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cherryxblossxms · 11 months

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Masturbation May - Day 5b: Edging (Keith Howell)

A/N: Keith was suggested for day 5 and I was very excited to write this! I heavily debated on which alter to write for and decided to try my hand at nice!Keith. I debated on mean!Keith at first but thought I might make him a little too mean. Anyway here we are. Also late posting

Featuring: fem reader || nice!Keith x reader

Warnings: masturbation; some descriptors of reader's body including cleavage and boobs; reader and Keith are NOT dating; dirty thoughts and sexual fantasy about reader with lots of guilt (sorry Keith); accidental edging rather than intentional; orgasm denial; the man is a mess

Word count: 2002

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Keith felt like a monster. Some tiny rational part of him knew that was an exaggeration, that the way he felt right now was just a natural reaction and a normal biological process. However, as much as he tried to rationalize and calm himself down, he couldn't shake the overwhelming guilt that seemed to cascade on him the longer his thoughts lingered.

It had been a particularly warm day in Rhodolite, and when Keith ran into you in the palace, you were wearing a thin blouse with a sweetheart neckline to help beat the heat. The neckline didn't dip particularly deep, but it gave a clear view of the soft curve of your breasts, and it was enough of a change from your usual wear that it brought a momentary blush to Keith's face.

It was a rare day off for you, and you had offered to take Keith out into town to visit a café and enjoy the gorgeous weather. Perhaps any other day, he would have been delighted and had a great time relaxing and conversing with you. However, he instead found his mind distracted, and his gaze wandering to less-than-innocent places.

He always thought you were beautiful, physically and personality wise, and he often caught himself admiring your features. He thought of the shape of your mouth and the sound of your voice as you said his name, or the color of your eyes and the bright intelligence that lay within them. Sometimes he watched your graceful but dexterous fingers as they handled scores of documents with ease, your strength and your capabilities evident in your work. But his thoughts now seemed to dwell in dirtier places, and the more he tried to ignore them, the more they seemed to pop up.

As you two entered a bookstore together, you had accidentally bumped into Keith's body, catching his arm against your chest. It was only a moment, and the two of you had spent the next few minutes exchanging apologies, as was per usual. You both finally settled after finding a compromise, allowing him to purchase just one book for you as repayment for his clumsiness (which you would still argue with him didn't deserve punishment or repayment), and shortly afterwards, you two parted ways.

Keith hurried back to the palace after that, and as he entered his guest room, he couldn't help but immediately cover his face, sinking to the ground in front of his door. Although the touch had been brief, it was long enough for him to feel the cushion of your breasts, warm and pillowy and inviting. He could feel the itch in his hands to reach out and touch, to see if they really were as soft as they seemed from that first impression. He had to wonder, would you like being touched that way? Did you like to be touched that way?

You'd also had the sweetest flustered expression on your face after the accidental bump, likely too aware of what body part he'd brushed up against. Something deep and dark in him wanted to see that expression again, draw it out of you only for him to see. He couldn't even fathom what would have happened if... he was around. Keith was fairly certain his other self wouldn't go too far, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be taken advantage of at all, and was secretly happy that it had been him who was with you.

Keith tried to shake his head free of the thoughts, now, feeling ashamed and dirty, but his mind's imagery kept going back to you regardless. Even worse, he could feel the way his body awakened at these thoughts, heart thumping hard and pumping his blood down south. He found his hand snaking down without thinking, brushing against the tent forming in his pants, and the sudden sensation made him gasp, partly in pleasure and partly in alarm.

He couldn't believe himself, getting hard just from an accidental touch, especially with someone that wasn't even his lover. What if you found out, somehow? You'd find him disgusting, and he'd be lucky if you ever looked his way again, much less spoke to him. He tore his hand away, shutting his eyes closed tight in an effort to calm himself. But alas, all he could think of was you.

After a respite from the outing and the heat, you had planned to have dinner with Keith, Yves, and Licht, and Keith could see that his time was limited to deal with his problem. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to face you, especially if he saw you in the same top you wore earlier. However, the more he thought about taking care of his urges, the dirtier he felt, feeling like a disgrace for pleasuring himself to the thought of you. But he had a feeling the images wouldn't leave his mind until he addressed his true desires. After a long moment of contemplation, he slowly undid his pants, his erection straining against the material until he practically popped out in his freedom. He thanked the gods, then, that his other self wasn't usually aware of what happened when he wasn't presenting; based on what he could infer from his own servants' reactions, he could only imagine the way he'd be taunted, mocked, and ridiculed.

He slipped off one his gloves, pocketing it before it became dirty, and wrapped a hand around his shaft. The feeling was heavenly as he stroked lightly, slowly, his eyes fluttering shut. Something in the back of his mind nagged at him, telling him this was wrong, but he did his best to ignore it, reasoning with himself that his response was natural. He was just attracted to you, of course his body might get a little excited about it from time to time. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable or creep you out, but doing this just this once would be ok, right...?

Keith moved his hand faster, chasing his pleasure. He wanted this over this, wanted to finally calm down so he could face you like normal. He couldn't help but picture you in your shirt again, the way you'd looked out in town with the sun shining around you and highlighting your hair. He remembered the feel of your body touching his at the bookstore, and wanted to feel it again, hold you closer and get a fuller taste of you and your curves.

He fought against the sinful thoughts, not wanting to desecrate your image in his mind, but the lust and guilt were evenly matched. As his orgasm approached its zenith, Keith's mind started playing tricks on him. Right before the peak, he imagined you finding out about what he was doing, making a cry of disgust that shook him out of his fantasy and cut his pleasure off short. He immediately withdrew his hand, his eyes flying open, his heart pounding in his chest, and his orgasm skittered away almost instantly.

Listening around, the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat, no sign of you having approached his door. He looked at the clock again and saw he still had time left and tried to calm his racing heartbeat, fingers trembling with his anxiety. Seemingly against all odds, he was still hard despite the anxiety attack, and he wanted to hit himself for still being so aroused. His cock was twitching, desperate to release after getting so close and hanging heavily from the blood flow. His cockhead was a mess, smeared with his pre, and he just knew his room smelled of his scent.

Maybe a cool bath would calm him down instead, but Keith knew he didn't have the time for that. And if he called off the dinner, he'd make you suspicious and possibly offend the Rhodolitian princes-- not that he thought that's what would really happen, but he was practically panicking now. He leaned his head back against his door, knees trembling and groin aching with need, considering his options.

Finally, he decided to give pleasuring himself another try with what time he had left. He reached his hand down and grasped his base, his hips bucking involuntarily in response, and he couldn't help the low groan that came out. He worked up a moderate rhythm, squeezing rhythmically and twisting his wrist to give himself more pleasure. It wasn't long before he could feel his orgasm make its return, quickly building back up and making his body throb with desire.

He continued palming himself, his hips thrusting of their own volition into his hand, chasing his orgasm once more. If anyone could see him now, they would say he was the very image of sinful, cheeks flushed a bright red, hair mussed, and his golden eyes teary and pupils blown out with lust. Everything in his being ached to release, his mind and his body battling fiercely as to whether he should get to cum or not, that sense of shame still lingering in his mind.

But before Keith could help himself, he envisioned you before him once more, but in a very different manner, your soft hands splayed across his chest, pushing him back against the door, then moving down to rub along his thighs as he fucked his fist. Your voice was talking him towards his orgasm, encouraging him, saying how good he was for you, how you couldn't wait for him to explode. The words were crass, lewder than you'd probably ever say in real life, but it was still tantalizing. It was such a turnaround from his prior imagining, of course it pushed him ever closer to his climax, wondering if you actually sounded like this in bed.

Fantasy-you knelt before him, your blouse slipping off your shoulders, revealing the rounded tops of your breasts. His eyes couldn't decide where to settle, wanting to maintain eye contact with you but flickering back and forth between your tits and your lips that were curved up into a wry smile. Your enticing words continued, telling him how handsome he was, how you wanted to see him cum, that you wanted every drop. And with your words, Keith's vision changed, immediately seeing you with his cum covering your chest and your chin, dripping down depravedly, and his orgasm rose up, wanting to fulfill his desires—

Keith gasped, tearing his hand away from his body, his cock throbbing needily at the denied orgasm, and he willed himself to calm down, taking deep breaths and counting to ten. That last image was the final straw, appalled at himself for imagining you in such a dirty scenario. He knew he should have taken the cold bath; he couldn't believe he let his imagination get away from him like that, and it took everything in his power to imagine something else, anything else at all.

Unfortunately, somehow like you were summoned, a knock resounded on the other side of the door that he was leaning against, and his fear chased away any remainder of his lingering orgasm. He could hear your sweet voice coming from behind, telling him you were fetching him for the dinner party, and he wanted to collapse right then and there at the timing. He scrambled to answer you, cursing the squeak in his voice like he was on the verge of puberty, and rushed to clean himself up.

It was some sort of miracle that his body calmed enough by the time he opened the door, and you were seemingly none the wiser, allowing him to move forward with the dinner plans and act like a normal person once more as the evening continued. But Keith knew he was treading on thin ice. If today's session had taught him anything, it was that he needed to address this issue before it truly went out of hand. He just couldn't help it; he was enamored with you, and knew he needed more, and soon.

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 3 months

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The Fire & The Selkie

In the ocean, especially this far North, warmth can be hard to find and harder to keep. But a spark starts on an island, far into the frigid waters. Will it flicker out, smothered by the winds and the mist? Will it ignite? Or, will it burn everything to ash?

Main character; Keith Howell

Content; Gender-neutral reader (they/them pronouns), maritime and selkie shenanigans

Content Warnings; Swearing, some fear

Word Count; 2.9K

You should have heeded the elders' warnings.

“Red sky in morning, sailor take warning.”

But you couldn’t afford not to go out on the water, and an old rhyme wasn’t about to dissuade you from missing out on earning some money from checking the crab lines and cast nets.

But now, several hours away from the safety of dry land, you found yourself fighting the waves and winds to keep your boat from capsizing. And with no crew, you were burning both from the cold, and exhaustion. You knew that if you survived this storm, you would most likely be sick if not with a cold, but also hypothermia.

It wasn’t the time to imagine the consequences of today if you didn’t live long enough to see tomorrow.

You spat out the salty water from your mouth and braved the storm. This was hardly your first one, but a dread weighed you down. The quiet part of your conscience, a part that was much older, was screaming caution.

Not caution about the storm, but of something else.

