Prompt: “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”
WC: 858
Requested by: Anonymous
Written by:@Chayaangel767
I hum happily as I pull the dry dishcloths from the clotheslines, happy that Ray and Sirius were sweet enough to lower the clotheslines slightly so my tiny frame can reach them. I carefully pull and fold the dishtowels and dishcloths from the line. The warm late afternoon sun beat down on me and I know that I can’t spend too much longer outside in the heat without everyone being up in arms. Sure enough, it doesn’t take long for me to hear footsteps behind me.
“Good afternoon Little Lady, need any help?” I turn my head at the deep baritone and smile at the Queen of Spades who is walking by with his watering can.
“ Hey, Sirius, which plants are you watering today?” I ask him as I pull the last of the dishcloths from the line, folding it and adding it to my pile.
“ The sunflowers and Azaleas near Chutneys pen,” Sirius answers me and I nod.
“ Need any help?” I offer him as I lift the basket to my waist and he shakes his head.
“ You should go in Little Lady, and take a rest, it’s hot out. Make sure you drink lots of water.” He warns me as he walks it home back towards the door.
“ I’m pregnant Sirius, I’m not sick. A little bit of time outside isn’t going to kill me.” I snort at the older man and I see him look down at me.
“ No but you get tired easily and I don’t want you overworking yourself. I think I saw Luka making popsicles earlier, you should go see if they are ready.” Sirius gives me a wave as he heads over to the sunflowers and I shake my head before heading inside to the kitchen. There is no Luka in the kitchen and I frown slightly, he was usually making dinner by now. I shrug and start putting away the dishcloths and wash the dishes left in the sink. I gently rub my stomach, feeling my back start to ache. I rested against the counter and noticed Luka left his notebook open to a page, it was what was for dinner tonight. I check it and feel myself start to get excited, it’s chicken alfredo tonight with a white alfredo sauce. There is also a salad planned and fruit salad with whipped topping for dessert.
I squeal softly and I start humming to myself, pulling out some of the ingredients we would need for the alfredo and start making the sauce trying to ignore the pain in my back and the slight exhaustion. I am tidying up one of the counters when I hear footsteps and arms wrap around me taking the cloth from my hand.
“Hey Luka,” I greeted my fiancé, kissing him on the cheek. I rest my head against his chest and breath deep.
“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen,” Luka tells me before keeping his arms around me he leads me away from the kitchen counter and over to the office which is thankfully empty.
“I love you too, but I’m fine. I want to help with dinner” I huff a little and try to escape from Luka’s grasp, but he keeps his arms firmly around me.
“Sirius came to me and told me you were working too hard and you need to rest. “ Luka scolds me and I pout a little, starting to protest. Luka kisses me and shakes his head, blocking the way back to the kitchen.
“Luka I feel fine, all I’ve done today is the laundry and dishes, a little more work isn’t going to kill me. Let me help please,” I try to talk him into letting me help but Luka stays firm. I sigh, feeling the exhaustion start to kick in and sink into the sofa he leads me to.
“You guys know I won’t break if I work a little right?” I still argue, first Sirius won’t let me help him the garden and now Luka won’t let me cook. I cross my arm and look angrily down. Luka sits on the couch next to me, cupping my cheek.
“ Remember when we first met and you kept working way too hard?” Luka asks softly, holding my gaze with concerned amber eyes.
“ Yeah?” I tilt my head in confusion and Luka drops his hand down to my stomach, gently rubbing it.
“ Right now you are working yourself hard, you have one job right now and that’s tending to our little one, everything else isn’t important, let us take care of you. It’s only a few more weeks Darling.” I sigh and lean against him, letting him have better access to my stomach and enjoying the feeling of him rubbing it. I the baby kick a little and smile up at Luka happily.
“See even our baby agrees that you need more rest” He presses a kiss to my head and I roll my eyes still enjoying the little massage.
“ Alright, I’ll stay out of the kitchen until I have our baby,” I promise, nuzzling his cheek and kissing him before falling fast asleep.
