#iwaizumi x stepsister

[iwas-princess]

first post in a min...

no thoughts just thinking about iwaizumi holding your waist while you sit in his lap, eye liner in hand and tongue slightly poking out of your lips in concentration as you draw across his eyelid. thinking about how he would have the biggest smirk on his face, at both the fact that you're sitting in his lap and the way your free hand was cupping his cheek gently, while also freaking out internally because oh my god he has a pretty girl in his bubble. thinking about the way he would chuckle when you kiss his cheeks or nose after completing a step in the routine, pretending as if the butterflies in his stomach weren't there and this wasn't wrong. thinking about how he would purr at how soft the brushes felt against his skin. thinking about how he would never stop asking what everything was, and complementing your color choices, telling you how talented you are without even seeing the result yet. thinking about how he would pucker his lips for you as you put lipgloss on him, and of course he demands a kiss right after, blocking out the voice inside his head that screamed protests as his lips met yours.

this was wrong.

wrong

wrong

wrong

wrong

thinking about the way a few pecks would turn into his tongue swiping against your bottom lip, then an eager leaving his throat when you deny his access by pulling away. thinking about how the words 'haji... we really shouldn't' would make his cock stir about his heart speed up. thinking about the way his voice would strain when he groans out a reply, something along the lines of 'it's just us, baby, no one's gotta know' before his lips pepper sloppy kisses along your cheeks, leaving a wet trail as his thoughts begin to clear of nothing but you. the way his whole world would stop the moment you whimpered out 'haji-nii, this is very bad', but continuing his assault on your neck anyway, letting you completely consume his senses in every way possible. thinking about how his hands would wander down to yours sides, squishing the flesh softly, intimately before traveling to the curve of your delicious ass.

thinking about how he knows he should be the last person to ever touch you like this, yet the moral part of him is long gone and dying as his lips run across your soft, delicate skin. how this no longer feels wrong, and the pit in his stomach is no longer there, now replaced by the infatuating need for you; his little stepsister.

[jotatetsuken]

...That Wears the Crown ( A Royalty AU Collab)

"Heavy is the head that wears the Crown." A popular statement that rings true in every area of authority, and when you're a royal, it's not an easy task to lead an entire country. As for my 150 followers and 3 and a half monthversary celebration, I'm hosting my very first collab based on one of my favorite AUs in recent times: royalty.

This is a multifandom royalty AU Collab, so whether you want to write for Prince Tetsuro Kuroo or the royal Joestar bloodline, all the fandoms are welcome. I'm accepting mainly from Haikyuu, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, My Hero Academia, Black Clover & Marvel/DC Comics, however, even if you send me a request for entry with Black Clover, Hunter x Hunter, Naruto, Bleach, Criminal Minds, Doctor Who, OR EVEN Bridgerton, I would gladly accept.

Status: Accepting writers RN!!

Rules:

I know this blog is SFW, but since there will be NSFW or Dark Content entries, this collab is thus open for writers/artists aged 18 and above. I suggest minors please DNI with this collab, I will organize an SFW collab in the future.

It's preferable if you're following me for this collab, if not, it's fine too, just send me an ask :)

No anon entries for this one.

Please send me your application requests for the collab through asks and not private DMs. I will also allow changes if necessary.

Please specify if it's going to be an artwork or a write-up.

For simplicity purposes, a character can be chosen twice at the max to involve some variety in the masterlist. :D so please keep some backups just in case.

Exceptions: Jotaro Kujo, Atsumu Miya, and Erwin Smith (since I’m writing on them, I’m leaving two more spots open for them)

Multiple entries are possible, provided you don't exert a lot of pressure on yourself.

If you're writing an NSFW or DC entry, please make sure that your age is visible on your blog and that the entries are marked as 18+

Oh and most importantly, there is no due date for the collab. This is especially for those who’ve given their entries in multiple collabs. However, if you want a structural deadline, it will be Jan 10, 2023, Feb 18,2023 ( the day I chose for Jotaro’s birthday ‘cause he’s Aquarius)

When your entry is accepted, please rb this post as much as you can.

When you're done, please tag me at @/jotatetsuken and use the following hashtag: #👑.thatwearsthecrowncollab for a guaranteed reblog :D and please don’t forget to attach a link to the masterlist.