Nothing but fishing tales made larger than life. Is what the rational part of your brain argued, but it was unsure.

While there was no such thing as monsters that lay in wait under the waters waiting for a boat to devour, you did know that if you were to capsize, you wouldn’t be coming out of the water alive. The frigid water would sap all warmth from you, and you would slowly sink to the bottom. The only evidence of you being a destroyed boat drifting to some coastline.

You gritted your teeth as a particularly freezing wind blew back the hood of your coat, causing your eyes to sting from the salt in the air. You didn’t even bother trying to fix it, knowing that it would be a fruitless endeavour trying to keep it up — you could use that energy elsewhere.

You gripped onto the wheel tightly, barely being able to feel it, and pressed forward.

Did you know where you were going? Not in the slightest. If you didn’t at least steer into the waves, the only place you would be going was Davy Jones’ locker, where many of your more reckless and overly confident community members had found themselves before.

Some would say you were reckless and overly confident as well, it was always a calculated risk. Even today.

Just today was by far the largest risk you had taken yet, but the potential yield from those traps and lines would be able to not just feed your community but also could prove to change your life from being just an errand runner, to finally running your own boat.

To finally be a captain of a crew, and not being some lackey for the drunkard in town. To be the one making orders yet still treating your crew fairly. To be fully in charge of your own life and not be at the mercy of others.

A flash of lightning struck the horizon, providing a blinding light in the darkness that was the storm. And from that darkness, you could just make out a tall, dark mass that pierced from the ocean.

Please, please, please. You silently begged the sky to send another bolt of light to illuminate the way. Just long enough for you to figure out how to navigate there.

BOOM!

A crash of thunder. Any second now, light would follow.

As if answering your call, lightning danced throughout the sky, just long enough for you to steer the boat to face the island.

Fighting the waves, and screaming back at the howling winds, you were also laughing like a madman, all sense of sensibility — and perhaps sanity — thrown out the window. The time for that was long gone, and you were rapidly running out of both energy and willpower, but also gas. The needle tipping right above zero.

It was a last-ditch effort, and you didn’t slow down as the boat practically crashed into the rocks at shore.

Another boom and flash of lightning seemed to congratulate you on surviving and welcome you to the island. And while you were relieved that by some stroke of luck that you had made it through the storm and made it to some semblance of land, you also knew that this island — a speck in the middle of a frigid sea — was not just a lifeline, but also a death sentence if you couldn’t call for help, or someone didn’t find you.

But fighting the panic that was starting to build in your chest, and threatened to choke your breath, you hauled the boat further up shore to where the waves and the thick mist couldn’t reach, and flipped it to the side, watching water pour out. Once only a few drips trickled out, you flipped it upside down, creating an artificial cave, blocking out the roar of the wind, and the outside world.

After hours of noise, the relative quiet made your ears ring. But you couldn’t relax just yet, knowing that if you fell asleep now, you wouldn’t wake up.

Adjusting the boat — how a dingy piece of metal managed the storm avoided you — you shuffled like some absurd hermit crab to where you could place the damned (or blessed?) piece of metal so you could get some airflow.

To survive, you needed fire, but you also didn’t want smoke inhalation to be the death of you, nor hypothermia.

You poked around in the few storage containers you had on board since they were the only dry things you had on hand. A pot, a steel wool sponge, some batteries, and a threadbare blanket, that was what you were willing to sacrifice.

“Come on,” you whispered, a white cloud escaping from your mouth, “work for me.”

You placed the battery on the steel wool sponge and mentally sighed in relief as you saw it slowly turning red before catching on fire. Gently, you placed the small fire on the blanket, anxiously waiting for it to spread.

Soon, the cold from the hours of exposure was traded for the warmth of a fire. But the burning from the cold was replaced with shivering that shook your whole body.

Knowing that it would take much longer for you to warm up if you kept on the layers of soaking fabric, you gently peeled away the layers until you were just wearing the slightly damp thermal leggings and top.

Scooting closer to the fire you made yourself comfortable, as comfortable as you could knowing that finding help was nearly impossible and sat there, knowing better than to fall asleep.

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Sometime throughout the night, you had drifted to sleep from exhaustion and the comforting warmth of the fire. The cawing of sea birds waking you from a dreamless sleep.

The storm had passed, but it had left its mark.

You had bruises, the aching kind that would definitely be an ugly shade of purple and oh so tender, and now in the weak light of day, you could see large dents on the boat, from where the waves had continuously struck at the haul.

Crawling out from your makeshift shelter, you stretched out, feeling and hearing all sorts of cracks and you groaned at feeling the tension release. Sleeping on cold rocks didn’t do you any favours, but you were thankful that you made it to see today.

But since you could actually see more than an arm's length in front of you, you took the chance to inspect the craggy island, to see if there was anything of use besides the abandoned fishing nets and other man-made debris that had also found its way here.

You walked down the narrow shoreline you had beached yourself on until it slowly opened up to a larger beach. There wasn’t much, a seabird here or there, but what caught your attention was a seal, basking in the weak sunlight.

You had seen seals before, but never for long since they would slide into the water at the first sight of humans. And you stood there, just looking at its content sleeping face.

The seal was cute, just look at them, but you kept on moving, going towards a small cliff by the water that was encrusted with marine plants. While not super appetizing, they would be enough, plus you didn’t feel confident in trying to catch one of the aforementioned seabirds currently. So the algae would be enough for now.

Happy with your collection of assorted marine plants, you started making your way back. You looked back though, hoping to see the seal one more time for an added dose of some much-needed serotonin, but they were gone, the only evidence that they were there was the slide track going towards the water.

Your mouth twitched, nearing a frown, before you shook your head and continued back to camp, not really looking forward to your meal.

It was more or less the same when you got back, but the same feeling that you had while in the storm, to be cautious.

But what danger could be found on some craggy spire in the midst of the sea? As far as you knew, you were the only other person here. But your brain and your body were on high alert.

Ignoring your breakfast of ocean-provided greens, you carefully looked around your camp. All seemed as it was before you left, but upon entering under your boat, you found a large fresh halibut on the rocks, dead.

It couldn’t have washed up to shore, the tide didn’t come up this high. Upon flipping the fish over you found one large puncture mark.

Something had killed this fish and left it in your camp while you were gone for less than three hours. And while one part of you was grateful that you wouldn’t just be dining on seaweed, another part of you felt sick with dread.

You weren’t alone. They knew about you, maybe even have seen you, but you haven’t seen them.

You felt dizzy, and running out of your boat tent, you vomited into a rocky crevice.

“Tch,” you huffed, wiping your mouth. “If you think this is some sort of game you can fuck right off!”

Spinning around you hoped to see someone trying to hide, or to at least hear some sort of sound, but all you found was a seabird sitting comfortably on your boat, and another (or perhaps even the same) seal sitting at the tide line.

They looked at you curiously and turned their head to the side. Like they were surprised by your outburst.

You furrowed your brow, “Maybe I’m just going mad. Swallowed too much seawater.”

Shaking your head, you crept back under your shelter. But there was no denying that the fish was caught by someone and not by yourself. Your stomach gurgled, and putting aside your suspicion, you started a fire and prepared the fish. You might have not caught it, but like hell were you going to let it go to waste.

Soon, the suspicion was replaced for contentment at finally getting some hot food into you. And you looked outside, wondering when you would be getting an answer.

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Keith didn’t have company very often besides the seabirds, so he took to sunbathing when possible, fighting away the cold of the ocean. Warmth was a hard thing to be found.

Sure, that jangly fellow visited every few months, but he hardly counted as good company. Something about him irritated Keith, but he couldn’t put a finger on it, so he just stayed polite, waiting for the man to leave. Their interactions were icey, much like the ocean waters that he knew.

But there was now a new visitor, they crawled out of the raging sea, a fire burning bright in them. Even though they were shrouded by darkness and mist, there was a warmth. Keith could only watch in curiosity as they fought their way out of the water and made a camp.

Fire was a rare and precious thing, not easily made or kept here, the cold and damp forcing it to die out sooner or later. But the new human, who was looking half drowned and half dead, was burning so brightly that Keith could only watch as orange light slowly illuminated the makeshift shelter they had made.

Humans rarely ever brought anything good with them, the litter on the beach being evidence of that, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued. Even while exhausted and barely holding on, they were fighting where some may have just given up.

In a place that was typically cold and isolated, Keith couldn’t help but think that maybe the ocean had finally answered his call for a companion.

So he watched, and took notice of their shivering form. Unlike himself, humans weren’t made for this type of weather. He couldn’t just waltz in though, not wanting to scare them away.

After what felt like hours, the human finally fell asleep, somehow getting comfortable on the rocks even though they would definitely leave bruises on their skin. Keith slowly made his way towards the shelter, and looked curiously in, making sure that there was no chance that they were still awake.

But nope, you were out cold.

Keith slowly took off his seal coat, morphing into a man, and gently placed it on you, knowing that it would warm you up.

A part of him was a tad disappointed that you didn’t turn into a seal like him — you would have made an adorable seal — but he felt his face warm up as you burrowed subconsciously into his coat, curling up into a ball. Warmth in his face? That was new… but not unwarranted.

And he stayed on the other side of the shelter, by the entrance, but still close enough that if you woke up suddenly, he could take his coat and high tail it out of there if need be.

Giving your coat to a human? What am I thinking?

But he also didn’t want you to die. You brought vibrant warmth to the cold landscape. While he knew the fire could bring warmth, he also knew it could burn and destroy, consuming everything in its path.

He also knew that in order for him to be bound to you, like the old wives tales told, you would have to not only take his coat, but also give it back. The tales said nothing about him lending and then taking it back without you knowing–

The rustling of the pebbles moving took him out of his thoughts and he snatched his coat back and made a beeline for the water, quickly throwing it overtop of his self. Once back in the relative safety of the sea, he peered over the waves to see you crawling out of the shelter and stretching out, much like he did when sunbathing.

And then you were making your way down the shore, heading west, towards the haul out beach. Knowing that you were headed somewhat in that direction, Keith made his way there.

Its not so I can see them, no, just trying to warm up is all.

But he usually didn’t get a flutter in his chest from the prospect of sunbathing.

Naturally, he arrived before you did. Judging from his prior trekking experiences with that Silvio fellow, he reckoned that he had at least an hour before you stumbled your way to his haul out site. So, he stretched out, much like you did, however without the aforementioned cracking of every joint of his body.

