too brittle to withstand much more abuse. S'too bad, it is. But there's an expert leather worker just ahead."
They wearily gathered up her belongings and did their best to stuff it into Keith's luggage. His was supple, well-treated leather that showed no signs of damage from the sea voyage. Emma inner thoughts were cruel for the ride to the village, reminding of the gulf between their backgrounds, status, and financial situation. Feelings of inadequacy crawled angrily across her heart. 'Of course. Of course the poor little orphan girl has crap for baggage – why would someone like me ever need to travel? No one expects someone like me to ever go beyond her front door.’
Fortunately, the leatherworker was home. Unfortunately, he was forced to watch his young children because his wife was recuperating from a severe illness at her sister’s. He met them at the door bouncing a screaming baby in his arms while a toddler on unsteady feet clutched his pants leg. His face was apologetic, “I’m awful sorry, I am. But with the missus gone, I can’t leave the house. I tried keeping ‘em in the workshop with me one day to see if I could get any work done, and it was a disaster, heh.”
Clenching her fists in frustration, Emma took a deep breath while trying not to despair. “If you can’t repair my pieces, do you have any luggage completed that I can buy right now?”
He shook his head, “Nah, I don’t do my business like that, makin’ stuff that might sell ‘someday’, I only take on jobs that will pay me when the work is done.”
Both Keith’s and Emma’s faces were crestfallen. They knew they could buy luggage once they get to the capitol city, but it was still a long ways to go and her belongings were getting dustier and dirtier by the mile. They muttered their thanks, turning to go, when the leatherworker suddenly made a sound like he just remembered something. “By any chance is what yer needin’ is just the fastenings? Like the straps around the bags and such? Because I do have those ready-made.”
“Yes! Yes, that’s what broke. That’s all I need replacing!” Hope filled Emma’s voice and face and she stepped up the stairs again towards the little cottage. Emboldened by this promising possibility, she brushed up her prettiest smile and offered, “How’s this? I’ll watch your little ones while you repair my baggage, and we’ll pay you twice the going price.”
The man blinked, glanced past her to where Keith was still waiting by the coach, as if to silently ask ‘Are you okay with this arrangement, buddy?’
She turned around and gave him an optimistic ‘thumb’s up’ gesture with a big nod to encourage him t agree, “Right, my dear?”
Keith was gazing at his beloved with open admiration. He nodded, “Absolutely. That’s a wonderful idea.”
They sent the coachman off with enough gold to ensure he’d come back to get them later than evening. While the leatherworker took the ruined luggage into his workshop, Emma introduced herself to the children. Besides the baby and the toddler she had seen at the door, there was also a 5 year old inside. Hours went by as the couple played games, told stories, and fed dinner to the kids. Both of them had wildly giddy sweet thoughts running through their heads of how capable and adorable the other one looked in this parenting mode. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say ‘baby fever’ had taken root that very day. From this moment on, Keith in particular was prone to falling into daydreaming about their future family.
—------
At long last they reached the Achroite castle without further mishap. As they unpacked, weariness settled in. The long journey and many unforeseen hardships were at last taking a toll on the young couple. Keith took a seat on the bed, resting his back against the headboard. He patted the space on that mattress next to him, gently calling “Emma? Come take a rest.”
“But I’m only halfway done with putting away my things…” is what she said, but her heart wasn’t in it. She was in the middle of pulling out another sweater from her bag when she felt warm hands glide from the top of her arms, down to her hands, freeing the fabric from her grasp. Keith set the garment on top of the luggage just as Emma’s shoulders slumped. She turned to face him and sagged against him with a sigh, while he bent his head to place a kiss against her hair. She gave no resistance when he led her to the bed.
The sky darkened as they lay on top of the crisp sheets, snuggled together in a drowsy heap.
“We can’t fall asleep…” her drowsy voice was muffled against his shirt, “...or be late to dinner.”
“...we won’t…but, hmmm…” Keith’s lethargic murmur turned almost sour, “what if … would it be the worst thing in the world … if we just stayed in bed?”
Emma squinted a bleary eye at his face, trying to discern if, in fact, Keith had already dozed off for a second and allowed Alter!Keith to slip into consciousness now. That reply sounded an awful lot like something the other one would say. Oh, what did it matter? She was too tired to really care which one was beside her at the moment; she loved them both equally.
However … it would be rude of them to be absent at the first gathering of the conference. And then they’d have to make apologies to their host, which was not an attractive prospect. Prince Matthias didn’t seem the sort to forgive easily, no matter how small the slight. She didn’t want to be the cause of an international incident right at the beginning of their stay.
“Nnghh… no,” She struggled to rouse herself into a sitting position, and jostled his shoulder in an attempt to keep him awake. “We have to get ready.”
Moody citrine eyes opened to give her a scathing look. Well, that made it clear who was at the forefront now. “Don’t ya think he’s earned a rest?”
Emma expected any sort of objection from Alter!Keith, but not this tactic. His words gave her heart a warm squeeze, just as they did any time he showed consideration for his other side. She also realized he knew about this weakness of hers. Was he trying to exploit it for the sake of a nap? She rolled away off the bed and went to one of her open trunks for a fresh gown.
“Tch. That’s sweet of you to show concern. But it’ll mean more trouble for us later if we don’t get moving now. Decide which one of you is going to be on the surface for this meal. It will be lots of socializing and politics.”
Suddenly deja vu from mere moments ago danced over her memories as a warm presence moved behind her and hands slid down her arms. This time, however, they belonged to a very handsy prince. His words gusted hotly over her ear, “Mmm, I’ll stick around long enough to help you undress. He really oughtta be present for the boring – I mean, important stuff.”
—-------
As much as they yearned for one another’s intimacy through the week, the conference schedule kept Keith busy all day, and social obligations kept the pair busy in the evenings. By the time they were alone and could have enjoyed one another in private, exhaustion demanded it was time to sleep.
A few times Keith had asked Emma how she had kept herself occupied during the day, and received very predictable answers such as; visiting the town market, strolling in the conservatory and greenhouse, socializing with the other noble ladies. And reading, of course. She never went into detail of any of the sights she had visited or conversations she had had. Usually Emma was full of chatter about the things that had filled her day. Keith decided not to pry and merely attributed her quietude to the demanding schedule rather than her being evasive on purpose.
What Emma was actually doing was reserving a cabin rental and preparing for the most romantic and memorable viewing of the Northern Lights ever! The cabin would have the groceries stocked and firewood ready by the time they arrived. All they needed to do is show up and enjoy a few days' rest away from the hustle and bustle of the conference. This was the real reason Emma had begged to come along on the journey in the first place.
After that hellish trip north, they needed a relaxing break now more than ever. Her chest warmed at the thought of being able to give her beloved prince a special memory like this. If only nature and the heavens would cooperate to give them a once-in-a-lifetime show, that would make it truly perfect.
The night before the conference ended, Keith heaved a sigh as he began to fold clothes to go back into the bags.
“Darling? That was a rather heavy sigh. Is anything the matter?” Emma’s sweet inquiry washed away the layer of fatigue that had covered his soul. He paused to look over at the bed where she was flipping through a cookbook of traditional Achroite foods. With a book; in her natural habitat. Keith’s soft smile was full of adoration at this comforting sight. He often wondered how it was possible for the simple act of looking upon her in repose was enough to give him his own sense of calm.
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It reminded him of the first time he had encountered the odd phenomenon, on her first visit to the kingdom of Jade:
As he showed her around the palace, she asked to see his personal chambers. Worried had plagued him, thinking it would be awkward beyond measure and she’d find fault with everything. However, when he watched her step among his belongings, inquisitive fingers trailing over the spines filling his many bookshelves, eyes lighting up at seeing the keepsakes decorating his bedside table, he realized with surprise that his anxiety had been utterly unfounded. In fact, the sight of her in his room, among his things, gave him a deep sense of peace.
A warm blanket of contentment and resolve settled around him in that moment, as if he was being told ‘this is right, this is good’. It felt so very natural to have Emma there at all hours of the day and night. Having her near was a balm like no other. He had mused on the mystery of it: If he was struggling with a letter at his desk or fretting about an upcoming meeting with bureaucrats, all it took was to look up for the fraction it took to see her with a book perched at his window seat or sitting on the couch. His heart was eased instantly. Her presence was a wonder drug to his perpetual paranoia. Wherever Emma was, that was ‘home’ for him.