Fenrir’s best friend was kidnapped nine years ago. Desperately clinging to the vain hope that Ray is still alive, Fenrir climbs to the top of the Black Army in order to have access to Cradle’s deepest secrets… and to hold the position for the rightful King.
Disclaimer:Ikemen Revolution’s plot, characters, and contents belong to Cybird/Ikemen Series. This is a work of fanfiction that utilizes elements from this game in order to tell an alternate story. Thank you!
Chapter Word Count: 2,093 Words
The school was in chaos.
Something terrible had happened. Fenrir felt unease rippling under his skin. Students and teachers ran away from the building before him, their faces pale with terror.
“Hey!” Fenrir grabbed a student by the shoulders, stopping them in their tracks. “What’s going on?”
“Fenrir! Some people are attacking the school – they have magic, and they’re going after the students—"
“Thanks.” Fenrir started towards the building once more, but the student held fast to his arm. “Hey! Let go!”
“Didn’t you hear me?! You should be running away,Fenrir!”
“No! Not ‘til I find Ray!” Shaking off his classmate, Fenrir bolted. He did not slow even as his legs burned from the intense sprint. The thinning crowd went unnoticed as his surroundings faded into a blur. He focused solely on one task: finding Ray.
You better be safe, you idiot! Taking a sharp turn around a corner, he followed the sounds of shouting and screaming. Fenrir recognized Ray’s voice, relief coursing through his veins. As he got closer, he heard him cry out.
“Stop hurting them! Get away!” When Fenrir heard those words, he ignored the crushing burn in his lungs while picking up the pace. He neededto be at Ray’s side, in order to protect him and everyone else.
A very thrilling passion project!! Very suspenseful and in the making for a long time. It has really sparked my curiosity when it was beginning and now that is here…. well let’s see where it takes us
Author:@rokutouxei Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Character(s): Ray Blackwell / Female MC Rating: E
Warnings: aphrodisiacs, cockwarming, implied oral sex, implied fingering, vaginal sex, dirty talk, begging, creampie, Black Army Officers Being Idiots And Messing With Each Other In Harmless But Horny Fun, sirius & mc being good friends
Prompt: “You enjoy what I do to you.” Summary: Sometimes, you decide to take a little vacation back to the Land of Reason. It’s not much, and you never really spend more than a month there, just enough to come in and out, but even a month sometimes is too much for Ray…
“Alice? Sweetie, are you alright?”
You jolt from where you’ve just been intently staring at the pea on your plate to turn slowly to Seth across the table. For a moment, you’d completely forgotten you were still at the dining table with the rest of the Black Army leaders. You grin, a little half-heartedly, but it’s all acting on your part.
“Yeah. Just a little tired, sorry.”
Sirius doesn’t seem to buy it. “You’re not usually this tired when you cross.”
Ah, why must Sirius be so observant? You’ve been in Cradle for years but you’ve only crossed a total of four times for this reason or that, so you’d think he wouldn’t notice, but… “I was running around all day before I got back, I severely underestimated the sheer amount of things I’d have to do.” You bring a spoonful of food up to your mouth. Details? Lying was in the details, right?
Except Ray’s hand is going up your thigh again and your brain goes blank.
Seth sighs. “Oh, Ray, really, you should go with Alice sometimes, if she’s running errands. We’ll live without you for a month. Right, Fenrir?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” You mentally slap your forehead. Ah, great, no one’s a good actor here, huh? Fenrir’s sitting on your other side, fully aware of what’s going on. He’s usually better than that, but Ray’s being really handsy tonight, and you can only imagine how distracting it is for him.
Not that you’re any better.
Sirius’ eye twitches and you freeze as you put your utensils together in the middle of your plate. Luka, ever the angel, ever the lifesaver, stands up. “Sirius. Help me wash up in the kitchen.”
The Queen of Spades takes a full moment to stare at you and your lover from across the table. Ray is just casually finishing up the juice in his glass. Sirius sighs. “Sure.”
You’re sure Sirius knows already, he’s just letting it slide. Ah, sometimes Sirius really is the best.