He had a nice chat with some seabirds that were passing by, and mainly just enjoyed the weak sun that peaked through the clouds.

Then he heard your footsteps, and looked at you.

You looked back, only for a brief moment though, before continuing to the shoreline, picking up seaweed and algae. And even from the distance between the two of you, Keith could hear the gurgle of your stomach.

So, he went back into the water, into the depths, and hunted down a good sized halibut — surely a 5 pound fish would be enough for today? And left it in your shelter as a sort of welcoming/please don’t die gift.

But he wasn’t expecting you to come basically running out of your shelter and hurl into the cliff side.

“If you think this is some sort of game you can fuck right off!” You snapped, and Keith shrunk into the water.

Did you not like the gift? Did you find it offensive? Did he do something wrong?

But your ire, or what he assumed to be ire, cooled down and you went back into your shelter and Keith could smell the distinctive aroma of fish cooking. He usually preferred his meals cold, but he couldn’t help but wonder what hot fish tasted like.

He knew though that he would never have the chance, one human knowing of the existence of selkies was dangerous enough — what with the folk tales that still circled around after centuries — and while you may be intriguing, he couldn’t risk endangering everything just because you piqued his interest.

But he also couldn’t just ignore you.

You were a fire, and he couldn’t let you run rampant on his island because of the slight chance that you would burn everything to the ground.

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Masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikemen prince x reader #ikemen prince au #ikepri #ikepri x reader #ikepri au #keith howell #keith howell x reader #keith howell x gn reader #hi yes i am unwell about selkies and my brain went 'hey what if keith was a selkie?'#yes silvio is mentioned but he'll probably won't make an actual appearance #*goes and hides away under a boat*#watch me kick and scream trying to stay committed to yet another fic (probably not this one since this is an original story line)#hope you enjoy keith kissers

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solomons-poison · 1 year

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Greedy

Keith Howell x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: uhhhh I suddenly had the urge to write a kind of silly little thing for mean!Keith after reading Keith's POV story from the amnesiac AU collection event. Keith's route isn't out in the EN server yet and my knowledge of him is limited to fan translations and what little EN server does have, so sorry if it's really OOC. I also didn't know how to end this RIP

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: bit of spoilers for Keith's character/route??; no pronouns but fem leaning reader, also focused on mean!Keith's POV; slightly suggestive; amnesia AU; just mean!Keith being kind of jealous and a tease :>

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 2039

Keith could be many things, perceived by the public in many different ways, all depending on the alter that was presenting. When nice!Keith was out, he could be considered timid and nice to a fault, often over-apologetic over the simplest things. But he was also incredibly kind, thoughtful, reliable, and sweet. Sometimes he was even considered akin to a knight, the way he seemed so honorable and righteous.

Alternatively, when mean!Keith was out, he was primarily ruthless, intimidating, maybe even a trickster. If something proved to be a threat or he needed something of value, he didn't hesitate to unleash the full inner beast until they were trembling before him, ready to give in. And especially if it was a threat to you, his lover? There were no arguments. He knew he could be manipulative and scheming when he wanted to be, but he argued he was just doing what was necessary, as much as you scolded him about it.

He wasn't even sure where this aggression came from, to be honest with himself. He could only imagine it was related to his missing memory, and for now, that didn't matter to him. It was just second nature, this primal need to protect. He had nice!Keith to worry about, the softie's heart capable of shattering with one wrong move, he thought. Sometimes he even felt the man's heart was already shattered, just this inkling in the back of his mind, but he couldn't recall from what.

The townspeople grew to be wary of him because of these differences, even to the point of nice!Keith leaving scathing notes only for his eyes, begging him, pleading, to stop scaring people. But mean!Keith didn't care about that.

Even if he hadn't regained his missing memories yet, that didn't matter to him right now. What mattered was that he had you to protect, as well. Partly as payback for you coming to his aid that one rainy night, helping him recuperate. But as time went on, he also grew to love you, the way you accepted his different personalities, opening your heart to not just one man, but two different men in the same body.

If he wasn't so pleased about winning you over, he'd maybe feel bad about that. He knew it wasn't easy loving even just one person, let alone two, but you handled it like a champ. And he knew that he was a handful at the best of times. But sometimes your acceptance of him just sparked his playful side and he wanted nothing more than to tease you, push your boundaries and see just how far that love and devotion extended.

Even more than that, he was simply greedy for you.

In the beginning, mean!Keith rarely came out. Nice!Keith was the one you met first, and the one you interacted with the most. His emergence mostly seemed to coincide with daylight hours, so you were often unaware of any change on the rare occasions you did interact with his alter. But as time went on, the switches seemed to happen more often, to the point that mean!Keith could spend almost a whole day with you before losing out. Once that started happening, you were quick to catch on that something wasn't quite right, and he finally opened up to you about the truth. From then on, he seemed to have about equal time with you as nice!Keith.

He hated that the most. Once he became used to your presence and your attention, he found himself seeking it out more and more, and he always wondered about the next time he'd resurface. He would never say it to your face, but he was fascinated by you. At first, he thought you were weak, easy to manipulate, fragile. But he found his gaze always drifting to you, memorizing the way your lips quirked up when you ate something delicious, or the giggle that came from you when you read a particularly funny line in your books. Your presence was simply addicting.

That's why, when he was out, he found himself gravitating towards you and holding onto you as much as possible. His neediness always made you laugh, and tonight was no exception as he slid his arms around your waist while you were reading on your bed, savoring the feel of your soft curves beneath his hands. He didn't even need to say anything, his demeanor spoke volumes about who you were interacting with now. That was just another thing he absolutely loved about you, even though he did think it took the spirit out of the game when he wanted to tease you or make you guess.

"I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon,” you said. You’d startled for a moment, but your brain quickly connected the dots on who you were with, and he felt you melt back into his embrace.

He pressed his lips to the back of your head, taking a breath to just enjoy the scent of your hair– a sweet, floral scent filled his nose, likely freshly washed– before moving your hair to the side to kiss your neck. You couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling.

“Why, you didn’t want to see me?” he teased, making sure to put a pout in his voice. However, as much as he liked to tease you, part of him did wonder, was actually worried about your response, not that he'd ever admit it to you.

Keith could feel you shake your head, trying to twist around in his hold but your efforts were in vain, his strong arms keeping you facing forward instead. “It’s just hard to know when I’ll see you next. But of course, I love seeing you, Keith. I love seeing every part of you.”

Your voice was soft, but he heard every word, and he felt a shock go through his heart.

Honestly, he didn’t know how you did it. The people in town knew how to deal with him now, but many of them that interacted with this side had come to fear him. Even now, despite learning he wasn’t really an immediate threat (for the most part), many of the townspeople were wary and kept their distance of him. But you… Not only had you accepted him into your home despite learning about his existence, you’d even grown to love him too.

At first, he couldn't help but be extra cautious about that. Experience with the other townspeople told him that you were faking, that you really did prefer his nice side. But time and time again, you proved his assumptions wrong, always catching him off guard and assuring him how you truly felt. It was both nerve-wracking and exhilarating.

His sudden silence as he ruminated obviously seemed to bother you, as you suddenly turned in his arms, his hold on you loosened after getting distracted.

"Keith? Is everything ok?" Your soft hands cupped his cheeks, earnest eyes seeking him out.

He could curse the way his heart flipped in his chest every time you said his name.

He did decently well pretending to be unaffected by your sweet voice, most days at least. But it was your eyes. Your eyes were always his biggest weakness, the way they looked into his soul, past all his jokes and teasing, how they managed to see just who you were dealing with that day. He couldn't hide from them.

"Of course. Do I seem bothered to you?" he joked, golden eyes narrowing teasingly. But your lips only tugged down into a worried frown.

He knew that look, it always came before you'd ask him a question that somehow always hit close to home, and as expected, he saw your mouth start to open, already forming your words. And although it was probably childish, he just wanted to have your attention for a little longer, rather than look too closely at the reason he felt this way. He knew his time was limited. So he tugged you into his lap, one arm still wrapped around you, and used his free hand to pull your head forward, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

You stiffened in surprise before relaxing against him, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Somewhere, distantly, you both heard your book slip off the furniture, forgotten about in this moment. This Keith's kisses always left you breathless, and now was no exception, barely giving you a moment to get your bearings before kissing you again. Whatever it was that you'd been thinking, had been tossed to the winds now.

Keith lowered you back down against your bed, his kisses moving from your lips, down your jaw, to the side of your neck. He could almost purr at the way you melted beneath him, compliant and moldable like the softest of clays. Perhaps that's why you fit him so well, because you could simply change form, fill in all his little cracks and crevices and make him whole. And he sought the way he could fill you too, give it all back to you and fill you fit to bursting. His body was already aching for it.

He brought his hands up to the top of your blouse as he continued his rain of kisses, deft fingers undoing the first few buttons before you can blink. But maybe that movement was enough to rouse you from what was happening, as your hand suddenly flew up to cover his mouth, stopping him in his tracks.

Keith pulled back to look at your trembling form, obviously dazed by his intense affections and trying to piece together a sentence. He knew what was coming but gave you a moment to regroup your scattered thoughts, letting your soft hand remain over his mouth.

"I don't know what's going on," you started, a little breathless, "but I can tell something is bothering you. I won't make you tell me if you're uncomfortable, but I hope you know you can always tell me anything."

You gave him a moment to speak. Keith reached up and gently removed your hand from his mouth, leaning forward to press an awkward kiss to your forehead.

"I know. It's nothing for you to worry about."

"Are you sure?" You could see the prior passion in his eyes had died down, replaced with a rare softness.

He grinned at you, quickly leaning forward to steal a kiss from your lips this time. "Yes, I'm sure. Now, will you let me continue?"

He could see in your expression that you weren't convinced, but luckily, you let the subject drop. You were always so patient with him, yet another thing he loved.

Your lips drooped down into a pout, then, looking off to the side of the bed where your book had fallen. "You know, I was in the middle of reading something."

He scoffed at that. "And? Are you telling me you'd rather do that instead? Or do you want me to keep going?" He slipped a single finger between the buttons on your blouse, tugging it gently, suggestively. He didn't miss the flare of desire in your eyes, and leaned forward, lips brushing against your ear to whisper, "If you really insist on reading, maybe we can play a game and see how long you can focus on your little book before you give in."

You couldn't help but shiver at that, his breath on your ear and enticing words sending sparks through your body. Your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling his body close. "Hmmm," you hummed, pretending to consider his offer. "Is that a challenge?"