He floundered without her presence. His soul required her like a tree needed sunlight.
Alter!Keith was in the same situation, though for different reasons. He needed Emma to stick around because her deciding to stay sent the message that he was worthy of notice, of love. That he deserved to exist.
Neither side of him could never admit this to her, though. His reliance on her would only highlight his ignomy and patheticness. How utterly weak would he appear to her if he confessed he needed her just to get through a day without a panic attack?
—------------
Her miraculous effect was the reason he hadn’t required much persuading to allow her to join him on this trip. Prince Matthias was an imposing figure whose presence in a room was nearly as oppressive as Prince Chevalier’s. Keith was glad to have his own personal ball of sunshine to help him survive the stressful conference. Without her warm kisses in the morning and her sweet voice at night, he was sure his nerves would have been frayed beyond measure before he returned to Jade.
He basked in her soothing oasis a moment before answering her question, “It feels as though there hasn’t been a moment of true rest during this excursion. I realize it wasn’t intended to be a relaxing getaway, but it would have been nice to just have a day to spend with you. To sleep in and enjoy breakfast in bed, or stay up late trying to glimpse the Aurora, or have the leisure to browse their castle’s extensive library. And now we have to be back on the road tomorrow. At the risk of sounding petulant … it isn’t fair. I’m bone-weary, Emma.”
By the time her name was on his lips, she had gotten up and moved to stand beside him, small arms around his thick torso, forehead pressed to his broad shoulder. He soaked in her serenity for a few heartbeats, nearly crumbling under the immense gratitude he felt for her love and support.
She broke the harmonious silence first, “Isn’t it a good thing, then, that we don’t have to go home just yet? We can extend our trip a little longer.” There was a playful lilt to her words, obviously inviting him to inquire into her meaning.
Keith turned within the circle of her embrace to face her with a quizzical lift of his thick eyebrows, “Did the royal family invite us to stay past tonight? I hadn’t heard of this.”
She shook her head and pressed her lips together in a smile that was eager to burst forth with the news. Emma was determined to keep the surprise until the last moment when they arrived at the cabin tomorrow. Then she realized his anxiety might burrow needlessly under whatever cute evasions she gave now with a smiley ‘Just you wait! You’re going to love it!’. Wouldn’t it be less cruel to tell him now instead of risking him worrying himself into a fit? Why not give him the choice: divulge the secret, or be left in the dark?
She grinned impishly up at him, “Oh, we are staying in Achroite for a little while longer, but not as Their Majesties’ guests. Would you like to be surprised? Or shall I tell you all about it now-o-OHH!”
Keith had picked her bodily off the floor in a bear hug, squeezing her last syllable into an excited squeak as her feet left the floor. He laughed heartily as he spun her around with ease. “Emma! Give me all the details. Packing can wait!”
Energy recharged as he held his beloved ray of light within his arms. He could hardly believe his amazing luck. Had she really planned something to help him relax before they started the arduous trek back home? He lowered her to the bed, brawny arms pressing down the mattress on either side of her, face bearing down on her with a smile sanguine and imploring.
She giggled at his lack of princely composure and laced her hands around his neck, drawing him down for a quick kiss, “You know the days I've been going into the market and village? That was to prepare for three days of relaxing at a cozy little cabin just an hour’s ride north of the castle. It’s stocked with food and firewood and everything we need. And the best part?” She paused to land a little peck on the tip of his nose. “It’s the perfect place to watch the Aurora.”
Emma paused, holding her breath for his reaction.
She finally had to exhale because he was silent for so long. “Darling? Keith? Are you not excited for the trip?’ A moment ago she was ready to dissolve into happy giggles, but his reaction now had her nibbling her lip.
“...You planned all this? By yourself? For me?” His questions were hushed, awestruck.
With a slow nod, Emma resumed her smile, “Not just for you. For us. I’m going to be there as well, silly!”
She finally giggled as she watched his face change from surprise to delight. The grin on his handsome face was dazzling, but she only glimpsed it a moment before he leaned down for a kiss, which she gladly returned. He trailed little kisses down her jawline, and she continued answering his questions between happy sighs. “And … you know, it wasn’t too much trouble to prepare. After all, I should get some practice, don’t you think? I’ll need to know how to plan much greater events … at some point in the future…”
Keith caught her hint squarely in the chest, and was glad to have his face hidden in her neck so the blaze upon his cheeks would be unseen. Inwardly he berated himself for the thousandth time for not having the guts to clear the way for Emma, a commoner from Rhodolite, to become his wife and Queen of Jade. He couldn’t propose until he knew the path would be easy for her. Yet he wasn’t going to start the official process until he was sure that was what she wanted – that he was what she wanted. It was a catch-22 that was a sure way to spiral into despair if he thought about it too long.
Of course the two of them were madly in love, and they spoke in terms of ‘always’ and ‘forever’ when expressing their feelings.
But they hadn’t ever sat down and plainly discussed the future.
What Emma just said now was the closest either of them had ever come to a proclamation of their intentions for marriage. He couldn’t swallow the fact that he had been too feckless to say something before Emma. Now that she had been brave enough to be the first one to break the ice, he couldn’t hesitate any longer. But oh, how he loathed for her to see his face like this: sweaty, nervous, pathetic!
He moved his lips to her ear, giving it a quick kiss before whispering with a tone that flowed with love and hope, “It’s my dearest wish to put you in that position, Emma my beloved. I didn’t want to come across as presumptuous. Or … maybe I simply lacked the courage to speak to you about it before. Or … or –”
He was interrupted by her hands dragging his face up and her lips seeking his. She kissed him long and hard, not letting go until several seconds had passed, then huffed out, “Keith. I’ve felt you wanted to marry me. I could tell in every action, every look, every touch. But hearing you say this? Hearing that you want it just as much as I do, just as much as I always thought you did? It puts my heart at ease to know, with certainty, that you feel the same as I do.”
She held his cheeks firmly as he tried to look away, forcing him to return her gaze. He saw nothing but kindness swimming in her eyes. She waited a beat longer, holding his gaze before continuing, “And that’s enough for now. You don’t need to rush into … well, anything. The wheels of monarchy creak along slowly. You don’t need to do it alone, though. I’m here to help, to support, in whatever way you need. And that’s all there is to it. Alright?”
The corner of his mouth quirked up in chagrin, already finding another fault in himself no doubt. But he nodded regardless because he believed her. A feeling of triumph and pride soon overtook his usual shame. This conversation was a true breakthrough! She wanted to marry him! He wanted to marry her! With elation, he leaned in to kiss her deeply, eliciting a moan from Emma. As his lips left hers and he began to nibble down her neck, he asked, “This cabin, you said it quite a ways from here? Does that mean it’s isolated? Not in a village? No neighbors?”
Fingers roved through his sandy hair as she gasped at his adventurous kisses plunging down her collar. She endeavored to think and answer at the same time, “Mm-hmm. I think so. I didn’t – hmm ah! – didn’t see any other buildings around.”
She was about to follow up by asking why he wanted to talk about this now, when there were obviously other things the two were thinking about. But suddenly she felt Keith smiling against her cleavage, and he glanced up at her with a devastatingly hungry look, saying, “Good, then there will be no one close enough to hear us. We can be as loud as we want.”
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Their first evening at the cabin was full of excitement. The snug little building was cute and clean, if a bit sparse. There was a distinct sensation of ‘playing house’ for the couple as they went about getting the bedroom ready, cooking dinner, and getting the hearthfire going.
While they ate, they talked over all the misfortunes the trip had entailed: Broken wheel, missed ship, horrible sea voyage, ruined luggage, lost time, and extra expenses. Yet when they remunerated all the bad things, they were able to point out good things that came out of each predicament. The rye was harvested in record time, Keith’s good reputation was solidly implanted in that village, the wheelwright was able to afford much-needed upgrades due to Keith’s generous payment, Emma’s baggage was now better than ever, the leatherworker was able to afford the expensive medicine his wife needed.
There wasn’t anything positive they could come up with to say about the merchant ship, until Emma suddenly remembered, “There was that night you held me from behind, keeping me warm and whispering the sweetest things in my ear. Remember? On the deck? The night sky was full of stars. The steady sound of the prow sloughing through the sea will stay in my head forever, just as that memory will. I remember thinking: ‘It doesn’t matter if I’m on a floating palace or a rickety fishing boat. As long as Keith is with me, I’m content and I’m where I need to. All I need to be happy is Keith.’ And I don’t think I would have encountered such strong, resolute determination if I hadn’t been in that situation. The foul odiousness of that ship contrasted so starkly against the purity and strength of having you next to me.”
