Ikemen Prince - Seasons Of Love Gift Exchange

Ikemen Prince - Seasons of Love Gift Exchange

To all Ikemen Prince Content Creators,

I am pleased to announce that I am hosting my very first Ikemen Series event - if this goes well, there could be more in the future.

Edited to add - I removed the mystery portion of the event and edited this post accordingly. When reblogging or filing out the form, please make sure it is this version. I apologize for any confusion.

What is a Gift Exchange? Those participating in this event agree to create a piece of fanwork (their choice of either fanfiction or fanart) and in exchange, they will receive fanwork (their choice of either fanfiction or fanart).

If you are interested in participating, please read this entire post (as some details have changed from my initial interest post) and then fill out THIS FORM. If you have any questions about this form, please send me a DM or ask.

General Overview and Important Dates

Sign-ups for the event will take place until June 20, 2022. If you are interested in participating, please complete THIS FORM.

You will be notified via Tumblr by July 1, 2022 about the details of your assignment.

You will have from July 1, 2022 to August 30, 2022 to create your gift.

All gifts MUST be posted on August 30, 2022. If you have an issue meeting this deadline, please contact me immediately.

A masterlist of all gifts will be compiled and posted sometime in early September after the event has closed.

Please note that this event is open only to creators 18 years or older.

Rules for Posting Your Gift

Gifts MUST be posted on August 30, 2022 - posting can begin at 12 Midnight EST (I will make a post when you may start posting as we have creators all over the world). If you will be away that day, Tumblr has a schedule setting so you can create your post and schedule it for that day.

Fanfiction must be a minimum of 500 words.

Tag your giftee and @ikemen-prince-gift-exchange in your post and include "#seasons of love gift exchange" in the tags.

There are no requirements regarding banners - you may use one you made or don't use one at all. If you would like a banner, but don't know how to make one, please reach out to me and I can help.

The Fun Stuff

There is a theme for the Exchange - "Summer of Love." When filling out the Google form, please try to incorporate the theme in some way in your requested prompt. Some ideas are sitting in the park on a warm day, a moonlit stroll on a summer evening, sharing ice cream. Creators, if your giftee did not specify a summer theme in their request, please try to incorporate the theme in some way into your work.

While you are encouraged to request Suitor x OC, I cannot promise I can pair you up with someone comfortable writing OCs AND your Suitor.

There is a Tumblr blog for the Exchange - @ikemen-prince-gift-exchange. This blog will contain all posts regarding the Exchange as well as reblog everyone's gifts.

There is a Discord for the participants of the Exchange, but it is optional to join. If you wish to join, here is the LINK.

But Aqua, I want to create something, but I am not ready to participate in the Exchange....

Well, friend, you are in luck, I have a little bonus event - "Summer of Love" where you will have the option of posting a gift to the fandom. This is open to everyone of all ages - participants of the Exchange are welcome to join too. These would include works that are smaller than what is generally required in an exchange - ficlets, drabbles, poems, headcanons, sketches - pretty much anything goes here. All you have to do is state in your post that this is part of the "Summer of Love" event, tag @ikemen-prince-gift-exchange and in the tags include #summer of love. These items would be posted anywhere from August 30, 2022 to September 6, 2022.

As always, my ask box and DMs are open to any and all questions.

Happy creating!

I wonder who my favorite ikepri character is

Blood and bright colors (+ full doodle page) under cut

I have a request:

Suitor: Gilbert

From your prompt list: ♡ for one muse to kiss the other with a knife to their throat

THANK YOU, I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH!

A/N: Thank you anon for the request! I was really intrigued and enjoyed working on this 💜

TW: knives, reader is momentarily held by force

Word count: 1595 (I can't help it. He just demands words)

The halls of Himmelsgard are labyrinthian. You wander barefoot over the cold stone floor, trying to make sense of where you are, but it feels as lost a cause as counting grains of sand on a beach or teardrops by a gravesite.

The wall sconces cast their pale orange light on dark gray walls, leaving you enough to find your way even as they birth shadows which seem to follow you. Are they there to guide you to where you have to go or are they stalking you, herding you toward some unknown beast crouching in its lair?

