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xxsycamore · 6 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 💌 Nokto has been away for so long, and Emma is alone with her thoughts about him.

Nokto Klein x Emma(MC) • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Reunion Sex; Accidental Voyeurism; Masturbation; Teasing; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Some Humor; Aftercare; Fluff and Smut; Couch Cuddles • wordcount: 1,594 • masterlist

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The night is warm and quiet, every other soul in the palace is fast asleep, distant songs of nocturnal birds make for the perfect background noise to enjoy the company of a good book under soft candlelight…and Emma makes the most of it.

If only she could trade her companion for the night with the one person she misses the most right now.

Tonight too, she prefers being in Nokto's room instead of her own, surrounded by the comforting presence of all things reminiscent of him. The scent on his pillow is becoming fainter with every night he's missing from home and Emma's heart aches for him.

It won't be much longer now. That's what she tells herself as she flips another page.

The letter she used as a bookmark lays open on the coffee table as she'd delayed her pastime just to look at the words inside once again. The evidence of that longing being shared, as Nokto wrote about how much he misses her while he's abroad. How much he wants to kiss her. To hold her in his arms.

He's always been good with words, pressing all her buttons as he selects them carefully to get a desired reaction out of her. The sultry tone of his voice is nowhere to be found yet he doesn't even need to utilize that little curve to the end of his spoken sentences that makes her legs weak; Emma finds out that she can fairly well hear it all in her head as she reads the letter anyway. And Nokto wrote some unspeakable things.

Laying comfortably on his couch now, book held up by a single hand, Emma finds that it's becoming harder to chase after the words in the book. Soon the protagonist takes the visage of Nokto in her mind's eye, and she loses the fight. It's no good when her other hand is unoccupied; it finds the way between her legs all too soon, too easily.

"Ngghh… Nokto.."

It's a small whisper in the night, too weak and too far away to reach the one it's meant for. That's what Emma knows for sure, getting lost in pink-tinted visions produced by her imagination; and so the soft turning of the doorknob falls on deaf ears.

Nokto enters quietly, knowing his Emma well enough to find her in his room - and strangely, knowing her too little to expect she is missing him… that much. Before he knows it, he becomes the bigger pervert in the room as he silently admires the way her fingers would never be enough to resemble his presence. Deep down, he loves that fact more than he pities her. But despite himself, he's soon to coo and reveal himself.

"Are you in trouble, my dear? Those lovely sounds don't sound quite right to me… You need more."

Emma gasps, reasonably startled as she hurries to retrain some decency and pulls down her nightgown where it rode up her waist. Her eyes are big and starry, and Nokto doesn't wait for a reply before he leans down over the couch's back and captures the lips he missed the most.

The kiss comes as a silent 'I missed you' when they both skipped saying it out loud, and quickly morphs into something far less innocent. Almost like a fight to prove one missed the other more.

Emma puts her warm hand on Nokto's face just as he withdraws for air, and she is just as breathless when she attempts to speak out loud. "Are you real?"

Nokto smirks, the red of his eyes stressed by the flickering candlelight. "I might just be real. Or maybe my little vixen's fantasies have become that vivid and tangible."

"Noktooo… don't tease…"

He finds himself tugged down, two hands wrapping securely around his neck until he can't take on the task of removing his coat as planned. It's only fair if she wants more proof of him being real here and now, he'll give her plenty.

It's only after a couple more fierce kisses that Nokto finds himself getting undressed, as Emma makes it up to him by doing it herself. Articles of clothes fall to the ground as suddenly there's nothing in Nokto's way to claim his long-waited prize for being away from home for so long.

"When I found a way to return earlier, I did all in my power to take on the opportunity. I had to see you."

"Nokto…"

"I had to make love to you again before I can forget the taste of your lips. I can't live without it."

Emma's body shudders as Nokto finds the place that aches for him the most, rubbing soft circles on her nub with his slender fingers. She's dripping wet from when she was playing with herself earlier and is quick to whine in protests of not enough.

"Shhh. Be patient. I want to take things nice and slow- Fuck. Emma."

His gaze darkens with lust as he stares her down, from her expression to the hand that mischievously reached down to his crouch to give him a firm squeeze.

"You can't wait to have me either, so why wait? Darling…" Emma asks in a tiny voice that comes out muffled behind her hand. Nokto is fast to capture it in his own and pin it down over her head.

"Why wait, indeed. My clever little Emma."

Taking hold of her leg, Nokto raises it up until it hangs over the edge of the backrest, giving him full access to her glistening pussy. Not even having fully shimmied out of his trousers yet, Nokto leans down until his body is flush against Emma's, and presses his cock against her entrance.

Emma mewls so sweetly as she feels Nokto enter her, her body shivering in ecstasy as she'd prepared it for a much lesser stimulation tonight. Her previous arouse makes Nokto's entry slippery and the noise of their coupling soon begins to fill the night. It's dirty and it's perfect.

Just as Emma gets close, her moans growing in volume, Nokto suddenly halts his movements. She looks at him with a red face and with question marks in her eyes. Nokto is frowning, albeit with a face equally as flushed as hers.

"I thought about this all week. About the possibility of coming to you earlier, and how I'll make our reunion a night you'll never forget. I'd sweep you off your feet wherever you are in the palace, take you back to our room and put you on the bed. I'd take my time undressing you like a present, pressing kisses against all those places that entered my dreams the previous lonely nights. I'd bury my head between those pretty legs of yours and remain there until you're screaming to me all the things you want me to do to you next, making your juices drip down my chin so I can never forget your taste again. And then I'll… then I'll just fuck you. Until we both take our fills."

Emma's breathing grows erratic as she feels herself coming undone, the sensation of him picking the speed up again and his filthy words that her brain barely manages to register, it's all too much. She screams as her walls clamp down on him hard, a strong climax ripped out of her with each thrust of Nokto who just gives her more and more, the way she wanted it and needed it.

"And then I open the door and you're- fuck- you're here touching yourself, moaning my name- and what am I supposed to do other than to claim you on the spot? You turned my plans to dust. You…"

With a groan, Nokto feels himself being dragged over the edge by Emma's pulsing walls, her warm, tight core milking him of all he has. He shoots his load deep inside her, painting her insides white. He remains thrusting into her shallowly, chasing after the last drops of pleasure he can squeeze out of both of them.

They turn into a content pile of entangled limbs on the couch, heavy breaths and soft smooches on whatever part of each other's face they can reach. Emma's pleasure-marred, sore throat voice reaches Nokto's ears.

"Hehe…I'm sorry?"

It takes him a second, all too lost in the sea of afterglow and warm emotions, to realize Emma is apologizing for spoiling his fun. He can tell she's not all that sorry at the same time, and it paints his chuckle a bit sarcastic. There's a hint of teeth to his next kiss, and he finds her mood to be just as playful, despite how blissed out she seemed just a second ago.

"Maybe we can make up for it and go with your version for round two." Emma suggests, putting her hands on Nokto's chest to push him out of her. Once they're both seated up, Nokto caresses the back of her head, his affirmative low humming enough to let her know just how much he's looking forward to that.

"Surely you don't mind if I grab a bite of your dessert before that? Out of all the things I missed about you, your baking is pretty high on the list you know."

"Nokto, no!"

Emma tries to warn him, but it's too late, as Nokto's chewing suddenly pauses, the reason clear as a day - he tasted the carrots in the slice of cake he just forked a bite of.

"N-Nokto, don't frown now! I didn't know you were coming home tonight, remember! God..!"

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princess-pray-a · 8 months

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18+ fantasy series: IKEMEN PRINCE

A tale of DARK SECRETS OF ⚜️Succubus⚜️ BELLE is a succubus that is at brink of existance as she has not fed for long . Her food is vitality from sex with young men. In the castle full of visiting prince and young male ministers . Who is gonna fall prey to this demon or tame her ??

