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maries-gallery · 9 months

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cockwarming with Rio? am sure he like it!

❦ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❦

DSQDFSTYGHRF? PLEASE ANON HE DOESN'T ONLY LIKE IT HE LIVES FOR IT!

genre: nsfw, mdni

character: Rio Ortiz

warnings: cock warming, teasing, dirty talk, dacryphilia, mentions of breeding, cum (a lot of it), female bodied reader

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Like you said anon, he loves it, especially if it's to keep his cum inside of you and especially if you've been apart for a long time. For him, it's the perfect way of welcoming you back into his arms and filling the hole in his chest after missing you so badly.

A shiver runs up your spine and steals a helpless whimper from your lips as Rio trails heated kisses over your nape, his arms wrapped around your waist as you sit on his lap. All too aware of his length buried within your dripping folds.

Rio loves this sight, the sight of his seed slipping past your folds and coating your inner thighs in a thin sheen.

Meanwhile warmth twists at the pit of your stomach, remnants of your previous releases, your thighs aching from exertion after hours spent in one another's embrace, feeling each other's touch and making up for your time apart.

Yet your core clenches around him, forever aching for more, your hips grinding against his with a mind of their own, burning for some friction.

And of course Rio would be happy to provide, a part of him aching to give you what you crave and fulfil his own needs. But you just look so cute with your furrowed brows and your scrunched up nose, trying so hard to keep all of his seed from gushing out of your stuffed cunt.

He can't repress a gentle smile from pulling at the corners of his lips, hands folded over your stomach as his nose playfully nuzzles your nape. He loves your scent, unique and personal, one he’d recognise amongst a thousand others. One he keeps so close to his heart when the two of you are away from one another.

He had missed you so badly… Terribly in fact and he swears this had been the longest days of his life, each minute spent waiting for the moment you’d come back, spent thinking of you and your sunshine smile, of your laugh ringing in his ears and of your skin against his.

So could you blame him for wanting to make this last? For wishing to remain inside of you like this a little longer? Hugged by your warmth and comforted by your scent? And he’d remain like this forever if it meant hearing more of your flustered groans and whimpers.

“You’re so beautiful like this, you know?” He whispers in your ear, playfully nipping at the soft spot behind your ear, “Keeping the fruit of our love nice and warm inside of you.”

His heart swells at the thought, the fantasy of you maybe carrying his child one day blossoming in his mind and spreading wings in his back. One day maybe...

He knows just how to fluster you, just what to say to tease you in the best of ways and he loves how heat rushes to your cheeks at his words, shifting in his lap. Your walls clamping down on his length as desire flares anew inside of you.

“Ri-Rio… please I want more…” You whine in that sweet voice that has his heart melting, your hips rolling against his as frustration gathers up in hot tears at the corners of your eyes.

His cock twitches inside of you at the sight, a long finger hooking under your chin and turning your face towards him, kissing your tears away. Of course Rio hates to see you cry, hates to see you sad and he’d die if he ever was the source of such blue emotions. But these are different...

To know these come from you wanting him so bad you cannot take it… Something tugs at his heart and pulls at his last restraints. A terrible need to ruin you some more licking at his insides.

“Oh I’m sorry, my love” He says earnestly, kissing your cheek, “But I’ve missed you so much, you can’t imagine how badly I’ve wanted to be with you, to touch you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Rio…” You admit in a sigh, head leaning back against his chest, exposing the soft column of your throat to his wandering lips. “But please fuck me or I swear I’m going to lose my mind!”

Rio’s heart flutters in his chest, because oh, you’re the sweetest when you let out your frustration like this and beg him for more. And he doesn’t think any man on this earth could resist this look on your face, could resist you.

He certainly can’t. On his knees the moment your lips part in a moan of his name, the moment you beg him for more.

A loving smile curls his lips, dropping a peck to your nape as he stills his hands on your hips, fingers digging in your plush skin. “Of course, if my princess wants something it's my duty as her prince to give her what she wants!” He says, and you would have laughed at this if he hadn't bucked his hips up against yours, your thoughts melting on your tongue.

The only sound you manage being a gasp as his length drags over your walls and sets every fibre of your being on fire. Familiar tingles of heat curling inside of you.

“Ri-Rio-! Ungh!”

“I’m here, and I’m going to keep on showing you just how much I missed you and just how much I need you.” He wraps an arm around your waist, his hand wandering down your navel and between your thighs, delighted to hear a moan of his name as his thumb graces your clit.

You arch your back, head thrown back as you lose yourself in the throngs of pleasure. White heat swelling inside of you as sparks fly in your vision. Rio intent on keeping you in his arms until Dawn lifts the Night's heavy cloak.

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moonstruck-writing · 1 month

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The First Night [Rio Ortiz x MC]

Pairing: Rio Ortiz x Emma | Ikemen Prince CWs: fluff, wedding night, suggestive, mature themes, emotional first-time, canon divergence, Emma was never Belle in this so Rio's route didn't happen Summary: Rio and Emma’s first night together as a married couple Word count: 4k A/N: Happy Birthday Rio <3

Emma’s laugh reverberated through the room, even as the door to it was closed and she was behind it.

“Stop it, Rio! We’re both going to fall and get hurt!” She wiggled inside his sloppy hold until he let go of her.

“I said I’m not letting you get through that door unless you’re in a princess carry.” He repeated in a cheerful tone. “Come on now.” He bent down, trying to pick Emma up for the second time. And this time, he was a bit more successful in picking her up – both because she was willing and knew what was going on, and because he had a better idea of her weight now. That, however, didn’t stop Emma from laughing into his neck.

“Do I open the door?” She stopped giggling enough to ask the question, which made Rio snort. It felt good that they were having fun even with this silly ‘event’.

“Yes, please, that would actually help me.” Rio’s cheeks were coloured a rosy pink, but Emma couldn’t see it as she extended her arm enough to unlock the door and give it a little nudge that would open it completely.

Rio hoisted Emma up in his arms, which made her yelp, and finally crossed the door threshold. His steps were slow and deliberate, and even if anyone else could think it was because of having to lift Emma, it wasn’t. He was carrying a much different weight with himself inside that room.

It was their wedding night.

The day had passed in a whirlwind, and at times, Rio seriously believed it had all been a dream, that he was feverish, and his mind had created a twisted fantasy which would bring him to heaven only to crush him down. But it was reality, and having Emma’s body weight pulling down on his arms and making his muscles burn was the only remedy that told him the truth.

He let go of her on the centre of the king-size bed, but before he could stand up to close the door, she caught him by the forearms and left a quick peck on his cheek. It was shy and sweet, like the smile Emma offered him, illuminated by the light coming from the door.

“I am the luckiest man alive.” The words escaped Rio’s mouth by reflex, but the speed of his beating heart told him they sounded so different now.

“Then close the door and come make me the luckiest woman alive.” The corners of her mouth moved playfully, causing a delectable chill to run through Rio’s body. He obliged quickly, returning to her side with bated breath.

He climbed onto the bed, finding her busy unfastening the straps on her shoes. Those beautiful shoes she had saved up for months to buy. Those shoes Rio hadn’t been allowed to see properly until that moment. Those shoes were now coming undone, revealing her tender feet hidden by the stockings.

Rio felt like he was melting. How was he going to survive tonight?

The sound of the shoes hitting the ground brought him back to his senses, and he did the same with his own boots. Climbing back onto the mattress, he moved up to where she seemed to be waiting for him.

“Hey,” he greeted her in a whisper, so low and yet it could be heard so clearly in the silence of the room.

“Hi,” she replied, and her eyes glimmered in the light of the moon that entered through the light curtains of the window. “We’re now married.”

“Husband and wife,” he added, his intense gaze never leaving her eyes. Until the intensity of the moment pushed him to bury his face on the side of her neck, muffling a chuckle. Emma’s body tensed under the sudden and new proximity, only to relax after a few seconds. It was all new, and yet it felt almost familiar.

Rio lifted his face, tickling her ear with his hair, and looked at her, their faces closest they had ever been.

“This is new,” Emma interrupted the moment, nervous about what was happening, and what was to come.

“It is. Although I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, I think I’ve memorised it.” His words stole a giggle from her.

“Oh, Rio…” Her whisper was as gentle as her hand landing on his cheek. An invitation. And how could he refuse her? He’d be mad. So, he closed the distance between their lips slowly, not because he wanted her to have an opening, a way to run away, but because he wanted to savour every beat of this moment.

Their first kiss was soft and chaste. Just a brushing of warm skin against skin.

It was brief, even though both of their minds made it to last an eternity. And then came the gasping, like they were already running out of air. It would’ve made them laugh at any other moment, but not this time. Now, they were lost in the burning desire that spread in the deepest parts of their souls, only timidly peeking through their eyes.

They stared at each other, faces so close, light so dim, that they weren’t completely sure if they were seeing right, or if they were imagining the other’s face. Then, a little tentative. Emma grabbed the collar of Rio’s shirt, half to give him a hint, half to convince herself he was there, and everything was happening.

Rio didn’t hesitate, as he melted into the moment, moulding his lips to hers. This time, a little less chaste. Pecking at her lips gently, slowly, like he needed to put all his love into every small action to make sure that it reached her. And it did.

Trembling a little at first, Emma opened her lips and started mimicking Rio’s actions, softly gracing his lips with hers. His hand on her cheek moved to the back of her neck, cradling her head, and the comforting sensation made her gain a bit of confidence.

“You’re so good at this,” Rio whispered breaking the kiss. “How can you be so perfect?”

The comment wasn’t unfamiliar, but it still took Emma a few seconds to understand. His words seemed to have completely different meanings now. They were no longer close friends. Now they were kissing.

Emma had been so afraid she wouldn’t live up to Rio’s expectations. It was one thing being someone’s object of platonic affection, and it was another to test their physical affinity.

Could Emma survive Rio’s fantasies of her? She didn’t like being up on a pedestal, but she liked even less having to fall from it.

“What are you thinking?” Rio flicked her hair to the back of her neck and traced the shell of her ear. Emma realised she had been holding her breath when his caress brought her back to her body.

“Nothing,” she quickly replied, adding a strained giggle. She was sure Rio couldn’t see her face properly, but she also knew he was smarter than that. He knew her so well, that he didn’t need much to be able to read her.

It hurt when the absence of his touch on her materialised. He got up from the bed and went to the lamp by the window, on an old desk. He lit it and before Emma’s eyes were used to the new light, he was back at her side.

“Talk to me?” His eyes were hopeful and calm, but under that first layer, she could also see a hint of worry. A worry he was restraining. He took her hands in his.

“I am scared.” She wanted to sound simple, but her voice ended up being too airy for that.

“Of what?”

“Of everything. Of this.” Emma moved her head slightly, shifting her gaze to the curtains draping the canopy bed. “Everything is so new. It’s all new to me. I don’t know anything, and it’s scary. I don’t want to disappoint you.” She looked down, not feeling brave enough to meet his gaze.

“My sweet angel,” Rio spoke in a whisper and squeezed her hands, caressing so softly it almost tickled Emma. “This is all new to me, too. We’re discovering all this together. And there is no way, no way on Earth, that you’d ever disappoint me.” His voice got heavy with the pain he felt in his heart. The last thing he wanted was to put pressure on her. He would hate himself for that.

“But what if I do?” Emma dared to look into his eyes again.

“What if I disappoint you, then?” Rio’s face contorted in a sad smile.

“That’s impossible.” Her fast and loud response seemed to bounce off the walls, surprising her.