Keith's lips curled up into a seductive smile, yours responding in kind, and no more words were necessary as you leaned forward to meet in another passionate kiss.

Perhaps one day he'd come clean about his feelings, face them together with you. He knew you'd accept him regardless, show him he had nothing to fear so long as you were by his side. But he was in no rush for now, simply basking in your attention and happy enough to deliver back the very love you've gifted him all along.

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riveranova · 1 year

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Heyy can i please request alter! Keith (ikemen prince) x fem reader smut with fluff?💕

(A/N): Hello, hello! Thank you for your ask and THANK YOU for giving me a reason to write smut for this man. Hope you enjoy!! (Also, I should definetly study for my Anatomy exam tomorrow but rn all I can think about is Alter!Keith being an absolute SLUT for the reader lmao)

I took a lot of inspiration from 'Criminal' by Taemin. It's SO good!

Breaking His Rules - Alter! Keith x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT | minors DNI, orgasm denial, choking, riding, light bondage, strong language, Alter!Keith being a cocky ass and regrets it instantly, MDom to MSub, FDom, Fem! Reader, fluff, it's a little bit bittersweet, dirty talk, lil bit degradation, fluffy aftercare ending

Character: Keith Howell, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.941

Keith was a friendly, maybe a bit shy, man. He was helpful and gentle to all sentient beings who bestowed upon him the same treatment.

But behind his soft eyes there was more than warmth and kindness.

From an early age, Keith's life was beyond traumatizing, leading to him building a wall around himself. A high, stony, cold wall. Nothing and no one should ever get close enough to hurt him again. And so, his alter was born.

Keith believed that this kept him safe from all the unnecessary and time-wasting feelings like love. But he was greatly mistaken.

The moonlight shone softly from outside through the slightly opened curtains. Keith adjusted your sleeping form in his arms and wrinkled his nose. How could he have sunk so low? He should just kick you out of his bed and go to sleep like everyone else in the palace. He didn't have to listen to your feelings, and he didn't have to agree either when you asked him with tired eyes if you could lie down with him because you were too cold to sleep. He could have just let it go. And yet he held you in his arms because the annoying little voice in his head was forcing him to.

Your quiet voice forced him out of his thoughts. "You're looking at me with those weird eyes again..." You sat up in his arms and blinked at him. Keith was about to pull the covers back over you but stopped himself. Why should he?

"No one is forcing you to stay with me. I can look at you however I want and if it bothers you, you're welcome to fucking leave alone'', came his reply. He tried to sound as emotionless as possible. Why was it so difficult all of a sudden?

He looked into your eyes, searching for something - anything - that remotely resembled rejection or fear. So he could belittle you for it. So that you would finally disappear. So that he didn't have to deal with the feelings he had locked away all those years and now no longer understood. But all he saw in your eyes was something he didn't think he needed. Something he had long detested. All he saw was affection, love and...

Your hand found his cheek and he realized with a start that he had no problem with it. He caught himself chasing the warmth of your hand and laughed listlessly as he stared into your eyes. ,,I cannot believe it. You've made a damn lapdog out of me.'' He took your hand from his cheek and pressed it along with his own onto the mattress next to him. You cocked your head and looked at him with confused eyes, "We both know that's not true, don't we?"

Keith caught his breath. Did you notice him acting differently? Why was it making him so nervous?

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away, his brows furrowed. You caught yourself just before the end of the bed and looked up. You were used to this behavior. Keith didn't know how to deal with your feelings and hid behind an arrogant, cold face. But you knew he shared your feelings. He showed it through small acts that went unnoticed by others.

For example, his hand wandering over your head so you wouldn't hit it when you bend down at the table – or when he went into town with you 'because he wanted to go for a walk anyway' and of course not at all to take care of you and to help you carry your groceries. Or right now when he held you in his arms because you were cold and he didn't want you fuck up your sleeping schedule.

You slowly got up and stood in front of his side of the bed. You were lenient with him, but sometimes he just needed a little reminder that you didn't care about his little tantrums. Sometimes he just needed a little more... discipline.

Keith was about to ask what the hell you were doing when you suddenly sat on his chest. Your thighs pushed his arms apart, which you tied to the bedpost with the belt lying on the floor – he had previously carelessly removed it and tossed it there. Keith frowned at you but said nothing. You leaned down and wrapped your hand around his neck, applying light pressure. He continued to look at you silently. It was clear from his eyes that he was aware of the trouble he was in. Under you, in your total control. "You just have to say one word and I'll stop. You know that, right?'' You purred against his lips. The only answer you got was a soft 'fuck off' which made you grin. "I knew you didn't want me to stop. I can see it written all over your face. You hide your feelings and you expect me to accept that? Haha… not quite aware of your place yet, huh?'', you shifted your weight onto his chest a little more and pressed a little harder on his neck, "You're my desperate little lapdog. And I think you're lacking in the behavior department.''

Keith escaped a - most likely unintentionally, whimper and his legs bent slightly. "Ah ah ah'', you released his neck and pushed his legs down, "Stay down".

You slowly looked at Keith lying below you. He was wearing his sleep shirt, which hung half unbuttoned on his chest, and boxer shorts instead of pajama bottoms, which were too warm for him. You slowly began to pull his shirt off and threw it off the bed. Grinning, you stroked his already hard nipples, making him shudder. "Fucking get it on already, don’t sit on your ass teasing me" Keith grumbled, tugging at his restrains. Grinning, you ran your tongue over his naked torso and sucked at his skin over his collarbone. Keith gasped as he could almost feel a dark red bruise forming. You looked at him with an innocent face. ,,Oops, that’ll stay for a bit''

With a quick hand movement his boxer shorts went on the floor next to his shirt. You slowly took his already half hard dick and stroked his tip a little. Keith was visibly trying not to make a sound and glared at you as you stroked his cock up and down painfully slow, your fingertips ever so close to touching him. He pressed his lower body against the bed and turned his head to one side. Grumbling, you grabbed his chin and pulled his face back towards you. ,,You’ll watch me.'', slowly you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it to the small pile of clothes in front of the bed, your pants following right behind. You slowly slid over his cock with your pussy still covered by your panties. Keith bit his lower lip - still confident he wouldn’t give in and stared at your breasts moving slightly in rhythm. Dissatisfied, you pulled his lower lip free from his teeth and gave him a kiss. "You're still holding back. Let go.'' You whispered against his lips and straightened up again. Keith's eyes softened a little, but he remained silent. Sighing, you pulled your panties aside and looked down at him. ,,I'll get you to make noise'', with these words you took him in completely, which elicited a small groan from him. Keith was big - very big. But you didn't mind anymore - it wasn't your first time with him. Keith's mouth fell open and he exhaled heavily. You almost had him.

You slowly began to move, hands heavy on his chest. He breathed heavily in and out, he realized that he couldn't hold back his moans anymore and they spurted out of him like a spitfire. "Fuck, faster m-more...'', his cheeks flushed, and he looked at you with pleading eyes, all his previous resistance forgotten. Grinning, you stroked his chest and rode him faster, one hand wrapped around his neck again as he stifled a groan and thrusted into you from below. His thrusts became increasingly uncoordinated, and you realized he was about to cum. As he got louder and louder, you started to slow down until you suddenly lifted up your hips and his cock slipped out of you. Keith caught his breath and stared at his cock, which was now starting to twitch needily on his stomach. He looked up at you. Your breathing had calmed down again, and you started massaging your breasts – a grin on your face. "You didn't really think I'd give you what you want, did you? After being so cheeky?'' One of your hands wandered down your body to your wet pussy. You slowly rubbed light circles and leaned back so Keith could have a better look while enjoying the show you put on for him. Keith, on the other hand, only grew more impatient. He cursed and growled as he tried to get his cock back into the warmth of your pussy. But he had to watch you helplessly as you made first two and then three fingers disappear inside you, your own orgasm not far away. You groaned and looked at him, tilting your head. "Not so cocky anymore, huh?", you got a growl from him, which quickly turned into a whimper. Keith closed his eyes, only to open them again a few seconds later. "I'm sorry.. p-please..", his voice sounded a lot thinner and shakier than usual. You slowly pulled your fingers out and held them out to Keith. Without hesitating he put them in his mouth and sucked on them greedily. While he was busy sucking, you lifted your hips back over his cock and your pussy folds rubbed along his length. He moaned with your fingers in his mouth and pressed his lower body against yours. You had planned to torment him a little longer, but your own orgasm was not far away and you didn't want to turn this into a punishment for yourself.

It wasn't long before Keith pressed his head against his pillow and came with a loud groan. You weren't far behind him, cumming against the length of his cock. You slowly calmed down and grabbed the belt that restrained Keith's arms. But your hands grabbed nothing. You looked at him with big eyes as you realized that Keith was holding his hands back himself - the belt had slipped behind the bed. You hadn't tied it well enough and he didn’t do anything about it? Your eyes sought Keith's, but he had them closed while slowly breathing in and out. You crawled off him, but his arms immediately shot around your waist to pull you back onto him. "You- you could have just said something, you know?" you grumbled. Keith put his head back on your neck and growled, "Shut up. You're annoying'', he paused briefly and added "not as much as usual tho".

Giggling, you stroked his head and he pulled the covers over you. "I didn't hu- I don't even need to ask, you could have just stopped me yourself if it was too much." You grumbled and Keith grinned slightly. "I could have. Your bondage skills suck.''

You gave him a light slap on the arm, and he exhaled deeply, suddenly a lot less tired than before.

"We can do it again," you pushed yourself free from his grip. Keith glanced out the window and then back at you. "But this time it's my turn." He smirked and shoved you under him.

You both ended up not getting much sleep that night.

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mostmouse · 1 year

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ohoho a new Ikepri writer! pleased to meet you~

i would be so excited if you did something with Sariel or Keith. they’re the most interesting to me and make for such interesting scenarios

sooo what about some fluff? esp Sariel or Alter!Keith learning how to be soft just makes my heart melt. what do you think?

ive never written for either of them, but after reading some of the evetns for Keith, I had to choose him! hes so... very yes. something about him. i finished sariel's romantic route - but he didnt spark intense joy like keith's side stories did, so i chose him!

disclaimer, i haven't read his route since its not in english, so i really hope i didnt just like. blatenly miss his characterization. i love him!