Seth stands up from his seat as well, humming as he’s clearing out the plates, and Fenrir takes it as a cue for him to get up too. When he turns to you he shoots you a small, comforting smile. He’ll be the one to bring you something to soothe your aching muscles tomorrow.
“Thank you for dinner, Luka!” You manage to call out, thankful your voice is steady despite Ray having had already pulled your skirt’s hem up to your mid-thigh. He squeezes the soft flesh.
Luka shoots a smile at you from the door, and seeing that innocent look on his face makes you ever so thankful he didn’t have an inkling of what was going on just two feet from him earlier. “Go get to bed, I’m sure you’re tired.”
“Yes,” Ray answers for you, his voice nearly two octaves deeper. He’s helping you up from your seat, and you’re thankful, because your legs are already wobbling. The other officers, still in the room, turn back to the both of you curiously. Your face feels like it’s burning. “I’ll make sure she rests well.”
-
Fuck, you weren’t even going to make it to the room. Ray has his mouth pressing wet kisses on your neck and his door is still three meters away. You groan, half for the touch, and half because if you don’t push him away right now (and you don’t want to) you’re going to get caught!
Ray is stronger than you are but when he’s desperate like this you can get him to do whatever you want, so when you push him back he doesn’t resist, just huffs a little in disappointment. Why is he so adorable? You pull him by the collar to press a kiss square on his mouth just enough to take his breath away before squeezing his hand in yours, marching right up to his door.
You pull him in and turn just long enough to lock the door. “I swearto god, Ray, if we were caught right there—”
Your legs are pulled out from under you. Ray has you pressed against his chest, carrying you princess-style to the bed. Breathless, you laugh, hitting his shoulder without much power.
“Warn me next time,” you say.
“You didn’t warn me that you were going to do that,” Ray chides, and you don’t hold back the smirk that graces your face.
You preen the moment he puts you down on the center of the bed, raising one leg up so your skirt slides down your thigh, one hand tracing the bare skin revealed by your little off-shoulder number, then, like a killer blow, tracing the leather of your new choker, dark black against your neck.
You ring the little bell on it like beckoning Ray to pounce on you.
Ray chucks his shirt off his frame, and you welcome him with open arms when he crawls over you. What previously was desperation when he was clamoring for your touch in the hallway is now just adoration, the worship of a devotee whose god has left them alone during a time of hunger. He smiles in that way that sends your heart fluttering before taking your lips into his.
Slowly, like he’s aware he has all night to shower you with his love, that you have much to catch up on.
He slides his tongue in your mouth the same time he brings his knee up between your legs. Just enough to keep them open, but not high enough for you to grind against. You whine and push yourself down with all the force you can muster, sighing when you feel him against you. You feel Ray smile against your mouth. You want to kick him.
This is how you make love every time you return to Cradle. Ray, hiding a month’s worth of longing with teasing, and you, taking all that you can.
Some days you kiss like you’re fighting, all teeth and tongues craving the heat of the other’s mouth, and some days you kiss like there’s no end in sight, just you, and him, and exchanging breaths. Tonight, you kiss like he’s given you the universe all over again, like he’s all you’ve really ever held in your hands. You feel your heart climbing up your throat.
You’re gasping for air when Ray finally breaks away. He only looks a little bit winded, but his face is flushed red, his pupils blown wide. This a look of hunger that’s only for your eyes. You tangle a hand in his hair to pull him close and he begins the slow, torturous journey down your body he’s missed so much.
He doesn’t mark you yet. The night is way too early for that. Instead, he presses kisses filled with reverence, tracing your curves he’s long memorized. Down your jaw; the line of your neck; the expanse of your shoulders. He strips you of your clothes without losing rhythm—opens the buttons of your blouse nimbly without even looking, pulls it off of you without a word. One hand cups the weight of a breast while his tongue traces the other. The taste of your sweat mingled with your distinct scent only amplifies his need to get his hands all over you after a month of being on his own.
You sigh as he makes his way down your torso, his hands careful on your sides—just enough to make you shiver, not really to tickle. He looks up at you as he’s undoing the ribbons on your skirt, and when your eyes make contact as it falls with a thump on the ground, the way you smile at him makes his hands tighten where he holds your hips.