“See?” Rio kissed the back of her hands. “We feel the same. We’re already joined in mind, heart, and soul.” He showed her a radiant smile this time, and she felt her heart relaxing. “We don’t have to do anything else. And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“But we’re wife and husband now.”

“That doesn’t have to change anything.” Rio squeezed her hands, caressing the back of her hands. He had a soft smile, and he looked happy, content, satisfied even. But that didn’t please Emma.

“What if I want it to change?” She searched his eyes for a hint of his real feelings, not the care and protection that his love for her distilled. She wanted to know deep down, what were his real desires? Were they the same as hers?

“Then, we’ll also become one in spirit.” His lips parted into a warm smile, reaching his eyes. And there she saw; it was all the same to him. It was really, all the same. He loved her no matter what she was willing to give.

And she wanted to give him everything. She wanted to become everything for him. And his gentle gaze and touch told her he would accept everything she had to give.

Her hands moved in his, twisting enough to interlace their fingers together. That was also a first.

“Your hands fit just perfectly into mine.” He whispered, and Emma felt the slow building of anticipation begin. Their eyes jumped from their joined hands to each other’s faces. Their bodies moved at the same time, closing the distance once more. When their lips reunited, the intertwining of their hands dissolved. Emma closed her lips around his bottom lip, and Rio opened his mouth to caress her upper lip with his tongue, so light that she felt a tickling sensation.

But her brain couldn’t focus on that for too long since his hands moved now to her body. One caressed the side of her ribcage, the other landing on one of her thighs. It was too much and not enough at all, and none of them knew what to do with the intoxicating feelings the other caused in them.

“Can I take your shirt off?” Emma broke the kiss and found herself asking the question before her brain was connected to her mouth. It seemed her body had decided to take the reins. He nodded, an adventurous smile and a cheeky glint adorning his face. It was an invitation. Maybe at some other time, he would’ve ignored the way she had asked and would’ve quickly disrobed himself. But not today. Not from now onwards, no. If she wanted to be the one to take his clothes off, he would grant her wishes with pleasure.

But Emma’s hands didn’t move, and neither did his. She had been surprised both by her boldness and by the fact that Rio hadn’t jumped to action as he usually did. He was waiting, waiting for her. It seemed to tell her ‘I’ll go at your own pace.’

When her fingertips reached his shirt’s collar, she hesitated to take this chance. She didn’t simply grab hold of the fabric. She instead decided to grace the warm skin of his neck with her fingers, caressing softly. Rio sighed at the touch, closing his eyes. Seeing him like that, completely still and yet so calm, so exposed to her, gave her a little more confidence. And a dance started.

She undid the first button and took advantage of the newly freed skin. She touched his collarbone, revelling in the sturdiness. Unbuttoning further, she marvelled at the firmness of his chest. Then came his ribs, and his abdomen. She had known Rio took good care of his physique, but she had never seen – much less touched – a man like this. She wanted to touch his back and explore the muscles there, but once the last button was released, it was as if something in him changed.

“Can I touch you too?” He charged forward, his exhale hitting her lips. Her whole body lit up, and she almost forgot to answer the question.

His shirt started slipping from his shoulders as he shifted on the bed. She bit her lip, nervous and excited to feel him travelling through her skin.

But Rio hadn’t exactly asked if he could take anything off her. Not yet. He mimicked her actions, and gently touched her neck, caressing so softly, she would’ve thought he had been using a feather. He reached the back of her neck and massaged, working her nape and shoulders lightly. And then his touch disappeared.

Before Emma opened her eyes, she felt him shifting on the bed again.

“I’ll take off your corset.” There was the hint of a question, and Emma moved her hair away in response, shifting her body sideways so that Rio didn’t have to move so much.

His movements were skilled and yet careful to free her of the restrictions with ease. It made her want to melt, and he hadn’t even begun touching her properly.

When the corset fell from her body, she turned towards him, taking it, and pushing the corset farther away on the bed. His eyes travelled down her body, and he licked his lips unconsciously. At the action, Emma felt that the anticipation was winning the battle against her nervousness.

He moved closer to her and played with the frills on the collar of her shirt. Then, one cautious finger caressed her shoulder, forming idle figures. Then, as he went down her arm, he brushed the outer part of his knuckles against her, earning a shudder from her.

Emma liked having his attention on her but didn’t want to fall behind in making use of this chance. She reached for his skin, tracing it with curious hands. His chest pushed up and down, and he shortened the distance between their bodies. She felt his breath on her ear as he spoke.

“I want to kiss all your body…can I?” The intensity of his desire made him sound almost desperate. Emma felt the fear and embarrassment give way to her desire like he was coaxing it out of her.

“Please.”

He placed a soft kiss on the shell of her ear and then descended her neck, kissing as much of her skin as he could. When he arrived at her collarbone, he stopped briefly to look at her. She had her eyes closed and lips parted in what seemed a pleased, albeit silent, gasp. Seeing her like that made him continue with renewed vigour. He kissed her chest over the shirt, not daring quite yet to do more than graze her nipples in passing. When he reached her stomach, he continued peppering her with kisses, a little more playful. She giggled as he pretended to chew on her.

She took his face between her hands and forced him to look at her. He smiled fondly at the amused and relaxed look on her face – there was no trace of her past nerves now.

He undid her skirt next, but as he took it off and revealed her petticoat, she reversed their positions, getting on top of him. Now it was his time to receive.

Emma explored his skin to her heart’s content, caressing the firm muscles, kissing any remains of the tension from the day away. Her tentative licking got a gasp out of him, and she pressed open-mouth kisses through his torso, lapping and gracing at his skin. When her hands stumbled on the waistband of his trousers, her excitement was burdened by anxiety once more.

Rio perceived the change in her face and demeanour and sat up.

“Hey,” he whispered, taking her face in his hands. She looked at him and her features relaxed into a small smile, but it still had a note of uneasiness. “It’s just me, there’s nothing to worry about.” She pressed her lips together. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

She let out a shaky exhale and nodded against his touch. He kissed her nose, the space between her eyebrows, her eyelids, and her forehead. Then, he pressed his forehead to hers and they breathed together for a few seconds until her rhythm felt more relaxed.

“I want to touch you,” she started, pulling away to be able to look at his face properly. “But I don’t know how to, and…”

“Would it help if I guided your hand?”

She pondered his words before nodding slowly. He took one of her hands and kissed her palm and fingers gently, with his gaze still fixed on her. Then, slowly, he guided her hand to his trousers. He pressed down gently, and she felt the shape and hardness over his clothes.

“This is only for you.” Rio squeezed a little bit and she felt it twitch. “I am only yours, Emma. From now on—”

“Until death makes us part.” She completed, moving closer to Rio and straddling him to give him a quick peck on the lips. He chuckled at the lack of hesitation and removed his hand from over hers, to grab her hips and pull her closer against him.

She felt him grinding against her core and couldn’t hold back a pleased gasp. He groaned in return, his hands diving under her shirt to caress the skin on her back directly. She shook in his hold when his hips rolled against hers and they spoke at the same time.

“More—” the word escaped her mouth before her tongue could hold it back.

“Can I—” Rio cut himself when he heard her. “More?” The anticipation in his voice made her bite her lower lip. His hands travelled quickly to her hips, and he drove her into him, this time earning a timid moan from her. The sound drove him wild. “I want to lick you.” He panted against her chest, and she made an affirmative sound, holding onto his shoulders.

The next moment, none of their brains registered how her shirt ended up discarded on the floor. Her brain was too busy with the sensation of his tongue on one of her nipples. And his brain only paid attention to her breathing and her sounds.

He licked and sucked, rolling his tongue in all the possible ways his body could come up. When he felt her breathing become superficial, he continued his ministrations on her, holding her in place as his hips met hers. The moment she shook and her breathing stuttered, he fell over the edge with her.

Emma slumped on him, and he hugged her, his head buzzing with the recent high. She placed a hand over his heart and felt it beating madly, making her giggle. The sound of her laughter made him all mushy.

“This was amazing.” She sat up and looked at him with rosy cheeks.

“You look even more beautiful right now.” He caressed her cheek with one hand, slowly travelling down her neck. “You are so incredibly gorgeous, Emma.” She blushed under his gaze. “I am the luckiest man alive.” The familiar words sounded different now, more confident. “I want to explore more of your body, can I?”

“I love you, Rio,” she replied, and his chest swelled up.

“I love you, Emma.” He placed a hand behind her head, and she leaned towards him until they joined in a slow kiss. His other hand caressed her knee and sneaked under her petticoat, fondling the softness of her thighs. He opened his legs a little, creating space between their bodies. “Can I touch you?” After her affirmative, his hand moved to her core. He sighed when he felt her wetness.

He massaged her folds slowly and Emma closed her eyes. When he rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves, her lips parted and the sweetest sigh tickled Rio’s ears.

He loved seeing her like that, vulnerable and abandoning herself to the pleasure he was giving her. And he wanted to give her so much more. Wanted to fill her to the brim, until all her nerve endings were on fire and her body was spent. He wanted to satisfy the neediness only he could see.

“Rio,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against the hand she had on his shoulder.

“Yes, love?” He moved the hand that rested on her back to her head, petting her hair. She turned towards his face and opened her eyes to look at him. In a moment, the distance between their lips was reduced and they kissed sloppily until Emma’s breathing became ragged. Rio felt her panting on his face and his fingers moved faster until her legs spasmed. She gasped for air and stopped his hand with hers.

Understanding the gesture, he removed his hand from her heat and caressed her inner thigh, not wanting to stop touching her completely. Emma giggled at the wetness he was spreading on her skin as he kept tracing idle figures. She sighed and looked at him, smiling.

“Emma, you—” Rio started saying but interrupted himself when he felt her hand sneaking down and start rubbing on the stiffness forming inside his trousers again. The confident smile she had on her face made him twitch. “Touch me?”

She bit her lip as she focused on undoing his trousers. When she hesitated, his hand found hers once more and guided her to stroke him. Her touch was soft and yet it was enough to make him blush deeply.

“You can go harder.” He squeezed her hand with his. Then, he had to fight to keep his eyes open, but he wouldn’t miss a second of looking at her like that. “Can I finger you?” He squeezed her thigh and started caressing her groin. She nodded and he removed his other hand from over hers, to caress her cheek and give a gentle peck to her lips. After that, he squeezed her hip and his hand rubbed her folds again, making his fingers slick with her wetness.

His finger pushed slowly at her entrance, and her body welcomed it. He buried his face on her chest as the movements of her hand on him mirrored his finger going in and out of her. When he felt her squeezing him, it became too much. He stopped her hand and leaned back to look at her.

“I want to make love to you, Emma.” When her walls squeezed again, a moan caught on his throat. He removed his finger as she nodded, excitement and nervousness travelling in the minimal space between them. “Shall we take these off?” He looked down at their clothes and they both giggled. She climbed off him and took off her petticoat while he did the same with his trousers.

Emma felt her heart beating wildly as Rio took her by the hand and guided her to his lap. In this new nakedness, she felt more exposed than before. She straddled him and he grabbed her hips to press against his. Then, he cupped her face and kissed her like that was the only thing that mattered.

Their lips moved and their tongues explored, and in that dance, their bodies rubbed against each other, creating a new flood of desire. When they broke the kiss, panting against each other, Emma raised her hips and Rio guided his member to her entrance.

She relaxed into him, welcoming the new sensation. And then, they were one.

Never breaking eye contact, they peered into each other’s hearts, like the limit between their souls had blurred. Rio’s tears fell to his cheeks. He was convinced, this time he would really die of happiness.