Naturally Rough (~4k words, explicit)

You sat in a sun brightened bay window, reading in the comfortable silence. Life in Jade wasn't necessarily easier than your home, but being betrothed to first prince Keith certainly made it easier to adapt. The prince in question was currently running about the palace doing his regular royal duties. It was harder on him considering he was the only one in line for the throne. It made your heart ache that you couldn't help him like you were able to back home.

Keith was insistent that you not trouble yourself before the two of you were to be wed. The Jadean customs were largely different to the ones you had grown up around. You didn't want to fight with him about it, but made him promise that he would explain everything to you in time. You had every intention of holding him to it as well. But it was cute to see him flitting about like a hummingbird. Every moment you spent together was precious and treasured.

Letting your book close, you watched as the sun finally sunk behind the horizon. Soon it would be time for dinner, and you cheerfully headed towards your and your prince's shared room. The servants would bring something by, and then you'd have a lovely evening and fall asleep together. Or, that was what you were betting on, but as you walked into your room, you saw your beloved already waiting for you, dinner covered in stainless steel dishes.

"Oh! You're already here. Did you finish early today?" Your tone was cheerful, but you could feel a sort of foreboding within you. You couldn't tell by looking at him initially, but it never took long to be able to distinguish which Keith you were dealing with. Your lovely prince smiled, a calm look in his eyes.

"I did. I had asked the cooks to prepare something for us to share as soon as they were able. I wanted to surprise you. Tell me, did it work?" He was moving across the room, pulling a chair out for you at the small intimate table you had, "Please, sit with me."

Your gaze was steady as you calmly took a seat, letting him push your chair in. Before going to his own, he leaned down, and kissed you softly on the head. Hand lingering and brushing your shoulder, he took a seat and lifted the domes on the food. Your mouth watered at the amazing smells, the plating immaculate.

"Wow, look at it! Oh my goodness, it smells divine!" You forgot your train of thought for a moment, lost in the sauce of such a delicious meal. Your eyes met those of your prince who was watching you carefully, something heated pooling in his golden gaze. "Thank you for doing this for me, I'm so grateful to be able to share this with you." No matter which version of Keith was with you, you meant what you said.

Reaching forward and happily munching on dinner, your pleasantly flushed face brought warmth to Keith's heart. He adored watching you, no matter what it was you were doing. He was satisfied to be the one in control, the one who got to spend this time with you. First, he would make sure you were full and happy, and then he would take his time with you.

He was irritated lately at his shy and timid counterpart. Being forced to watch as he barely touched you, how he refused to give you what you so obviously and deeply desired, was starting to wear on his nerves greatly. Tonight he would take his time with you, showing you the love you deserved to have. He would cover you in love bites and bruises, wear you out until you slept like a rock. Then he'll let his weaker self see how you loved to be ravished.

Keeping his thoughts off his face, he calmly ate with you, listening to you prattle on about the newest Jadean book you were reading. He'd have to write down some more titles for a servant to go and collect for him. He hated to admit it, but even he enjoyed it when you read to him at night time, his head in your lap, one hand in his hair and the other turning the pages.

When your voice trailed off, he steadfastly kept his eyes on his plate, eating properly. He knew this would either oust him immediately, or could keep his charade going just a bit longer. However, it seemed lady luck wasn't on his side tonight. "I know it's you." Your voice was amused, and as he finally met your gaze again, he saw you were smiling.

With a smirk, he licked his lips, "What gave it away?" He was sure it could have been a number of things. Not even his personal attendant, who had been with him since his youth, could tell the difference so rapidly - if at all.

"You know I can always tell. Why would I give away my secrets?" You ate contentedly, not a care in the world. He loved that about you. How no matter which version of him he was, you were always so calm and collected. Many in the Jadean court avoided spending time alone with him. Even with his status as first and only prince of Jade, he didn't have many suitors. Yes, multiple noblemen sent their daughters to wed him but not one could stand to meet his eye.

You on the other hand... You met his gaze and rose to every challenge he gave you. No matter how aggressive he was with you, how confused his other half was after the fact. You always faced him head on. In the beginning of your relationship, he quite simply wanted to break you. He knew his kind alter was infatuated with you, but he wasn't about to stand around and let him court a woman who wouldn't be able to handle them both. But with you that wasn't an issue, you stayed curious, figured out many details for yourself, and never shied away completely.

You always came back. When it came down to it, that was the reason both his halves fell in love with you. You stood by him, going with him no matter what direction his psyche was being pulled to, and you welcomed him home with open arms and heart. "Keith... Hey, Keith? Are you alright?" Your voice brought him back to reality, realizing he had been staring at you for an extended duration of time.

Huffing slightly, "Don't call me by his name." You merely smiled, finishing your food and sitting back as he ate as well. His ears were tipped pink as he watched you watch him. He knew you weren't being judgmental, or planning some sort of elaborate scheme. He had asked you once why you were always watching him, were you afraid, were you uncomfortable, were you threatened? But all you had done was laugh. And through your laughter, you had complimented him to heaven and back. Remarking how handsome he was, how wonderful he looked in the sunlight, his face as he worked, his focused gaze as he read.

He didn't think he'd handle it back then, his timid self becoming so overwhelmed that it had been easier than ever to take control. He had teased you a bit mercilessly after that, but nothing he did seemed to sway your opinion. Even after the rough treatment, you had held his head to your flushed chest, stroking his sweaty hair, and whispering every sweet thought you had about him. He had never slept more peacefully and comforted than that night, both halves content and loved.

Finishing his meal, Keith sat back, mirroring your position and matching your dreamy stare with his intense one. "So, what did you have in store for us now? I don't suppose you'd be easily pleased with dinner?" Your words had him smirking. He knew he was the more intense of the two Keiths, and you knew it as well considering how he had thoroughly pounded it into you. Licking his lips, he stood, offering his hand to you in such a regal way, you almost thought it was your kind Keith reaching out for you.

But you knew better than to become lost in your blurred perception of him, his wicked alter was always quick to take advantage of your moment of weakness. And whenever that happened... You always woke up sore, marked up, and a sweet prince at your side apologizing profusely, also worn out.

Tugging you up out of the chair easily, you squealed as he held you to his firm chest. "How about we take a nice bath? You seem like you need to relax." Blinking, you peered up at him. Did you seem tired? You wouldn't pass up a bath, however. It would be the first time you two would share a tub, though.

You tried to hide your grin against his clothes, wiggling in his hold slightly. "I'd love a bath! Will you be a dear and rub my back and everything?" Trying to look up at him with wide eyes, you pleaded with him. You were worried about getting water everywhere if he were to get too frisky, but if your love wanted to get dirty in the tub, you'd be hard pressed to do anything to stop him.

He didn't answer, instead leading you to the en suite. The tub was pleasantly large, big enough to fit the both of you comfortably, as if you didn't want to be directly on top of each other. You couldn't help but giggle as he closed the door, turning the water one and letting it warm up and fill the tub. He turned to you with an unreadable expression. You couldn't tell if he was excited, or energized by your attitude, but he didn't waste a moment in stripping you down.

Keith's more wicked alter wasn't usually one for romance, but he always paid attention to you. It was as if he was leaving your loved up body for his other half to find, as if it were a competition. And you knew this version of him refused to ever lose, no matter what it was or what the stakes were. You moaned happily as his lips finally met yours, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth. His hands found the backs of your thighs and hefted you up on the countertop.

Breaking apart for just a moment, he stripped his top half off, chest exposed. He encouraged you to leave as many marks on him as he did on you, and in the heat of the moment, you could never deny him, leaving your own signs of possession on his body. Kissing you once again, Keith ravaged your mouth, hand slipping between your thighs to tease you. Letting you tilt your head back, he bit and licked your neck as he traced your soft skin. Whining against him, your hand went to grab at his wrist, only for his other to capture yours. In his large calloused hand, you felt small as could be.

Leaving you with a few scattered bites, and not a single touch to your heated slit, he turned around and shut off the water faucet. Coming back to collect you, he set you down in the tub and stepped back. Grinning and winking at you, he let his pants loosen up, slowly sliding down his hips before pooling at his ankles. You watched closely, licking your lips as you settled against the edge of the tub. Next were his boxer briefs, rolling them down his toned legs, shaft released and sitting against his thighs as he let them pool to his ankles as well.

You hummed in delight, eyes raking up his body as you openly leered at him. Your wanton gaze had him smirking as he sauntered to where you sat happily. "Like what you see?" You giggled as you made room for him behind you, nodding at his question before snuggling up against chest as he settled in. "Don't worry, you'll get to have me all to yourself very soon."

His husky words in your ear had you moaning once more. His hands trailed around your body, petting and rubbing softly. A part of you was confused at his soft treatment, usually he would be lifting you up and dropping you down onto his cock by now. Not that you minded the relaxing movements, melting into his chest and sighing contentedly.

You lifted your arms up out of the hot water, looping them around his neck as you leaned back and kissed him once again. This time, you were the one to slip inside his mouth, and surprisingly, he let you. Emboldened by his unusually lax demeanor, you turned in his grip, laying against him so that your bodies were pressed together. Breaking away, you panted in the steam of the bathroom. You were torn on whether to ask or to simply not look a gift horse in the mouth.

However, as Keith let your hands wander his body, ghosting over his shaft, and biting his neck - you couldn't help yourself. "You're being so... tame right now. To what do I owe this pleasure?" You accententuated your question with a smooch, kissing his lips and cheeks and forehead softly. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you nuzzled his nose, "Not that I mind, of course. I'm loving such a domesticated intimacy with you. We never really get to just spend time together, you know?" Your adoring gaze almost made him look away from you.

Never had he imagined someone would look at him like this, knowing who he was and what he was capable of. "Is there something wrong with indulging with you? Surely something like this would have you head over heels in love with me."

You laughed, moving your legs to straddle him beneath the water. "I'm already madly in love with you, both sides of you. You don't have to do anything else to win me over, you know." Your earnest words had his blood running hot, suddenly thankful for the heated water and air so that you wouldn't be able to tell so easily.

"Then you wouldn't mind describing every single thing you love about me, would you? Maybe you can even tell me exactly what you want me to do to you." His words were a challenge, but with how docile and soft he was in your arms, you couldn't bring yourself to feel a crumb of embarrassment like he was expecting you to.

"Don't mind if I do. However, you'll have to forgive me for not being able to do everything I want since we're in the bath." You grabbed his hands as he tried to lift you up and out, laughing excitedly, "Hey! No, we're staying here! I'll save all that for next time," You kissed him softly, licking his lips, "In all the detail you want." He grinned against your mouth, kissing you and pressing his tongue into your mouth.