“I missed you too, Ray.”
He looks at you like he knows you know what you’re doing. Oh, whatever he does after this is definitelyon you—
-
Tears are pooling on the corner of your eyes, and Ray is all blurry. But you know its him, from the wild black shuffle of his hair, his deep emerald eyes, and the way his hands are pressing your hips down against him mercilessly.
He hasn’t let go for minutes. Or hours. At this point, you’re not sure anymore.
You grind your hips weakly to get a semblance of friction, the bell on your choker ringing with your movement, and Ray lets you, but only because you both know it will never be enough. You whimper weakly and meet his eyes again, just as he had asked you to.
“There you are, kitten,” he says, his voice that same timbre from at the dining table, and it sends a shudder down your spine. You know he feels it too. “Where were we?”
Where were you? More like where the hell did he learn this! You think to yourself. Exploring kinks with Ray wasn’t a new thing, but he hadn’t brought this up at all in the past, so you weren’t expecting to get home, lock yourself up in his room, and just stay here warming his cock, sitting pretty.
You drag your voice out from somewhere. It takes all your strength to. “You were asking… what I was doing when I missed you.”
“Yes, I was,” Ray says. Slowly. Like he was letting every syllable seep through your skin. “You were all I could think about. The bed was so cold. And I… I missed your heat.”
“Me too,” you say, your voice trembling. You sob when you feel Ray thrust just enough for you to feel it, but not to sate anything. “I missed you too, Ray.”
“What did you do?” Ray asks, leaning forward to press a kiss on your shoulder. The night breeze was cold everywhere he didn’t touch you. You’re fully naked save for the little choker Ray seems to fancy. “Did you think of me?”
You’d tried begging, you’d tried bargaining, you’d tried just wrestling him out of this, and none of them worked. You have one last card up your sleeve.
That card was honesty.
Grinding against him hoping it’ll make your strategy a little more effective, you wind your fingers in his hair and stare at him straight into his eyes. Well, as much as your teary-eyed ones can. “I did,” you say, nearly out of breath. “I did think of you. I thought of you every night. My bed was cold too. I know that’s the world I’m from, but everything felt so unfamiliar.” You lick your lips. “I wanted to go home. Here. With you. On our bed. Where everything smells like you.” You buck against him particularly hard, and Ray holds back a groan. “I touched myself. I pretended it was you, Ray. All the time. I was never as good as you. But I missed you so much… everything you did to me, I wanted it.” You grin. “Even when you tease me like this, until I’m crying.”
Ray grins. “You enjoy what I do to you.”
And, well, there’s no denying that. “I do. I do, everything you do.”
That seems enough to break him.
Ray pulls you off of him in a move that makes you cry out with the sudden loss of his comforting weight inside of you. Just enough to get you on all fours, and then to bury himself back into your welcoming heat.
“Ray!” You call out, as he begins to thrust, slow, and then faster, because you’re ready for him and you’ve been ready for him from the moment your feet touched Cradle again. His hands’ hold on your hips is bruising but it’s a sting you’re thankful for feeling.
The bell on your neck keeps ringing. It sounds like it’s counting down to you finally breaking, right into a puddle of love and limbs for your beloved.
When he finds his groove, Ray usually is pretty quiet, but tonight he’s different. When he groans out your name, it’s followed by a hoarse “I love you,” and that’s when it finally feels like you’re home again.
Rayishome.
He hovers over you, pressing kisses down the nape of your neck after he’s brushed your hair aside, and then sucking bruises onto your shoulder until they’re a multicolored mess. You belatedly realize it’s a reprimand, for that off-shoulder blouse you’d chosen solely to mess with him. You laugh when it dawns on you, and Ray pulls your hair back in response.
“What’s funny?” he growls in between thrusts, and it only makes you laugh even more.
“Didn’t think you’d be jealous, baby,” you say. “They weren’t even staring.”
Ray huffs. “Only because I wasn’t letting them.”