If you’re the first to write for any fandom that’s not listed, I’ll add that accordingly.

Oh, and SFW works will be reblogged from @/tetsukentona and NSFW works will be reblogged on @musings-and-moans

Oh and this doesn’t have to be only for reader inserts. OC x Canon Ships and Selfships are allowed too. 💖

NSFW/DC will be marked by 🔞

Haikyuu

Kenma Kozume (artwork) - @mrskenmakozume

Rintarou Suna (storyteller/bard Suna x royal!reader writeup) - @saltyvanilla 🔞

Rintarou Suna (stepbrother Suna Rintarou and stepsister reader writeup) - @wakasa-wifey 🔞

Kenma Kozume and Tetsuro Kuroo (Prince Kenma x Princess reader x Bodyguard Kuroo write up ) - @beware-of-the-rogue 🔞

Wakatoshi Ushijima - @wakatshi 🔞

Shugo Meian - @haikyutiehoe 🔞

Hajime Iwaizumi (Knight Commander Iwaizumi) - @mxonigirimiya

Tooru Oikawa (arranged marriage/enemies to lovers) - @oikawas-milk-bread

Meant to Be (Series) — Atsumu Miya (bridgerton! au) (feat. Osamu Miya) - @/jotatetsuken

Attack on Titan

Reiner Braun (bodyguard! Reiner x Royalty!Reader) - @cirigiri 🔞

Erwin Smith (personal-guard!erwin falling in love with his charge, princess!Reader) - @/jotatetsuken

body guard!Armin x princess!reader one sided enemies-to friends-to lovers - @honeylmnade 🔞

In Another World — Reiner Braun (vigilante!reiner x princess!reader) - @mattsunkawa

My Hero Academia

Katsuki Bakugo - @/haikyutiehoe 🔞

Eijiro Kirishima - @lou-struck

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo - @aizumie

Suguru Geto (Tribal Leader Geto) - @/mxonigirimiya

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader - @tetsoorou 🔞

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader - @ry0m3n 🔞

Okkotsu Yuuta & Inumaki Toge x Reader - @/ry0m3n 🔞

A Prince Dressed in Blood — Naoya Zenin - @mekiza 🔞

Toji Fushiguro - @/mekiza 🔞

Tokyo Revengers

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano & Izana Kurokawa (prince! manjiro and prince!izana writeup) - @21-06-1996 🔞

Ryuguji "Draken" Ken (crown apparent reader x step bro draken) - @/beware-of-the-rogue 🔞

Haruchiyo Sanzu (princess reader with knight sanzu) - @kshira 🔞

Prince!Izana + Royal advisor!Kakucho x Princess!Reader (Arranged marriage and enemies to lovers.) - @usagiiboo 🔞

Prince! Ran Haitani x Princess!reader x Guard!Haruchiyo Sanzu - @bxnten 🔞

Prince!Ran Haitani x Chambermaid!Reader - @shinigamiplayroom 🔞

Lord!Kakucho Hitto x princess reader - @pulchritxde 🔞

crowned prince! Takashi Mitsuya x maid fem!reader - @portfolio-of-dreams 🔞

Black Clover

Julius Novachrono (dom!bodyguard!reader x king!Julius) - @simpingforthisonedeer 🔞

Nozel Silva x f!Reader - @arcanestage

Yuno x f!Reader - @/arcanestage

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Prince!Jotaro Kujo x Princess Consort!Anika Sen — @/jotatetsuken (suggestive part 1, 🔞 part 2)

Prince!Jotaro Kujo x Knight!(AFAB Reader) - @/jotatetsuken (suggestive)

Prince!Giorno Giovanna — @mrsgiovanna

Duke!Prosciuttto x Commoner!Reader — @jellyluchi 🔞

Marvel/DC

Jervis Tetch x Reader - @fuckedupandevilblorbos

Locked Characters 'cause they've been requested twice:

Rintarou Suna, Kenma Kozume, Izana Kurokawa, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Ryomen Sukuna, Ran Haitani, Kakucho Hitto, Reiner Braun

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[yanderecrazysie]

I have a very weird au request but this just came up to me suddenly. Okay so this is kind of like cinderella au but you have a yandere prince and a little brother.