A/N: I took some liberties with their clothing (some to be “historically” accurate, some to adapt it to this 'AU') so if you noticed something different or missing, that’s it. Hope you enjoyed! Interactions, comments and reblogs are always highly appreciated <3

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omkookie · 10 months

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"Don't worry. It's just me."

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Yandere!Rio, NONCON, somnophilia, choking, unprotected sex. Fem!MC

Yandere Rio is so twisted that he no longer acts like Rio. He’s lost in the madness of his obsession, and his crazed mind can’t reason or differentiate right from wrong anymore...🩷

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Rio thinks it's too much. Your endless studying, and undying devotion as Belle. You work far too much, way too hard, and you don't even treat yourself. That's why, as your caring butler he takes it upon himself to take care of you and relieve you of your stress. You wake up with his hand clasped over your mouth and his cock inside of you.

Your worried eyes frantically try to focus on him through the darkness of your room, and you thrash around, trying to scratch and kick your assaulter until you finally hear a familiar voice speak. "Don't worry. It's just me~" Rio says under his breath, And your eyes water with stinging hot tears. You feel dreadfully weak because you realize that it’s him. He, your most trusted person was raping you. That breaks your heart far more than knowing someone else was doing it.

Rio hears your muffled cries and quiet sobs, yet he pretends not to. His hand moves to your neck, and he gives your throat a hard enough squeeze as a warning for you to be quiet. “I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth, okay?” He speaks, and your erratic breathing increases as he warns you not to scream. “Don’t scream.” He says sternly, making sure to tighten his grip on your throat to get his words through your head.

He takes his hand off of your mouth, and you let out a whimper as you ask him why.

Why is he doing this?

“Because I love you so much! I want to make love to you and take care of you. You’ve been working so hard.” He says, as his other hand moves toward your hip to hold you.

What happened to your Rio? This one couldn’t be him. He just couldn’t.

“It’s okay! You don’t need to cry.” He tells you. “You know, I’m veeery happy to be with you.” He chuckles at the end, and you feel your stomach twist in disgust.

“I love you so much.” He repeats those words like they're a mantra.

He uses your body as he pleases, eventually tiring you out enough for you to stop resisting. You’re helpless, You can’t get him off of you, and he won’t be letting you go any time soon. His hips slam into yours harder now, making you jerk in surprise. You know he’s close, and he knows you’re tired. “You’re already sleepy?” he asks, and you nod, even if he can’t see it in the dark.

“Just give me a moment… I’m almost done.” He whispers, and you wait tiredly. Wait for him to finish filling you with his cum as if you were some toy. After what feels like forever, He finally does. A fresh stream of tears runs over the dried ones on your cheeks, and Rio snuggles against you, pressing you firmly against his body.

"I love you, Goodnight.” He kisses your shoulder, and you remain quiet.

You lie there, trapped in his arms and unable to get as much as a wink of sleep after what has happened. You feel dirty, sinful, disgusting. You want to take a shower and scrub your skin, hoping you can get him off of you, wash him away and wash off all of the guilt and shame that you feel.

You can’t sleep that night. You can’t get up and clean yourself, You can’t move an arm without his grip on you tightening. He’s not sleeping, and as his hand wraps around your neck to hold you in place, It slowly sinks in to you that you’ll never be able to sleep normally again.

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ikemenlibrary · 6 months

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Ikémen Prince Gift Exchange Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who chose to participate in this event and helped make it a success! Everyone is so talented, and I am in awe of all of you <3 Going through all your pieces have been truly enjoyable and I've loved every minute of it!

Prove It To Me | Jin Grandet x Reader | by @nightghoul381 for xxsycamore

They Say Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder | Nokto Klein x Emma (MC) | by @xxsycamore for nightghoul381

Unaccepted Together | Clavis Lelouch x Reader | by @nightghoul381 for scummy-writes

Autumn Daze | Gilbert Von Obsidian x MC | by @scummy-writes for daegupaksu

A Starry Tryst (Artwork) | Nokto Klein x Noele (OC) | by @daegupaksu for drachonia

Sea at Sunrise (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci x MC | by @drachonia for nightghoul381

Bookmarked Dialogue | Keith Howell x Julie (OC) | by @ikemenlibrary for queengiuliettafirstlady

The Gentle Stag Rewrites The Stars | Keith Howell x MC | by @queengiuliettafirstlady for ridiculouslly-ridiculous

Princess Picnic Pick Me Up | Rio Ortiz, Clavis Lelouch, Silvio Ricci, Gilbert Von Obsidian, MC | by @ridiculouslly-ridiculous for misty-moth

Peter Clavis and the Lost Boys (Artwork) | Clavis Lelouch, Nokto Klein, Luke Randolph | by @misty-moth for pondlilies00

Take a Rest (Artwork) | Sariel Noir x MC | by @pondlilies00 for alydra (bluejay-writes)

This is fine. | Chevalier Michel x MC | by @bluejay-writes for randonauticrap

Ember Glows the Heart | Leon Dompteur x MC/Reader | by @randonauticrap for myonlyjknight

A Clavish Day Off | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @myonlyjknight for claviscollections

Petrichor | Yves Kloss x MC/Reader | by @claviscollections for pillowpillowillow

The Voyager Prince (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci | by @pillowpillowillo for aquilapolariz

In Business, In Life | Silvio Ricci x Hyacinth (OC) | by @aquilapolariz for tacogawa

La Belle et la Bête (Artwork) | Leon Dompteur x MC | by @tacogawa for kokorokai

The Tyrant's New Wife (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci x Airin D'Avalos (OC) | by @kokorokai for airin-queenz

Chilly Morning's Date | Licht Klein x MC | by @airin-queenz for ikemenlibrary

Read to Me | Chevalier Michel x MC | by @ikeromantic for aquagirl1978

What Was I Made For | Gilbert Von Obsidian x Rosemary (OC) | by @aquagirl1978 for prisoniclover

Return | Leon Dompteur x Emma (MC) | by @prisoniclover for chirp-a-chirp

Cat-astrophe | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @chirp-a-chirp (with art by @aide-falls) for katriniac (ohtomatotome)

Getting There is Half the Fun | Keith Howell x Emma (MC) | by @ohtomatotome for violettduchess

Practical Magic | Clavis Lelouch x Emma (MC) | by @violettduchess for ikeromantic

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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: well.....@viohasgoneintothewoods . I know its April Fools but this isn't a joke. Here you go Vio. Because you thought I wouldn't do it 😉

Rio x f! reader

WC: 403

He has loved you for what feels like forever. He's watched as spring has brightened into summer, summer has danced into the vivaciousness of autumn; autumn has settled down into the chill of winter; winter has thawed into the eternal renewal that is spring. Over and over the seasons have turned in their endless cycle and over and over Rio has pledged his heart to no one but you.

So when you approach him, eyes soft with a tenderness that mirrors his own, when you wrap your arms around his neck and whisper his name, soft as a summer breeze, he knows prayers can be answered. When you cup his face gently, he knows that dreams come true. And when you lean up, pressing your lips to his, he knows that heaven on earth exists.

Your kiss strengthens his resolve, gives his love armor, places an ever-ready sword in his hand. He would face any danger for the sweetness of your smile. Brave any hardship to dry your tears. Black-robed Death could crook his bony finger and Rio would stand tall, defiant, if it meant saving you. Or he would go, without a second’s hesitation, if leaving with Death meant keeping you from harm.

He wraps his arms around you, an angel made real, his dreams embodied by the most beautiful woman whose light shines not from her physical beauty but from the kindest, most noble heart he has ever known. Holding you close never fails to fill him with warmth, with awe, with the conviction that without you, there would be no him. And he wonders what he has done in his life, what made Lady Fortune smile upon him, to deserve you loving him in return? How often are a person’s deepest wishes answered? How many can claim that they are utterly and completely fulfilled?

You deepen the kiss, fingers gripping him harder, and the world spins. Loving you is as grounding as it is heady, as fundamental as it is fantastical. You are the air in his lungs and the bliss of his soul. You are the beat of his heart and the dreams of his mind. You are everything he ever wanted in the past and you are every hope he has ever had for the future.

And now you’re turning, taking him along as you fall onto the bed, mouths hungry and legs tangled, hands beginning their greedy hunt for clasps and buttons, laces and ties.

And Rio has no time left for reflection. No time for anything but you.

You.

Always and forever.

You.

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randonauticrap · 7 months

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Sensual Impact (Rio Ortiz x Reader)

Happy Gift Witch Day, @maries-gallery !! I hope you like this little Rio ficlet. <3

Prompt: Steaming mugs

Suitor: Rio Ortiz

Warnings: None, just some sensual autumn fluffiness!

“Ouch!” you exclaimed, setting the mug down quickly.

“What happened?! Are you okay?” Rio hurried over, and before you could even answer, wrapped his warm fingers around your wrist and started inspecting your reddened palm.

“I’m fine, Rio, thanks. The mug was just a little too hot.” you smiled up at him, refusing to acknowledge how good his rough hands felt, tracing all the lines of your softer ones, or how his gentle nature had your heart picking up its pace by double beats, or how the care in his eyes took your breath away.

“Oh no, that’s my fault.” he pouted, looking forlornly down at your hand. “I should have put something around it first. I hope you can forgive me?” His bright blue eyes met yours. How could you possibly hold any kind of grudge against that face?!

“Of course, I forgive you, Rio. You had nothing to be sorry for in the first place.” you smiled back at him and placed your free hand over his, squeezing it gently.

“Here,” he said softly, moving to grab the mug. “I’ve got gloves on, so it won’t hurt me.” He lifted the mug to your lips, his movements fluid and sure, and when the rim of the cup touched your bottom lip, you wordlessly opened your mouth, just enough to allow Rio to tip it back so you could drink. Normally, you would have refused, too embarrassed to even meet his eye, but something in the air crackled with sensual suggestion, and you couldn’t find it in you to deny him tonight.

“There,” he said, his voice coming out slightly hoarse. Reverently, he lifted a gloved finger to your mouth to gently wipe away a drop of your drink that had escaped, his intense gaze never leaving your plush lips. “That’s better.”

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floydsteeth · 1 month

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Im so normal and sane about Rio I swear :)

#I want him carnally #I want him between my legs #I want him #It's like 3am and I just wanna look at Rio #And read fanfiction #And Rio #Heheheh #rio ortiz #ikepri rio #I just want him viscerally #But sadly he isn't real

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candied-boys · 7 months

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Another - Rio x F! Reader Part 5

When Emma chooses another, Rio has to go home without her... But there's more awaiting him than just forgotten memories...

Themes: hurt and healing, facing the past, learning to love again, aka angst with a happy ending!

Warnings: angst, Rio route spoilers, eventual smut, written from Rio's POV

Part 4

As promised, you've dined together every morning since. Some days Valerie joins too, depending on her mood — it turns out she can be quite fussy when she first wakes, preferring her wet nurse over anyone else until she's fed. But on the days she has come, she sits in your lap while her mother coaxes her into trying nibbles of your cooking.

You've long known the joy of sharing food with someone you love, and you’re all too familiar with the way your heart races when that cherished person eats your cooking, but you never expected the thrill it would be to have this tiny picky eater smile and reach for more after finally landing on a creation she likes.

Though the time you can spend with your daughter is little, your affection for her has quickly grown to be uncontainable. It's baffling really. You've never had much interest in children. The ones playing in the streets of Rholodite never caught your attention. Despite all the dreams of your future with her, you never gave much thought to starting a family. You wanted all her time for yourself.