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Chapter 1 : Training The brutal beast (chevalier x reader)

Chapter 2 : Inslaving the villain (gilbert x reader)

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Chapter 4: Succubus Mischievous beast pet (Clavis x reader )

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ikesenwritings · 1 year

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Nokto x Fem!Reader, smut

a/n: brb i’m gonna hide in a corner now

A good day is when everything goes right.

For the seventh prince, it means little to no meetings with bureaucrats, no elaborate lies, no messy encounters with angry or tear-stained past lovers.

A good day is not falling into one of Clavis’s pitfalls. A good day is catching the vaguest of smiles on Licht’s face as Yves passes him another treat. A good day is witnessing the rare occurrence that is Leon and Chevalier walking side by side, the latter with his nose in a book and passively listening to whatever the former is droning on and on about.

A good day leaves Nokto Klein with a genuine smile and a lighter weight on his shoulders.

And with nowhere to exude his pure, unfiltered happiness, lest he be teased by his brothers and even palace staff, a good day turns into a night devoted entirely to you in bed—you are his happiness outlet.

He returns to your shared room and you don’t need him to tell you he’s had a wonderful day.

The way he’s found himself between your legs with his arms wrapped around your middle, the way his eyes gleam—even in the lowlight, the way he can’t help but smile while peppering kisses all over face.

Nokto’s had an amazing day.

His happiness, which had been put on the back burner before he met you, is contagious. It’s infectious, and so is his unkempt desire for you.

You love seeing him in the before stages, how uncharacteristically flustered he gets, how pink his cheeks are, how hot his skin burns—before you say those magic words that bring out the beast in him.

Your lips wrap around his cock; he knows better than to stuff your mouth full, not until you give him a cue… then he’ll rut into your mouth, his tip grazing the back of your throat. He pulls away before he can finish.

“Ruin me,” you beg.

It doesn’t take much for Nokto to bring you to your feet and straddling his lap.

Hands undress whatever clothes remain on both your bodies; his lips never leave your skin. He adores seeing you littered with marks he’s left in places just out of sight, marks only he’ll ever see.

Your hips grind against his, seeking any kind of friction while he dutifully attends to your breasts.

His gingerly takes one nipple in his mouth while his fingers toy with the other.

Your moans are low and breathy, never wanting to be too loud—Nokto loves to break you and have you screaming by the end of it.

The thought always invigorates him, and he starts thrusting his hips up.

His tip brushes against your sensitive bud, the thought of his precum slowly dripping down his length excites you.

You hold the sides of his face and lean so close, your lips almost touch.

“Prince Nokto, I need you.”

Sometimes, you want to put on a show, be his loyal subject. So you tell him to look but not touch as you bounce furiously up and down on his cock.

You beg and plead for a release but—

“Look at me… Slow your pace.”

You meet his lustful gaze.

You’re in agony, listening to his commands but what the prince wants, the prince gets.

Nokto’s firm grip on your sides stop your movements. He moves so you’re both kneeling on the bed with one hand holding yours behind your back and the other on your shoulder, his forearm pressed against your throat.

You graciously take him from behind.

He ruts into you with force, quickly building up the release you lost before.

You say his name like a prayer, growing louder each time.

“Yes! Yes, please, Nokto. You’re so good, you fit so good.”

His pounding is relentless as he feels you lose your resolve.

He bites into your shoulder, groaning at your tightening walls around his shaft.

“It’s like we’re meant to be like this, yeah? You taking me so well, begging me to fuck you like this.”

It pushes you over the edge. Nokto supports you as your body falls limp. He pumps into you a few more times and pulls out, cum decorating your lower back and rear.

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cherryxblossxms · 11 months

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Oooh got a little horny brain worm hello

Reading Nokto's story in the collection event "As You Command", after painting her nails and "attending to her needs", where she wasn't able to do much with her hands cause the nail polish was drying, he tells Emma that he hopes she repays the favor next time and immediately couldn't help but think of this

I'm just imagining helping Nokto feel glamorous too, maybe do some spa day treatments with him but definitely painting his nails as well to match your own, a little revenge~. He may feel a little silly but as long as his lover is happy, he's OK with anything, and he'd never argue against some one-on-one attention with his lover.

And while waiting for his nails to dry, you're just teasing him and riling him up before going down on him. Just taking your sweet time licking and sucking at all the sensitive spots on his dick and around his hips, before occasionally putting him in your mouth, and he's just going crazy at the sensations.

The sight of your painted nails/fingers wrapped around his cock is so different and tantalizing. And he wants so badly to guide you with his hands to better spots or encourage you to put his dick in your mouth again, but he can't do that with wet nails. And his ego is a little too big to beg right away, although your ministrations are certainly breaking him down bit by bit. So all he can do is sit back as he watches you work, slowly losing his mind and counting the seconds until its safe to touch you and take over

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chaosangel767 · 1 year

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The Boss’s Secret

Fandom: IkePri

Pairing: Nokto x Gn!Reader

Prompt: Enchanted Evening Day 10: Dirty Talk

Type: NSFW - Minors DNI

CW: Modern AU, boss/secretary relationship, non-established relationship, gn!Reader, Top!Nokto, penetration, nipple play, dirty talk, desk sex, fingering, oral sex, orgasms

WC: 1200+

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You don’t think your words have any effect on him. No matter what you send him, he always seems so calm and collected as he delegates tasks in the meeting. Running your foot up his leg, your foot is the perfect distance from his crotch and you use it to your advantage during the meeting. His eyes never meet yours, they are too busy barking orders to everyone around the table, the new merger having everyone’s attention and efforts. Everyone but you that is. Your focus is on Nokto alone as you take notes for the meeting. Your eyes drift over to the little chat box on your screen, sending another message to him, watching his eyes flick over before he replies.

Meet me in my office after the meeting. I have some things to go over with you.

The message has a little spark of desire flooding your core. You feel him open his legs a little more, making it easier for your foot to move in his lap as the meeting wears on.

“What were you hoping to accomplish with that dirty little message of yours, hmm?” Not saying anything until the two of you are locked in his office, Now Nokto has you pressed against his desk, his bulge pressing onto your thigh and you are aware of the effect you had on him. Hovering his lips just above yours, his smile turns into a smirk when he hears your whimper. He can feel the desire radiating off your body, your eyes giving away how much you need him. Parting your lips, you hope he takes the hint and presses his lips to yours but instead your boss just smirks wider as he pulls away. His finger trails from your chin down your neck, watching you shiver. Resting above the first button of your shirt, he curls his finger expertly and pops the button. Unbuttoning the rest, his hands waste no time before they are taunting your nipples, the cool air of the office bringing them to life. A moan catches in your throat, your legs spread wider on his desk. Looking over your body, he tweaks your nipple thoughtfully, ideas flowing in his mind. You arch your back when he switches sides, slapping the other nipple lightly and watching your face. Finally, he steps away and pulls you off the desk, and turns you around so you are facing the door. His arm wraps around your waist and goosebumps run over your skin.

“Bend over for me” his voice is a whisper in your ear. You follow his command, bending over his desk, feeling your bare nipples brush along cool pieces of paper and shivering at the sensation.

His fingers press against your lips and anyone take them into your mouth, running your tongue over them until he puls them out. His other hand removes your bottoms, fingers exploring the fresh skin before his eyes. Not caring about the papers under him, his fingers press against your clothed entrance, teasing you languidly. Pressing his chest against your back, you feel his fingers brush against your hair, pulling your body up to his chest. His mouth hovers just above your ear as he whispers, his fingers pressing inside.

“Is this what you wanted? To be bent over my desk like the whore you are? To be filled by me when we are supposed to be working?” His voice grows more lustful with every question, moving aside your underwear to brush your skin. Smacking your bottom with a swift hand, he listens to the sinful moan and “yes” that falls from your lips. Releasing your hair, you catch yourself just above his papers, propping yourself on your elbows as he lifts your legs. He presses your knees to the top of the desk and lowers his mouth so it is just above your entrance, his tongue brushing along your entrance. His hands massage your flesh as he spreads your legs to make accessing your entrance easier. Moans spill from your lips and you hurriedly muffle them in your hands, not wanting anyone to hear what is happening in his office. Shutting your eyes, you try to spread your legs as wide as they can, making it easier for him and giving him more room to move his fingers and tongue around. You can feel your pleasure coiling in your stomach, taunting you, your skin running hot. Just as it feels like it will burst, Nokto pulls away, causing a disgruntled moan to fall from you.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted me to fill you?” His teasing has a soft gasp falling from your lips, whispering his name you quietly beg to be filled.