Okay so your father dies so you are in the hands of you stepmother and sisters. They hate you but they don’t hate your little brother. In fact, they love him, they say he will bring joy in the family because he’s smart and attractive. However, your little brother only adores you. He is civil to them but bery lovely to you. You, of course, got treated like a maid, you wer supposed to be shun away however your little brother pleaded to them to make you stay. He’s well loved but he doesn’t have that power to control the family yet anyway. They treated you as a maid and even made you live in the maid/ quarter’s in the other side of the land. In here, one of the stepsisters was set to marry the prince. There was no ball or anything and they were just set to marry and have the grandest of wedding. But the prince of course was yandere to you. He knew you when you were a child. Ypu were bestfriends. He knew that you were meeting with your little brother every single night in the bushes to just havea moment with him not incest or anything. Your little brother was ordered not to interact with you anymore if he wants you to still live here. The prince knew that so he blackmails you date him or fuck him secretly. You don’t want that. You don’t even like him and you’ll be damned if you got caught. You’ll be dead. 1/2

This literally took so long, I'm so sorry! I had to split it into at least two parts, because my writer's block is killing me hardcore! Also because it's turning into a very long story! When I make part 2, I'll do it by responding to the 2nd part of your ask!

The rest of this ask can be seen as a teaser for things to come, lol!

This is such a detailed idea oh my goodness! I’ll do my best to follow the storyline, but there might be a few changes along the way for my writer’s block! This is SUCH A GOOD IDEA, thank you for blessing me with it! Mwah!!!

Note: Part two is here: https://yanderecrazysie.tumblr.com/post/667458774470148096/so-ofcourse-the-prince-doesnt-care-and-still

Part three is here: https://yanderecrazysie.tumblr.com/post/716483628755042304/hello-i-just-read-coercion-and-was-wondering-if

Title: Coercion (PART 1)

Pairings: Iwaizumi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, emotional/verbal abuse from family members, Iwaizumi is going to be an awful person in the next part ngl

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a little girl named (Y/n), who was treated horribly by her step-family. A prince fell in love with her but she didn’t feel the same. And only he lived happily ever after.

Note(s): Your stepmother is Madoka (Yachi’s mom). Your stepsisters are Mao (the sassiest Karasuno girl’s team member) and Hana (the manager from Johzenji). Obviously, they’ll be a bit OOC, but I felt like they were the closest I could get. Also your little brother is basically a younger version of Koganegawa Kanji, simply because of the S2 scene with him and Iwaizumi.

I’m sorry I used canon characters but I was tired, please bear with me.

coercion

/noun/

the practice of persuading someone to do something by using force or threats.

The death of your father left you and your little brother, Kanji, in the hands of your stepmother. You had never talked much with her, but she seemed nice enough, if not a bit standoffish.

The moment your father passed, with your tears still falling on the blankets of his death bed, your stepmother stood up, smiled, and briskly walked away. Kanji cried into your shoulder, distracting you from that worrying feeling caused by your stepmother’s smile.

You should have been more worried. Within a week, your life had been turned completely upside down.

Your stepmother completely redecorated the house. It was gaudy and expensive, a costly style your father would have never allowed while alive. You knew your family was wealthy but watching your stepmother buy such pricey items still shocked you.

Originally, you had the largest bedroom, but you were forced to trade bedrooms with your eldest stepsister and move into the smallest bedroom instead. Kanji got to keep his bedroom only because it was “too masculine and boyish for my precious daughter to step foot in” according to your stepmother.

As much as you didn’t like your stepmother, you hated your stepsisters more. Hana, the eldest, was pretty enough, but the haughty and vain attitude she had ruined the image you had of her. As typical as it was for your kingdom’s culture for a mother to be proud of her firstborn daughter, your stepmother took that pride much too far.

She offered backhanded compliments and passive-aggressive comments to you on a daily basis, constantly comparing you to your older stepsister. As much as Kanji tried to stand up for you and console you, your stepmother never apologized or seemed even the slightest bit ashamed of her behavior.

Your other stepsister, Mao, just a bit younger than you, was even worse. She hurled insults at you and did her best to break down your self-esteem, bit by bit. Kanji’s consoling was more welcome than ever after these interactions, Mao’s snarky comments always hitting far too close to home and preying on your insecurities.