So why do you long to see those cheeks round with laughter and those eyes shimmer with delight? You wonder if it's merely because she showed interest in you first, or if this unfamiliar yearning to be closer to her is driven by some twisted hope that you could rewrite your past by giving her a better life.

Such are the questions that haunt you in the silence when your quill pauses its scratching across piles of documents. Like one possessed, you find yourself seeking answers whenever your duties end early enough to afford you time.

Tonight you arrive at Valerie's nursery to discover unfamiliar melodies seeping into the hallway from beyond the heavy double doors. The sweet ring of some unknown instrument mixes with unintelligible lyrics. Only when the song eventually fades do you dare to cross the threshold.

“You play beautifully. It sounds quite different from an arpa doppia. What is it?” you query softly as you approach, noting with a hint of disappointment that Valerie is already fast asleep.

“It's my mother's clàrsach. It's not as popular as it once was in Jade, but I love it,” she smiles wistfully.

Pulling up a seat next to the crib you recall, “Oh, that's right. You told me the first day I returned that your mother was from Jade. How did she end up in Benitoite?”

“You remember my father is a merchant?”

You nod, petting Valerie's angel soft hair while she continues, “He was in Jade for business negotiations and was invited to a salon hosted by an acquaintance of his trade partner. It turned out to be quite a crowded event, and when he stepped out into the gardens for a bit of fresh air he stumbled across a hushed group gathered in the pavilion at the centre.”

“Hushed?”

“They were all waiting for my mother to start playing again. He always said that he thought she'd cast a spell over him because he walked right up to her when she finished the next song to ask for her hand in marriage,” she giggles.

“In front of all those people?!” you blurt and instantly check you didn't wake the baby.

“Yes, and in Benitoitian too! She didn't understand a word he said, but a few gentlemen in the crowd did and as you can imagine they didn't appreciate it.”

“How did they end up together if they couldn't even communicate?”

“He has quite the long-suffering constitution,” she shrugs, and you notice the tension that used to linger in her posture when around you has faded over the few months.

“Ah, so he's stubborn?” you conclude.

“Very. He postponed his return and began studying the language, all the while trying to find a way to meet her again.”

“But you can't just court a noble’s daughter as you please.”

“Exactly. He said he couldn't get her voice out of his head for weeks while he hunted down every bit of information that he could use to woo her family. In the end, he managed to arrange a business deal that brought a hefty profit to my grandfather, and in exchange was allowed to marry my mother.”

“But they didn't even know one another at that point. What if she hadn't liked him?”

“You really have changed, Valerio,” she murmurs, her expression forlorn as you catch it out of the corner of your eye. “You should know as well as anyone that neither consent nor love have ever been prerequisites for marriage.”

“It should be…” you grumble, a scowl fixed on the sleeping cherub at your side. “I'd never marry Valerie off to someone she didn't love…”

“I wouldn't either… but I don't think arranged marriages are all bad. My mother and father love one another dearly now… and I love you…”

If only it were as simple as casting a spell, you'd willingly let her bewitch you with a song just to forget the pain.

“Would you tell me…” you stumble, dredging up all the courage you have to face your past, “how it happened?”

Her delicate hues momentarily reflect the tempered sky beyond the grand window.

“Come,” she pleads with those same hues. “The days grow long. Walk with me while it's still light.”

Dusk tints the shoreline in its solemn shades where you walk arm in arm — a heavy silence filling the gaps between the kiss of the waves on the sand. You're nearly startled when her gentle voice breaks through your thoughts to draw you back to her.

Whispering well wishes, you leave your daughter with a kiss to her forehead before standing and offering your elbow to your wife.

“You know, you used to take me for walks in the evening like this when we were courting.”

“Do you mean after my mother introduced us but before the engagement?”

“Yes, though you stopped as soon as the relationship was made official…” she confesses, eyes tracing the tide line of broken shells at her feet.

It doesn't surprise you, but it still stings.

Hoping against hope, you ask warily, “Were they ever pleasant walks? What did we talk about?”

“Well, we didn't speak much. You had all my background information investigated, so there wasn't much I could tell you about my past.”

Bitterly you guess how the rest of it went, “And I had no interest in coming to know you as a person, so I didn't ask anything else, is that it?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I'd like to think you wouldn't have paid as much attention as you did had you lacked interest entirely.”

“Oh?” you echo in jaded disbelief.

“You watched my gaze, to which flowers it fell for a moment longer than to others and had bouquets of them sent to my chambers. You hung your jacket over my shoulders before I even noticed I felt chilly, telling me that it showed in the fine hairs at the nape of my neck when I asked how you knew. Little things like that…”

“That all sounds very calculated,” you reply after a moment pausing to look out over the ocean together.

“Isn't everything in life? If you calculated that paying attention and sending flowers would benefit your relationship and your future, it's hardly different than one who professes undying love and sends jewels to capture the heart of their lover. Both are intended to influence and carry forward the relationship, are they not?”

“I suppose… but at least the latter is sincere.”

Her gaze twines with yours where she looks up over your shoulder to answer, “If you weren't sincere, Valerio, you might just as well have sent any variety of flower or something else entirely. Why pay such mind to my unspoken preferences when you never had any need to win me over in the first place?”

“Why do you have such faith in me despite knowing how callous I am? Even if you fell for me because of little things like that, surely all that came after should've been enough to crush that budding affection.”

Turning into your way, she halts your step with a hand to your heart.

“Valerio, I admired you for years before your mother ever introduced us. I never loved you merely because you gave me flowers or showed me a little kindness. I fell in love with a man who battled tirelessly against inequality and unending cruelty. A man who cherished his mother with all his heart. A man capable of anything he set his mind to.”

Caring, determined, hard-working — everything that made you fall in love with her.

You of all people should know that to love means to appreciate someone for who they are whether or not they return your feelings.

Perhaps you'd thought that she'd deluded herself into believing you were kinder than you really had been so that she could cope with your death, assumed that she was in love with the idea of you rather than the wretched man you were and still are.

Oh how willingly blind you've been, refusing to face the mirror that she is. How long have you denied that her unrequited feelings for you are the perfect reflection of your own simply to avoid admitting that it is you who hurts her most.

Laying a gloved palm atop the one still pressed against your heart and cupping her soft cheek with the other, you hold her gaze tenderly.

“To be so long suffering, to have such grace... Perhaps your father was right about your mother being more than mere human for his daughter is certainly an angel.”

“Valerio?” her voice is but a whisper over the sea breeze as a silk wrapped hand wipes away a tear trailing down your face.

“All I do is bring you pain, my angel, and I'm so sorry to ask you to bear more, but if you can find it in your heart to be patient… Then please, wait for me a little longer that I may one day come to love you as much as you deserve.”

Part 6

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annaliessse · 9 months

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Rio angst because Silvio's route is slowly making me lose my mind. Based on the kitchen scene where Rio caught Emma and Silvio cooking together.

No spoilers, just Rio being a sad puppy.

Love You, Keep You, Lose You

Word Count: 466

His first memory of you was a smile. You were standing by his bedside, peering at him as you wiped the sweat from his forehead. When you noticed him awaken, you smiled as if you were given the greatest gift in the world. Your irises sparkled, eyes crinkling and Rio thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Living with you made Rio realize he was wrong. It was not your smile, but your heart that made you lovely. Kindness was not something you gave hesitantly and Rio realized in you that there was a world where gentleness was not seen as weakness. You loved passionately and fearlessly, and Rio felt it every time you tended to his wounds or fed him his meals. With every smile, every touch, and every whisper, you gave him a reason for living; and when you held his hand as you walked home from the bookstore, he knew he loved you so.

When it came time for him to face his lost memories, Rio realized your heart was not only pure but strong and fiery as well. His jangly older brother called him foolish and cowardly, but you defended him for all you were worth. You held him in your arms after every nightmare and comforted him after every piece of horrible memory returned. You stayed by him, even after knowing the monster that he was before the both of you met, and it was then that he knew he wanted to keep you.

But you were never his to keep.

And he realized it the moment he saw you look at his older brother.

It was a look that he would have given everything for. You looked at Silvio as if he wrote your favorite sonnets. Your eyes glimmered with longing as if he was the prince in your favorite storybook. And when he wrapped his arms around you, no longer did you protest, but rather looked like you were holding yourself from leaning against him. You looked perfect in his arms, and though Rio wanted to resent it, how could he? How could he when Silvio made you so happy?

Rio looked at both of you a last time. You were sat on his lap as Silvio ate your fricassee. He had long prepared for the sight of you with another man. He knew before you even said your ‘hellos’ that your story was going to end with ‘goodbyes.’ What he didn’t expect was this reality that you chose his own brother, and he was going to spend the rest of his life watching the two of you together. He was going to watch every whisper, every embrace, and every kiss knowing that he can never do anything about it.

He was going to lose you.

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maries-gallery · 7 months

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Day ?of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's visions of temptation event! And my first contribution to kinktober <3

PART 1 (because this is part 2 of "To love and protect")

PROMPT: Vanilla sex, creampie, first time

genre: fluff, nsfw, mdni

warnings: vanilla sex, first time, dirty talk, creampie, fingering, praise kink, hints of size kink, dacryphilia, reassurance kink, missionary, spoon sex, creampie, female bodied and gendered reader

wordcount: 4k

mdni banner by the lovely @/saradika

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Silence reigns in the halls of Rhodolite’s castle, the moon whispers through the floor length windows to shower the corridor in its silver glow. No trace of the ball remains within the castle’s walls, nothing but the lingering bittersweet aroma of wine on your tongue and the tight knot at the back of your throat.

You tighten your hold on the shawl draped over your shoulders, shielding your bare skin from the biting cold that slivers down the corridor as you come to a stop in front of Rio’s bedroom door.

Apprehension hammers in your chest. A quiet sigh falls from your lips as your hand hovers over the wooden door, heart caught between the aching desire to knock and the desperate urge to run away.

For a moment you ponder over the reason that brought you here in the first place, that brought you to seek your friend’s presence in the dead of night. It was a bad idea really. Anyone would be sleeping by now and you hated the idea of waking him up and disturbing his peaceful slumber.

Your friend. You hate this word, hate the sound of it and hate the bittersweet taste it leaves on your tongue, hate how it drips from your lips like a sickeningly sweet syrup used to sugarcoat the truth of your feelings.

Warmth tugs at your centre at the prospect of seeing him, at the thought of hearing his voice and talking to him. At the prospect of being near him.

A part of you wants to think the reason you’re in front of his door is because

you still hadn’t thanked him for his help earlier at the ball. Easier to stomach than the truth, the truth of how your gaze had lingered on his lips a moment too long when he had accompanied you back to your room after the party. The truth of how you had ached to pull him in by his collar and have a taste of him.

Maybe your heart had finally gotten the better of you, carrying you to his bedroom door before you could find it in yourself to fight back. Maybe it was time you stopped lying to yourself.

A part of you wonders if Rio had heard your conversation with Leon, a flicker of hope flying to life at the thought of your secret having been revealed. At the thought of finally being freed from the burden of your own feelings, of the silent gag you’d placed upon yourself to conceal the truth.

You love him. A realisation both comforting and terrifying in its implications. Remain silent and keep what the two of you have, or jump in and hope you’ll fly, caught by his securing arms. Anchor him to your side in spite of a past he has yet to rekindle with, or decide to grant him the freedom of blissful ignorance.