"I'll hold you to that. And you won't get away until you satisfy me, got that?" He bit your lower lip, eyes lidded and watching you closely. Letting you go, his hands squeezed your thighs before resting on top of them. "So, where do you want to start?"

Your forehead met his as your gaze turned soft and loving. “I want you to make love to me.” He blinked owlishly before grinning, tilting his head and kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Whatever you want.” His lips were across your neck and chest, kissing and biting as you brushed your hands through his hair. Sighing softly as he brought his mouth to your nipple, you arched into him, rubbing your heat against his shaft. “If you’re going to be a tease,” Keith moved to your other nipple, “I’m not going to hold back.”

You laughed softly before moaning, “Won’t you entertain me just this once?” Your hips began a soft rhythm, rubbing against him as you held his face to your chest. Growling against you, his hands squeezed your thighs again and bit you a bit roughly, but he didn’t move to lift you onto him yet.

Whining and wiggling in his grasp, he left a few more harsh bites against your chest, making sure they would stay there. “Keith~” Lifting his head, he pressed his lips to your mouth, tongue pushing in easily.

“Don’t call me that.” His words were husky as he littered you with kisses, hands moving the hold the sides of your thighs. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” Whispering harshly against your mouth, he lifted you up and waited for you to grasp his cock so he could sink into you.

You couldn’t help but giggle, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and the other ghosting over his shaft. You stared into his golden eyes, watching as he became more and more frustrated. “If you keep this up, you’re getting tied to the bed. Your only hope will be him letting you go.” You shuddered at his words, tone hot and heavy and demanding.

Holding him still, you pressed his tip against your heated cunt, sighing as he let you sink down onto him slowly. Basking in the euphoria of him filling you slowly, you let your weight rest on your knees as his hands slid back to hold your ass firmly.

Moaning hotly, you let your head fall back, “So big~” Your words had his nails biting your plump skin, a deep groan resounding from the back of his throat. “Mmmmm, I love when you’re so deep inside me, feels like you were made for me.” You held his gaze, licking your lips and lifting yourself up every so slightly, sinking back down onto him.

Grunting, he held you tight, but didn’t move to control your rhythm. “Ha~ More like you were made for me. What’s it like being entwined with two men? You must, ah- must feel sore constantly.” His words were strained, feeling how tight you were around him with little prep. He knew deep down there was a seed of doubt that would take a long time to go away, terrified that you’d turn and leave because the two of them being within one body would become too much.

However, with every test and trial he threw your way, much to his kinder alter’s fury, you never left. You welcomed them both with open arms and open legs. He groaned as you lifted again, impossibly tight around him. He knew you were adjusting to his size, he wasn’t a small man by any means, large in every way.

Usually he would take you hard and fast. Pound into you until you were sobbing and trying to pull away, but this was something new entirely. He had never been so slow with you, letting you take the lead. His weaker self would always let you lead, if not turning you down sometimes out of panic, but he would never. Well, at least he thought. Here he was, letting you ride him in the bath, arms around his neck and staring into his eyes with such love he thought he might burst into flames.

Soft panting filled his ears as you lifted up just to sink back down onto him. Small waves rose around you both and he knew there would be quite the mess for the servants to clean up once you were done. However, he couldn’t bring himself to care as he began to guide you. Lifting you a little higher and pulling you down a little harder.

He watched as your eyes fluttered, head moving back before curling forward, hot breath panting in his face. Licking his lips, he caught yours in a heated kiss. Tongue exploring your mouth, petting yours, tracing your teeth, and he moved you faster. “Ah! Hahh~ So good, you feel so good!” Your tone was wanton and sultry, spurring him on harder. “Ahh! Yes! Don’t stop! Ahh~!”

The water splashed around the both of you, your cries echoing off the tile walls and surrounding him. “This is what you wanted? Ah- For me to take you, fuck! Hard and fast like this? You’re a little minx, naughty, wanting your prince to fuck you in the bath.” His words were sharp, your cunt squeezing him perfectly as he groaned deeply.

You wrapped your arms around him tighter, pressing your chest to his as you bounced in his lap, watching him closely as you grinned. “Yes! Yes, it's what I want, I love you- ahh! Love you! You’re so perfect, so good for me! Ahh~!” Your words had him blushing, thankful for the heat of the moment and the bathroom, he didn’t want you to know how much you affected him.

His cock throbbed deep inside you, and you couldn’t help but giggle, “Feels so- ah! So good! Don’t stop, please! Fuck!” Your cursing had him grinning, harsh golden eyes never leaving your face as he bit your bottom lip quickly.

“Such a dirty mouth, maybe I should have you suck me off until you learn to be a little more- ah! P-Proper. Can’t have you ruin my reputation as future king, now c-can I?” His words were intense, his climax rapidly approaching. He knew you weren’t close, even with how well he was pounding your sweet little cunt, he knew it wasn’t enough for you.

“Gonna take all my cum, aren’t you? Such a slut, bouncing on my cock and begging me to pump you full.” You moaned at his words, clenching tightly around him. You only hoped once he finished that he’d help you get off as well. It wasn’t unheard of for him to edge you until you were begging for him to make you orgasm, all while being covered in his cum.

“Ahh! Yes- ah! Fill me up, please! Wanna be full of you, want it leaking out, ahh!~” Your head fell back as he lifted you up quickly, just to pull you harshly back down on his shaft. “Keith! Ahh~ please! Please cum for me!”

He flushed at your words, unbothered by you calling him by his name. Panting hard, he kissed you repeatedly, breaking away to pant across your cheeks. “Fuck- Fuck! Take it all, be good and take it.” Bring your hips down, pressed flush against his, he moaned sharply as he blew his load inside your tight cunt.

Listening to you moan loudly, he rocked you forward against him, letting your fluttering cunt squeeze and grip him. Tilting his head back, he basked in the feeling of you around him, your chest pressed to his, and your hands rubbing his shoulders and chest. You hummed contentedly, grinding against him as his hands fell to either side of him in the water.

You leaned forward, kissing his neck before sliding lower to his shoulders, biting and sucking harsh marks against his pale skin. Taking a moment to recover and rest his burning arms, he let you scatter marks all over him, your heat surrounding him completely.

You sang his name to him, “Keith~” Again and again you called out to him, hands massaging him, playing with his nipples, and mouth leaving butterfly kisses everywhere you could reach.

Recovering enough, he leaned back forward, kissing you softly. You hummed pulling away and watching him closely before smiling. “Are you up for another round, my love?” Scoffing, he smirked and squeezed your hips.

“You’ll regret asking me that.” You squealed as he lifted you off of him, sitting you next to him as he reached out and grabbed your soaps. “Might as well clean you up a little before I ruin you.” Smiling contentedly, you let him rub you down, massaging your thighs and kissing the top of your head.

You hoped that his soft treatment would continue to the bedroom, but you certainly wouldn’t be upset if it didn’t. You were in love with every facet of your prince, every side of him, and wouldn’t ever change a single thing about him.

#keith howell x reader #ikepri #keith howell ikepri #keith howell #ikemen prince #can you tell i suck at ending shit

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nightkarmaqueen · 1 year

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SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME SPOILERS ABOUT KEITH ROUTE OR KEITH PAST!! QUICK!! I’M TRYING TO WRITE SOMETHING

#ikemen prince #ikepri #keith howell #cybird #talk with the lady #nkq_twtl #ikemen prince x reader #keith x reader #keith howell x reader

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etheries1015 · 5 months

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"Oh?" Sariel said amusingly to the cold blonde prince, "I figured you two would get along nicely, seein as (y/n) is the author of one of your favorite books." Chevalier paused, eyes widening slightly in shock before going reverting back to normal cold stare.

"Oh!" You chirped up, "you've read my books? which one is your favorite?" You chuckled excitingly, not getting much of a reaction out of the brutal beast.

"I was not aware you were an author," Chev said, looking at you, "Be that is it may; You do not seem to conduct yourself the way you write." You scrunched your nose together and pursed your lips.

"Ouch," You chuckled, "What a backhanded compliment, thank you."

"Huh?" Luke chimed in with a tilted head, "But when looking into your background your name wasn't anywhere linked to any sort of author," He pointed out, a smile of admiration playing on his features. You shrugged before teasingly responding, "Haven't you heard of a pen name?" Raising an impressed eyebrow, Noktos lips curled up in a sly smile. "Oh? You'll have to tell me what it is, so I can read it myself, I would love to see what our precious Belle can do. Do you have a copy with you?"

Clavis roared out in laughter, pulling a very familiar book from behind his back, handing it over to Nokto. Where had he gotten that? Nobody knows, and never will, I suppose.

"I had already known of your writing endeavors!" He boasted, "Yours truly even took a read. Although, I fear your story lacks a very distinct amount of fun..."

Silvio, who was also listening in, decided to take the liberty of snatching the book out of Noktos hand, asking what only any businessman would ask.

"So...how much of a profit have ya made off of your books?" He studied it dubiously in hand, feeling the grooves of the spine and quality of the pages, "You must be pretty well off if it's considered the 'brutal beasts' favorites." With a haughty smile, he naturally threw in, "If I like it enough, I might even invest in it, if you'll make a deal with me, I'll be sure all of Benetoite knows your name, lady." Sighing slightly you gave him a side glance before rolling your eyes.

"I make enough to be content. what matters is that others enjoy my writing, not how much I make off of it." You replied bluntly. Silvio only scoffed before keith also gave his two cents, holding out his hand for Silvio to hand him your book. With a startled look, his eyes lit up in excitement.

"I've read this book! you wrote it? I'm a huge fan of all of your works, the way you write is so mesmerizing it's difficult to put it down! Would you mind uh- ah..." He stopped himself with a blush tainting his cheeks, "I'm sorry! You must not like being bombarded with all of my questions. I-" You interrupted Keith with a hearty chuckle.

"Don't worry Keith, let's have tea and sweets sometime and you can ask me all you want." You threw a side glance at Chevalier, "You're welcome to join as well, Prince Chevalier." He glanced up from his paperwork in hand only for a mere second, enough for you to understand he heard what you had suggested.

"Ah-" Keith started as Gilberts hand snaked from behind and snatched the book out of his hand, flipping the book to it's back to read the synopsis. He looked up at you with his piercing red eye, his smile unwavering as he tucked the hardcover under his arm.