The chill caresses your skin through your nightclothes. Soft, filmy material is a fine choice when you are in a warm bed, but it is hardly any protection against the cold fingers of night. A robe would have been smart, but you had fled your room in a hurry.

As envoy from King Chevalier, you had been sent to Obsidian as a gesture of alliance, a way for the newly-chosen king to make sure that your choice as Belle was accepted by Obsidian, Rhodolite’s most uneasy ally. Along with gifts of wine and food, carefully chosen by you and Yves, you carried a letter, signed in the king’s elegant hand, declaring you under his direct protection. It was a formal, official way of keeping you safe while you were here. And you had lost it. Specifically you had misplaced the reticule it was safely tucked inside of.

Maybe it was in the library where you had stopped for a moment on the brief tour of the palace. Or had you left it in the great dining hall, when you were awestruck by its enormous black, wrought-iron chandelier dripping with thousands of teardrop crystals. You aren’t sure. What you do remember with a clarity as bright as those crystals is the hard look in King Chevalier’s blue, blue eyes as he handed it to you with the warning not to lose it.

This brings you to the present and why you are wandering the halls of Gilbert von Obsidian’s palace at an hour far too late, far too full of half-seen things that live in the periphery of your vision. You breathe in, trying to shake the apprehension that stalks you in the dark. 

In front of you is a set of double doors, the tiger-and-gun sigil of Obsidian branded into the wood. This looks familiar. Your heart pushes itself up slowly off the floor of your chest, hope returning. Yes, you remember this door. You are certain. Reaching down, you pause only for a moment with your hand on the curved, golden handle and then step inside.

The room is heavy with darkness. The only light at all are the pale, silvery beams of moonlight shining through the large rose window. You wait a moment, giving your eyes time to adjust. This isn’t the dining room or the library. It is a study of some kind. Bookshelves full of heavy gold-embossed tomes. An austere table in the middle of the room with parchments spread across it. Maps? Missives? Even the heavy, ebony wood desk is covered: scrolls still tied with black, silk ribbons, several elegant black-feathered quills, a gold and glass inkwell. A chamberstick fashioned to look like a leaping tiger, the wick of its candle still smoking.

Wait….still smoking…

It happens as if he has been reading your mind this entire time. One moment you are standing in the entrance to the room, the next you are pressed with your back against the now-closed door, a strong arm across the top of your sternum, a blade mere centimeters from your throat, a face like a beautiful nightmare filling your vision. 

Shock freezes you, the blood in your veins turning glacial. Your lungs are held prisoner by fear, only capable of short, uneven breaths. You can hear the thundering of your heart in your ears and you wonder if he can feel it where his arm touches your skin. A tiny prisoner, rattling its cage. Screaming.

“Why are you in here?” Gilbert’s voice is low, calm, the steady sound of an ocean rocking on a still, summer night. An ocean that holds a hidden world of serrated teeth, crushing tentacles, maws that swallow you whole.

He fills your senses. Your sight is his raven hair, his ivory skin, his wine-colored eye, narrowed with suspicion. Your hearing is his voice, liquid electricity pouring into your ears. Your smell is his scent, the air before rainfall, the cool as day lays back and submits to night. You feel the softness of his sleeve against your skin even as it holds you in place. You taste fear, something bitter and burning.

“I will only repeat myself once. Why are you in here?” His breathing is steady. He isn't afraid. He isn’t nervous. Shock slowly melts away as the fires of indignation and outrage flare up inside you at his placidity. How dare he?

“Remove your arm.” You try to sound forceful, but your voice comes out thinner than you would like, tin instead of steel.

His dark brow raises slightly as something flashes in his eye, like the play of light through leaves.

“You are aware, Häschen, that I am the one with the dagger.” But the pressure on your chest lessens.

“Remove your arm….bitte.” If words could bite, that last one would have sunk its sharp teeth into his hand.

Perhaps it's hearing please in his own tongue. Or the courage you have mustered. He drops his arm from your chest….only to place his hand on the wall by your head, the other still holding the dagger to your throat. At least now you can breathe, even if every exhale shakes.