On the other side of the spectrum was Kanji. Your stepmother showered him with gifts and your stepsisters always fawned over him, telling him how adorable he was. It made Kanji visibly uncomfortable, as fourteen-year-old boys rarely liked being told those sorts of babying things.

He always seemed to feel so guilty, to see you hated however much you tried to please your stepfamily, while he did nothing and was drowning in their adoration. You loved your little brother, and reminded him that it wasn’t his fault he was so loveable.

But deep down, it hurt you. And you were sure Kanji could tell, no matter how much you tried to hide it.

It all came to a head on one night’s dinner, when your stepmother was talking about the future of her daughters. Not including you, of course.

“Hana, you’ll need to be married off soon, you’re more than old enough. All the village boys are throwing themselves at her, but we’ll only take the best, won’t we Hana?”

Hana made a noise of assent, her mouth stuffed so full with chicken that crumbs dropped down across the table and her lap. You couldn’t help but think it wasn’t very ladylike of her and wondered what poor man would end up with her self-absorbed ass walking down the aisle to him.

“And then you, Mao,” Your stepmother commented, looking at her other daughter, who was using a bone to pick at her teeth, “We’ll find you a handsome, rich man as well.”

“Pardon me, Stepmother?” You piped up, your voice soft and uncertain, “I’m a bit older than Mao, won’t I be married before her?”

She gave you a withering glare, “I don’t care if you get married or not. We don’t need another daughter in this house. We’d be better off if you found a street rat and left us all.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you looked down at your hands as they fiddled in your lap. To say something like that… It wasn’t that you particularly wanted to be married, but it was tradition. To deny you of that pretty much bordered on the line of disowning you.

Kanji tried to speak up in your defense, but he was quickly cut off by your stepmother.

“It may be quite a few years, but I’m sure Kanji will bring us plenty of fortune. He’s handsome, smart, and talented so, as long as I’m raising him, I’m sure he’ll marry into a rich family as well.” She suddenly rounded on you, “And you? You offer nothing to our family. It’s about time you earned your share.”

Confused and hurt, you asked, “What do you mean?”

“I said it’s about time you earned your share.” Your stepmother talked slowly, as though you were stupid. “One of our maids quit, so you can take their spot. You have no use for this family, so make use of yourself for once.”

“But I’m your daughter!” You insisted, horrified.

“Stepdaughter,” She clarified as Hana snickered at you, “I already have two daughters, I don’t need a third one weighing them down with her stupidity.”

The words stabbed deep into your heart, causing your eyes to water and a sniffle to escape you.

Hana laughed, “Is she really surprised? What a pathetic crybaby!” That comment caused the tears to fall, only egging on Hana’s mocking laughter.

Kanji’s hand slipped into yours and squeezed tightly. As much as you appreciated his consolation, it didn’t help the situation in the least.

You knew that your stepmother would put you to work, but you never could have predicted the extent to which she did so. In a rage, she’d fired several maids, which meant you were expected to take on the jobs of five women. Cooking, cleaning, fixing things… that was just a small portion of what you were expected to do.

Kanji, your precious little angel of a brother, often joined you in your chores. He did his best to help, even if he couldn’t reach any high spots and got tired easily. The extra pair of hands and company meant the world to you, not to mention his shameless ranting about how horrible your stepfamily was made you smile.

Despite hating the obscene amount of chores dumped on you, it didn’t hold a candle to preparing meals. The manor’s chef only worked on weekdays, leaving you to handle food on weekends.

It wasn’t that you were a particularly bad cook, it was the fact that you couldn’t hope to match up to the chef’s talent and years of practice. The flawless gourmet meals weren’t something you could replicate, even if you tried your very hardest, and your stepfamily made sure to drill this into your head.

The combination of a lack of sleep and frustration led to a slipup in the kitchen. You were left staring at a charred dish, one beyond repair. The burned scent attracted your stepmother to the kitchen, and the woman shrieked in fury.

“It’s dinnertime and you’ve screwed it up! Can’t you do anything right? You’ve ruined everything!” Your stepmother raged at you, and, although you shrank away from her anger, you couldn’t help but feel she was being dramatic, “Now we’ll all starve! And it’s all your fault, you useless excuse for a daughter!”

Her words cut deeper than they should and you felt your lip begin to quiver.

“I should just throw you out now!” She screamed, “Shun you from the (L/n) family like you deserve!”