"A noblewoman writing a book in an alias," He hummed, "I believe any other would like their name to be well known, to bring up their family name and increase the likelihood of their popularity," You froze in place and glanced around the room for an awkward moment, trying to think of some excuse to tell the Obsidianite prince. After a moment of silence, he let out a low giggle, turning on his heel and heading out the door.

"I'm only teasing, little rabbit. Thank you for the book, I sincerely hope you do not disappoint. After all, if he (chev) likes it, surely it must have its merits. I will find you when I'm done, I want to join in on your little tea party to discuss my thoughts as well." You sucked in your breath as he left the room, your pursed lips coming apart with a 'pop!'.

"Well," You chuckled nervously, grabbing the drink Silvio had graced you with and lifting it in the air before downing the contents, "Here's to hoping he likes the book!"

#Ikemen prince #Ikepri #Ikemen prince x reader #Ikepri x reader #Clavis lelouch #Ikemen fanfic #Chevalier michel #Silvio ricci #Gilbert von obsidian #Keith Howell #Nokto Klein #Luke randolph #Ikemen prince fanfic

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violettduchess · 3 months

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Hello I hope not to bother for the Winter Flurries

The spin prompts wheel landed on sleep intimacy Can I have it with Keith? 🙏 One of thetwo is fine whoever you are most comfortable with 🤗

I am sending you guys and support for your job I never thought it was so hard 😳 You have my respect Remember to take breaks sometimes to and fuel yourself with your fav snack 😉😘

A/N: Here you are @queengiuliettafirstlady 💜

Keith x Reader

WC: ~680

The Jadean morning light slides eager fingers along the window panes of your bedroom but it is no match for the heavy forest green velvet of your drapery. Not even a sliver of light manages to sneak its way into the darkened haven of the room. If you knew it was so late in the morning, you would feel a deep flush of embarrassment that you were still abed. But the curtains keep you cocooned in darkness and the strong arm wrapped around your middle anchors you to a very warm, very naked body.

You snuggle even closer, burrowing deeper into Keith’s sleep-heavy embrace. His breathing shifts, air drawn in quickly for only a moment before he exhales, remaining in the sea of sleep, under the waves of dreaming.

There is nothing that makes you happier than this, a moment in time where you are both at complete and utter peace. Where there is no worry for the burdens of the day or the regrets of the past. There is only you and the man who is yours to love, your hearts beating in tranquil unison.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel him move, a languid, full-body motion like that of a panther slanting down to stretch its powerful muscles. Keith's long legs extend and he sighs, relishing the feel of the cool silk sheets not warmed by his body. A deep rumble rolls through his chest as he half-groans, half-yawns, pushing away the last lingering cobwebs of sleep.

“Mmm….breakfast,” he murmurs, his voice gravel bedecked in satin.

“What’re you–Oh!” He bites into the curve of your shoulder, a breathlessly unexpected action. His large hand is now splayed possessively against your stomach and you know exactly who has woken up.

Your heart slingshots against your breastbone as you turn within the tight circle of his arms. The room is still bathed in shadow, still holding the daybreak at bay. His eyes look like burnished gold in the dusk of the room.

You slide your hand up between your bodies, cradling his strong jaw in your palm where you can feel, more than see, his smile.

“I think we may have already missed breakfast.” You stroke the smooth skin of his cheek. He turns, with a smile both quick and wild, and bites the tip of your index finger, laughing when you gasp.

“Who says I can’t satisfy my hunger right here, right now?” He ducks his head and demonstrates exactly what he means as his tongue traces a heated path down your neck, following the rapidly increasing rhythm of your pulse.

Oh how easy it would be to stay in bed with him all day…..to allow this man to have his fill of you, to give yourself over to it completely.

Temptation winds itself around you, following the path of his covetous hands, his insatiable mouth.

So very easy……

The sun has given up trying to lure you out of bed, instead concentrating all of its efforts on illuminating the rolling green fields, the proud forests, the smooth gray stone of the castle.

It is already tiring, reading itself to embrace the promise of evening when Keith blinks, momentarily disoriented as he wakes up. How late is it? How long have you been asleep?

You’re curled up against him, one arm thrown across his strong chest, your head a warm, heavy weight on his shoulder. Your hair is tousled, your skin decorated with clusters of pink love bites. They remind him of cherry blossoms floating across still waters. Slowly, he moves his free arm and traces over several of them, his touch tender. He knows that he would never hurt you, that any mark left on your beautiful skin was welcomed.

His large hand moves to brush away several strands of hair that lay across your cheek and his heart feels warm and light, like it could rise up to the heavens and outshine any star pinned to the night sky.

You stir, sliding your leg over his and readjusting your cheek on his shoulder before sinking back down into the lulling ocean of dreams.

Forget time and it’s demanding minutes and hours. Today has been lost to the feel of you wrapped in his arms. The both of you rising in a shower of sparks and then falling together, swathed in peaceful darkness.

He sighs, deeply content and wholly in love, letting his golden eyes flutter closed once again.

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omkookie · 7 months

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[Good boys cum. / Keith Howell]

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut. Some light bondage, riding, oral (F and M), cunnilingus, collaring, begging, unprotected sex. pet names: Good boy. // Fem!Dom

You tighten the soft rope around his wrists, making sure to secure it to the bed so that he can’t break free. Keith looks at you with awe, an embarrassed blush coating his cheeks. He pays close attention to how you tie the rest of the rope, and makes a mental note to learn some knots in the future so that maybe he could tie you up too. His face reddens, an even deeper blush adorning his cheeks as he realizes how perverted that thought was. Just why did he think of tying you up?! That was so inappropriate… Plus, why would you even want or trust someone like him to tie you up…

Your hand brushes against his thigh, startling him out of his thoughts, and making him let out a surprised yelp. “Do you like it?” You asked him, admiring your ropework. Keith looks down at the ropes, admiring the way that you tied them. “Yeah… It looks very well done.” He says, smiling at the end.

“That’s good!” You clasp your hands together, trying to decide what you’ll do now that you’ve tied him. “Hmm…” You ponder, thinking up everything that you can do and weighing out your options.

You decide to tease him for the time being, and run your hands along his body.

Keith sighs, feeling your hand run over his arm before you squeeze his bicep. He looks at you impatiently, wondering when you were really going to start touching him.

You lightly tug on his collar, and he visibly trembles when your hand glides over his abdomen. You leave a chaste kiss on his inner thigh, sucking a small red mark on it. “Please do something.” Keith whines, getting frustrated by how you were touching him so little, avoiding the place where he wanted you to touch him the most.

“Like what?” You asked, playing dumb.

“Like…” His voice trails off unsure, and he gulps anxiously.

“Touch me more.” He demands, “I’m already touching you, aren’t I?” You teased him, enjoying the tormented look on his face as he averted his eyes. “Yeah but…”

“I want you to actually touch me.” He admits, ignoring the shame that was bubbling in his chest, as he was sure that the other Keith would later make fun of him for not being able to say what he wants.

“Like this?” You hum, your hand running over his cock. Keith stiffens, his legs trembling at your touch as you stroked his cock. “Yeah…” he whispers. Your fingers wrap around his cock's base securely, and you stroke it once, leaning down to give it a teasing lick before continuing to pump it.

“Oh, yeah.. like that.” Keith groans, his hips rocking up to grind against your hand. “I didn’t think you could move this much.” You comment, somewhat surprised by the fact that he’s not entirely strapped down to the bed. Though, you didn’t really tie his legs down so that he couldn’t move.

“Oh, Sorry! Was I supposed to be unable to move this much?” Keith asks in a frenzy, “If you want, then I won’t move at all-”

“Ah, No. It’s okay.” You quickly cut him off, not wanting to hear him become nervous. Your hand pumps his cock, and Keith’s head falls back against the pillow blissfully. He moans as you squeeze his cock, his breath hitching in his throat as he feels himself getting closer to climax.

“Ah..” He moans as you pick up the pace, stroking his cock faster and rubbing its head. “Oh, fuck.” He curses under his breath, feeling hot. He was so close to cumming just by your hand alone. He feels embarrassed all over again.

"Ahh…" Keith cries out, tugging on his restraints when you squeeze his balls out of the blue. "Don't do that" He whines, "I'll cum too fast… guys are supposed to last long" The last bit of his sentence makes you chuckle.

Just a few strokes more and his hips are shaking, his cock throbbing in your hand as his groans get louder, and you rub his frenulum. "Don't be shy, Keith." You tell him, watching him writhe under you. "Good boys cum" You whispered in his ear.

You jerk him off faster, deliberately applying more pressure to his cock with some of your strokes until you feel his hips shake, and he thrusts up into your palm, your name spilling from his lips. His cock cums onto your hand and makes a mess out of your fingers, throbbing as Keith's whole body gets hot, making him break into a sweat until he feels the tension in his muscles fade, and his body slowly going pleasantly limp. Keith trembles, trying to get away from your touch as you continue to stroke his sensitive cock through the waves of his climax.

“Ah, fuck..” Keith rasps out, his eyes getting teary. He can't take any more, and the stimulation was too much.

You press a kiss against his lips to shush him, and he moans as your tongue slides past his lips to tangle with his. You suck on his tongue lightly, and Keith feels like he's losing his mind.

You get on top of him, straddling his hips. “It’s really hot though, isn’t it? I can do whatever I want with you since you can’t move~” Your voice rings through the otherwise quiet room smoothly. "Mm… please wait." He begs you, and you oblige. You don't touch his oversensitive cock for the time being. You stroke his chest, admiring how the muscles on there flex when Keith is nervous.

You kiss his neck, leaving some open-mouthed kisses down to his shoulder. Keith's half lidded eyes stare up at the ceiling blankly, his mind still fuzzy because of his release.

“Keith. Do you want to use that pretty mouth of yours to please me?” Running your fingers through his hair you asked him. He makes a confused face before he looks at you, His eyes lighting up at the suggestion as if seemingly realizing what you were on about. “Of course.” He says under his breath, licking his dry lips.

“Good…” You carefully get over him, straddling his face with your thighs pressing flush against his cheeks.

Keith licks your wet pussy, his tongue siding through your folds and parting them before it swirls around and gradually shoves itself into your slit. He gives your clit special attention, sucking, licking and occasionally gently nipping it. Overall, enjoying eating you out as your thighs tremble over his face.

It doesn’t take too long for your thighs to squeeze around his head, and your fingers moving to get you to cum faster. Keith stimulates your clit even through your orgasm, and as your hips rock against his face he moans.