This was selfish of you. Really. For even if Rio returned your feelings, he still had issues of his own to solve. And you never want to be a barrier between him and the truth.

Yes, coming here was a very bad idea.

But before you can make up your mind and step away, your heart jolts in your chest as the door cracks open to reveal Rio’s sunshine features, blue eyes widening at the sight of you on his doorstep so late at night.

“Rio!” You exclaim, taking a step back in a poor attempt to gain some sense of composure, “I-I’m sorry I-”

You hate yourself for the lack of explanation that crosses your mind. Heart tightening painfully in your chest as a veil of worry falls over his clear gaze, features alive with vivid concern as he takes in your form.

“Are you okay?” He asks, taking a step forward, and only then do you realize how inappropriate it was for you to come to his room at such a late hour. Heat rushes to your cheeks as your eyes take in the smooth skin of his chest, tight muscles flexing under the skin as he reaches an arm out for you.

You knew Rio to be fit, but seeing it for yourself was something else entirely and there was no way this sight would leave your mind any time soon.

“Yes-Yes, I’m okay! Sorry I just…” You pause, a sigh falling from your lips as you avert your gaze to the side, unable to face him, “I just couldn’t sleep and before I could think about it I was in front of your door.”

The voice in your head scolds you for being so honest and for your lack of a better excuse. It’s not like you could have lied to him though, the mere idea has guilt clawing at your heart.

“I couldn’t sleep either. I’m glad you came, I don’t like the thought of you lying wide awake and alone late at night” His features soften into a gentle smile. “What about I make us so tea? Then we can talk about whatever you want!”

Maybe you shouldn't accept. Maybe you should go back to your room and try to find sleep in the lonely sheets of your bed. Either way you find yourself nodding at his offer and following him inside his room.

As you step inside, warmth envelops you in a comforting embrace, the gentle scent of vanilla and musk filling your senses. Rio’s smell.

Your eyes travel around the room, minimalist and well organised, except for the towering papers on his desk. You look at him, a relaxed smile on his features as he busies himself with preparing some tea and a plate with biscuits.

Your heart races in your chest, desperate to break the heavy silence. And you wonder if you’re the only one finding the lack of exchange unbearable.

“Rio?” Your voice breaks through the silence and he turns to you, tilting his head to the side, waiting for your following words. A sigh falls from your lips, the tension melting from your shoulders, “Thank you for tonight. About Lord Sinclair… You’re always watching out for me.”

That’s a start. You hope this will get the ball rolling and give you enough time to collect your thoughts and put them into order.

“It’s normal for a prince to want to protect his princess, isn’t it?” He answers with a charming smile and a wink that has your heart faltering in your chest. Of course that is what he’d answer. If only you weren’t tempted to take him so seriously.

If only you weren’t tempted to lean into the idea that maybe the two of you can be something more than friends.

“Speaking of the ball.” His voice cuts through your thoughts and you look up to meet his gaze, “What were you and Prince Leon talking about on the balcony?” He continues, and you swear you caught the shadow of something dark in his gaze, or maybe just a trick of the light.

There’s no way he could be jealous of Prince Leon, right?

“You seemed distressed when I joined the two of you.” Rio says, features infused with concern, “He didn’t make you uncomfortable, did he? Because if he did, Prince or not I will-”

“No! He didn’t.” You interrupt, and for a moment you ponder over what to say, battling with your thoughts and all the obvious reasons you should lie to him. But you can’t, and your heart shoots straight as an arrow, pushing words out of your lips before you can catch them and swallow them back. “We were… We were talking about you.”

Maybe it is fate that brought this conversation onto the table, a sign it is time for you to confront the truth. You hope it is, because if not that would just make you wildly delusional and nothing short of selfish.

Rio’s features remain warm and comforting, a grin lifting the corners of his lips.

“You were just talking about all the things you love and adore about me and how you couldn’t wait for me to come back, is that it?” He says, and you don’t know if he is joking or not anymore, if he’s teasing you or if a part of him truly hopes for it to be true. “You’re too cute!”

He beams, and you stand confused.

Your words die in your throat as you helplessly stare at him, mouth agape waiting for any sound to come out. Stunned into silence, because how were you supposed to answer this? With a yes? Telling him the truth. With a no? Thus forever saying goodbye to your only chance of being honest with him.

You can’t look at him, can’t hold his gaze as shame crawls up your neck and forces your head down. Your heart falls to your stomach as he steps over to you, gentle fingers slipping under your chin and leading you to meet his eyes.

“You can tell me everything, you know?” He says, “That’s what friends are for, right?”

You want to cower, to disappear, for the floor to part at your feet and swallow you whole. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest, eager to spill the truth and take this as an opportunity to take a new turn in your relationship.

“Please…” He whispers, coaxing the answer out of you. And that’s your last call. Because you’d better know the truth than overthink about what other things you could have said about him.

You meet his eyes, worry lingers there in pools of vibrant blue, his lips drawn in a line as he observes you. And warmth spreads in your chest as he places a tender palm on your cheek, thumb stroking your skin.

A gesture that feels so intimate and so special. A gesture you hope has nothing to do with him seeing you as a friend, and more with him returning your feelings.

You swallow thickly.

“What if…” You say, “What if I don’t want to be friends anymore?”

He falters, heart caught between the fear of you discarding him and the burning hope of you fulfilling his deepest desires. Still, he remains quiet, giving you time to formulate your thoughts.

“What if I want… more? And by more I mean-”

“Stop!” He says, alarm flashing in his gaze, “Please, let me do this. Please, I've been waiting for this for so long, let me do this. I want you to be the one to say yes to me, not the other way around.”

“What? But say what?” You question, lost between relief and lingering doubt.

“Okay, can you please tell me that this is not a dream, first?” He says, eyes wild with a whirlwind of emotions and mind blurry with thoughts of all the times he’d wished to hear these words from you. Hope springs in his heart and blooms in his chest at the thought that maybe time has finally come.

That maybe his patience had finally been rewarded.

A nervous chuckle falls from your lips, “It’s not a dream, but why-”

“If you felt want and longing the way I did; the way I still do; I promise you’d be driven mad.” He says, taking your hands in his, “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. Of how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

“But- I always thought you flirting with me was a joke. I mean you were so-”

“Obvious about it? That’s because I didn’t have anything to hide. Because I wanted you to know that I love you.” He says, taking a step closer towards you, his lips so close yet achingly far. “But apparently I wasn’t clear enough.”

He leans in, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin.

“So let me show you instead.” He whispers in a breath, his words crashing on the shore of your lips as your previous tension melts in fireworks of happiness in your chest.

His lips move along yours, sweet and soft and addictive, intoxicating, willing you to ache for more as your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer. And before you know it you’re drowning, forgetting yourself to the warmth that pools at your core as his tongue slides over the seam of your lips, asking for entrance.

A faint moan comes from his throat as you press yourself against him, aching for the two of you to melt into one. Just as you part he wraps an arm around you, blue eyes bright with burning desire.

“If we continue like this I don’t know if I’ll be able to-”

“Please don’t.” You say, “Please don’t stop. I want this too. I-I want you to make me yours.”

Rio’s heart bursts in his chest, he could die now and he would be the happiest man on Earth having heard these words from you. Words he’d wanted to hear for so long, had imagined you saying over and over again. Not only in the sexual sense of the term but in every way possible.

Because Rio wanted you in all the ways someone could want another person. He wanted you happy, wanted you sad, wanted you angry, wanted you in all your raw passions and all the way you existed. He wanted you by his side, against him and right now he aches to melt into you.

He places a warm hand on your cheek, locking eyes with you, “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this if you’re not-”

“I am sure.” You interrupt, placing your hand over his on your cheek. “I want you, Rio. I want you so much it aches, so please, please do something about it.”

A gentle smile rises to his lips, eyes betraying the overwhelming excitement that swells in his chest.

He knew you had never been in love. Knew you had never been in a relationship before. And of course he wouldn’t have cared if you had already been either of these things. But to know he’d be the first man to see you like this, to love you like this… Made this so much more important.

Because he intends on being your first, and your last.

“I will take care of you. Just trust me and let me do the work.” He says, “I’ll make you feel good. And if at any point something is not okay with you, tell me.”

He guides you over to the bed, gently laying you down on the soft covers before crawling over you, lips meeting yours in a dizzying kiss that melts away your anxiety. You wrap your arms and legs around him, one of his hands softly tracing the smooth skin of your calf and up your thigh.

His fingers catch in the fabric of your panties, sliding them down your legs with ease, a smile curving his lips as you help him by removing your nightdress and tossing it to the floor.

He gazes down at you, all grace and bare skin, no hint of fabric to hide your beauty from his eyes. He lets out a slow quivering breath, ghosting his fingers over the valley of your breasts, taking in how supple and soft your skin feels against his.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this. And yet nothing compares to you.” He says, letting his digits wander over one pert nipple.

A moan slips past your lips as his touch ignites a fire inside of you, a carnal desire that has your core melting and desperately aching for more.

“Please, Rio- touch me more.” You pant, because any longer and you’ll combust.

Oh you look so good like this, and you sound so perfect asking for more, asking for him. And he wants nothing more than to listen to every single request you have.

He glides his fingers down your body, enjoying every shiver that runs through you as he does. The most beautiful sound being the desperate gasp that slips from you as he dips two fingers in your heat and swirls them around to collect your sweet honey before slowly sliding his digits inside of you.

“You’re so warm…” He whispers against your lips, enamoured with the soft whimpers and moans that fall from your lips as he curls his fingers inside of you to stroke at your sweet spot, gently coaxing your first release out of you. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmhm… Yes-Yes, please don’t- Ngh- stop.” You say, and he loves how your features twist with pleasure as he graces his thumb over your sensitive bud, how your bad arches off the bed and how your nails dig in the skin of his back as he picks up the pace.

His name falls from your lips in a prayer, a desperate call for him as your world comes crashing down and the tight knot at your core snaps in waves of warmth that send white hot stars across your vision.

He works you through your high, slowing his pace as you come down and find yourself back in his arms, a satisfied smile on his lips as he gazes down at you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and your heart melts at his question, at his willingness to look after your comfort. A side of him that only makes your desire for him flare higher inside of you.

You pull him down, pressing your lips to his own in a quick kiss.

“I am.” You say, “Please… Continue?”

He smiles, soft and loving as he leans down to peck the corner of your mouth. “There’s nothing I want more than that.”

He unbuckles his belt, shrugging off his trousers to reveal his hard length, wrapping his hand around it to give it a few pumps. He takes a pillow on the side of the bed.

“Lift your hips for me.”

He slides the pillow underneath you, gently parting your legs for him and baring your wet core to his hungry eyes. His throat goes dry, a thirst no one but you can quench. And he aligns himself with your entrance.

You swallow back a ball of anxiety, eyes fixated on his cock, apprehension filling your veins as he hangs over you. Yet, you’ve never desired anything as much as you desire him at this moment.

“We can stop anytime, okay?” He says, of course he would have seen through you. Rio always reads you like an open book.

“I know… I’m just- scared it won’t fit…” You admit, shame crawling up your back and spreading a dark shade of heat over your cheeks.

You’re so cute. And Rio’s heart falters in his chest at your poor attempt of hiding your features from him. Because how is it possible to be this adorable and sexy at the same time?

“It’s okay. Just tell me if it hurts, okay? We’ll take it slow.” He reassures, and you nod, giving him the sign he needed to start pushing into you.