“Look at you, spread on my desk begging for my cock. Should I show my brothers what a lovely secretary I have? Should I invite them in here for you to attend them as well?” His words only cause your desire to grow as you shake your head.

“Only you” your stutters are filled with lust as you look into his teasing crimson eyes.

“Your only a whore for me?” He questions, his length pressing against your entrance, and you nod. “Say it and I’ll fill you just like you want” his fingers weave back into your hair, pulling you against his chest so you can feel his length rubbing along your entrance.

“I’m your whore, and I want you to fill me. Please,” your breathless plea has a pleased laugh coming from your boss’s lips. His length roughly pushes into your entrance, stretching your walls. Muffling your scream, you brace against the desk, feeling the tears start to prick the corner of your eyes.

“I have been waiting for this all morning, ever since you sent that first text. Teasing me like that, stroking my cock with your foot all through the meeting, sending such dirty words on a company laptop. Did you want us to get caught? Did you want me to announce to the room that I’m fucking you? That you are my dirty little secret?” His voice lowers, even more, a groan being barely held back. “Look at how well you take me, how perfectly you act. My good little secretary.” Lifting your head up, harsh marks are placed just under your collar, further proof that you are his. You can feel the pressure starting to build again and his name is a muffled mantra from your lips. His thrusts start to stutter, driving against and again inside you as you both chase your release. Slamming his hips one last time, you feel him press his entire body against you as he releases, the feeling triggering your own release. Falling limply against the desk, you are thankful that your limbs are already on his desk and you just lay that way until your breaths are even again. Slowly Nokto pulls out of you, replacing your underwear and bottoms before placing you in the chair next to him. He gets a bottle of water for you before picking up the phone.

“Want your usual? I’ll have it ready to pick up in 20” He states and you nod, sitting quietly and resting while he places an order for lunch. His hand rests on your knee while you both work silently, the secretary/boss dynamic taking back over. Only the soreness in your thighs and along your collar alludes to your dirty little secret.

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toloveawarlord · 2 years

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♥ Pairing: Lucia von Obsidian x Nokto Klein

♥ Event: Kinktober

♥ Day 2: Friends with Benefits

♥ Warnings: misuse of a desk; smut

♥ wc: 1.2k

Getting permission to visit Rhodolite with her elder brother was hard earned. Her father didn't approve of her leaving the castle unless absolutely necessary. Lucia wandered much like a ghost haunting the halls of the palace, driven to a crazed state by being caged.

This was a rare occasion indeed. An entire year had passed since her last trip to Rhodolite. Although the countries were enemies, there was still a bit of cordiality, usually in the form of negotiations or a simple party in which the princes of the surrounding countries gathered.

Only the castle henchman, Sariel, was there to greet the Obsidian siblings. Gilbert had his own agenda for visiting Rhodolite, and it hardly concerned his sister. The state of her country wasn't something that she was allowed to be concerned about. It certainly wasn't the reason she'd begged to come along.

Lucia parted ways with her brother without a word, steps as quiet as though she were simply floating away. These halls were so bright, sunlight pouring in from the windows and balconies. A stark contrast to her home that seemed to be shrouded in only darkness.

A bit uncomfortable.

"Well, isn't this a surprise."

He always seemed to appear out of thin air. A part of his charm, in her opinion.

A dazzling smile blossomed across her face, crimson irises alight with delight. Lucia practically threw herself into his arms, all gracefulness and poise that a princess should uphold completely gone. "I found you!"

Nokto chuckled, catching the dainty woman with ease. "I believe I was the one who found you, albeit without intent." Work had been draining, boring. Paperwork and the stench of other men was fully replaced by her sweet fragrance, a special blend of herbs that was utterly her. "It's lovely to see you again, Princess Lucia."

"Formality doesn't suit you," Lucia replied, rising up on her tiptoes to steal the first of many kisses to be exchanged. Calling her princess when they were about to engage in such indecent behavior for royalty. Princesses were meant to be virtuous.

Lucia so hated to be pinned down by such labels and expectations.

No one batted an eye at a prince's behavior with women, but god forbid a princess have dirty desires and wish to indulge in physical pleasure.

"Then I'll dispense with it." Nokto caught her chin with the crook of his finger, a dashing smile on his lips. He loved all women and their soft skin, sweet voices. But Lucia was a kindred soul, and it was otherworldly in bed with her... or wherever else they found themselves alone.

The nearest room gave the two privacy enough. Lips mashing together in heated kisses. Clothes removed only as necessary. Nokto lifted her onto the desk of the unused guest quarters, slender fingers already picking her corset loose to free her breasts.

"Still as exquisite as the first time I saw them. You truly are a marvel to behold," he said, hands occupied with the soft mounds.

Lucia licked her lips, withholding her voice from slipping out too loudly. "Do you speak to all your lovers with such honeyed words?" Her own hands occupied by the stubborn belt that took some effort to undo. When she succeeded, her gaze rose to his. "I'm well aware of how beautiful I am. The princess of Obsidian can't be anything less than ethereal."

Her family had a history of being as exquisitely beautiful as they were cruel.

"Is the Princess of Obsidian also meant to be so unchaste?"

It wasn't an insult. Nokto teased with his words as much as he did with his body. Lucia had been the one to approach him, to start their little arrangement.

"I can do as I please. And that includes this." Her eyes never left his as her dainty fingers wrapped around his hard cock, gently working her hand up and down his shaft.

Nokto let out a sexy, breathy moan at her touch. Ah, women could truly bring all men to their knees without needing a weapon. He scrunched her dress up with haste, removing all the obstacles in his way to bare her pussy.

A battle, almost. His fingers finding her wet pussy and pumping into her with skilled motion. Her hand caressing his cock. Heat building up within both. Their lips meeting again and again between deep breaths and shaky moans.

Lucia was the first to break. Her body desperately needed more than his fingers were giving her. She could certainly have reached that heavenly orgasm from his menstruation. Nokto was incredibly skilled with his hands.

"I need you inside me-"

It hardly needed saying. The seventh prince wanted to bury himself deep in her waiting pussy just as badly. Nokto obliged without wasting a moment. His tip rubbed up her slit to gather her juices before pushing into her warm walls.

Her head hit the desk with a dull thud, eyes rolling back as he stretched her open. This was it. This was the feeling that she fiercely needed. Being a captive in her own home left her with little to no access to a man willing to defile a princess in such a way. Far too much time had passed since her sexual desires had been fulfilled.

"You're truly a goddess, Lucia." Nokto thrust into her, hard enough to be pleasurable with how needy they both were, but not so rapid that he'd reach his end before he'd thoroughly had her.

There was no other sound quite as lovely as her voice. It was a melody that no one else could come close to replicating. He slept with plenty of women, but none the beautiful songbird that the Princess of Obsidian was.

Her fingers interlaced with his, and Nokto brought her dainty hand up to his lips to pepper kisses across her knuckles. Even halfway clad in her expensive dress, she was a sight to behold. Breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Lucia could finally let go. Nothing felt quite as good as giving herself over to him to bring her immense pleasure. Her legs quivered. Body sticky with sweat. Lips parted to allow out the most sinful moans when he rubbed her clit to send her spiraling over the edge.

They were careful when it came to Nokto's high. It was possible an entire war could break out over a pregnancy between her and him.

His seed coated her thighs, hand rubbing it out when he couldn't hold it anymore.

Nokto dipped his head into the crook of her neck, tongue tasting her salty skin. He would love to leave a mark but resisted. It would be quite noticeable on her pale skin.

"I'm not sure how many days that Gilbert intends to stay, but it won't be enough." Lucia sighed, still reeling from her orgasm. His gentle touch only prolonged her state. Returning home meant nights alone and no one to share in such pleasure.