“My question.” He shifts, a step closer. He radiates control, every movement, no matter how slight, a conscious decision.

“I was lost.” You keep your gaze on his eye. If you look there, if you allow the sanguine color to hold you in place, you won’t think so much about the danger so close to your throat.

He breathes out, his breath carrying the faint scene of the herbal liquor that Obsidian is famous for. Cinnamon bark. Cloves. Licorice. Ginger. You swallow. When you had arrived at the palace, he had taken your hand in his. An unexpected spark had rushed through you when he then raised your hand to his lips in the coolest of kisses, a tendril of night across your skin, and welcomed you to Obsidian. That same heat now rears its head, joining fear and anger in the roiling of your stomach.

“He sent you to spy, didn’t he?” His voice is suddenly as sharp as his blade, honed by years of anger and hatred. You immediately know who he means.

“King Chevalier did not send me to spy.” Despite your uneven breathing, you speak calmly, your chin tilting upwards in a small gesture of disdain at the very idea.

Gilbert shifts again and you can now feel the kiss of the blade at your throat. His eye gleams with intelligence, with something bordering on primal. It is almost jarring within the elegant setting of his study. He holds your gaze, silence stretching between you, growing heavier the longer it goes on. 

“I can taste if you’re lying.” 

His words are drawn out slowly, measured and weighted. They wrap themselves around your throat, as dangerous as the dagger in his hand. They press the air from your lungs. They are oil to the fire inside you. Fear is blackened and shriveled, burned to a crisp by the white hot blaze of sudden craving.

You blame it on the hour, on the knife at your throat, on the scent of him, the sight of his face, lust etched into its perfect lines. You blame the words that come out of your mouth next on a desire that vanquishes you.

“Go ahead and see.”

He needs no other prompting. Knife still at your throat, he leans forward and his mouth is on yours. It is instantly demanding, hungry. He kisses with the intent to ravage. He makes good on his promise to taste you, over and over, swallowing every gasp that tries to escape.

“You are a spy,” he growls against your lips.

“No,” you exhale and he covers your mouth again, drinking the words like fine wine. Your hands desperately curl into the rich material of his clothes. You should push him away but you can’t. You can’t. You are holding on, limbs brittle with longing.

“You are his.” His mouth is by your ear, words molten.

“No.” Again he devours you, your tongue and lips his feast. The blade at your throat begins to waver in his now unsteady hand.

“You want me.” His lips are still on yours when he whispers, his voice crushed velvet and rough sand.

“No….” The word, a weak and wanton thing, escapes you on a sigh of pleasure as he bites into your bottom lip.

He plunders your mouth again, the hand with the knife having now fallen to his side. You are burning, aflame from the inside. Everything, every lick of fear and anger and hesitation has burned to ashes at his touch and only want rises, a phoenix blinding you both to anything but each other.

“Your first lie, Häschen,” he rasps against you. 

The knife falls from loose fingers to the hardwood floor, forgotten. His hands grip your hips, pull you against him, ravenous.

“Heute Nacht gehörst du mir.” 

Tonight, you belong to me.

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Can I request smut prompt 17 and 30 (if you don't take two then only 17 will be okay) with nokto, and congratulations on 200. I hope you get more in the future, your works are so good thank you

Thank you for all your support ^-^ I hope you enjoy 💙

Teasing on Top

Fandom: IkePri

Prompt: “Get on top. Now.” & “Just shut up and fuck me.”

Pairing: Nokto x GN!Reader

Type: Smut

Warning: reader on top, blowjobs, markings, orgasms,

Wc:436

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A soft sigh escapes your lips as you stretch in the morning sun. Resting your head in your arms, you stretch your lower muscles, hissing as the sore muscles stretch out. Opening one eye, you see the Prince next to you. Noticing a considerable difference in marking, you slyly decide to add a few of your own. Pressing a kiss to your lovers cheek, you continue kissing down his neck and to his collarbone. Pressing marks along his collarbone and just below his collar, you feel his hands tightening on your waist.

"Good morning" the Prince purrs, his hands massaging the bruises from last night. The memories flood your brain and your hand trails down to Nokto's length, feeling it harden under your touch.