As if to drive that home, he changes his pace and angle so that he can thrust into you even faster, one hand straying from your hips to mess with your clit that exact way you like it. You feel him everywhere.
“Fuck,” you drawl out, “Ray, Ray, Ray, I’m cumming—"
“Do it,” he says, orders, as if your thighs weren’t shaking, hadn’t stopped shaking, because you’ve already cum twice just before, with his mouth and his fingers. As if you weren’t collapsing into the black hole of pleasure all because of his doing. “Do it, baby.”
“You’re so good to me,” you gasp out, teetering, so close—“You’re so good to me, always, I love you, I love you, Ray, my King—”
You lose yourself into the white-hot searing flames of your orgasm, walls clenching around Ray, at the very same moment Ray’s entire world shrinks into your small, shaking voice, calling him your king.
That’s all he needs to finally surrender as well.
When consciousness finally returns to you, you’ve settled on the bed as Ray’s little spoon, the both of you still catching your breaths.
You feel the drip of his cum coming out of you. You have half a heart to reprimand him. Instead, you snort. “Really?”
Ray nuzzles your neck guiltlessly, the movement causing your little bell to ring. “Couldn’t help it.”
And as comfortable as the cuddle is right now, you want to see him, so ignoring the ache of your straining muscles, you turn to face him, your noses nearly touching.
“I really missed you, you know,” you say softly.
He grins, that boyish grin that made you fall in love with him in the first place. “I know.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, like willing you to sleep. “Welcome home, my Alice.”
-
Ray spots the empty bottle of aphrodisiac in the kitchen late the next morning, when he’s gone to get coffee for the both of you. Fenrir bought it for him as a gag while he was lonely waiting for you, and he’s sure he’d joked about taking it when you came back, but he didn’t drink it last night.
And he didn’t really mind, if someone had messed with him, he’d openly said he’d be up for it, it’s just that he just wanted to know who did it…
Sirius, who was in the kitchen with him, frowns in disappointment when Ray glances at him suspiciously. “Really, Ray?”
“Okay, fine, sorry,” Ray concedes. “I didn’t reallythink it was you, I just thought you’d know something.”
No one takes Ray seriously over lunch when he uses his “I am the King of the Black Army” voice to ask who put an aphrodisiac in his drink the night before.
“Fenrir,” Sirius pointedly calls out with no hesitation.
“HAH?!” Fenrir is mid-chew, and food nearly falls out of his mouth. “No way that was me. Ray’s been waitin’ for little Alice to come home for weeks, I ain’t gonna ruin it for ‘em like that.”
Sure, you think to yourself, ‘ruin’.Quietly taking a sip of your drink, you wonder if someone’s spiked this one with aphrodisiac too. .
“I betcha it was Luka,” Fenrir finishes.
Everyone turns to Luka, who is quiet, a solemn expression on his face. There’s a pause before he finally speaks up. “Why me?”
The others are silent for a moment, considering, and then they nod in agreement.
Luka seems to hesitate, but he offers, “Maybe it was Seth.”
“Luka! Is this what you think of me?” Seth has an expression that’s a cross of shock and offense. “Did you think I’d resort to low-level crime like Fenrir would?”
“Hey, whaddya mean low-level—”
“Besides, it was probably Rayfrom the beginning! Setting us up to take the fall,” Seth sighs. “Ray, you just have to be honestabout your feelings, okay?”
“I don’t need an aphrodisiac to improve my performance—“
“We’re not talking about your performance!”
The Black Army officers bicker like children until lunch is over.
-
You hear a knock on your door later that day, and in comes Sirius, with a glass of water… and the empty bottle of the aphrodisiac.
You already look pretty silly enough in the turtleneck Ray made you wear under your usual clothes, but you look doubly silly now, sitting on your bedside with a look of bewilderment.
Andalso mild amusement.
Sirius sighs. “Look, he missed you so much, I had to make sure he could get it all out of his system as quickly as possible. I needed him back on his work. I’m sorry if he went too hard on you, little miss.” Sirius hands you the glass of water and a small white pill. “Here’s a painkiller.”
Ah, you think to yourself. Sirius really is the best.
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