"Perhaps I'll look into a way to extend your visit."

The princess let out a soft laugh, fingers running through his velvety silver locks. It wasn't as though she held any true affection for him. It was purely sexual, physical.

Except in these final moments.

Once the high had ceased, and there was no reason to hold onto the other. The exchange of their bodies complete. Normally, a pair would have separated, perhaps teased a little kiss before going their own way.

Lucia and Nokto grasping at every second to touch each other a little longer. As two lovers deeply in love would.

The seconds passed painfully quick. Soon, they would part as though it hadn't happened. Intent on forgetting all but the pleasure that they gave each other.

As it had to be between warring kingdoms.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince nokto #nokto klein #ikemen prince oc #lucia von obsidian #smut

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voltage-vixen · 1 year

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‘Tis the Season for Love Content Creation Challenge Masterlist

Here’s the Masterlist from @xxsycamore’s and mine ‘Tis the Season for Smut Challenge! The featured content includes an assortment of creations, and includes works from the following fandoms:

Cybird >Ikemen Prince >Ikemen Vampire >Ikemen Sengoku >Ikemen Revolution Genius >My Secret Spy Lovers Genshin Impact Mystic Messenger Obey Me Twisted Wonderland Voltage >Ayakashi Romance Reborn >Court of Darkness >Destind: Mr. Almost Right >Kings of Paradise >Oops! I Said Yes?! >Star-Crossed Myth

A 🎨 next to a creation indicates it is artwork.

*Please be advised that some of the content created for this challenge contains NSFW content and to respect the creator’s warnings and labels while also reading at your own risk.

The Fluff Prompts

Starting with preparations way too early

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

One More Christmas With You: Comte de Saint Germain x MC @xxsycamore

Voltage

Star-Crossed Myth

Recovering My Star’s Shine: Zyglavis x OC @fang-and-feather

Sipping hot chocolate and then stealing a kiss

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Right Here: Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader @scorchieart

Sipping Hot Chocolate and then Stealing a Kiss: Leon Dompteur x Reader @violettduchess

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Luke Randolph x Reader @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Revolution

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Harr Silver x Reader @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Senogku

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Kennyo x Reader @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Jean d’Arc x Reader @aquagirl1978

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Like You as You Are: Shizuki x MC @lost-khione

Sweet Drink: Koga x MC @lost-khione

Oops! I Said Yes?!

Cocoa Kisses: Shu Hasunuma x f!MC @voltage-vixen

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Little Bit Short: Yves Kloss x Reader @myonlyjknight

Make Me Reach for the Stars: Yves Kloss x MC @xxsycamore

My Shining Star: Gilbert Von Obsidian x Reader @aquagirl1978

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”: Chevalier Michel x Reader @violettduchess

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”

Cybrid

Ikemen Prince

A Chaotic Christmas: All princes, Emma, and OC in a platonic grouping @myonlyjknight

A Sweet Moment: Yves Kloss x OC @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Revolution

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”: Harr, Loki, and OC in a platonic grouping 🎨 @krys-loves-otome

Sharing a scarf

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Scarf Sharing: Leon Dompteur x Reader @violettduchess

The Scarf: Licht Klein x Reader @myonlyjknight

Warmth: Gilbert Von Obsidian x OC @gilbertvonobsidian

Ikemen Sengoku

A Warm Winter Day: Kicho x Reader @aquagirl1978

Sharing a Scarf: Kennyo x OC 🎨 @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Vampire

Attention On Me!: Napoleon Bonaparte x MC @xxsycamore

Mystic Messenger

Snuggles in the Snowfall: Jumin Han x f!MC @voltage-vixen

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Ice Skating: Clavis Lelouch x Reader @violettduchess

Voltage

Kings of Paradise

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”: Yosuke Sagara x OC 🎨 @cupidocherie

Forced to wear an ugly Christmas sweater

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

An Uncanny Resemblance: Silvio Ricci x MC/Emma @midwinterrmemento

The Ugly Sweater Party: Silvio Ricci x Reader @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Our Ugly Getalong Christmas Sweater Party: All residents of Comte’s mansion in a platonic pairing @xxsycamore

Being the MC/LI’s fake date for a Christmas party/ball

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Fake Date: Nokto Klein x OC 🎨 @krys-loves-otome

Mine For a Christmas Night: Jin Grandet x Reader @xxsycamore

What a Difference a Year Makes - Chevalier Michel x Reader @aquagirl1978

Genius

My Secret Spy Lovers

My Rescuer: Masamune Araki x Reader @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Dancing Between Emotions: Toichiro/OC @fang-and-feather

Surprising their partner in the morning with a new pet underneath the Christmas tree

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

Birds Of A Feather: Dazai Osamu x MC @xxsycamore

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Puppy Love: Toa Qelsum x MC @chirp-a-chirp

Destind: Mr. Almost Right

The Gift of Family: Rei Rindoh x f!MC @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Obey Me

It’s A Wonderful Life: Diavolo x gn!MC @chirp-a-chirp

Twisted Wonderland

Traditions: Malleus Draconia x Reader @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

First Shrine Visit: Gaku x Futaba @lost-khione

The Smut Prompts

Warming up together after a snowball fight

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Warming Up Together After A Snowball Fight: Chevalier Michel x MC @ludivineikewolf

Genshin Impact

The Winnings of War: Childe x f!Traveler @voltage-vixen

Wearing nothing but a ribbon around the neck

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Kitten for Christmas: Sariel Noir x Reader @norel-ravenclaw

Ikemen Vampire

I’m Yours Tonight: Arthur Conan Doyle x OC @fang-and-feather

Fun under the blanket

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Fun Under the Blanket: Fenrir Godspeed x MC @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Vampire

Another New Year: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader @aquagirl1978

Bodies roasting by the open fire

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Bodies Roasting By An Open Fire: Clavis Lelouch x MC @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Sengoku

Warlord Roasting By An Open Fire: Nobunaga Oda x f!MC @voltage-vixen

“A kiss under the mistletoe doesn’t have to be where we stop.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Don’t Stop: Jin Grandet x Reader @aquagirl1978

Insatiable Cravings: Silvio Ricci x Reader @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Ikemen Revolution

Mistletoe Not Require: Zero x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Nothing Else to Compare: Roy Invidia x MC @chirp-a-chirp

Star-Crossed Myth

Sweet Heat: Zyglavis x OC @fang-and-feather

“I’ve decided I don’t want to be on the nice list this Christmas.”

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Dalim, Baby: Dalim Tweedle x f!Alice @voltage-vixen

Ikemen Vampire

The Gift of Your Touch: Issac Newton x OC @fang-and-feather

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

A Joyful Wish: Charles-Henri Sanson x Reader @aquagirl1978

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”: Vincent va Goh x OC 🎨 @krys-loves-otome

Obey Me

A Wish Come True: Diavolo x f!MC @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Yours For A New Year’s Morning: Jin Grandet x Reader @xxsycamore

#'tis the season for love #'tis the season for smut #'tis the season for fluff #ikemen prince #ikemen vampire #ikemen sengoku #ikemen revolution #my secret spy lovers #genius otome #obey me #mystic messenger #voltage inc #ayakashi romance reborn #star crossed myth #oops i said yes #destind: mr. almost right #genshin impact #court of darkness #twisted wonderland

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝘐𝘒𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘕 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

featuring works written after July 1st, 2021. You can find my old (misc) masterlist here. Browse my Ikepri fics by tag here: 👑 #ikemen-prince

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••• ━━━━━Chevalier Michel

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 😏- Use a corny pick-up line on them 😏- Use a corny pick-up line on them (2) 📜- Recite a love poem to them 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

A Special Reading Session [smut] Tags: Vaginal Fingering; Love Bites; Marking; Kissing; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-sex cuddles; Aftercare

Je Te Laisserai Des Mots [fluff] Tags: Birthday; Letters

Is this what you wanted? [smut] Tags: Shameless Smut; Vaginal Sex; Rough Sex; Resolved Sexual Tension; Dirty Talk; Slight degradation; Dominance; Creampie; Female Ejaculation