Keith wanted to cover his face with his hands to hide his blush. He really couldn’t stand the way she heaped compliments upon him, and had the audacity to say it with such a sincere smile! He quickly turned the conversation back to reflect on her merits. “You were amazing with those children. I would never have thought to strike a bargain like that, nor could I have done that all by myself. You’re a natural. I loved watching you holding the baby…” he cleared his throat and barreled on, switching the subject, “That just goes to show that you are the one who cares about helping people, and are resourceful, and reliable, and kind, and capable. And everything I wish I was.”
With a self-deprecating smile, he reached across the table to hold her hand. She squeezed his, ready with a rebuttal to help buoy his self-esteem, “Darling. You are all those things. Hasn’t this trip shown that? Together, we can overcome anything. I couldn’t have done any of this on my own.”
Keith had to admit that he was only able to jump into action when the wheel cracked because he was intent on keeping his Emma safe. In fact, the desire to prove himself capable in her eyes was the driving motivation for enduring all the mishaps on the trip. If he had been by himself, there’s no telling how well he would have fared. But with Emma there to support him and be the reason he needed to ‘man up’, he knew her words were true: together they could overcome anything.
They had decided to go to bed early and wake up a little after midnight because the locals had said that was the best time to view the Aurora. Due to the odd hour, it was Alter!Keith who unexpectedly awoke in the middle of the night. He walked to the door that led to the balcony and looked through the window at the sky. Grumbling, he let the curtain fall closed again and climbed back into bed. Emma stirred awake at the movement, sleepily calling out, “Keith? Is it time to go outside?”
“It’s me, not him. And no, there’s nothin’ worth looking at. Whole damn sky is covered with clouds. If it had been the right conditions, I woulda let him switch over because I know he wouldn’t want to miss it. But ...” He moved closer and wrapped an arm around her hips to pull her flush against him as he continued in that gravely sleep-soaked voice, “I think I’ll let him sleep a little longer. You, though, aren’t gonna get much sleep tonight, sweet cheeks.”
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Long after the sun had risen, the couple slept late to thoroughly enjoy the laid-back schedule. Keith was first to arise; he noticed the new pink marks the other man had left on her skin in last night’s pleasures. He sighed regretfully, more for having missed the chance to enjoy her himself than for missing the Aurora.
That night they resumed the same pattern as before, with going to bed early and planning to wake up after midnight in hopes of seeing the dancing lights. Luck was on their side that night! The humidity and wind were just right, the sky was clear of a single cloud, the moon was just a tiny sliver. Keith excitedly woke Emma, then wrapped themselves in thick boots, hooded cloaks and then in more blankets before settling on the bench outside on the balcony. The mountains were visible on either side, and the broad flat valley and its bubbling river spread out before them, creating the perfect stage for the heavens to put on an unforgettable performance.
“Oh. My. Word. It shimmers like a magic trick!” Emma breathed the words, mesmerized.
The couple sat transfixed, silent for nearly twenty minutes as the bright green glow warped into misty shapes, faded, and lit up again as vertical shards of light wavered across the sky.
She snuck a peak at Ketih’s face, which was awash in the verdant hue of the Aurora. His eyes sparkled, a childlike look of wonder writ across his features. He noticed her staring, and looked her way at last with a wry smirk, “You’re supposed to be watching the lights, my dearest. Not me.”
“I’ve got two eyes. I can keep one of them on you while I take in this amazing sight.” She grinned and snuggled closer to him, to which he responded by wrapping an arm around her waist to impart more body heat.
“It would be a shame to waste even one of your precious eyes on me. You can look at me any time. But this rare phenomenon is something you may never see again.”
Her cheek nuzzled his shoulder as she gazed skyward once more, letting out a contented hum, “We could always come back here? This would make a cozy spot for our honeymoon.”
Keith’s hand flexed tightly around her hip at the word ‘honeymoon’, mirroring the way his heart was squeezing. He softly muttered, “Or sooner than that,” as his thoughts drifted to the little jewelry box stowed away in one of the shelves of his dresser back in Jade.
It contained his great grandparents’ rings. They were originally part of the collection of family heirlooms, but had never been treated like the great ornate pieces of the crown jewels because they were not that impressive. There were modest gold bands with a few small green gems. Their unassuming beauty and elegance reminded him of Emma. His grandparents had had a fairytale romance full of joy and love, a rarity for royals. Ever since he had decided he needed Emma in his life, he had hunted them out of the collection, tucking them away for the eventual proposal. Keith hoped that maybe just by wearing them, his grandparents’ legendary luck in love would rub off on him and Emma. He pictured himself sitting out on this balcony in the near future, with a ring in his pocket, waiting for that perfect moment.
He had been a standstill for too long, fettered by indecision.
Soon it would be time for him to finally take action.
(This is the daytime view the couple would have had from their balcony in Achroite)
Author’s Note: This story was partly inspired by my own recent failed attempts to watch the Northern Lights with my husband, lol. With Keith’s love of astronomy I thought a rare cosmic phenomenon would be on his bucket list, especially being situated so far away from either of the globe’s poles. I had the entire story outlined and was well on my way with the narrative before Keith’s route was released. Of course I started reading it the say it was out, but I was only on chapter 20 at the time I finished writing this, so if anything is wildly OOC for him or Alter!Keith, I apologize. However, it is very satisfying to see that as I got that far in his route, most of the inner thoughts and outer reactions I wrote for him were things I later on saw in his route. Yay! It’s so nice when that happens. I really hope @violettduchess like this. Thank you for asking for Keith; he is a true treasure. I had so much fun taking on this assignment for the exchange.
Characters: Comte de Saint-Germain, Sebastian x Female Reader (Ikemen Vampire)
Word Count: 1,598
Rating: E
Tags: Jealousy, Unrequited love, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex
Trigger Warnings: Broken Trust?
Author’s Note: Part of #VisionsOfTemptation2022 for Kinktober (prompt credit to @xxsycamore ). This one is angsty. Why do I hurt Comte? I certainly don’t hate him. In fact, he’s my favorite character in the game. It seems like everything I write for him has him either panicking, pining, pouting, or putting an end to a fight. Perhaps because in the game he appears serene and capable on the outside, so I enjoy seeing him struggle with something that really challenges his composure.
Prompt Used: Voyeurism
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It had started out so innocent, so seldom, so unattached.
When you arrived at the Parisian mansion in the 1890s, le Comte was the perfect host. He had assumed the father-figure role for most of the vampires there, and that same paternal regard was extended to you. You felt safe within his careful gaze. How could you know heat lurked beneath the gentle smile?
The truth was far more expansive than you ever realized. He was always watching.
When you were receiving idle flirtations from Arthur and Dazai, he had seen your flustered blush.
When Napoleon surprised you with his innocent morning kiss, he had been outside the door.
When you were relaxing in the thermae, he had hid himself in the corner obscured by steam and plants. Later that night would be the first in a countless string of nights he had jerked himself off while picturing you.
When you were trying so hard to impress Sebastian, he saw the determination on your face.
When you had reached a boiling point of frustration with trying to understand your feelings for Sebastian, he watched you run to Leonardo for consolation.
When a special spark of electricity passed between your gaze with Sebastian one evening at dinner, he didn’t miss it.
When you and Sebastian were working side by side in the kitchen and exchanging lingering glances and quick little kisses, he had been watching from the hallway.
He had been a silent witness to all your important moments in the mansion. He had held his tongue for too long and let the chance slip away. He could have easily made a romantic impression on you from the very beginning, sweeping you off your feet and making sure you looked at no one but him.
But he hadn’t.
That would have been selfish.
Besides, you would be leaving in one month, so what would have been the point to secure your affections?
How was he to know that the Door would malfunction for so long and trap you here in the past?
In the interim, you fell in love with Sebastian, and he with you. Everyone was happy for the both of you. It seemed only natural for the two humans to pair up.
It would have been unnatural if you had chosen a vampire, to say nothing of a pureblood.
Unnatural, indeed.
Never had jealousy felt so personal to le Comte.