Your heart plummeted and you let out a desperate, “No!” Shunning you from your own family… not only would you be on the streets, but you’d be a disgrace to the kingdom. You’d never get married and you’d be lucky to find a job to take you.

You clasped your hands together, begging through desperate sobs, “Please don’t! I’ll remake the meal, I’ll do anything! Just please-”

“It was my fault.” Kanji stepped into the kitchen, his face serious, “I wanted to try to make a meal for everyone, and I accidentally burned it.

Your stepmother raised a dubious eyebrow, “Then why weren’t you in the kitchen?”

“I went to find you to apologize,” Kanji lied, looking down at his feet, “It was an accident.”

Immediately, your stepmother’s attitude took a 180, “Aww, it’s okay, my son! It was so sweet of you to try! We can wait a little longer for dinner!”

Still, she glared at you, “You should have helped him better. You can stay in the maids' quarters like you deserve.”

You bit your tongue, deciding it was a much better punishment than being shunned and thrown out. You sent a grateful look to Kanji, relieved tears spilling down your cheeks. Your stepmother left you both to retry the meal together.

Your sleep was miserable. Tossing and turning on the stiff mattress left behind by a fired maid. The maids had all stared at you when you entered their quarters, but no one bothered to question your presence.

They all knew how you were treated. Logically, this was just the next step in your torture.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of your punishment.

When you approached the manor in the morning, your stepmother told you the newest rule she had created for you.

“Your failures have obviously affected my son. Therefore, you are not to see him anymore. You can clean the house when he is away at school, but that is the only time you’re allowed inside.”

“What?” You stared at her in horror, searching her gaze for some sort of mercy, “But he’s my brother! You can’t just do this to-”

“Yes, I can,” your stepmother snapped, “and I will. Now head back to your new quarters and do whatever you’d like until I call for you.”

You ran back to the maids' quarters, barely able to see the path through your tears. When you arrived, you collapsed on your bed and sobbed loudly into the pillow. It seemed like the one good thing in your life, your little brother, was now no longer there for you after all.

It seemed that your stepmother’s own rule made her angry at you as well. With you hidden away from the house during the majority of the days and the entire weekends, the house wasn’t as shiny and squeaky-clean as before, when you were doing more work than all of the maids combined.

You worried that your little brother was suffering without you and found yourself wondering if he’d be better off without you. After all, he had to watch you being treated badly by your stepfamily- that couldn’t have been good for the poor boy’s mental wellbeing.

Still, you were secretly pleased when he came knocking on the maids' quarters near midnight.

“What are you doing out here?” You gasped upon seeing him, “Our stepmother will kill you!”

“I don’t care!” Kanji’s voice was filled with bravery and his eyes were steely with determination.

You attempted to whisper to him, only to be called out by one of the elderly maids, “Oh, come in dear. It’s cold out and none of us will tell that wretched woman anything about your visit.”

Kanji happily chatted away to you about his life outside the estate: school, friends, and even his crush. You teased him and he lightheartedly shoved your shoulder, the two of you talking in a carefree way you hadn’t been able to experience in months.

This started a pattern, one that you grew to love. Kanji would sneak over in the dead of night to talk. Although you worried about his lack of sleep, he assured you that he was getting sleep before and after visiting you.

Beyond just talking about each other’s days, you both brainstormed a way to escape the hellhole you once called home. You were an adult- old enough to get a job, despite women being less likely to be employed in most places. However, you were unable to leave the estate.

Kanji reassured you, talking to every place that was hiring on your behalf. He remained optimistic, despite the lack of positive responses. You were grateful to him, but you doubted any employer would take the word of a young boy trying to get his older sister a job.

And even if you were to get a job, how would you get there? How could you work there every day without your stepfamily knowing? Ideally, you would earn enough to move out and get a place of your own, but it was unlikely you could last that long on what was sure to be a meager salary.

“Wake up, you useless cow!” Hana was practically screaming in your ear, prompting you to leap to your feet in alarm.

You stared at her, wondering if you were simply imagining your stepsister standing there. You’d never imagine her to lower herself enough to step foot in the maids’ quarters, especially not in the ball gown she was currently wearing.

“Hurry up! You’re helping the other maids with the feast!”

“I’m not allowed inside. Kanji is home, isn’t he?” You questioned, “And what feast?”