Bearing the consequences [smut] Tags: Rough Sex; Vaginal Sex; Slight footplay; Dirty Talk; Dominance; Degradation; Verbal Humiliation; Masochism; Spanking; Overstimulation; Crying; Come Swallowing; Slight Exhibitionism

Seduction [smut] Tags: Nipple Play; Nipple Licking; Fondling; Size Difference; slight size kink; Slight primal kink; Teasing; Dirty Talk; Lingerie

Asking for it [smut] Tags: Established Relationship; Not Wearing Underwear; Spanking; Crying; Overstimulation; (light) Verbal Humiliation; Vaginal Sex; Prone Bone; Rough Sex; Dirty Talk; Creampie; Ear licking; Possessive Sex

Naughty surprises [smut] Tags: Smut; Vaginal Sex; Rough Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Nipple Play; Soft Chev at the end

••• ━━━━━Leon Dompteur

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 📜- Recite a love poem to them

Love like fireworks before my eyes [smut] Tags: Festivals, Established Relationship, Public Sex, Roof Sex, Cock Warming

Just another book reading date [smut] Tags: Somnophilia; Consensual Somnophilia; Cock Warming; Semi-Public Sex; Library Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie

Santa, honey [smut] Tags: Quickies; Dirty Talk; lots of dirty talk; Riding; Size Kink; Creampie; Come Eating

••• ━━━━━Yves Kloss

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 🫂- A warm hug

Headcanons for Arthur and Yves comforting a Reader who is insecure about her body [headcanons] Tags: Fluff; Comfort; Insecurity; Body Image; Food

In Apple Blossom Time [fluff] Tags: Fluff; Dates; Gardens; Tea Parties: Reading; Birds; Tea snacks; Afternoon Naps; Some humor Make me reach the star(s) [fluff] Tags: Tall!MC (Belle); Height Differences; Fluff; Christmas Decorations; Humor; Humor and Fluff

A cat in heat [smut] Tags: Hand Jobs; Facials; Come Eating; Sexual Humor; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Teasing; Premature Ejaculation

••• ━━━━━Nokto Klein

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall

Dirty promises [smut] Tags: Strip Tease; Face-Sitting; Cunnilingus; Come Eating; Dirty Talk

••• ━━━━━Licht Klein

Lessening the barriers [smut] Tags: Outdoor Sex; Semi-Public Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Cock Warming

Tantalizing Teatime [smut] Tags: Slight size kink; Size Difference; Vaginal Fingering; Semi-Public Sex; Squirting; Female Ejaculation; Wet Dream; Blushing

••• ━━━━━Jin Grandet

Revenge Comes Big Breasted [smut] Tags: Breast Play; Suspenders; Rough Body Play; Muscles; Body Worship (Boob Woship); Groping; Nipple Licking; Nipple Play; Biting; Kissing; Pet Names; Established Relationship; Massage; Massage Oil; Overstimulation; Coming Untouched

Personal rules are made to be broken too [smut] Tags: Accidental Stimulation; Sex on Furniture; Size Difference; Making Out; Vaginal sex; Creampie

Scold Me More [smut] Tags: Degradation kink; Humiliation; Verbal Humiliation; Face Slapping; Slapping; Groping; Semi-Public Sex; Cunnilingus; Masturbation; light foot play; Dom/sub Undertones; Femdom; Light Masochism

Special Treatment [smut] Tags: Birthday Sex; Morning Sex; Blow Jobs; Breast Fucking; Dirty Talk; Facials

Mine For A Christmas Night [fluff & angst] Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship; Christmas Party; Reader is not Belle; Drama Yours For New Year's Morning [fluff] Tags: continuation of Mine For A Christmas Night; Implied sexual content; Drama & Romance; plot for a multichapter fic told in just two parts; possible spoilers for jin’s route; Getting Together; First Kiss; Sharing a Bed; Some Humor; Pillow Fights; Fake/Pretend Relationship; Alcohol; Implied Sexual Content; Morning After

••• ━━━━━Luke Randolph

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 🧸 - An animal plushie that reminds you of them

You offered solace, I found love [smut] Tags: Crushes; Friends to Lovers; Love Confessions; Cuddling & Snuggling; Spooning; Dreams and Nightmares; Comfort ; Masturbation; First Time; Loss of Virginity; Size Kink; Size Difference; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Creampie Milk and Honey [smut] Tags: OC; Quickies; Semi-Public Sex; Outdoor Sex; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Lap Sex; Making Out; Honey; Some Humor; Size Difference; Size Kink; Creampie Birthday For Two [fluff] Tags: Surprise Birthday Party, Birthday cakes, fluff, humor, featuring also Leon, Yves, Jin as well as the other princes!

••• ━━━━━Clavis Lelouch

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 🫂- A warm hug 🧵- A hand-made craft 🧵- A hand-made craft (2) 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall 🥺 - Ask them how much they love you 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

The Scent of Temptation [smut] Tags: Sex Pollen; Aphrodisiacs; Flowers; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; thigh kink; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie

Disaster Zone [fluff] Tags: Very slightly suggestive!; Baking; Humor; Fluff and Humor; Teasing; Blushing; Clavis’s cake monster

Arousing the rabble-rouser [smut] Tags: Pet Names; Teasing; Begging; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Come Eating; Biting; Marking; Hair-pulling; Leg fetish; Thigh kissing; Thigh hickeys

••• ━━━━━Rio Ortiz

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

Let me be your good boy! [smut] Tags: Master/Pet; Master/Servant; Maid outfits; Maid Fetish; Maid!Rio; Femdom; Dom!Emma; Dom/Sub; Dominance; Masochism; Verbal Humiliation; Reverse 69; Blow Jobs; Cunnilingus; Come Eating; Mirror Sex; Edgeplay; Spanking; Orgasm Denial; Light footplay; Dirty Talk

NOT what you do under a mistletoe [smut] Tags: Kissing & Making out; Cunnilingus

Perfect For Me [smut] Tag: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence - Rio becomes Emma’s boyfriend and co-worker in the store (they’re either yet to get involved with the princes, or, simply won’t - take it as you like!); Hurt/Comfort; Fluff and Smut; Fluff; Comfort; Thigh Fucking; Vaginal Sex; Lingerie; Creampie; Post sex cuddles; Food

••• ━━━━━Sariel Noir

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

Sealing a contract with the devil [smut] Tags:Secret Relationship; Master/Pet; Sadism; Masochism; Dom/sub; Sensation Play; Sensory Deprivation; Blindfolds; Rope Bondage; Bondage; Shibari; Orgasm Delay/Denial; Masturbation; Mirrors; Hair-pulling; Punishment; Mentions of spanking; Mentions of ice cube play; Mentions of whipping; Temperature Play; Wax Play; Vaginal Sex; Possessive Behavior

••• ━━━━━Gilbert von Obsidian

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 🌹 - A single red rose 😘- A kiss on the cheek 😘- A kiss on the cheek (2) 🫂- A warm hug 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

Petrichor Clinging to Your Skin [smut] Tags: Sex in the Rain; Rough Sex; Outdoor Sex; Vaginal Penetration; Vaginal Fingering; Creampie; Biting; Messy Sex; Dirty talk; Verbal Humiliation (mild); Aftercare

Half Your Love And Half Of Mine [fluff] Tags: Gender Neutral Reader; fluff; holding hands; dates; Valentine’s Day

Felicitations for the Obsidianite King [smut] Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Secret Relationship; Porn With Plot; Mutual Pining; Slight Hate Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie Beware the Thorns [angst-y] Tags: gender neutral reader; minor blood and injury; minor choking (in a non-sexual way); gaslighting; denial of feelings

••• ━━━━━Keith Howell

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 😘- A kiss on the cheek

The Winds May Change [fluff] Tags: Gender neutral reader; Dark!/Alter Keith interfering from the shadows (off-screen); Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting; Amnesia; Love Letters; Secret Admirer; Love Confessions; Feelings Realization

••• ━━━━━Sivio Ricci

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 💌- A love letter

If You Lie Down With Dogs, You'll Get Fleas [smut] Tags: Gender neutral reader; Silvio tops; Casual sex; Swearing; Name-calling; Silvio insults the reader some but so do they; Teasing; Biting; Crying; Light masochism; Silvio has a sensitive neck; Cumming inside; Reader plays with Silvio’s feelings but he deserves it for being an ass; Come marking; Making a mess; Mild blood; Violence

••• ━━━━━Emma(MC)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 🌹 - A single red rose 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around 🤲- Do the classic “Can you hold something for me” - giving them your hand

••• ━━━━━Others/All characters

Luka Clemence, The Third Prince [crack, crossover] Tags: characters that appear: Luka Clemence (ikerev), all the rhodolitian princes + Sariel, mentions of Comte de Saint Germain and Leonardo Da Vinci (ikevamp); crackfic; crossover; they talk about boobs and legs at some point

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aquagirl1978 · 2 years

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Welcome to aqua's blog!