When your relationship was becoming more intimate, you began fretting over the plain and matronly state of your underthings. They had been a bulk delivery of identical pieces that Comte bought as soon as you arrived. You hadn’t had a say in it. You were grateful at the time, but now you wish you had something a little more exciting to wear, since there was someone in your life who was going to see you naked. Eventually.
Le Comte watched you grumbling as you pawed through her dresser. Of course he was there, out in the hall, watching. “Would you like something new? Any particular item in mind? Let me buy it for you. Come, ma cherie, let’s go shopping.”
He watched you run your hand over the silk drawers and camisoles in the shop. His vivid imagination pictured your shapely form being hugged by that champagne fabric, visualized your hand gliding down his own bare stomach and reaching lower, the new light of dawn dappling your skin.
“Monsieur?” Your perky voice brought him out of his reverie.
Of course he had to have you try them on to make sure they fit. He insisted on standing guard right outside the dressing room. He smirked as he heard the rustle of fabric and your delighted cooing. There was immense pleasure to be taken in the knowledge of you wearing the lingerie at his request first, before Sebastian ever got to see them. And even greater pleasure knowing that he was the one purchasing the items that would be closest to your nakedness.
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He also happened to watch as you boldly led a red-faced Sebastian into your room one night.
Le Comte decided to indulge his own selfish fantasies for once. As soon as you closed your door, he silently locked himself in the room next to yours. This unused room held a secret known only to him: a peep hole through the back of the closet that was hidden behind the tapestry hung in your room, threads strategically thinned out in that exact spot. The surveillance was originally needed for a suspicious house guest Comte did not trust. He hadn’t used it in decades.
His watchful eyes were on your every move as you began to loosen your layers of constrictive clothing, shimmying out of them until you were only clad in the very same lingerie he had bought you. Le Comte observed this fact with pride and satisfaction. And envy. Always envy, that ever-present thorn in his heart.
You encouraged Sebastian to undress next, kissing him as he undid his many buttons and snaps. Now the two of you are just in your underwear, the candlelight and moonlight cooperating to give your curves the most delectable shadows and highlights. You made a slow show of removing the silk slip until the only thing touching your skin was the pale light.
Le Comte longingly contemplated your bare beauty and silently cursed the butler for not grabbing your hips to see how the plump flesh gave under the pressure of a squeeze. He heard you say something in a low, sultry voice, but even with vampiric hearing could not make out all the words. The hungry tone, however, was unmistakable. It waltzed down his spine deep into his belly. That tone was the last inducement he needed before unbuttoning his pants and taking out his member, already stiffening and begging to be stroked.
Sebastian didn't need any further coaxing either. After you laid on the bed he began working between your legs with his mouth and fingers, making up for with enthusiasm what he lacked in experience. Le Comte watched your lips with rapt attention, how they opened and closed around silent gasps. Each inhale of yours was matched with a stroke of his hand down his cock. Sebastian continued until you were mewling and your thighs started to twitch involuntarily with pleasurable spams.
You pleaded in a husky voice for your lover to fill you, clutching at his hair and tugging him up towards your body. Le Comte had to be careful now, his heavy breaths were difficult to keep silent. He strained to see your face as Sebastian entered you. Exquisite. Sublime. Perfect. The low moan you let out was enough to shake Comte so badly he had to hold onto the wall for support before he erupted. He was close, but he wanted to hold out as long as possible and cum at the same time as you.
Sebastian staggered the pace of his thrusting, sometimes fast and hard, sometimes slow and deep. Comte tried to time his fist strokes along with your sounds, imagining it is him that was making her sound so wanton and needy. In his fantasy, you had always come to his room when you needed consoling. It was his shoulder that you had cried onto. It was his arms that you found solace. It was his eyes that you desperately wanted to capture. It was his heart that you fought to uncover. It was his soul that you had desired. It was him that you loved. Him. Not Leo, not Sebastian, not anyone else. He was the only one who gave you everything you needed.
Right at that moment, he closed his eyes as his mind was painting a picture of the two of you making love in the garden gazebo at midnight. He could almost smell the night-blooming phlox and hear the crickets. You’re lying beneath him, gazing up at him with eyes full of love and lust. Oh! If only you had ever looked at him like that, just once. Just once. Just…
Your sighs and gasps turned breathier and higher-pitched. Le Comte knew you must be close to a climax. He resumed a rapid motion on his shaft, eagerly awaiting that triumphant sound. He peered through the hole once more to see your back arching off the mattress, legs wrapped around Sebastian, mouth open in a silent pull of air, and then – your little shriek that almost made his dick jump out of his hand. Your following moan was all he needed to chase his own finish. He had a handkerchief ready and caught every drop as his chest shuddered with shaky breaths.
The guilt was immediate. He felt dirty and despicable to his core. A sudden gloom overtook him as he splayed a palm out against the wall for support. The elegant mouth turned down in utter disgust at himself.
What was he doing?
You had trusted him. You looked up to him as a benefactor, as the respected master of the manor. As a friend.
Self-hatred and self-pity overwhelmed him. He buttoned up his fly and stuffed the soiled handkerchief into a pocket.
He could hear the couple renewing their love-making as he silently moved out of the closet and into the dark room. Anguish pierced his chest. Shame soured his mind. He didn’t know how long he sat in that room, letting the sounds of bed springs and pleasurable grunts float over him, wishing for something that would never be.
Marius Von Hagen x MC Rosa (Tears of Themis) - Established Relationship
Word Count: 4,004
Rating: E
Tags: Masturbation; Toys; Voyeurism/Exhibitionism
Trigger Warnings: None
Part of Kinktober and #VisionsofTemptation2022 (prompts from @xxsycamore )
Kinktober Prompt used: Phone Sex (Day 3)
Author’s Note: This story decided it wanted to be based in “reality” rather than fantasy. We all know the ways erotica can defy physics, the male refractory rate, and the body’s flexibility. This little story isn’t like that. Sorry. It delivers a dose of reality, and the not-so-charitable emotions Marius might have when he’s uncomfortable with Rosa taking the lead in a romantic encounter.
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Rosa closed the curtains on the full moon over an unfamiliar cityscape and stretched her arms above her head. The long term out-of-town assignment for Themis Law Firm meant an extended hotel stay for her and Artem. She picked up her phone, wistfully longing to hear her boyfriend’s voice before going to sleep. As if she summoned him, his caller ID blinked on the screen: King.
Marius was calling to say goodnight. Pretty soon the couple’s exchange turned sappy.
Rosa sighed, “I miss you so much. I wish you were here right now so I could get a hug from you.”
“If I were there beside you, I’d do a lot more than just hug you. First I’d start with a kiss on the forehead, then on the nose, then the cheek, then … can you guess where next?”
She shifted on the bed, hugging herself as if it were his arms. “The lips?”
His cocky laugh made her eyes crinkle.“Heh heh! That’s exactly where I WANT you to think I’d go next, but instead I would lean towards your ears and kiss you there light enough to make you squirm and then bite your earlobe to make you squeal!”
A muffled “Mhph!” came from her end of the line. Her reaction was enough to make him smirk.
Marius went on, “I could continue describing ALLLLLLL the things I’d do to you, but how about you tell me a few things you’d do to me?”
Rosa hesitated, “.....um, I would, um….” and then faltered into silence.
He wasn’t going to let that slide. “Aw, have you gotten shy all of sudden, jie jie? C’mon. Just one thing.”
“N-no.” Her stubborn pout could practically be felt through the phone.
Marius got ready to put on his best puppy-dog face and voice, but she continued, “If I get started, I might not stop. My room is next to Mr. Wing’s, and well … you know I get kind of high-pitched when I touch myself, and how could I NOT get hands-on if I started describing all the ways I miss you right now?”
It was Marius’s turn to be silent, dumb-founded at her frank honesty. Did she even realize how sexy she could be without even trying? He actually was getting a little hard at her few breathy, needy sentences just now.
Well, her admission was a nice surprise! Part of him wanted to push her a little more to see how far she would be willing to go, but the other half of him did NOT want Artem hearing a single one of her delicious sighs or gasps traveling through the hotel wall.
He took pity on her reluctance. “Yes, I do know. I love being the only man who knows what you sound like. So how about we take a rain check?”
He could hear a relieved sigh come through as he offered an alternative, “The next time I’m out on a business trip, we’ll try this again.”
