#kami'en x reader

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Kinktober 2023

Hi Guys!

I'm doing kinktober this year. I'm only doing 22 days.

On the blank spaces, you guys can request who you want (Repeat characters are welcomed!). Just comment or DM me!!

Thigh riding - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Hickeys - Kami’en (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Pictures - Papa IV (Ghost)

Phone sex/Dirty talk - Elon Musk

Sex Toys - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Creampie/Breeding - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Overstimulation - Elon Musk

Cock warming - Kami’en (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Office sex - Elon Musk

Mirror sex - Kami’en (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Praise kink - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Remote control vibe - Otto (The Umbrella Academy)

Fingering - Freddy Faz Bear (FNAF)

Face sitting - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Size difference - Andriy Yermak

Masturbation - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Panty Stealing - Axel (The Umbrella Academy)

No panties - Otto (The Umbrella Academy)

Glove kink - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Outdoor/Semi-public sex - Nerron (Mirrorworld)

Uniform - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Sleepy sex - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

[goylempire]

Fictober Day 10

Prompt #10 – “It’s so quiet.”

Fandom: RECKLESS/Mirrorworld Series by Cornelia Funke

Fanfiction

Warnings: None. Other than I did not edit this in the slightest. So it may be a mess.

Also, I had to stick in a (y/n), so pretend you love Hentzau or name her whatever you want! 🤎

When the carriage arrived at the palace gates, she didn’t know what to expect. Would he be waiting for her? Would he send someone to bring her in? She took a deep breath a tried to fight down the nerves that were eating away at her. Before she had a chance to reach for the handle of the door, it opened to reveal the uniform clad jasper Goyl.

“You’re late,” he said, extending a hand to help her down.

Her purple gown flowed from the carriage like a stream of fabric, and the amethyst jewels sparkled in the glow of the lanterns that lit the street. She had wondered if he had gifted her amethyst because he longed to see it in her skin. She hadn’t asked.

“I was merely a passenger, Lieutenant. You will have to speak to the coachman about our late arrival,” she said with a smile.

Hentzau shot a glance to the human that sat in the coach box and made a disgusted face.

“Why waste anymore of our evening?” He asked, offering her his arm.

There was no turning back now. Not that she wanted to. She had always found it strange that people compared the nervous fluttering in a person’s stomach to butterflies. Butterflies were soft and delicate and beautiful. What she felt now was more like pests stinging and biting at her organs. If his heart was beating as quickly as hers, he didn’t show it. She envied that in him and in all Goyl. That ability to look as though nothing were bothering them even as the world fell apart in front of them. Well, to be honest, the Goyl had many qualities about them she envied.

The whispers grew louder as he escorted her into the palace. This is what living in a beehive must be like. Hentzau’s face never changed though even when he gave her name to the master of ceremonies to announce. The room fell silent as they stared at her.

‘It’s so quiet,’ she thought. ‘Surely they’re all thinking I don’t belong. Especially on the arm of their highest ranking military officer.’

Hentzau stared them all down, challenging them to say or do something. A few of them looked away when they met his eyes, and slowly, they all went back to their conversations and drinks. On the descent down the large staircase leading to the ballroom floor, she tried not to look at any of them. Instead, she kept her eyes focused on the carnelian Goyl ahead who smiled broadly at her.

A year ago, she wouldn’t have believed that she would be in a relationship with a Goyl or on her way to meet their king. This all felt like a fever dream. Albeit, it was a dream she never wanted to wake from. It was such a relief not to have to hide her life with him now.

Once they made it across the long stretch of marble to the dais where the king stood with the Dark Fairy and the new empress, Hentzau saluted in Goyl fashion. With a smile, she curtsied and tried not to think how silly she looked. She’d never tell Hentzau the real reason she had been late was because she had been practicing that curtsy in the mirror for an hour.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, (y/n),” Kami’en said. “As many times as Hentzau has snuck you into our camps and the palace, I’d say an introduction is well overdue.”

She flushed. How much did he know about her? Had Hentzau had been the one to tell him, or did the others know and had just been quiet about the whole thing? She knew Hentzau wasn’t the first Goyl soldier to take a human lover. There were more than a few human/Goyl hybrid babies in the world. Most of them lived their short lives in freak shows. She’d never seen one in person, but she had heard of them and seen pictures. It broke her heart, and on more than one occasion, she had considered tracking them down and taking them home with her. She didn’t know how she would care for them, but anything was better than being showed off in a cage.

“It is an honor to meet you, your Majesty,” she said, avoiding looking at the Fairy and the human empress on either side of him.

She had heard too many stories about both of them that it was best to not risk the wrong move with them. The Fairy wouldn’t hesitate to kill her on the spot, and Amalie wasn’t much more innocent, even if she didn’t use her own hands to do the killing. It was rumored that she had once had an acquaintance murdered for wearing a prettier dress than she had to a ball years ago.