Pain slices through you as the tip of his cock pierces through your tight ring of muscles, slowly sliding deeper inside of you. You inhale sharply through your nose, nails digging in his biceps as he leans down to kiss away the tears that gather in your eyes.

He stops midway through, waiting for you to adjust to his size, a low whine falling from your lips as frustration bubbles up inside you.

“You’re doing so well, okay?” He says with a soft smile, gently stroking your cheek with the back of his hand, “We have all the time in the world.”

“I-I think I’m fine now.” You say, “Please continue.”

As promised, he goes slow, sinking himself between your folds inch after inch, your walls stretching for him to accommodate his size. And gods the sight of him disappearing inside of you and of you taking him so well must be the most erotic thing he’s ever seen in his life.

He’d imagined this moment so many times, played it over and over again in his head on lonely nights as he touched himself to the thought of you. But nothing could have ever prepared him for the real thing. For how tight and warm you are around him, and for how good he feels inside of you.

His heart finally complete with bliss.

His dream has become a reality, and for once, reality tastes so much better.

He slips out a few inches before sheathing himself back inside of you, attentive to every shift in your features as he collects you in his arms, embracing you as he bathes in your heat.

“I- Gods- I love seeing you like this.” He grunts in your ear, his voice deep and rough with carnal desire, “You take me so- Ngh- so well. It’s like I was made for you.”

“Ri-Rio! Mmhm- Feels good!” You moan out his name, clinging onto him as warm pleasure dissipates the pain with every roll of his hips against yours, every steady thrust that he angles just right.

And oh, knowing he makes you feel good might be the number one reason he was given a second chance at life. Nothing has ever felt so right than pleasuring you and coaxing moans after moans of his name out of you.

He stops, and his heart almost breaks at the disappointment on your features, at the frustration that reflects in your eyes as you gaze up at him through angel lashes.

“Do you trust me?” He says, “I’m going to need you to lie on your side, okay?”

You nod, doing as he says, a shiver of apprehension running up your spine as he settles behind you and gently lifts one of your legs to position it on top of his own.

“I’ll make you feel really good.” He whispers in your ear, the tip of his cock nudging at your coated folds, your mind too hazy with thoughts of him filling you up once again to process much of his words.

“Please, Rio… Just-Just take me already.”

You hear a faint chuckle, he might have found your eagerness cute.

“Whatever my mistress asks for.” He says against your skin, sheathing himself inside of you yet again, aching emptiness replaced by an overwhelming fullness.

His arm snakes around your waist, hand wandering down your stomach and between your thighs where he lets a finger draw tight circles over your clit. Jolts of electricity flood through your veins as he picks up the pace, hitting your sweetest spot with every thrust.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, a high pitched cry of his name falling from your lips as warmth builds inside of you before crashing over you in tidal waves, your second orgasm even stronger than the first one.

“Cum for me- Ngh- I love those sounds you make just for me.” He grunts, holding tight onto his own restraints as the telltale signs of his orgasm dawn over him. Until he’s tumbling down the hill of his own high, spilling his release inside of you.

You quiver in his embrace, sweet pleasure lingering as he fills you with his warmth. And nothing has ever felt so right.

He smiles, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent, a scent that never fails to drive him crazy. A scent he’s committed to memory long ago as the one he wants to wake up to every morning for the rest of his life.

“I love you, Rio.” You whisper through the haze of exhaustion.

He smiles, the words he’d longed to hear for so long.

“I love you too. You have no idea.”

And tonight, for the first time, the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms, Rio wishing a last time upon the stars for this to not be a dream. For him to wake up in the morning, and for you to still be here, asleep in his embrace.

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spoopy-fish-writes · 11 months

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| I refuse to accept I’m in love

Suitor(s): Clavis and Rio (platonic), unspecified Rhodolite prince

TW: A little ooc tbh (it’s been a while), Clavis is a little shit

Genre: Platonic fic, crack-ish?

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Woah, Spoops still writes? Crazy || You’ve known both Clavis and Rio for years in this + lived in Obsidian. Don’t mind the details, this was supposed to be a series and then I forgot where I was going with it || Everyone is bit occ here, no I can’t fix it, and neither do I want to, this idea has been floating around my head for too long for me to care, I’ll be back to regular in character stuff later || Traps at the bottom autocorrected to naturals and for a second it said that Clavis’ naturals were connected to bells and I almost collapsed laughing

You flopped, face first onto Clavis’ bed (which he only had after you had flopped face first into his couch and bruised your nose), the man in question following after you with an amused smirk adorning his lips that you buried your head deeper into your (they may as well have been yours) pillows to ignore. Rio enters soon after, shutting the door behind the three of you.

“There’s no way my taste is this bad,” you groaned into painfully unused and beautifully soft pillows, the words muffled, and Clavis - the cruel, cruel man that he was finding your pain to be the most amusing thing he had seen all week - laughed.

You lifted your head up to glare at the man before you redirected your gaze to a book on the side table with a huff.

Rio - the dear angel that he was, your only solace and soothing balm to any of your ills - patted you on the shoulder comfortingly and you felt the bed dip as he sat beside you. “Your taste isn’t bad. Just- in need of improvement.”

You couldn’t be mad at him when he was trying (and failing) to make you feel better (even though he thought you had terrible taste and made that clear on several occasions), so you just stared harder at the stack of books on the side desk.

Attempting to distract yourself from the way that the third prince was eyeing you so knowingly, you picked up one of the books discarded on it and ended up sighing in annoyance at the rose on the front cover.

“Sariel’s said that even without clause 99, getting involved with a prince is a terrible idea. Living with you eight is pushing it already-“ you gave Clavis a scathing look that only made his smile stretch wider. “-there’s absolutely no need for to test how far my tolerance goes.”

He hummed thoughtfully, and leaned over to look at the book in your hands. “Tolerance. Right. Because that explains why dear, sweet Belle is looking at a rose and subsequent gesture of romantic intent so longingly.”

“I’m not looking longingly,” you had a half hearted attempt to swat at Clavis with the book in question and Rio swatted him with his hand when you failed to catch him with the book. “It’s not my fault a rose is my timer and I now have very strong feelings about the plant.”

Feelings so strong that a book was decidedly capable to invoke them.

You feel a little bad for taking it out on the book but you needed something. The book is beautifully designed. The cover is a dark red-ish fuchsia and rose a few shades lighter, subtle. The main detail comes from embroidery done in cold thread around the edges of the petals, changing in thickness in some places to add more definition, while a gold border lies about 2cm inside the actual edge of the cover. You’ve seen this book in the library in town before, fairly recently, but until now, you hadn’t had the chance to buy it (not that you want to anymore with the flower reminding you of too many thing that you don’t want to be reminded of).

Clavis sat down at the edge of the bed with a faux-exhausted sigh, swiping the book from your hands and draping himself dramatically while leaning back on one arm while the other held the book. “And those very strong feelings surely have nothing to do with my dear brother.”

“They don’t!”

You throw him one last glare, not honestly angry, and something in his expression shifts. You look away before you can catch what it is, resolutely re-burying your face into his pile of pillows, the room going silent. Rio sighed, withdrawing his hand from your back.

It’s not uncomfortable in the silence - it’s difficult to be uncomfortable with Clavis and Rio when you were familiar with the former from when you used to live in Obsidian and didn’t even know him to be a prince at the time, and have known the latter for just as long - but it’s weighed down by several things gone unsaid. Rio is the worst of the three of you at pretending that he has nothing to say, the dull rap of his fingers against the bed - unnoticeable if not for the complete silence - giving him away.

He’s also the first to give in to the urge to speak, as much as he’s usually the one to keep quite for your own comfort. “I think you’d be better of speaking to him and finding out if knowing you have feelings for him would make him somehow worse, and then me and Clavis can deal with him.”

You wished for a second that your eyes were open so that you could roll them at the entirely indiscreet threat aimed at the object of your conversation.

“Terrible idea.”

Mercifully, Rio doesn’t push and the room is quiet for a moment more.

There’s the sound of shifting fabric and you peek to see Clavis laying down next to you on his back, looking up at the ceiling. His smile is gone, expression indicating the genuine consideration of something, though his lips naturally quirk up at the corners so it still looks like he’s smirking from where you’re looking up at him.

“… What?”

“I haven’t said anything,” Clavis peers at you from the corner of his eye, gold filled with mischief that you’re too familiar with and should now better by now than to ask about, and his smile (smirk) is back.

“Your silence speaks volumes.”

His body shakes with his laughter and you can see each jerky move of his chest. “Look at you, reading me like a book all of a sudden.”

“Funny,” You turn and sit up right, expression still set in an unneeded scowl. “What is it?”

A gloves hand comes to his chin in an over exaggerated thinking pose and he sits there for an unnecessarily long amount of time.

“Oh, come on. Spit it out-” Rio starts.

You don’t know what you expect Clavis to say until you hear a little bell go off in his room, and the prince sits up eagerly.

“Ah- would you look at that! A someone’s fallen into my net!”

“You’ve connected your traps to bells-?” You start to ask but Clavis stands up and you realise that he’s about to leave before the three of you can finish your conversation.

Both yourself and Rio jolt and your hands shoot out to grab Clavis before he can escape through the door. You miss and it’s Rio that catches the fabric of his sleeve, just barely. It’s not enough and the prince dances around your attempts to catch him with an all too pleased laugh. “Sincerest apologies, but I have pressing matters to attend to involving a certain brother of mine!”

Now, you panic, but the door slams shut and you hear the click of the key and both you and Rio stare with varying degrees of horror at the door.

Rio pulls a pin of sorts from his pocket, kneels next to the door, and looks at you, expression serious. “Give me no more than a minute.”

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omkookie · 5 months

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♡ Things Rio has said during sex ♡

“Baby- fuck… oh, one more pleeeeeasee”

“Take it slow… good girl, you're doing so well.”

“Can I cum inside? Pretty please, Please~”

“You're so beautiful. Fuck, no, don't cover your chest! let me see all of you”

“This slutty pussy is so fucking beautiful”

“I'd say you're enjoying this because of how tight your pussy is around my cock”

“My dick is better than his, right? Say I'm right you pretty bitch.”

“Oh fuck…fuck..fuck fuck..noo…I don't wanna cum this fast”

“Baby don't tease me, please just put it in”

“I’m just your dumb little manslut~~ please fuck me”

"mommy, I want you so bad"

"Call me your good boy again...mmh..that gets me going"

"Sorry, I think I broke your headboard."

"What?! Noo! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to curse! I'll be a good boy, please, I promise! let me cum!"

"I'm jealous... Tell me this pussy is all mine~"

"You're so wet for me, Does hearing me beg turn you on this much?"

"No, No, No! Not here!!! Sariel will catch us... Wait, don't stop!"

"I love you so much...mmh.. I love you more than anything and anyone, more than life itself."

"...Babe, your cat just walked in... it's staring at us."

"You look so good in this dress, keep it on."

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ikemenlibrary · 8 months

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Just like before (and if you haven't joined before, here's the information for you!!), once we get everyone’s information organized and sorted, we will be reaching out to everyone individually on October 6 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.

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nightghoul381 · 10 months

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Cruel Summer~ Rio x Reader

Day 4 entry... thanks again @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess! I've really been enjoying this challenge!

Prompt: 4. Sunny Days Pairing: Rio Ortiz x Reader Genre: Angst A/N: I'm sorry Rio :( I needed to mix things up and you ended up drawing the short straw... at least you won't be the only one who has to suffer at my hand... More angst challenge submissions to come.