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Two months later:
It was the crack of dawn and Marius was awake, checking the time zone difference between him and Stellis. Rosa would be home from work now, probably looking in the cupboard for dinner ingredients.
Marius texted: [ Good Morning from up east! Are you home yet? ]
Rose texted back: [ Yep! Good evening from downtown Stellis. How was your first day of meetings? ]
Marius dialed her number. “I figured I’d rather tell you about it than type it out.”
A soft smile bloomed on Rosa’s face. “It’s just as well, because I was hoping to hear the sound of your voice tonight.”
Marius grinned and launched into a recap of yesterday’s business doings.
After a minute Rosa exclaimed, “Oh pigeon feathers, Mr Wing is calling me. I need to take this. I’ll call you right back.”
Damn that Artem! Marius jabbed at the red END button on the screen to hang up.
He was just about to sprinkle the seeds of desire to remind her of their mutual rain check, when that goody-two-shoes had to stick his pointy nose into their night!
Tossing the phone onto his bed, Marius decided to brush his teeth and take his vitamins while waiting for her to ring back. He was a little shocked that he had finished those tasks and even made himself a cup of morning coffee without hearing her ringtone yet.
He looked at the screen notifications and saw he had a text waiting from her: [ Sorry about that. Is there still time for you to chat before your busy day starts? If so, give me a call. ]
She was so sweet and considerate, and here he had reacted with nothing but childish poutiness.
He dialed her back and was surprised to see that she answered with the video call feature.
Her cheerful face filled the screen as she said, “I figured this would be better for what I had planned for the call.”
What she had planned? She had something planned?
He nodded and grinned, “Yeah, it’s much better to see your cute face when I say something that makes you roll your eyes at me. And don’t worry about time. I still have at least another 2 hours before my first meeting.”
“Oh good. Are you sitting down? Or … maybe you want to lie down?”
Marius’s face went slack with concern. “---What?” Oh my god, what sort of awful news does she have to share? “What happened? Are you okay?” Panic was wreathing his words.
An amused giggle was his answer as he saw the scenery on the screen wobble and skim past. He recognized her ceiling, then her desk surface, heard a frustrated “tch” as the screen was covered by her hand. Marius didn’t know whether to be alarmed that she hadn’t answered his questions or give in to his wild guesses of what she was attempting to do right now. Was she trying to set up a little peep show for him? He had always wanted to suggest that some day. He couldn’t help but tease her as he heard more sounds of plastic sliding.
“Did you buy a cheap hands-free phone stand? You should have asked me, babe. You know, Pax makes really nice–”
“MARIUS VON HAGEN! Just – just shush. Okay?”
“Okay…” He smiled as her hand started to move away and his hopes soared, then frowned when it was replaced by something like a piece of cardboard and his view when dark again.
Rosa cleared her throat, “Do you remember two months ago when I was away on a trip for a Themis case, and you called me late at night? And we…began to flirt?”
He did his best not to laugh at her description of that conversation. After all, she might still be able to see him on another tablet display somewhere. Instead he schooled his face into a sexy smirk and nodded. “I would describe that exchange a little differently. But, yes, of course I recall. We decided to take a rain check.”
“Mh-hm. I’m cashing that check tonight. That’s why I wanted you to be sitting or somewhere you can prop your phone up without needing to use your hands. Because, um, you know…”
Marius suddenly understood he was getting his wish! He fumbled while picking up the phone as he answered, “Right! Give me a second.”
A glance around the suite told him he could rig up the perfect display area on the coffee table in front of the sofa. His hands worked as his mind raced with giddiness at what was happening. He had only imagined they would have verbal phone sex. But oh man, that Rosa! She elevated it to another level! Selfishly the phrase “my own private camgirl” floated to the surface of his mind. As he sat down, the fluffy hotel bathrobe pooled on either side of him; he untied the belt and opened the front all the way to his boxers. Nodding at the phone with visible excitement on his features, he asked, “Can you see me?”
“Yes.” There was obvious restrained laughter in that single syllable.
“You still have your screen covered. I can’t see you.”
“That’s correct. Oh, sweetie, don’t pout like that. You’ll get premature wrinkles.” A sprinkling of mischievous giggles followed.
What was she playing at? He was determined not to be indignant, but this was starting to feel a little unfair…he wasn’t used to being on the losing side. It was always him that planned the fun stuff, and it was always him that surprised her. She had turned the tables on him today. What an uncomfortable feeling to be along for the ride instead of being in the driver's seat. He had a difficult time hiding his vexation.
Rosa hummed a small happy noise, then asked, “Do you want to see what I’m wearing?”
Little crystal bells chimed in Marius’s head that would have otherwise sounded like alarms blaring ‘it’s a trap!’ if he hadn’t been thinking with the wrong head. He nodded, “Of course I do.”
“Good. I picked this out with you in mind.”
The camera was uncovered and he could see Rosa kneeling on her bed, legs wide apart. The black mesh and deep purple satin looked sinful against her creamy light skin. She was wearing a matching set of teddy, panties, garters, and thigh-high hose. That was as much as he could see in the 6 seconds before she waved at him gleefully and the screen went black again.
“Wha-?”
“Did you liiiiiiiike it?” The teasing lilt drove him a little mad.
His words worked their way through clenched teeth, “Yes. Very much. Now would you stop playing around? Uncover your camera and let me look at my hot girlfriend.”
He could hear her clapping. Oh! “I’m so glad to hear that! It really makes me feel sexy, you know? Don’t worry, you’ll see more of it later, and less it, too.” Giggles spilled over before she continued, “But first I want you to imagine there are no cameras, okay?”
Marius narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “What do you mean? And why?”
“Well, it was really a turn-on hearing you through the phone on that earlier trip, describing how you would touch me. It was like having you whisper in my ear. So … I have the ear buds in right now, to emulate that. Part of me wanted to do just the audio only tonight because of that special feeling. But … I also wanted to give you a visual treat.”
He drew in a deep breath, “If that’s the case, then why do you cover–”
“--Ahem,” Rosa interrupted, “I wasn’t finished!”
She paused to make sure he wasn’t going to try steamrolling the conversation. He stayed quiet, but there was a defined pout on his lips.
“Here’s why. I know your, um … stamina isn’t the greatest. And it takes me a while to warm up. So … if you saw me, you might finish before I’m even ready. With you just getting the audio, and with me getting both audio and video, I have a chance to build up that extra arousal while you stay simmering….um, does that make sense?”
It did, and Marius hated to admit it. But he couldn’t help but love that she was trying to work out a compromise that would make them both happy. Except … he wasn’t happy about seeing a black screen when he knew a top-tier babe clad in lingerie was just on the other side.
“Yeah. Yeah it does. That’s really thoughtful, Rosa. I just wish I could’ve had more than a glimpse of you.”
There was evident amusement in her voice, “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get the full view later in the call IF you can make me cum by whispering in my ear. Makes a nice reward, right?” There it was again, that naughty voice teasing him where he was weakest.
Marius dropped his head back against the couch cushion and grunted a frustrated sigh, “You must have learned a thing or two while sitting in on my business meetings, because you’re really driving a hard bargain, you know that?”
More giggles. “Yep! So, do we have a deal, Mr Von Hagen?”
“Jie Jie … just another little tiny peek again to get me started? Please?”
“Nope, not until the condition is met. I’m ready any time you want to start with the phone sex, hun.”
Marius combed his fingers through his hair, as if the motion could push aside his annoyance and make room in his head for the right mood and thoughts.
“First … I would pull you onto my lap so you’re facing away from me, with your legs straddling either side of me, just like you are kneeling now. I’d glide my hands up your side and down to your legs and all the way up again, appreciating your figure, before I reach around to the front and pull you flush against my chest.”
He slid a hand into his boxers to play with himself as he continued, “My mouth would be right over your shoulder so I could nibble on your ear and neck while my hands roamed underneath the fabric. I’d spend a good long time squeezing and kneading your perfect breasts. Oh god, they fit so well into my hands. Then I’d pinch your nipples until you squirmed on my lap.”
He heard a small gasp followed by a sigh coming from Rosa’s end.
With his confidence building, he went on in a more sultry tone, “One hand would pull your chin to the side so I could suck on your neck in that spot that makes your knees turn to jelly. The other hand would side down to your panties, rubbing you on the outside of the fabric. Are your panties already wet?”