I'm aqua, I write fanfiction for the Ikemen Series with the very rare occasional piece of fanart. I figured it was time to put some of this information all together in one place.

Resident of @starlitmanor-network

Masterlist

Want to read all of my stories and headcanons? Click HERE.

Taglist

If you would like to be added to my taglist, please send me an ask or DM me.

Requests

My ask box is currently OPEN to requests for Ikemen Prince and Ikemen Villains only.

What I write:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

What I am currently reading:

Ikemen Sengoku: Kicho

Ikemen Revoultion: Jonah Clemence

Ikemen Vampire: Interlude

Ikemen Prince: Gilbert von Obsidian

Ikemen Villains: events

Routes I have read:

Ikemen Sengoku: Motonari Mouri, Keiji Maeda, Shingen Takeda, Kenshin Uesugi, Masamune Date (Main & Sequel), Mitsuhide Akechi, Yukimura Sanada (Main & Sequel), Yoshimoto, Kanetsugu, Kicho

Ikemen Revolution: Jonah Clemence (Main & TTLG), Luka Clemence (Main & TTLG), Lancelot Kingsley (Main & TTLG), Harr Silver

Ikemen Vampire: Leonardo da Vinci, Comte de St. Germain, Jean d'Arc, Arthur Conan Doyle, Dazai Osamu, William Shakespeare, Theodorus van Gogh, Vlad, Napoleon Bonaparte, Isaac Newton, Mozart, Johann Georg Faust, Charles-Henri Sason, Vincent van Gogh

Ikemen Prince: Chevalier Michel (both ends), Nokto Klein (both ends), Licht Klein (both ends), Leon Dompteur, Jin Grandet, Luke Randolph, Clavis Lelouch (both ends), Sariel Noir, Rio Ortiz, Keith Howell, Gilbert von Obsidian

#about me

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Dirty Deeds done Dirt Cheap

Fandom: Ikemen Prince | Nokto Klein / Silvio Ricci, Adam Kain (OC) | Words: 4k

Tags: profanities, lots and lots of profanities, suggestive scenes

Summary:

Dangerous business are best dealt in public. Dangerous games are best played without feelings attached.

Notes: This fic is a whole menace. Anyway, it's supposedly for @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore Summer of Smut 0.3 event, for the 'bar flirting to one night stand' prompt. There's no smut here though.

This fic references a plot point that happened in Nokto's route, inspired by Silvio's bday story, and also was written before Silvio's route release.

It's feverish.

Ringing, in his ears, like standing amidst the summer heat waves, every single time he hears the sound of his voice.

He is the only person here who Silvio Ricci could stand. However, he is also absolutely sick of that guy.

Nokto Klein. The Seventh Prince is the main representative between Rhodolite and Benitoite's alliance. Felt like they've been friends for a long time, even if they'd be better described as acquaintances. Without him, Silvio doubted he'd have any interest in helping the neighbouring nation, since Klein's other kin proved to be some strange and difficult people to work with.

Klein is that sort of man, who'd value himself as cheap as dirt for a gain. A wild card. Trying to appraise him is a waste of time. Over the years that they've known each other, Silvio found that the more he found Nokto Klein fascinating to be with, the more he developed an allergic reaction.

On one hand he couldn't wait to spend some personal time with him whenever he visits Rhodolite, on the other, he's fucking dying.

"I think it's the only place in the capital worth your visit, at least for a simple drink," the noble standing across Silvio said. Rhodolite's Palace is buzzing with aimless chatter, and this guy's been advertising this place like a goddamn salesman. He's nice and all, and surprisingly quick-witted for someone that doesn't speak Benitoitian fluently, or much at all.

'It's a staple. And… they have all the kinds of people you'd be happy to meet with.'

Words made background noise. He was a marquis of some odd corner of Rhodolite, whatever. Silvio never saw him until recently.

The only thing that made him listen, was Klein sitting on a couch near him.

'Better save the date, just in case you'd like to,' —

The prince was dressed casually, letting that long hair down. He was barely participating in their conversation; chatting, instead, with a noblewoman in his arms. It was Silvio of Benitoite's birthday celebration ball but all the women invited gravitated towards him instead.

It's not like Silvio gives a fuck, actually. All the better that way. Nobody to lose him his focus.

"So if you want-"

"Alright-alright, I hear you," Silvio waved the marquis off. "Saturdays, nine 'til twelve PM, special event. It's not like I didn't recognise the place already."

The marquis smiled. "You won't regret it."

Silvio exhaled a long breath. The dark skinned man left the circle, walking with—Silvio observed—a cane that supported his slight limp. He tapped Klein's shoulder as he passed by, the prince reacting by touching his arm and twisting his body to face him. Telling him something.

For the rest of the night, Klein did not speak to him. There's a part in Silvio's gut that tried to nudge his suspicion alive, but he missed it. He's missing something.

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The number one tavern in all of Rhodolite was famous for dimming its lights and opening its doors wide during the weekends. Some well-known musicians would then play on their little stage for the entire night. This often brings a different sort of crowd. Foreigners, out of town visitors, some enthusiasts, probably. People that wouldn't recognise the 7th Prince much. Well, ideally anyway.

This was why Nokto Klein made sure that guy would be there; this exact day, this exact time. No margin of error.

The batwing doors clattered open as Nokto stepped inside the warm scented building, out of the cold summer night outside. It was deafeningly loud with singing and bouncy folk music. Most seats were taken, and the owner was currently whipping back and forth serving the bar. Everyone was enjoying themselves. The usual scene.

He scanned the room with careful eyes, stretching a sprained shoulder, preparing himself. This will be a scene, alright.

Peeking towards the entrance of the tavern while pretending to be occupied by his drink, was the Prince of Benitoite. He watched that guy come in—with his usual coat hanging by his shoulders, that weird-ass haircut and the pretty face—feeling the familiar inexplicable sense of dread.

He'd be surprised by this coincidence, if not for the exact day, and the exact time.

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A horse galloped through the hunting woods. The riders escaping the threat with several scratches. It could've been worse, way way worse. But still, it's the thought that counts.

"Hey it's only a matter of time, really," the prince said, catching his breath. He rode on top of the same horse with a friend, who held the actual reins with one hand. His own steed had been struck by a rain of arrows and the arm that couldn't steer the mare had been bleeding from the very beginning of conflict. "Messing around with these guys, someone would've murdered us at some point."

"Shut up." The marquis urged the poor horse to gallop faster even with the weight of two grown injured men. "We barely got out alive, it's not even over yet. Leave your stupid attempts at lightening the mood behind."

"Damn, way to kill it completely."

They managed to get away from an ambush, leaving some of the prince's more heavily armed brothers behind to deal with the rest of their assailant's soldiers.

At least, they thought they did, before an explosion startled them both and the galloping mare to death.

She reared in fear and frustration, throwing them off to the ground like a discarded ragdoll. She almost stepped on the marquis' body before running away leaving them behind.