"What naughty thoughts did you wake up with?" Nokto purrs, stifling a moan when your hand strokes his length, your thumb rubbing over the tip. Opening your eyes,you finally pull away from Nokto's chest, meeting his crimson gaze already clouding over in lust. Feeling cheeky, you lower your head and run your tongue along his cock. Hands shoot into your hair and tug, a low groan emitting from above you.

You slowly take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. Taking your time with him, you tease Nokto as much as you can, having trouble keeping your smirk off your face. Finally Nokto pulls you off his length with an impatient growl.

"Get on top. Now" his eyes hold the same predatory light as the night before and you comply immediately. Straddling his hips you bring your head down near his.

"Impatient my Prince?" You purr in his ear and Nokto just glares at you. Rocking against his hips, you brush his cock along your entrance, but the Prince swears. As you whisper more dirty promises in his ear, he turns to you with a glare.

"Just shut up and fuck me"

"As you wish" Finally lowering yourself on his length, moans escape both of you. The stretch eases the soreness from last night, and you press both your hands on the Prince's chest. He watches you with half lidded eyes, his hands on your hips helping you guide.

"Nokto" the soft cry falls from your lips and he responds, whispering your name as you pick up speed, you feel the coil tighten tighter and tighter. It isn't long before both of your orgasms takes over and you collapse next to him on the bed.

His arms wrap around you as his chest presses against your back. Burying his face in your neck a sigh falls from him.

"Five more minutes"

@violettduchess I don't remember if I read that before, but please tag me if you want omghdhdb😭

Gilbert Von Obsidian ー 金繕い (Golden repair)

Hi! Last request from me! Here it is!

Nokto X MC with smut prompt #19!

I hope you'll have fun writing this one! Here are some snacks to keep you energised!🥧🍩🍪🥞🍰

Thank you for your patience darling ❤️❤️❤️ Here you go!

Chasing Raindrops - Nokto x GNReader

Fandom: IkePri

Prompt: “Your body is for my eyes only.” “Jealous much?”

Pairing: Nokto x GN!Reader

Type: Smut

Warning: gn smut, marking, jealous sex, nipple play, kissing

WC : 407

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You let out a heavy sigh as you finally enter the castle, completely drenched from the rain. Slowly making your way to your room. A thick jacket is wrapped around your shoulders as you are guided down a different hall.

“Nokto?” Looking up at the man next to you, your breath hitches at the glint in his eyes, the way his jaw is clenched in displeasure. The Prince ignores you, instead leading you to his room, his hand warming your back. Wrapping his jacket tighter around your shoulders you follow his lead, only stopping when you are in his room. Shutting the door behind you, you wait for the prince to speak, finally he does, turning to you.

“Your body is for my eyes only,” crimson eyes narrow on yours, as he steadily approaches you. Backing up, your back hits the door as his fingers explore your hips.

“Jealous much” You tilt your head to study him, shivering when rain falls from your hair to trail down your cheek.

“I don’t like people looking at what’s mine” his voice dips low, a dangerous glint catches his eyes and you feel entranced. His eyes lower to your top, the soaked cloth revealing much more than you would have liked. His fingers trail up from your hips to button your top, opening it to reveal damp skin.

“Nokto-” The soft moan falls from your lips as he licks away a raindrop. The contrast of his warm breath on your chilled skin has you shuddering and gripping his collar tighter. Shutting your eyes, you feel the heat pooling in your core as his tongue chases the raindrops on your skin, slowly sliding down your body. Your hands find his clothes, as you work to get them off his body. As more of the prince’s pale skin is revealed, your lips find his collarbone. Deciding to make a few marks of your own. Arms wrap around your waist as Nokto finally stands upright, spinning you around to face the wall. A trail of marks is left along your shoulders and collarbone.

“Mine” Low, and raspy, Nokto’s voice holds no room for argument as his fingers trail your entrance. Your eyes shut as your head falls forward against the door. Pleasure courses through your body, the Prince behind you is the only thing on your mind.

“Only yours” is the last sentence your brain can piece together before you descend into pleasure.