“Soaked.” The word was practically a moan. “K-keep going.” her voice sounded small and pinched, as if she was breathless.
Marius grinned, suddenly enjoying his part in this performance. He couldn’t help it, his hand gripped his shaft and started pumping up and down slowly. He licked his lips and went on, “I pull your panties to the side. With my left hand I spread your lips apart, and my right index finger slides inside you to cover it with your sweetness. Then I glide it upwards over your clit.”
He paused to hear what her reaction might be. Silence.
“Babe, rub your clit right now and let me hear you. Pretend that’s my finger making you shudder.”
From the phone he heard the rustle of her shifting on the mattress and then a high-pitched squeal he knew very well. It hadn’t taken long for his shaft to become rigid. He had stopped rubbing the head in hopes of slowing his arousal, and was now just playing with his testicles for distraction.
“Good girl. Keep touching yourself and doing the things I say.”
“Mm-hmm…”
“I press on your clit a little harder.”
Raspy breathing, then, “Ah. Fuhhhck. Ahhhnnnghh.” More fabric rustling and puffy little moans come over the line.
He loved hearing her voice like this. Marius's fist moved faster on his dick, his other hand pulling the base downward to keep the skin taut. He closed his eyes as he slipped into the rhythm. Her sounds were urging him onward. A low groan starts to tumble from his lips.
“Marius. Marius! Pace yourself. If you orgasm right now, I’m ending this call and you’ll never see this outfit again.” She sounded angry. Actually angry!
His eyes snapped open, but the screen was still dark. Nevertheless, he could picture her stern eyes and downwards-turned mouth. And that stubborn chin. Dammit, he knew she meant business.
“Alright. Alright. You just sounded so sexy, I got carried away. I won’t jerk myself that fast. Let’s keep going.”
“No. First you sit on your hands. Don’t touch yourself again until I say so.”
His jaw dropped. What? What in the hell? Was she bossing him around?
“Jie jie….. Jie jie, please?”
He was putting on his best pleading voice and using the saddest puppy dog eyes, they worked every time.
“No.” The single syllable came with finality and authority. No hesitation whatsoever. He could tell she wasn’t going to budge.
He raised his hands in surrender and slid them under his thighs. But inside his mind he was fuming.
“See? No hands, no touching.”
He looked mournfully down at his erect penis, hot, bright red, a bead of precum glistening at the tip, straining for relief, aching with the need to sheath inside Rosa’s tight wet–
“Marius?”
His forlorn face turned up the phone but the screen was still dark. The frustration at being led around by the nose like this was chipping away at his confidence. Had she ever been this controlling in the bedroom? He couldn't recall her acting like this before. It didn’t feel … natural. But he was still going along with it. Why? He mentally shook his head to clear the feeling and get back to the action.
“Right, sorry.”
Where had he left off? Oh yeah, about to move on to fingering her.
Inhaling deeply, he attempted to return to that sexy mood he had built earlier, “With one finger still rubbing your clit, my other hand slides to your pussy. I know you’re ready for at least two fingers. I sink them inside you and get them coated with your juices. Then I start pumping them in and out slowly.”
He had expected to hear a moan or something, but all that was coming from her side was heavy breathing. He paused.
“Rosa? Are you doing what I’m saying? Are your fingers inside you yet?”
“Oh. Um, no, it’s easier to use a toy for what you’re describing, so I was just getting that ready. Sorry. Hang on.”
He felt like he had completely lost control of this situation. Or maybe he never had it to begin with. A toy? What was wrong with her own fingers? Mounting annoyance was visible on his face, and he hoped she could see it. But no audible reaction confirmed that she had noticed at all as she gave a breathless “Okay!” And then in a lower purring voice, she prompted him, “Fuck me with your fingers, hun. Just the way I like it.”
And just like that, at her command his mind was back in the zone.
“I start out slow, watching your face melt into bliss. In. And out. In. And out.”
He could hear a wet squelching sound from her side as he kept the tempo steady. He nodded approvingly, finally grinning again.
“That’s right, nice and slow, until you start to get impatient. Do you want me to speed it up, babe?”
“Y-yes. Yes-s-s-s-sss…” A high-pitched gasp followed.
“I put more pressure on your clit while I fuck you harder and faster. I love how your body trembles on my lap.”
“More, mmm…more. Hnngh!”
The wet noises were increasing in rhythm and so was her gasping. In his excitement Marius leaned forward, forgetting to sit on his hands. His knuckles were grasping his knees as he stared at the darkened screen as if he could actually see her through the barrier.
“I add a third finger, and thrust as far as I can go, stretching you wide. And then I curl my fingers up to brush that sweet spot over and over and over and–”
A guttural moan spilled through the phone, louder than any other noise she had made that night. Marius heard the bed creaking and then her voice again, “I … I came. Oh mmm…. Good job, babe. Oh my god…” A sigh of weary bliss is heard after a few seconds.
Marius sat back, pleased with himself. He rearranged the robe and shorts so he can begin jerking off. He eagerly awaited for the screen to show his lovely girlfriend. Ten seconds went by. Twenty. He heard water running in the background.
“Rosa?”
Her voice sounded like it was coming from farther away, “I’m just cleaning myself up a little. Legs are slightly wobbly and making it difficult to get around, heh. I’ll be back in a sec.”
“No, don’t clean up. You’re just going to get all wet again.” His cheeky tone and smirk were brimming with confidence.
Her answer was just as challenging and plucky, “Oh? Sound rather sure of yourself there. Let’s see if you can make good on that promise.”
He blinked rapidly as his view was flooded with light. She had uncovered her camera and taken it off the stand, holding it in her hand so her face filled the screen. The surface of her neck and cheeks were flushed scarlet and her eyes were glossy with lust.
She winked at him, “You were such a good boy with keeping your hands to yourself like I asked. AND you got me to cum. You deserve a special reward.”
Marius’s brain was doing little somersaults trying to make her sexy words FEEL good, but they still nipped at him in all the wrong places, rubbing his nerves raw. He ignored her “good boy” praise as much as he could while focusing on the pleasure to come next.
“Yeah? And what’s that?”
“As I describe what I’m doing to you, I’ll move the phone to that spot so you can get a close-up. And if you want to see a part of me or have me do something particular, all you need to do is ask. I’ll do and say whatever you want tonight, hun.”
She blew him a kiss and smiled.
There was a hint of shyness in her eyes and he realized that maybe she wasn’t nearly as self-assured in tonight’s performance as she let on with all that brave talk from before. Perhaps she had kept the camera covered because she needed the allusion of being hidden so she could really let herself go? Marius’s more generous side took hold of this possibility and ran with it.
Giving her the benefit of the doubt lessened the annoyance he had felt at her taking charge like she had. He wasn’t used to being condescended to like that, especially not from her. Yeah, maybe she had just been putting on an act and needed the privacy to keep up her courage. That had to be it.
He nodded to himself as if to convince his worries away, and then began stroking his dick leisurely as he threw Rosa a cocky look. “So you’re my own private cam girl is what you’re saying?”
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After he had climaxed – which didn’t take long – Rosa suggested they take their phones to the bed and lie down so it looks like the other person’s face is right there on the pillow next to them. He wished her good night and sweet dreams while she wished him a good morning. Cute little mumblings and screen kisses followed until he had to go.
He smiled at how such a lewd call could end sweetly, but he also knew that was exactly how the two of them were. Sometimes they couldn’t keep their hands out of the other one’s pants, and sometimes they would blush as simply holding hands. He loved that about her, about them as a couple.
He had never experienced all-encompassing love like this before. Rosa accepted everything about him. What a gift. He could never earn that, never repay her. But that’s what love was, right? Freely giving something to your special someone what they don’t deserve, and accepting all they are without making them feel worse about those weird ugly things they already are ashamed of.
In that case, maybe he ought to ask her sometime about that bossines she was exhibiting earlier, and see if that’s something she was afraid to show him. Was that one of her sides that she thought was ‘weird’ and didn’t want to risk letting it out?
A lot of you are already aware of this, but I am excited to announce I’ll be hosting a second gift exchange for the Ikemen Fandom along with my lovely friend @saeyoungs-sunflower!
This time it will be for Ikemen Sengoku, and I cannot be more thrilled to finally release the sign up sheet for this event.
You can sign up here!
The deadline to submit your answers will be due on May 16, three weeks from today (April 25) - if you’re interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before then.