You give Keith's collar a little curious tug after riding out your high on his face, "Is it okay to continue now?" You ask after giving him a break for a few minutes. He nods his head in approval, and you pet his hair, your fingers brushing his messy bangs away from his eyes.

You position Keith’s cock at your pussy before you slide onto it, slowly.

Keith’s eyes look up at you with affection, and he murmurs a quiet “I love you.” When you fully take his cock in. “I love you too.” you rasp out, your fingers gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. You rock your hips against his, making him moan rather loudly, and Keith bites his lip to stifle his moans.

“Don’t hold back, let me hear your voice.” You tell him breathlessly while slamming your hips down against his.

“It’s too embarrassing…” He admits shyly, closing his eyes.

“Keith.” You say his name sternly and stop moving, your fingers tipping his chin up so that he looks into your eyes. Keith stares at you in somewhat of a daze, his hips rocking up to thrust into you because of your pause in movement. “Nuh-uh” You say warningly, “If you try moving then i’ll get off.”

He goes silent, then lets out a quiet sigh, his face burning with embarrassment. “Okay, fine. I won’t hold my voice in so please keep moving.” He pleads.

“Good. Good boy.” You praise him. You start moving your hips again, gently rocking them onto his before you roll them, getting him to hit a deep angle within you.

Keith groans, feeling your pussy squeeze around him. “Please go faster.” He begs.

“Fuck, okay.” You rasped out, your hips slamming against his in a rough manner. He moans your name and tries moving his arms towards you to hold you, but his wrists are tightly bound by ropes.

“Mmm..” he groans, Realizing that his arms can’t move. He feels frustrated that he can’t hold you. He wants to wrap his arms around you and hug you tightly. Heck, he wants to reach up and cup your breasts while you ride him.

“Keith.” You moan his name, your fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. His half lidded eyes squint lustfully at you when he hears his name fall out of your lips.

You continue to ride him, your hips rolling into his and bringing him closer to the edge once again. You reach down to rub your clit, and Keith can’t keep his eyes away from your hand, watching how your fingers rub you and get you off. It was so fucking hot to see.

“Ah~ Keith.” You mewl, your hand reaching to pin down his bound wrists.

“Hah… Please…” He whispers needily, “Please-.”

“Untie me… I want to touch you.” He whines.

“Sorry…” You chuckle, clearly not going to untie him. Keith pouts, his frustration making itself evident by the desperate expression on his face.

You tug on his collar, purposely pulling him up for a kiss by it. Keith sighs into the kiss, and you push him back down on the bed. You slow down, your fingers more focused on getting you off now while you ride him, and he mewls, his hips thrusting up into you from underneath.

“Ke..ith…” you mutter his name along with a few curses and I love you’s as you again reach your high, the knot in your abdomen coming undone and heat finally escaping your body. You feel a sweet numbness as the pressure you felt earlier finally dissipated and you’re left feeling tingly. For the most part, your body goes numb as your pussy spasms around Keith, and he takes in a frustrated breath as he feels the need for more- more stimulation. He wanted to cum again so bad… he was practically ready to beg you for it.

"This is going to be a long night." You murmur, your eyes fixating on Keith's needy face.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince keith #ikepri keith #keith howell #cw;smut🍋#ikemen prince smut #ikemen prince x reader #ikemen prince fanfiction #fem!reader

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articdelilah · 5 months

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Hello! I really loved the Ikemen Prince x Teen!Reader concept. Could you please make a Gilbert, Keith and Silvio version of this? Thank you <3

✮ A Little Trouble ✮

Hi Anon!! Of course I can!! I’m been waiting for a Keith request so Thank you!! Sorry for the wait as I’ve had quite a busy few days and no ideas but I hope you enjoy 💞 I only wrote about kind!Keith🕊️

Foreign Princes

Platonic!Ikemen Princes x Teen!Reader

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(Keith is so sexy oml) At the Goodwill gala, Keith was very confused at the fact such young nobility was attending. He didn’t immediately have any suspicions however.

Nevertheless, he struck conversation with Belle. Asking her how she’s enjoying the gala and where she was from. Both parties enjoyed their conversation, talking about books they enjoy and such.

Belle had asked Keith if he’s interested in the study of plants to which he smiled and said yes. The girl expressed how she always wanted to travel to Jade and learn about plants in their top schools, but simply never had the chance too as she had to stay here to help her family.

Keith only shook his head and told the girl he would teach her everything he knew. And not to give up hope of course!!

Keith decided to stay a couple of days because of Belles interest in plants and herbs, wanting to teach her more about them. They made plans practically everyday, usually spent in the gardens, talking about all types of useful plants.

Keith made it sound all so simple and was a great teacher. He was patient and answered all questioned the girl had (even silly ones) (because my husband is perfect duh)

Another activity that would bring the two closer is doing each other’s hair. Keith braiding Belle’s hair and Belle putting small charms and flowers in his.

Keith found out Belle was well Belle from Silvio and he wasn’t surprised. However he told Silvio he wouldn’t use that information against Rhodolite, after all why would a King’s death be held above their heads? They were grieving (they are totally so sad) and he didn’t want to add to that.

Dill absolutely loves Belle! The bird is always trying to get the girls attention which embarrasses Keith extremely.

Tall trees towered over the greenery of the lush forest. For many days now Keith has been teaching Belle about herbs and flowers therefore she really wanted to repay him. Belle had taken Keith out for a walk in her favourite forest when the girl felt herself suddenly being drawn to a patch of small white flowers. Belle crouched down in front of them, brow raised at the flowers she’s so used to seeing. She never payed them much attention before but the Prince had shown her how important every plant was, even the ones you usually think nothing of. “What are these?” She asked, too busy inspecting the plant to look up at Keith who held a gentle smile on his lips. Her fingers stretched out to hold one of the tiny flowers. Twirling it for a little before she saw grey haired man again in the corner of her eye. He too had crouched beside her, observing the flower with his gentle gaze before giving her an answer. “Feverfews. They are good for-“ “Giving a few fevers?” The girl giggled at her pun and Keith couldn’t help but chuckle along with the horrible thing.

Silvio didn’t want be around snotty chil-Wow this girl knows a lot about trade and economy

Silvio knew Belle was being taught about such things at the castle but he couldn’t help be impressed at how actually knowledgable she was. She knew a lot about Benitoite and how important they were as well as not undermining the importance of Jade and Rhodolite, Silvio liked that.

That was the reason Silvio chose the engage in conversation with the young girl.

Silvio can have anything he wants, but Belle had taught him how true feelings could not be bought with money. She was patient and not pushy, though a bit bratty at times of course.

Silvio and Belle really like picking on each other. Poking fun of one another whatever chance they got, laughing cruelly at the other. Obviously in good fun!

Silvio already had his suspicions on the girl being Belle so when the news broke, he really wasn’t surprised.

Belle was in town with Silvio, sitting inside a small tea shop as the words “I always wanted to visit a Benitoitian beach” blurted out. She hadn’t even realised what she fully said when Silvio asked her to focus on her food.

This does however give him the rich prick an idea; he speaks to Sariel about it. Sariel thought it through, but the diplomacy of the country came first then his moral rights from wrongs so he agreed. He wanted to send Guards but Silvio simply paid them to not follow, and they were kind enough to take the money and shut up.

Belle was shocked at the news of being taken for a trip however she simply thought it was in Rhodolite. The girl didn’t know what was in store for her!

“You get back here girl!” Silvio snapped as the girl started to run away from him. He was lying on the light blue towel, trying to soak in the warm sun when the girl decided to bring a bucket of icy cold ocean water, pouring it on the Prince’s face before quickly retreating. Silvio’s eyes sprung open and her laughter filled the afternoon air. He wasted no time to stand quickly and sprinted right after her. The bright sun smiling down at the two; Belle however didn’t get very far, mainly because of how hot the sand was. She had tried to run to the cool salty water but it was ultimately useless as Silvio had already caught up with her. His large hand covered in rings of pure gold and gems worth millions came down to ruffle her soft hair, his other arm bringing her into a (gentle) chokehold. Silvio wasn’t exactly mad, his face held a pleased grin as the girl laughed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. He couldn’t get it out of his head how he’ll have to travel back to Rhodolite to leave her.

Gilbert already knew Belle was Belle.

Let’s be honest! He has spies all over and the fact that Rhodolite had chosen such a young girl interested him deeply.

He struck conversation right away with his calm smile. It creeps Belle out at first, he IS Gilbert from Obsidian after all.

Gilbert decides to stay in Rhodolite and he started to appear everywhere the girl was. In the kitchens, the library and the gardens!!

Overtime, his smile was Belle’s favourite features about him.

As she grew closer with the Prince, Belle and Gilbert both kind of rubbed onto each other. Belle unconsciously started to speak a little like him.

Late night walks with Gilbert in the gardens aren’t uncommon but Sariel was definitely not happy about it. Sariel knew what Gilbert was capable of doing, Belle did too, so he warned her day and day out.

Belle however was determined to impress and such, so she didn’t listen to Sariel (sorry Sariel). Gilbert was very pleased at this, not like Sariel trying to stop him would ACTUALLY stop him

Belle was practicing her dancing alone in the dead of night. The girl unaware of the beast which lurked within the shadows of the palace. His cane hit the door, letting a thud echo through the empty ballroom

He laughed and offered his hand.

It was cold and dark in the now abandoned ballroom. There were no stars in the sky, the moon hidden behind clouds as if scared of the beast that had sneaked on Belle. Instead of mauling the rabbit, he offered her a dance. He couldn’t just stand as the girl tried to waltz alone. Gilbert’s hands rested on the girl’s, guiding her through each step of the dance. The empty room was large and illuminated by a singular white candle; its flame dancing along with them. It flickered and rocked, trying to match their steps. One glide to another, each motion carefully guided by the black tiger. He talked through each move and even with Gilbert, the dance was still hard. “This is so difficult!” The [H/C] girl sighed defeated. She knew this wasn’t the only dance she had to know, but she was tired and Belle could see the crack of dawn outside the stained panes of the big windows. She always muddled the steps, timing or direction. “The Waltz is the easiest dance of the many you’ll have to learn.” The Prince of Obsidian laughed at Belle’s increased sour expression. Her nose wrinkling simply at the thought of learning another dance. The two spent hours within the cold room, their shoes clinking and echoing bouncing off the walls. Let’s just say Gilbert wasn’t pleased when he had to leave Belle behind.

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