These summer days had become unbearable. The bright, cheery sun almost mocking him as Rio stared across the garden, lost in thought. As the days had grown longer, your dresses had grown shorter and lighter in an attempt to keep the heat at bay.

Unfortunately for Rio, this meant he was having the sweetest treat dangled tauntingly in front of him, knowing full well he would never get a taste. Your time together had been sparse recently, the princes monopolizing your time, all vying for your attention which you so willingly gave. You were so sweet, so oblivious to their attempts to win your heart, you genuinely thought that their outings and parties were merely a way for you to get to know them better and assist in your selection of the next king.

The sharp pain in his chest seemed to stab a little deeper each time you would tell him about your adventures, brightly smiling as you recounted your day. How he wished that he were the one to put such a lovely smile on your face. Your eyes glistened so beautifully and the joy in your voice was so clear whenever you talked about them, yet any conversation not centered around the princes seemed hollow in comparison.

Of course, you would never know how he felt. Try as he might to tell you, each time he would profess his love, you would brush it off like a friendly joke. Would there ever be a time when you would come to see how truthful he had been this whole time? If you knew, would that even change anything?

Rio pushed himself out into the garden, exposing himself to the cruel sun as he emerged from the shade of the alcove he had taken temporary refuge in. The blistering heat somehow felt right as he wandered through the blooming roses. Perhaps, if he were lucky, he might just melt away and be freed from the torture of losing you to any of the beasts who had so enraptured you.

Sweat began to build along his skin as he continued his aimless journey. He told himself that as long as you were happy, then he would be happy. But the sentiment was nothing more than an empty attempt to ease his mind, to distract him from how infinitely small the pieces of his shattered heart would be if you ever were to tell him you had fallen for someone. It was inevitable. You were such an amazing person, so deserving of finding your true love, but the chances of you finding that happiness with him were near none.

Soon salty tears joined the sweat running down his face. He choked back quiet sobs, sinking down to the ground in a hidden clearing he found. This seclusion was the only way he would allow himself to let his emotions free. He would never wish for you to see him like this. He couldn’t stand the thought of the pity in your eyes. Pity for how foolish he must be to think he ever had a chance to capture your heart.

He would grant himself time to empty himself of tears so that he could once again put on the mask of the happy-go-lucky butler without a care in the world. The mask that allowed him to pretend that it didn’t hurt to see you laughing with them and showed you the smile you expected to see as you shared your day with him that night.

But for now, he would permit himself to grieve over the achingly slow loss of his one true love.

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not-krys · 1 year

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No Time

Rating: General Pairing: Rio Ortiz x Clara Laurent (OC) Summary: Clara is feeling anxious about choosing Rhodolite's next king. Rio comes to her rescue. Notes: Original Character, Fluff, Unrequited Crush, Unrequited Love, not beta read WC: 1,110 Also on ao3!

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"Clara!" Rio called out, turning his head left and right, his heels clicking on the cobblestone path as he ran, out of breath and half-panicked.

"Where could she have gone…?"

He tried one more time to call her name, the heady smell of roses around him not helping to keep his head clear. He needed to find her. *Needed* to find her. He dreaded what could happen if Sariel found her first, or worse, one of the visiting princes. Especially Silvio. He'd scratch the bastard's eyes out for witnessing his Clara being as vulnerable and afraid as she had been lately.

Beauty's Time was on her last petal and Clara had no idea who to pick as the next Rhodolitian King. She'd tried her best, Rio had been there every step of the way for her so he knew how hard she had tried. Yet despite learning all she could about the princes, about politics and etiquette befitting a noble lady, it still wasn't enough. She was still undecided. It was why Rio was so desperate to find her. He wanted to make sure she wasn't worrying herself sick.

"Clara!!" He tried one more, his voice lost amongst the rose garden, carried away on the wind.

He was about to turn around, gather the princes he (mostly) trusted to help look for her, when he looked at the unassuming gazebo, surrounded by rose vines not unlike a fairy tale tower, where a sleeping princess would be laying under a spell, waiting for her prince to come wake her.

He then spotted the hem of an orange skirt on the gazebo floor, little touches of gold-like thread glimmering in the low sunlight. As he ventured closer, he saw delicate brown hands desperately clutching the skirt, the knuckles turned pale with the strength of the grip. He then saw cascading brown hair, flowing over a huddled figure in the corner, the face hidden beneath her white linen sleeves.

"Clara!" Rio was by her side less than a heartbeat, frantically trying to rearrange her hair, finding little pins periodically in her river-like hair. "What happened? Your hair…"

"Leave it be, Rio." She said quietly. "It's fine."

"It absolutely isn't!" Rio continued finger-combing her hair, trying to find as many pins as he could. "Did one of the princes do this? That trickster Clavis with one of his traps? One of those womanizers? That bastard Silv-"

"No one did this." Clara sighed. "I did this… on my own."

"Why? You always liked having your hair up."

"Just… felt like trying something different, is all."

"That's not true." Satisfied he was able to find as many pins as he could, he sectioned her hair into three long strands, weaving them between each other, making a simple braid. "You only let your hair down when you're stressed."

"I'm not stressed."

Rio stopped making his braid halfway, making a point to sit in front of her, putting his hands on her knees.

"Look at me then, Clara."

She shook her head, burying her face further.

"Please, look at me, Clara." Rio softened his tone with a smile. "Talk to me. Talk to your Rio?"

Her fingers tightened in her skirt again, but she eventually let out a soft, shaky breath.

"There's no time left, Rio. I don't know who to choose as the next king and… I'm scared I'm going bring Rhodolite to ruin."

"You're still not looking at me."

"What does it matter if I'm looking at you or not?"

"I can't see your pretty face if you're hiding it."

"Not in the mood, Rio."

"C'mon, Clara." he pulled the white gloves off his hands, putting one on her shoulder, feeling her warmth through her clothes. "I want to see your face."

She shook her head again.

"Are your eyes puffy and red? Is that why you don't want to look at me?"

"…Yes."

Instead of answering her, Rio slid his hand between her arm and leg, finding a hot and damp cheek beneath his fingers, making him frown. He then pulled his hand back and wrapped his arms around her, her startled gasp in his ear.

"You won't mess this up. I promise you won't."

She shuddered beneath him.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I'm your future husband, remember?" Her choked laugh tickled his heart, "it's my job to believe in you and support you even if no one else would."

"Even if I destroy Rhodolite?"

"You won't. Rhodolite has some decent princes looking after her, after all." He rubbed her shoulder with a smile.

"Prince Leon and his faction love the people of Rhodolite and will do everything in their power to protect them. And Prince Chevalier is scary, it's true, but him and his faction refuse to see us bullied by the other nations."

Clara finally lifted her head, looking at Rio for the first time since he found her. He desperately wanted to kiss away her tears, to whisk her away from all of the heartache this was causing her. He settled instead for wiping her cheeks with his thumbs.

"And even if you do manage to destroy Rhodolite, which you won't, know that I'm always going to be on your side. You tried your best and that's all that matters in my eyes."

Her eyes, the rose pink of her home's namesake, were clearing finally, one sniffle escaping her. Rio sighed in relief.

"Beside, a country of just you and me doesn't sound so bad."

That time, Clara really did laugh.

"You would say that."

"You wish is always my command, dearest queen."

She playfully slapped his arm.

"You're being silly again, Rio."

"It's true!" He put a hand to his chest, bowing his head reverently. "Only one person rules over me, and she's right here in front of me."

Clara giggled, holding out her hand.

"I'm no queen, or really any kind of royalty or nobility. But, I'll be just as happy to have you at my side, Rio." Her cheeks warmed. "With my regular self, as we've always had."

Rio took her hand, wanting to kiss it so badly, he quivered. Still, he pressed her knuckles to his forehead, so she wouldn't fully see his face, flushed with a sad smile.

"I would be honored to stay by your side, as your regular self, or any other self you become, for as long as you'll have me." He squeezed her hand. "Hopefully forever."

"Yeah… hopefully forever."

He squeezed her hand again and helped her stand up, dusting off her skirt first then his own clothes, before walking at her side back towards the palace, still holding her hand.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri oc #rio ortiz #clara laurent (oc)#happy get out of route jail day Rio #I give you fluff

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Little Princes' Egg Hunt

This is another story in the Belle as nanny AU. The princes get to celebrate Spring Festival with Belle. Approx. 3000 words.

Continuation from: Belle as Nanny Ask

Belle swallowed nervously. She wasn’t sure if this was breaking protocol or maybe some obscure law. That would be just her luck.

“Why do you think the princes would enjoy something so common as . . . an egg hunt?” Sariel’s steepled fingers pressed against one another hard enough to wrinkle his gloves.

“Ehm? Because it’s fun? We do them every year in town. The grown-ups all hide treats and little colorful eggs all over the city. And kids run around, searching for them. I loved it when I was little!”

Sariel’s left eyebrow twitched and rose. “And you think princes will enjoy such a frivolous waste of time? Because you did?”

“Well, yeah. I do.” Belle was beginning to wish she hadn’t said anything. It was just, realizing the boys never got to do all the fun things commoner children did. Their days were stuffed with tutors and lessons. Celebrations were formal events with stiff, uncomfortable attire and an expectation that the princes would be seen and not heard. She wanted them to have fun for this holiday at least.

“Very well.” Sariel smiled sharply. “But you are responsible for the event. Organizing, follow-through, and clean-up. And if the princes do not enjoy themselves, you will bear responsibility.”

Belle nodded. “Alright. I - I can do that. But, ehm . . . even Chevalier?”

“Even Chevalier.”

The Spring Festival was right around the corner, and Belle had only a few days to prepare. Thankfully, the serving staff were on board. So preparations began in secret to surprise the princes with an egg hunt.

Belle stayed up late painting carefully cleaned eggs while the palace chef worked on creating chocolate bunnies and birds, sugar sculpture flowers, and candied petals. The maids created paper pinwheels and little confetti balls that would burst when thrown.

Strangely, a box showed up in Belle’s room too, with little stuffed toys for each prince. There was no note, but she could tell immediately which prince each little beast was for. A red-eyed grey wolf for Jin, a snow leopard for Chevalier, a fluffy bear for Luke, an arctic fox for Nokto, a golden eagle for Licht, a ringtailed raccoon for Clavis, a honey-colored piglet for Yves, and a retriever for Rio. Whoever left these knew the princes pretty well, she thought.

The day before the festival, Belle was walking the boys through one of the tower rooms to meet with a tutor. Yves stopped at the large window overlooking the capitol. His little face scrunched up in a pout. “It looks like they are getting ready for a party. Why weren’t we invited?”

“Princes do not celebrate with commoners,” Chevalier replied.

Leon smiled. “Hey, maybe they will let us ride through in a carriage or something.”

“Or maybe we can ride our ponies.” It was impossible to miss the sarcastic twist to Nokto’s words, but Yves nodded as if this were a serious possibility.

Clavis tossed a paper ball at Leon. “Not a chance. You’re better off hoping the party comes to us.”

Licht frowned. “Please no. Party shoes pinch!”

Belle ruffled his hair and smiled at the other boys. “I’m afraid we can’t go to the Spring Festival in town, and there’s no big party here at the castle for you. But I’m sure we’ll make tomorrow a wonderful day anyhow.”

Luke burbled happily from his perch on her hip and Rio nodded. “Yes. It’s always a good day with you, Ms. Belle.”

Chev snorted and turned away. “I’m going to my lessons now.”

The other princes filed along behind him looking deflated. Even little Nokto looked sad, despite teasing Yves a moment before.