Much like before, once we get everyone’s information organized and sorted, we will be reaching out to everyone individually on or around May 23 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to as well as how long you have to create the project and everything to know about the due date.
Please note before signing up that this time around, I will be making a mandatory Discord server for all the participants. Sunny and I believe it’ll help with organization and just bring a general sense of community together - something that we both felt lacked from the first exchange. We’d love for all the participants (us included!) to get to know one another and work together and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with such as a Jukebox and Marriage Hunter~!
Once your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, one of us will reach out with a link to join the Discord server. Please make sure you’re able to accept incoming messages from the both of us ( @ikemenlibrary & @saeyoungs-sunflower)
Please let us know if you have any questions! We can be reached via DM on Tumblr or Discord (Brenna~#4948 and sunny🌻#8647).
tagging my ikevamp gift exchange participants (as well as people who’ve shown interest in this event) under the cut~
WHAT IF Cybird had a silly/crack event with group stories (like the "History's Greatest Errand Boys" event) where MC and Sebas start waxing nostalgic for the tradition of the school fair. Their convo about the different classes creating booths or events and compete for the most popular one would spark something in the mansion and castle bois -- because they're bored, and friendly rivalry makes for good stories, asdfghj...
So they divide into groups based on their birthplace:
Japan: MC, Sebas, Dazai
France: Charles, Napo, Jean
UK: Arthur, Isaac, Shakes
Team Teutonic: Mozart (Austria), Faust (Germany), VanGogh Bros (Netherlands) -- of course, three of the four are indignant about being grouped together because: A) They are NOT team players to begin with, and B) They think their nationality is superior to the others in their group. But an angelic voice convinces them to put aside their differences, and consider their vast backgrounds will make them the best team 😇
The Purebloods get grouped together because Comte and Vlad just shrug when they are asked where they are from (c'mon guys, we know it's Hungary and Romania...)
I would LOVE to see the group dynamics play out, since these are some pairings we don't often get to see!
Everyone seeing Napo lose his temper for the first time, all due to Charles trying to help but ending up ruining Napo's hard work, and Jean needs everything explained three times because this concept is so foreign to him.
Sebas chasing Dazai who cannot be bothered to do his share of work.
Team Teutonic would never agree on a theme. Poor Vincent would paint a lovely booth sign, hoping it would inspire teamwork.
Purebloods would have little passive-aggressive catty spats, each task dredging up centuries' old grudges. "You can't be trusted with the recipe because you mixed up salt and sugar." "That was 700 years ago, would you let it go?!"
Of course there would be a Maid/Butler Cafe-- no anime school fair is complete without one. But WHICH group would you want to see do that?
I would love to see other people's ideasssssss, please! 🥺 Reblog and add your IkeVamp School Fair HCs to this!
For #’tis the season for smut for @voltage-vixen writing challenge.
Day 9: "You’re the only gift I plan on unwrapping tonight" With our favorite chamberlain Giles Christophe.
“If you are planning on giving me a present, you know that you are the only gift I want.” Those were the words that Giles said that night when Antoinette asked what he would like for a Christmas present, but she felt that for all he has done for her and everyone, he deserves a great gift.
"Oh…..that looks delicious" Antoinette took a sample of chocolate that a vendor is selling in the town close to the palace. Looking for a gift for Giles, this was her third trip to the market, trying to find a gift and Christmas is the next day but she wasn’t able to find anything. She bought him some chocolate and some ingredients so she can make a small cake. Walking out of the store, she was about to turn to make her way back to the palace when something caught her eye. Quickly she makes her way into the store and buys what caught her eye and the walks out. After arriving back at the palace, she hides the special thing she brought and takes the rest of the stuff to the main kitchen so she can get cooking the next day.
Waking up very early, she quickly goes through her morning routine so she can go straight on baking and with the help of Nico, he will make sure that Giles won’t find out what she is doing. It took almost all day to make all the goodies she planned, all because Giles was trying to find her and with the help of Nico and the chefs, she was able to pull it off.
After a successful and delicious dinner, she went up to her room to have Giles Christmas presents all ready. 'I really have to thank Nico for everything and for taking the time to take the cakes to the room.' She thought to herself as she got ready, she told Giles that after 30mins to come to her room. Quickly she changes into the little number that she found in the shop and the matching silk robe, and places some candles around the room and cakes on the bed and table, and gently lays down with mistletoe next to her.
“Princess….” Giles knocks softly on the door “Come in.” Slowly, Giles opened the door and walked into a barely lit room, after closing the door, and locking it. “So, is this my present?” Getting up, Antoinette walks to him with a cake she had on the bed and with the mistletoe. “It is one of your gifts, so take a bite and tell me what you think.” Making him hold the plate, she feeds him while removing his tie and shirt, after that she takes the plate away but leaves the mistletoe with him from and walks back to the bed, lay down and with her finger, she calls him over, that is when he notices what is in his hands makes his way towards her as he removes his shoes with ease. “What did you say that you wanted for your Christmas present?” “My only gift I wanted was you and you’re the only gift I plan on unwrapping tonight” he purrs in her ear as he pushes her down to the bed and pulls slowly on the purple silk tie on her robe to reveal a purple lingerie with matching garter belt. A small moan came out his lips as he took all her outfit in “You will be the death of me Antoinette” he whispered against her lips before kissing her passionately, then he began to kiss her neck before untying the ribbons off her lingerie. After removing the lingerie and throwing it over his shoulder, he began to knead one of her breasts while sucking on the other one, raising her chest so he could have better access to her. His lips began to go lower as his hands removed the rest of the fabric that was on her. Opening her leg he saw what he loved to see, her wet and wanting. Closing his eyes to control himself before he comes undone by just looking at her, he lowers himself between her legs, parts her lower lips and gives a small lick "Mmmm… you tastes divine" and before she could say anything he begins to eat her out without warning. Antoinette cries out, her hands goes to his head, her fingers threading through his hair and tugging slightly as her hips rise up, he inserts his tongue and it goes in and out as she wraps her legs around his head to have him closer. All of the sudden he stops, Antoinette whines for his abrupt cessation because she was close to cum. "Don't worry my dear, I'm not done yet." he looks up at her with a shit-eating grin, then he inserts his finger and extremely slowly he thrusts into her, then with a crook of his fingers he finds that spot expertly and rubs against it with the perfect amount of pressure that that gave her an earth shattering orgasm.
As she is recovering, he gets up and begins to remove the rest of his clothes, Antoinette looks up at him as he removes his underwear and his cock bounces against his abdomen and begins to rub it slowly. "Are you ready my dear?" she nods quickly as he gets on the bed and situates himself and slowly rubs his cock against her wet folds, she moans and raises her hips, wanting him to put it in already. Without warning, he thrusts into her all the way, filling her up perfectly, "Oh Antoinette…you were meant for me" after that he begins to move slowly as he kisses here passionately, before getting on his knees again and beings to move his hips faster, the slapping sound of bodies colliding mingling with combined moans were the only sounds in the room. He knows that she is close so his hand joins in and strokes at her clit, and that brings her crashing down with another earth shattering orgasm, with her climax triggering his and he comes into her. He collapse on top of her without crushing her and after awhile he pulls out causing a moan comes out from both of them, then he puts her under the covers and goes around and blows out the candles and goes to bed with her. All the while Giles is blowing out the candles Antoinette couldn't help and look at him and his perfect ass, he comes back to bed and scoops her up in his arm and whispers in her ear "Thank you for my gift and Merry Christmas my love."
I’ve been thinking about how all the routes in Ikemen Revolution begin the same way, because of their shared prologue: MC falls through the shaft of moonlight, landing in the garden on the roof of the civic building. The Black Army defends her, the Red Army attacks her, she makes a deal to be kept safe at the Black Army Headquarters. From there, the routes diverge.
But what if the armies AREN’T meeting in the garden the night she falls? What if no one knows she even arrived except for the two men who saw it happen?
These are my 1am thoughts, unedited and without spell-check. Maybe I’ll come back and edit them into a more coherent presentation another day...maybe not.
NOTE: ‘Katie Kelly’ is the name of my OC for Blanc Lapin.
Here is my idea for how Blanc’s route could open:
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Blanc is working late in the Civic Center, and hears her yelling as she falls and hits the roof.