Nokto crawled frantically towards the man. Cursing loudly towards the sky. "Adam! the hell was that sound!?"

"Ugh, it sounded like… artillery."

They both twisted around to look behind, where everyone else would still be fighting. Feeling all the blood draining off their faces. At least, the amount that was still left.

Several days ago, Nokto had ruined someone's life.

A snitch had tipped him about some Benitoitian merchants' dealings, particularly some ill disguised large amounts of weapons, most noticeably some foreign manufactured firearms. It is in Rhodolite's interest to track the trades of these things very carefully, because Obsidian just across was practically salivating for a nip of world domination, and they are the folks that know how to use these things effectively, using their large number of soldiers.

Nokto's suspicion was that Benitoite deals arms with Obsidian. An outright violation of their pact of alliance with Rhodolite, right below literally helping the empire invade Rhodolite from the eastern front, if he's being perfectly honest. But the bastards wouldn't admit ever having any business with Obsidian, and they are technically not lying.

The merchants' clients are mostly made of Benitoitian bourgeois and nobilities. They keep their identities strictly confidential. However, Clavis, heavens and hells knows how, had found some information of some of the clients having a history of being Obsidianite in origin, and in loyalty.

Nokto decided to directly confront the merchant's stooges and threaten the deal out of them. He practically stole someone's package out of the supply.

With some help, through some risky, desperate, near-death measures of course, but he wouldn't go into it.

Apparently one client, a Benitoitian nobleman in name, found out about Nokto stealing the deal—so much for client confidentiality—and tried to kill him for it. Apparently the guy had some sucking up to do to his 'glorious homeland' of Obsidian, and Nokto had ruined his plans. All is well in the land.

Except not completely, yet.

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Over the tavern's small lights, two pairs of eyes met across the crowd. Crimson, and ocean blue. The rose approaching rapidly past the sea of people.

The Benitoitian tsked. "It's you, of course. I should've known."

"Evening." Nokto smirked, and upon glaring down the person sitting on the stool next to the Benitoitian prince, he secured the seat as his own. He faced towards the prince again, "What, did someone tell you to be here or something?"

Silvio rolled his eyes, pouring another shot of bourbon into his glass. This is the last thing he wants to deal with. Klein. Walking in here bringing some beef. He could tell from that look. He had a feeling.

He preferred their relationship to be cordial, at minimum. Less castigating at most.

Nokto leaned on the stool, ordering his usual. The other prince sneered at him from the side.

"Chosen a public place to do this, huh." Silvio picked up his glass absentmindedly, watching his drink swirl in his hand, face tied taut into the middle of his brows. "Get right to it then, fox. What's this all about?"

Nokto landed on the stool. The owner slammed his cocktail right in front of him, spilling the ice out of the glass, before running somewhere else to serve whoever else's drinks.

"Business," Nokto started. His eyes watching his own reflection on the liquid.

Silvio eyed him closely. Across the prince's cheek, from the tip of his lips approaching his ear, there was a clear scar healing from a shallow cut. Silvio didn't notice it the last time he'd seen him.

"It's my day off, mate." Silvio sipped his drink. "You want a good deal, you stay off of a man's drink."

"Nonsense. You did business on your own birthday." Nokto spun on his seat, facing him straight ahead. "And I'll give you a heads up—you'll not be buying anything from me, anyway."

"Yeah yeah," he waved his hand, "I don't need to hear it from you that Rhodolite can't offer anything worthwhile."

He was starting to spout words out of his mouth unrestricted. Agitated, tense, feverish. It's unlike him. Something tells him the fox chose this environment for a reason.

He couldn't catch Nokto's movements—in a split second the prince produced something from his coat's pocket and a loud metallic clang resounded as he slammed it on top of the bar.

He leaned in to whisper, "Familiar with this… product?"

Upon lifting his hand, Nokto revealed some model of… a flintlock muzzleloader pistol.

Silvio whistled. "Nice loot, that." He grazed his fingers across its barrel. A wider cylinder; credits it as something the Orientals manufactured.

Something Benitoite imports, rather than something Obsidian would've made.

"What about it, gonna pawn it off for some change?"

"It's good stuff isn't it. You have one of these at home, don't you?" the fox grins.

Goosebumps ran through the hair of his arms. Glancing around the tavern, Silvio realised nobody was paying any attention to this display of weaponry. Everyone was too busy with their own fun. He glared heavily towards the prince's piercing eyes.

"Sure. Its something we carry from across the atlantic. Just a tip for ya, it's effective when you point it at someone."

"Oh, I don't need this loaded, your Highness." Nokto frowned. He picked up the pistol, pointed it towards the ceiling. "This thing was merely stolen."

Silvio squinted his eyes. "Yeah?"

"From one of your associates. You must've met my friend already, the… marquis."

"Huh," Silvio replied, racking his brain for some clue. "That cocksucker with a limp?"

"That one." Nokto's eyes twitched. Just barely. "He's the one who got it from me. Can't imagine it, huh? Him, against your sort of stooges."

"Ahh, I see now," Silvio nodded, then slammed his fist on the counter in realisation. Pointed his finger at the prince. "He's your bitch isn't he? What, some Benitoitian kicked him in the nuts or something? Wanna be a nice pimp and take it up to me? Unfortunately, I don't hold responsibility for each individual fucker that sells you things." He pointed towards the door with his thumb. "So if you must, go kick up dirt somewhere else, princess."

Nokto laughed. "Fortunately he's perfectly unharmed in this process. It's your guys that got, metaphorically, 'kicked-in-the-nuts.' Pussies got all up in arms over it and all it benefited them is this pathetic cut." Nokto waved a hand over his scar, leaning closer to Silvio for another whisper. "That 'nobleman' is being humiliated in Rhodolite's jail right now. If I were you, I wouldn't show my face anywhere near the King Highness anymore. And you still have the audacity to hold your damn birthday here."

"... A noble?"

"Yes, your noble. Ever heard the name… Herren von Zollern?"

Silvio's eyes widened. He caught himself averting his eyes for a second. Luckily, he reeled it back right towards the prince.

"I see. I understand now." Silvio bowed his head. His face darkened. "This… Mr. Ambassador here, thinks this is some big political issue worth my time, when all it is, is a severe case of you fucking around and finding out!"

In a fit of passion, Silvio rose up from his seat, almost spitting onto the prince's face.

"Bah, someone who has no control nor awareness over their own court members is barely worth my time," Nokto shrugged. "You know why I'm talking to you right now? Efficiency. If it were up to me, I would have preferred to have this with your brother. Someone more civilised."

Silvio yanked the prince by his collar and lifted him up to his face. The bastard knows what he's playing with. The mention of his brother will strike a cord. Why is he provoking? Why's he deliberately doing this?

Why, is he doing this, to me.

"Fuck you. Go get your fucking boyfriend to suck my dick instead then."

Nokto grinned. "Don't worry. Catch me outside and I'll suck it off for you."

Crashes and clangs heard all over the building as the Prince Nokto got shoved onto the proceeding row of stools. The whole tavern cheered over the sudden display of violence, overpowering even the music. A shrill of laughter was heard on top of it all, and Silvio glanced down to find it coming from the prince. He gritted his teeth and nailed his fists shut.

Several men bursted through the door, pushing their way through the excited crowd in order to kick their asses out. Nokto saw them approaching and pushed himself to stand, reaching up to swipe his pistol off the bar. He looked back towards Silvio. "You want me or those guys to take care of you?"

Silvio snarled and dragged the seventh Prince up to his feet by his collar, pushing against the crowd towards the back door of the tavern, throwing—the Rhodolitian Prince as well as himself—onto the door and breaking it open.

They stumble about onto a dark alleyway, dishevelled, looking around aimlessly hearing the shouts of the tavern bouncers. Getting their bearings, they both ran away in the same direction, like a bunch of city rats in the middle of the night.

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They ran and ran along the shaded streets of the sleeping town, until nothing could be heard anymore but bats' wings and distant screeches of stray cats. Silvio, slowing down to catch his breath, heard that he's still being followed by the fucker and shouted, "The fuck you actually want from me, shitface! Get right to the point or I'll stuff it!"