It wasn’t until Hentzau had walked a few feet from them that she felt she could breathe properly again. She felt his eyes on her face, and when she turned to face him, he leaned down to whisper to her.

“You look stunning,” he told her.

In a room full of some of the most beautiful women in the world, it made her happy that his eyes still sought her.

“Thank you,” she said. “And thank you for the dress. It really is lovely…even if I do feel like a pastry.”

She jumped at his sudden burst of laughter.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny!” she said, laughing as well.

“I was under the impression humans enjoyed an overabundance of fabric on their dresses,” he said. “Next time, I’ll buy you a Goyl dress. All you have to do is tell me which stones you’d like embroidered on it.”

She brushed her fingers against his throat. “I’ve become very fond of brown jasper.”

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Hickeys - Kami’en (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Word Count: 518

You wake, feeling the black silk sheets shift as Kami’en’s arm snakes over your waist and pulls you closer. A soft hum escapes you as his warm stone chest meets your back, his heat seeping through the nightgown and into your skin.

Your eyes flutter open as you roll to face him. The candlelight, of the dimly lit room, flickers and reflects in his golden eyes and throws shadows across his pale red carnelian skin. Your free hand lazily runs up his arm, fingers following the lines of defined muscles.

“Good morning,” Kami’en whispers, his accent thicker than usual, as you meet his eyes. Smiling as your fingers reach his chest and flatten out to feel his heartbeat.

“Morning,” you mutter out, curling forward to hide your face between the pillows and the crock of his neck, not quite ready to wake up.

Kami’en’s chuckle rumbles through his chest and jostles you, causing you to curl into his neck more. His arm tightens, pulling the rest of your body closer. He pulls back his head and places a slow kiss on your hair.

“Come here,” he mumbles, dragging his claws up your body, from your waist. His claws tickle you, causing an excited shiver down your spine. A finger hooks under your chin before pulling your face up to look into his eyes. He smiles as you blush before closing the distance between you.

The kiss is slow and deep. The feeling of your soft, plush lips against his lips causes a small hum to roll through his throat. His hand travels to the back of your head and tangles into your hair. He deepens the kiss, pressing his lips against yours with more fever and want. He pulls back to look at your flushed face and swollen lips. He smirks before diving back in, adding a few light bites, every so often. After you’re both breathless, he pulls away.

“Was I too much last night?” Kami’en asks, letting his claws wander over the countless hickeys littering your neck and upper chest. Loving how the purple and dark red bruises look against your skin. How just a few nips at your skin can cause these beautiful marks.

“No,” you say as your fingers thread into his soft, short hair, palm resting on the high point of his cheek.

“No?” he repeats with a hint of mischief, dragging a claw down to the darkest hickey, placed at the top of the valley of your breast. His lips followed, pressing against the abused skin gently.

“Maybe I should give you more,” He mutters into your skin, reaching up to pull down the straps of your nightgown. His lips travel down to the newly exposed skin, peppering it with fleeting kisses.

The kisses slowly turn to nips against your skin, as you roll onto your back, Kami’en following and hovering over you, the quiet whines and moans spurring him on. His legs slip in between yours, one knee pressing into you, drawing an especially pitiful whine out.

You both know Kami’en isn’t letting you out of bed for a while now.

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Pet names he uses for you

A/N: I'm basing the Goyl language off of Polish. Thank you to @goylempire for helping me figure that out!

❤️Kami’en❤️

Moja perełko = my pearl

The color of your skin reminds him of pearls. He also loves when you wear pearls, literally or metaphorically ;)

Moja miłość = my love

He wants to remind you that he loves you. Usually whispers it in your ear before kissing your neck.

🤎Hentzau🤎

Mała myszka = little mouse

Goyl are much taller than humans, so even if you're tall, compared to him you're short.

Kopalnia = Mine

Hentzau possessive and likes to remind you that you're only his.

💚Nerron💚

Moja skarb = my treasure

To Nerron, you're the greatest treasure he has ever found. Someone who loves him, can put up with his attitude, and doesn't care about the malachite veined skin.

Kwiatuszek = little flower

He uses Kwiatuszek when he's teasing you.

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[goylempire]

I was talking to my mom yesterday, and I mentioned how a lot of people don't really like Hentzau that much....or at all. And she was all "yeah, I can see that."

And I get it. I do. He isn't the nicest character. Especially to the main characters in The Petrified Flesh. And he's not exactly nice to Nerron. Or pretty much anyone who isn't Kami'en or Nesser.

But, and I'm not even being dramatic, that character saved my life.

So, he could literally murder everyone and set the world on fire, and I'd be like "man, that sucks that he did that, but that's my man."

Also, with this fictober thing, y'all may end up with some Hentzau x fem!reader stuff because... not having a name is gonna make future ones a little difficult. So, we're all just gonna have to pretend to love him while I self-indulge. 😂