Dean is walking back to the boarding school after eating dinner at Dalim’s tavern, and he sees and hears a figure falling through the air above the Civic building.
They both run to the roof and help her. They decide that the magic tower cannot find out about this new visitor from the Land of Reason. Blanc knows he cannot take sides, and therefore will not choose either the Black or Red army to house her. Instead, he will remain neutral and keep her at his house.
This was inspired by this part in Edgar’s route when Alice is talking to Luka and Sirius about the safety of her belongings from the Land of Reason:
Dean agrees to help in any way he can to keep her origin and whereabouts unknown. They both agree that it shouldn’t be too hard to keep her safe for one month until the next full moon.
She tries to help Blanc with his work as a way to thank him, but she knows nothing about the history and politics of Cradle that she feels useless. Blanc says it is just enough that she enjoys her vacation here, and she doesn’t need to work.
But she insists on helping out in any way she can: cleaning the house, cooking meals, mending clothes, tending the yard and garden. She begins to feel a little like a housewife, and she often lets her mind get carried away with fantasies of being married to Blanc and welcoming him home with a kiss and his slippers. It’s a silly girlish dream, but it seems to grow and persist on its own without her indulging it. He is so charming and attentive, can you blame her?
Almost two weeks into her one month stay, tensions rise between the two armies and Blanc’s job takes more hours every day to get done. Sometimes Katie is already asleep in bed before Blanc even makes it home to catch a few hours’ nap, and then he’s gone before she awakes. This is when she decides that she really really does need to help him in any way she can. More than simple maid work. She has to help him in his job as record keeper. She visits Professor Tweedle the next day with a basket of fresh-baked bread and sweets as a bribe, begging him to give her a quick recap of Cradle history as well as lend her any reading material he thinks will help her be useful to Blanc in his duty.
Dean scolds her for coming alone and putting herself in danger. He agrees to tutor her, but at Blanc’s house because it’s safer than having her walking all the way to the school. He bags up one of his extra textbooks as well as a few other reference materials, then walks her back home. He stays until evening, and she repays him with dinner. Blanc returns just as the two of them are enjoying dessert (Oliver had joined them for dinner, but wasn’t interested in sweets). Blanc feels a twinge of jealousy at Dean for having time alone with Katie, but also anger at the political situation because it’s taking him away from spending moments like these with her.
Because the tutoring is supposed to be a surprise, and they clearly weren’t expecting him home so early, Katie and the Professor are flustered at his arrival and make up an excuse that it was a nice dinner, for no reason.
That makes Blanc suspicious that they are romantically interested in one another, and this misunderstanding grows painfully in his heart for the next few days as he continues to work long hours away from Katie.
After the third day of tutoring, Dean announces that his speed recap of Cradle history is through and Katie should be prepared to be more of a help than a hindrance the next time she goes to the Civic building to help Blanc with his work. Dean makes Oliver promise to escort Katie there the next day.
When Katie shows up, Blanc is very surprised. She announces that she took a crash course in the country’s important events and governmental history. This includes divulging to Blanc the real reason she had spent so much time last week with the Professor.
Understanding -- but not relief, not yet -- dawns on his face. He doesn’t want to push the matter, but now he can’t help his curiosity. Without trying to make the question as pointed as “Are you dating Dean?” he till manages to ask if the two of them had enjoyed the lessons. Her response was to admit that the Professor was very strict with her and didn’t seem to be having fun, “but that’s not really the point of school, is it?” Blanc gets the feeling that nothing romantic had happened at all.
But he couldn’t help asking one last question “Will you miss your class time with him?” Her surprise at this query was doubled by seeing an unfamiliar streak of doubt and apprehension in those kind copper eyes. Quick was her reply “No, not at all. The only reason I spent any time at all with him was so that I could spend even more time with you. I needed his help with history so I could come help you during the day. I missed you, Blanc.”
His relief came at least, almost making him choke up. He pretended to be coughing on the dust in the archives. Vowing to make the most of her precious time left in Cradle, Blanc took Katie to work with him every day, took her out to lunch in Central Quarter, and asked Oliver to cook the dinners since they would be home late most nights. It was a wonderful week. Blanc had never felt this light-hearted or joyful in a long, long time.
Katie had sense there was something very important lacking in Blanc’s life. There had to be a reason why he had nothing but work to occupy his days and nights, and the same circular exchange of insults from Oliver every meal. She felt a void in his life, an emptiness in is emotions, a hole in his heart. It wasn’t pity she felt for him. It was an earnest and real desire to see Blanc happy.
On her last day in Cradle, Blanc cut his day short at the Civic building so he could spend it with Katie. He knew that tensions were increasing between the armies and there would be much work for him to catch up on the next day. But he was looking forward to having something occupy his time so it would keep his mind off of missing Katie.
As he took her out on a picnic in the country near the shore, they spent hours talking, walking, and just spending time together sitting in quiet solitude looking out at the sea. At one point she even rested her head on his shoulder and told him how much he meant to her, how much she was going to miss him, how she would never forget him, how she had come to think of him as more than “just a friend.” They headed back home in the late afternoon.
A messenger frantically met them on the way, he had been looking everywhere for Blanc. There had been several bombings in Central Quarter, including the Civic building. Only half the structure was left, and the roof had been totally destroyed. With all the rubble and guards around, there was no way to get even close to it. The shaft of moonlight Katie was supposed to take home tonight would be impossible to access.
She knew she should be dismayed or worried, but the first thought that entered her head was “Now I get to spend even more time with Blanc!”
Blanc was also thinking the same thing, but he knew this magical bombing meant that war was starting soon, and Cradle was no longer a safe haven for Katie. He was actually angry now that her way home had been postponed. He needed her safe. Even if she was apart from him, he could feel better knowing that she was safe. He had made a similar decision long ago, he could make it again. Maybe it would hurt less this time? Maybe it would take a shorter time to heal the pain?
Some fluffy moments take place before the next angsty/tragic moment:
Blanc goes off to interview or investigate the Red Army officers for their official statement regarding the bombing, and some Magic Tower mooks thought he was being nosey and abducted him (they were too new/dumb to know better). The idiots explain the reason for kidnapping him to Amon, in front of Blanc. Amon is furious at their mistake, and realizes Blanc’s memory must be wiped.
A magic spell is cast, but it doesn’t seem to have the desired effect. They don’t realize that Blanc’s memory is longer-lived than most humans, and so a more powerful spell is needed. Dalim warns against it because of who Blanc is. Amon is beyond reasoning with at this point, and super-charges a magic crystal to deliver the power they need for this spell.
It works. It works so well, Blanc doesn’t remember who he is. There is no longer the threat of Blanc revealing the Tower’s secrets. They deposit him in the Forbidden Forest. Harr finds him, and realizes immediately that Blanc’s memories have been tampered with.
Loki goes to tell Oliver, and discovers there is a woman also living at the house. A woman who is very much worried about Blanc. Loki brings Katie to Harr’s house, where she tries to remind Blanc of who he is, and in doing so comes to the realization that she barely knows anything about Blanc’s own personal life or history.
This makes him sad to know that he never truly let in the one person who seems to care deeply about him. She convinces him that even though she may not know what he went through before she met him, she knows exactly the sort of man he is. His character, his personality, his charm, his kindness, all the things that make him who he is, are all the reasons she fell in love with him.
...so, not sure what happens after that, but probably some magic hocus pocus and Blanc will eventually regain his memories just before the next full moon. He comes clean to Katie about his curse of never aging and his time having stopped long, long ago. He warns her that he may never age; and she will keep aging. He reminds her that people from different worlds shouldn’t fall in love. She retorts that he’s a month too late to deliver that warning.
Probably on the last “His Story” you get in his PoV with spending 3 Keys, you’ll discover that Blanc is noticing small things changing in his life that suggest perhaps the process of having his memories wiped and restored somehow reset his own clock. Or maybe it was the power of Katie’s love that began to make the rusted hands of time start to tick again. Whatever the reason, he acknowledges it only to himself, for fear of getting Katie’s hopes up. There he goes again with keeping secrets...
By that time, there is scaffolding around the Civic building, and Katie could get to the roof safely if she wanted to enter the shaft of moonlight.
But she doesn’t want to this time, either.
She decides to stay in Cradle with Blanc.
Happily ever after, yada yada
This is all purely speculation. It is also not spell-checked because I wrote this at 1am tonight. Don’t shoot me.