Nokto caught up to him, panting towards the ground while leaning his arm on a wall, slowly lifting up his head to face him.

"Cease any business with anyone associated with Obsidian, you dumbass. And keep psychopaths in your court to a minimum. What a mess…."

Silvio restrained himself from throwing the prince off again. They were both catching their breaths now, struggling to speak. Silvio paced around the alley they found themselves in until he landed on the wall on the other side.

"I'm not catering to your racist ass, bitch. We do business with whoever we want."

"Racist? That guy confessed to wanting to invade us for-" —Nokto gasped and exhaled, shrugging with his whole arm— "His 'glorious fatherland' or whatever the hell he was preaching."

"Ah-ah, don't bullshit me." Silvio cracked his neck. "His guys hurt your little boyfriend and you got your pantsies in a twist. Boo hoo. Go cry to your big brothers about it, don't take it out on me." He pushed himself off the wall and cornered Nokto down. Pointing a finger up his face. "Zollern, is an established Benitoitian house, and the merchants he deals with trusted them. That's the end of their fuckin' business. Whoever you're messing around with is your problem."

Nokto chuckled. "Hah, unlike you I got no issues with my brothers. They're already keeping him in jail, dickwad." He straightened himself up. "I should remind you if you keep letting your merchants do whatever they want, Obsidian will start and they're not going to stop at our borders. You better not get too cozy in your little boat because that shit is sinking."

Silvio grunted loudly in exasperation, rolling his eyes so hard he circled around the alley and finally pinned Nokto lazily to the wall. "Yeah? Well, didn't fuckin' ask for your opinion. Don't give a shit. Go yap about it to your mom."

"I fucked your dad last night."

Silvio paused.

He stared at the prince like he was a ghost and bursted out laughing like a maniac—so indecently that Nokto cringed hearing it resonating throughout the entire neighbourhood. It was so stupid. So goddamn stupid he joined in with his own horrendous chortle.

"That's- that's hilarious, foxfuck. You're a fuckin' hoot. A goddamn hoot is what you are." Silvio sighed while pacing around, wiping tears off his eyes. "I can't believe my life."

Nokto couldn't stop laughing either until it felt like he'd throw up from not breathing. "Ahh, God, I'm in pain. I've had enough beating this week alone to last me a while."

As he struggled for air he realised the other prince was watching him intently.

"What, what you looking at?" Nokto raised a brow. He didn't realise that, to Silvio, he was looking extremely uninhibited; genuinely entertained, smiling, laughing, none of that charade he keeps around people, and a touch deranged.

The simmer that's been cooling off inside Silvio's head, grows into a boil again.

He stomped towards the prince, grabbing him by the collar, again.

"What are you doing- why are you trying to mess me up huh? Answer."

He didn't yank him around as much this time. It was more of a desperate plea.

"What?"

"You… you-, this whole, thing." He gritted his teeth. "This whole back and forth, and then you looking at me like… —This whole fucking game you're playing! Why are you doing this to me?"

For a brief peaceful moment in time, the only thing that could be heard is their breathing, and the soft pounding in their chests.

"I…" Nokto opened his lips. "I can't get you to listen in any other way."

Silvio stared. His grip lessened.

"We're getting desperate, and I don't have much time. I barely delayed… another war, and it can't be held off forever. Benitoite has to listen for once!" said Nokto, still panting. "Do you realise how much of a broken record I've become? It's getting pathetic. And I can't let it slide anymore after what happened—meanwhile you're just-" Nokto shrugged his arms, given up on speaking. "Look. Besides. There's no one else in this world I could speak to this way without getting my head chopped off."

"Hah, it's not off the table. So it's true, you're just taking out your frustration on me 'cus you've been begging for attention?"

Nokto laughed like he's about to choke him out. "Sure…call it that way. I'm just making it a night you won't be able to forget."

Silvio frowned, visibly thinking. Both of them only continued to glare at each other.

"...Crazyass."

He let him go. Nokto stumbled onto the wall, holding some parts of his body while wincing.

There were questions left unanswered, and unsaid words crowding up the air. Their proximity hasn't decreased either. Silvio shook his head in disbelief.

He whispered. "Alright, so you trusted… that I would just- let you go here? Let it off after what you did, just like that?"

"Oh, come on. What am I, your valet? Have I disgraced you? You and I, we understand. We have something different between us."

Silvio's eyes widened. "And what's that?"

Nokto grinned. Silvio felt like he had said the wrong thing and had revealed too much of himself somehow.

Screw it, he doesn't have much fuel left in him to get mad. He cracked his head around in exasperation and tutted. He's not that fucking dumb.

"What, so you fool around with guys too, ha?" Silvio cocked his head.

"Oh sure… maybe on the weekends." Nokto rolled his eyes. "What you gonna do about it?"

Silvio was quite impressed. No hesitation. Bastard's got no shame. He squinted at him, scanned both of his eyes, unconsciously, to his lips, down his lean body and back. "Whad'ya think I'd do about it?"

"I don't know, you tell me." Nokto leaned his back more comfortably against the wall, crossing his arms. Watching Silvio, with knowing eyes, and the slight smile that curved each end of it.

Silvio dropped his elbow against the wall beside Nokto's head, casting a shadow on their faces. This man just won't relent on screwing him up further. And he thought the game's already up. "Fine, I get your appeal, pretty boy. I can see it. It's not pleasant but I can."

"Ohhh, you 'get' my appeal huh." Silvio didn't bother stopping his eyes from straying to Nokto's lips anymore. "You understand it very well."

The mocking laughter that came out of it was driving him crazy. He gripped the end of Nokto's chin. "But if I wasn't this drunk I'd still be kicking your ass further, alright? I don't care how pretty you are, I'd be adding some broken arms and, and legs and shit."

His voice faltered. Almost soft than intimidating.

"Right, right… 'course you will."

"You're the one that got up to me, spoke over my drinking time and made a scene, okay? Forget beheading. You should be thanking me I'm leaving you intact right now. We still have some dignity left here, as civil men."

"Oh I'm the one that made the scene, of course. It's me that's throwing people around out here. It's nice that we got that covered."

"Listen here, fox." His words ghosted Nokto's lips. The prince closed his eyes, as if surrendering himself to Silvio. Although, more likely, he thinks he'd already won. "My point is you got fuckin' guts, alright? And how's that, how can you tell?"

At first, Nokto had no clue what the hell he was talking about. Or at least, he pretended not to, before he started smiling to himself.

"Tell what?"

"Answer the question."

"I don't need to be able to tell." He briefly opened his eyes. "I still wouldn't be sure 'til you shove that tongue up in me."

Silvio stared strictly towards the other prince, boring a hole through his skull. In his frazzled head, Silvio thinks, it doesn't take any effort to shove his tongue up his mouth at this point anyway, so he fucking did it. His first taste caught Nokto's teeth and made him curse under his breath. Nokto out of nowhere gained the energy to shove him around, pinning him on the other side of the alley, lips still suffocating him and constantly stealing his breath.

Silvio never had anyone treat him like that. Much less a fellow man. His hand got hold of Nokto's hair. His heart was beating up to his ears and his body was ablaze. Their hands were already straying everywhere it could only hope to reach before.

"You're not actually drunk are you," Nokto breathed out. Lips well kissed. Silvio never… seen him like this either.

"You kidding? You didn't let me finish my damn bottle."

Some buttons were undone, somehow. He never caught him doing that. He felt Klein's hands graze his skin and he grunted into the crook of his neck.

"Alright, babe. That offer still stands."

"No, you-" Silvio finally caught one of the prince's hands. "You animal. Tch. I have to get you patched up first."

"Huh?"

Nokto stared incredulously, and Silvio didn't budge.

"Do you just want to ride this dick or do you want an actual conference to be held? If the latter I gotta keep you all intact."

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Tl;dr Silvio insults nokto by calling him gay and a pussy and Nokto responds by sucking his dick. Love wins

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