Belle almost told them about the little party she’d planned, but they only needed to wait a little while longer. And the disappointment now would make their joy tomorrow all the brighter. She was so glad she’d made herself hunt Sariel down to ask for this favor. Seeing the boys celebrate would be worth every cold stare and veiled threat the counselor could throw at her.

None of the boys said a word about the Spring Festival for the rest of the day, but she saw the looks they threw toward the town. Even Chevalier, who pretended not to care, would glance at the distant flags and banners and frown.

After she put the princes to bed, Belle stayed up late making little baskets for each prince, with the sweets the chef made and the pinwheels and the mysterious stuffed animals. Then she set them outside the nursery suite where the boys were sleeping. As she straightened up, a little silver-grey mop of hair poked into the room.

Clavis’ golden eyes lit up as he looked at the baskets and he smiled up at Belle. “I knew it. I knew you were planning something.”

“What are you doing up, you little gremlin? And what do you mean, you knew?” Belle put her stern voice on, but it was hard to maintain in the face of that little grin.

He laughed. “Trade secret?” At her raised eyebrow he shrugged. “I saw dye on your fingers and there’s been way more chocolate and candy in the kitchen than usual.”

“Well aren’t you a smarty.” She bopped his nose. “But you still have to go back to bed. And don’t say a word to your brothers. I want them to be surprised tomorrow.”

Clavis nodded solemnly. Belle didn’t notice the confetti ball he tucked away in his sleeve. She put him back to bed and headed out to the garden to hide the decorated eggs. It wasn’t easy, tucking them away by lantern-light, but she managed to hide them all in places the princes could reach. Then, she hung up her very own Spring Festival banner and draped ribbons over the doors and windows.

Belle collapsed into bed just as the eastern sky began to lighten from night’s navy blue to the gentler tones of dawn. Her sleep was interrupted shortly after by the sounds of happy shrieks from down the hall. The princes were up, she thought, and she was late to her own party.

After a quick shower and a change into festive clothes, Belle hurried to the nursery. The boys were all hovering over their baskets, chattering excitedly. Even Chevalier cracked a slight smile, though it shifted to a frown when he caught her looking.

Rio flung himself at her legs, his stuffed dog toy clutched tight in one hand. “I love you, Ms. Belle!”

Yves looked up from his basket, a dab of cherry cream on his nose. “Thank you Ms. Belle!”

Jin set his grey wolf down and offered her a cheeky smile. “I’m too old for kid toys, but thanks for the goodies anyway.” Despite his words, he quickly went back to the toy with a happy grin.

It filled her heart to see them playing and enjoying themselves like any child would. Nokto was chasing Luke around with a pinwheel in each hand, while his quarry giggled and slobbered his way across the floor. Even Licht was enjoying himself, solemnly examining the feathered details of his eagle.

Then Yves let out a cry of surprise. Belle turned her head to catch a grinning Clavis standing over his brother with bits of confetti still stuck to his fingers. Poor Yves had the colorful stuff in his hair and clothes. He tried to sweep it off but every movement sent clouds of the stuff into the air where it just settled right back on him.

Yves snagged one of his own confetti balls and chucked it at Clavis, but it missed. Instead it landed right in Leon’s face.

“Oh, now it’s on,” Leon grinned, spitting out a bit of paper. He grabbed two of his confetti balls and launched them. One at Chevalier and one at Clavis. Both hit.

Chev grimaced. “You’ll pay for that.”

In the span of a heartbeat, the air between the boys erupted in confetti balls. Splashes of brightly colored bits went everywhere. Even poor little Luke got hit, though he thought it was hilarious.

Rio was surprisingly adept at dodging, while Nokto was really good at ambush attacks. Chevalier was strategic, and Licht, fearless.

As Belle watched them, she realized they were all having such a good time. There were smiles and laughter even when they got splattered with confetti. “I am so glad to see you all liked your baskets. The servants and I wanted to wish you a happy Spring Festival just like the holiday your citizens get to enjoy.” Belle smiled brightly. “Now, after breakfast we’ll go outside to continue the celebration!”

“Egg hunt,” whispered Clavis, loud enough that everyone in the room could hear.

“Tell us something that isn’t obvious, you simpleton.” Chevalier shot him a bored look.

Despite the secret being out, the boys were no less excited. The princes sped through breakfast like it was a race. They inhaled every bite, and leapt up from the table almost at the same time. Well, except for Luke who was still gumming a syrup coated pancake to death.

Belle and the servants got them cleaned up and dressed, then headed to the garden. Nokto was in the lead, already looking around with narrowed eyes. Licht was right behind him, gripping his basket so tightly that his little knuckles were white.

“Alright, my little princes. This is your very first egg hunt. The goal is to find all of the hidden eggs. There are exactly 27 of them. Work together, and if all of them are found you’ll get a very special treat.” She gestured toward the garden.

The boys didn’t need any more encouragement. They ran out across the flagstone path, laughing and shouting. All except for Chevalier, who stood in the doorway wearing a grimace, and little Luke who had given up on walking and was now crawling forward with his basket handle in his mouth.

Yves was peering under the hedge and Jin was on his tiptoes to check the tall planters filled with blooming flowers. Nokto poked behind a garden statue while Licht was climbing trees. Leon sauntered along the garden path as if he expected the eggs to come to him. Rio was standing in the middle of a flower bed, looking around with wide-eyed wonder as if this was his first time in the nursery garden.

Belle turned to Chevalier and gave him a bright smile. “Don’t you want to go hunt some eggs with your brothers?”

“No.”

She crouched down to look him in the eye. Despite the difference in their ages and her supposed position of authority, his expression made her feel like a peasant groveling for a favor. She clung to her cheer as best she could. “Why not, Prince Chevalier?”

“Because you are a fool and they are a pack of simpletons. And I have better things to do.” He pulled a book from his coat and opened it.”

Belle could tell he wasn’t really reading though. He was watching his brothers from the cover of his lowered lashes. She tried another tack. “If you don’t help them, they might not find all the eggs I hid. Then no one will get the special treat.”

He lowered the book and gave her a baleful glare. “Fine.”

“You don’t have to - wait.You said fine?”

Chev sighed.

“Right! Great! And help Luke please. I don’t think he will find any on his own.” Belle gave him a thumbs up.

The little prince frowned, but he helped Luke stand and the two of them walked slowly into the garden.

Rio was the first to find an egg. His high-pitched squeal of delight could probably be heard all the way in town. He found the yellow and white egg tucked in the petals of a yellow and white tulip. He lifted it up above his head shouting, “I got one! Look! I got one!” Then he ran to Belle to show her.

“It’s so pretty. Just like you.” He grinned up at her with a puppy’s adoration.

Belle ruffled his hair. “You’re too sweet, you little beast. Now go and find more. Quick!”

He tucked it into his basket and ran back out to hunt another one.

Leon was the next to find an egg. He noticed it hidden in a nest of bows on the wooden swing. He turned his brilliant smile up a notch as he tucked it into his basket. “Only 25 more to go,” he sang.

Belle laughed as he gave her a thumbs up and went back to hunting. With two eggs found, the other boys became more competitive and more crafty. She expected Jin or Chevalier to find the next egg as they were the older boys, but it was Nokto that managed.

He found the egg she hid in the dried leaves at the base of the tree. Dyed reddish-brown and painted with leaf patterns and delicate veins, it blended in perfectly. Nokto held it up with a big grin. “Ms. Belle! Can I have a special prize for finding this one? It was really hard!”

“All of them are, Prince Nokto. What kind of special prize do you think you earned?” Belle raised an eyebrow.

“A - a kiss?”

Rio turned from the colorful river rocks he was hunting through to give Nokto a glare. “Hey! I found the first one and I didn’t get a kiss from Ms. Belle!”

“We get a kiss if we find an egg?” Jin poked his head through the shaded fronds of a huge fern. “Why didn’t you say so at the beginning?”

“Wanna kiss,” Luke giggled and toppled to the ground to land on his bum.

Belle sighed. “No one gets a kiss for finding an egg. That’s not the special prize.”

“But . . . I wanted one on my cheek right here,” Yves said from the top of the slide. He pointed at his face.

The servants laughed, holding hands over their smiles.

“Alright,” Belle grinned. “Everyone who finds an egg gets one kiss. If you want.”

There was a flurry of activity as the boys set to with even greater vigor. All but Chevalier and Luke. Luke was still sitting and laughing, chewing on his basket handle. Chev, on the other hand, was glancing around with narrowed eyes. Then without any hesitation, he stood on tiptoes and pulled an egg from the top of a lantern-hook. The egg was painted up to look like a bit of crackled glass. He gave Belle a look as he tucked it into his basket and went back to Luke.

Nokto was next, and then Jin.

Belle noticed Chevalier whisper something to Luke. Then the little guy stood up on his chubby little legs, toddled over to a frog statue, and pulled the bright red egg from the froggy’s open mouth. He tucked it carefully in his basket before plopping back onto his bum.

Clavis found one of the hardest to see eggs, a green one hidden away in the center of a rosemary bush. Licht grabbed the one she’d put in a fake bird’s nest in the tree after that.

Yves was getting dejected, the only prince not to have his own egg. “Even baby Luke has one,” he pouted. He sat down on the rope bridge, swinging his legs off the edge. “It isn’t fair. I looked everywh-” His eyes lit up as he realized there was an egg carefully hidden under the edge of the bridge.

Finding the rest of the eggs took time, but at the end, it was Clavis that found the most. He had six in his basket. Nokto was close behind with five. Jin, Luke, and Chevalier had just one egg a piece, and the rest of the princes had three or four each.

They were all chattering excitedly, comparing their eggs to see who had the best one. Belle felt a warm affection in her chest to see how happy their Spring Festival made them. A feeling that turned to ice in her belly at the sound of a dry cough behind her.

“I see the princes are enjoying themselves.” Sariel gave Belle a whip-thin smile.

She nodded.

“Even Prince Chevalier.”

She nodded again. He made her so nervous sometimes she just couldn’t find words.

“Well done. I expect from now on that you will plan something for the princes for every occasion. A fitting reward, don’t you think?” A wicked light flickered in Sariel’s dark eyes.

“Yes,” she squeaked, already worrying about how she would manage to pull something like this off again.

The councilor stepped closer, his breath ghosting over her cheek. “I can’t say I fully approve of your methods for rewarding the young princes. But I cannot deny it was effective.” He pulled an elaborately dyed egg from his pocket. “I’ve found an egg as well, Ms. Belle. Does that prize extend to me?”

She took a step back. “I - I don’t - that is -”

He laughed, a much gentler and warmer sound that Belle expected. “I am only joking. Don’t look so frightened, silly girl.” He put the egg away and turned to leave. “I look forward to your next idea. Don’t disappoint me.”

Belle didn’t have much time to worry. Sariel was barely out the door before she was swarmed by little princes looking for their kiss and special prize. She was giggling as she gave Luke a kiss on the head, and Yves his kiss on the cheek. Rio and Licht opted for kisses on the forehead. But she was surprised when Chevalier presented his ivory cheek for a kiss as well.

Nokto tried to bargain for a second kiss on his other cheek, and Jin tried to kiss her back. Leon was a perfect gentleman as always, but Clavis slipped a beetle down her back when he came for his kiss. Belle managed to catch him mid-drop and let the poor bug fly off.

Then she took them for their special prize. A real, live fluffy bunny on loan from a nearby farmer. Hearing their happy gasps as they rushed forward to pet and play with “Toby the Rabbit” made every late night worth it.

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