As you tried to think of what holiday or birthday you must have been forgetting, Hana boasted about the special occasion, “Prince Iwaizumi has picked me out of all of the girls in the entire kingdom! We will marry in about a month!”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you settled on a simple “Congratulations.”

The kitchen was abuzz, the maids running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

“Where’s the chef?” You asked.

One of the younger maids nibbled at her nails nervously, “She’s on vacation. That’s why Mistress Madoka called for you. She doesn’t trust us to cook well enough for the prince’s visit.”

You nodded, swallowing back the lump of fear that caught in your throat. Cooking for your stepfamily was difficult enough, when they seemed so impossible to please. To cook for a prince, who probably had a dozen gourmet chefs at his beck and call for the smallest of snacks, was downright terrifying.

If he was displeased with your meal, would he want your head served on a platter instead? Suddenly, you understood why the maid was destroying her fingernails. They were probably under a similar amount of pressure when they were expected to clean every inch of the mansion until it sparkled.

What am I even supposed to cook? What is fitting for a prince? I would stick with a meal I’m best at making, but none are especially fancy. Damn it all, if he doesn’t execute me, Stepmother probably will.

You settled for a simple, yet distinguished meal of spaghetti served with a side of salad. Was it particularly fancy? No. But it was a dish surely everyone liked and it was one you knew you couldn’t mess up. At least, it’d be hard to mess up a simple salad.

You could hear the sound of a carriage pulling up outside, the regal horses snorting as footsteps made their way to the house. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look out the window to see the visitors. Seeing the prince expecting your dinner would probably kill you.

Thankfully, you weren’t expected to serve the meal, a couple maids scooping up the salads and scurrying, pale-faced and trembling, into the dining hall. You couldn’t help but press your ear to the wall to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Your stepmother’s voice was sickeningly sweet, “It’s such an honor for our family, to have such an esteemed and honored young man take an interest in my beautiful daughter.”

“Well, of course he would choose me,” Hana’s voice was laced with vanity, “I’m the most beautiful in the land, of course.”

You heard a noncommittal noise of assent, an unfamiliar, masculine voice. You bit back a giggle as you pictured a wide-eyed prince charming looking desperate to escape the table, regretting his decision entirely. You couldn’t picture any sane prince, or any man at all, standing the very thought of being married to such an egotistical young woman.

“This will, of course, bring honor to both of our family names,” Your stepmother went on, “Our surname, (L/n), has quite an influence to it, you know.”

Nauseous, you nearly pulled yourself away from the wall entirely. It’s not your surname at all. You thought, seething. It’s my father’s. Not yours, you filthy imposter.

“And the riches, of course!” Your stepmother seemed so pleased, ranting on about the future. You couldn’t help but think it was foolish of her to talk about such things in front of the prince, who was planning to marry for “love”.

“Yeah, well…” The man, who you assumed was Prince Iwaizumi, sounded uncomfortable, “I’ve been meaning to ask, may I thank the cook? The meal was splendid.”

Your heart stopped in your chest. It was likely an excuse to get away from your stepfamily (specifically from your raving stepmother), but you weren’t sure you could handle interacting with royalty.

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t need to do that!” Your stepmother tried, but the prince cut in.

“I can do whatever I please.”

Chills rolled down your spine and you considered your options. The only door in the kitchen led to the dining hall, as the staff was meant to stay there until all dinner guests had left, in case they wanted more food prepared.

There was the window, of course, but that was two stories from the ground. If you didn’t land wrong and snap your spine, you’d be badly hurt anyways. Before you could even attempt to jump, the door to the kitchen opened.

Dreading the eye contact, you turned slowly, reluctantly.

The prince was even more handsome than you had anticipated, despite being nothing like the innocent and sweet-looking prince charming you had pictured.

Prince Iwaizumi was ruggedly handsome and looked tough as hell. His muscles rippled under his suit and you had to force yourself not to let your eyes wander across his figure. His deep olive eyes stared at you with such intensity that you felt like he was looking straight into your very soul.

Finally, he opened his mouth, and that deep rumbling voice of his addressed you for the first time.

“(Y/n), it’s nice to finally talk to you in person. I have a deal I’d like to make with you,” A dark smile spread across his lips, “One you won’t be able to refuse.”