#keith howell (alter)

[fingerless-glovez]

Alter Keith you are such an asshole but you're also hilarious

[xxsycamore]

Hi, Mo!! It's me again (because you have so kindly reminded me that I can make three requests).

Now for Alter!Keith, can I have 😈 pleeease? He deserves some teasing.

Thank you so much, my dear!

He does. *nod nod* You're welcome anytime!! 🥺

[😈] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛!𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝-𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜…

Alter!Keith:

It was Keith who invited you to join as you walked by him conversating with some officials, claiming that they were moments away from wrapping it up. You politely took the seat next to your partner on the sofa, smiling and nodding here and there as you mentally counted down the minutes and the seconds before the two of you could be left to yourselves... because your mind suddenly got plagued with certain thoughts, each one more unfit for this meeting than the other.

Your eyes now linger on Keith's lips as they move, but your gaze sharpens as you remember to look for the signs.

He's perhaps confident about masking it, but you're easily the only one who can tell the difference by the most subtle things; the tiniest note change in his voice or the way he carries himself; the mere air around him. It only puts ideas in your head.

Before you know it, goodbyes are exchanged so you hurry to snap out of the trance and offer yours as well. The sound of footsteps still echoes in the distance when you scoot over close enough to make your knee rub against Keith's. He looks at you. Knowingly. It only gives him away because in the next moment, he plays innocent...

"Ah, did I make you wait for too long? I'm so sorry. We can go to our room now if you want to."

Then you place your hand on his knee, as if preventing him from getting up. His golden eyes follow it.

"Is something the matter?"

And then you lean in closer. Face just a breath away from his, tilting slightly in a familiar motion, a little more and your lashes could tickle his skin. He takes the bait; raises a hand to take control and captures your chin in a flash, thus "revealing himself" in front of you.

...And you don't as much as tremble in his gasp. You unwaveringly hold his gaze as you press forward - finding that there's no real firmness to his grasp, that it all falls apart in bewilderment. He thought he'd catch you by surprise and claim that kiss, but you knew all along - and dared to tease him while knowing.

As you withdraw and leave only your lingering warmth on the seat beside him, Keith can only ghost cold fingers over his unkissed lips with a dark shadow casting over his eyes.

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[wordycheeseblob]

Bring me your soul, bring me your hate

In my name you will create

Bring me your fear, bring me your pain

You will destroy in my name.

Alter!Keith

Song: Dark Matter = Les Friction

Palette [GREEK TRAGEDY]

@keithsandwich Listen, I've listened to Dark Matter a normal amount of times (the guitar riff after I am dark matter still gets me)

Aaah this really brings me back to my days of only drawing Keith. I don't know, he's just very drawable... Or should I say sketchy? >:]

I experimented a bit here

Aaaah this really brings me back to my days of stupid puns (every day is stupid puns day)

Hope you like it!

[floydsteeth]

[honeybyte]

i didnt come here to go hunting

[redraw]

[solacedeer]

and if i said they’re my ot3 then what

[askthekeiths]

Opinions on tentacles.

They're... attached to octopi? They're slimy and sticky? And... wiggly?

...

Hmmmmmmmm.

Yummy.

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[keithsandwich]

Powerless

Explicit

Pairing: Alter!Keith x MC (Emma)

Word Count: 500

Warnings: PWP, Vaginal Fingering, Restraints, Teasing, Begging, Dirty Talking, Submissive MC.

Note: Written for the Kinktober event Visions of Temptation 2023, hosted by @xxsycamore.

Day 1 - Cowgirl Position + "Oh, but it's so fun to make you beg."

Thank you so much @nightghoul381 for proofreading ♡

One hand was all he needed to pin her arms behind her own back. Emma had always thought that being on top meant having the lead during sex. That was until Keith proved her wrong. He could restrain her that easily, and then use his other hand to roll her hips back and forth against him, all while his long fingers mercilessly explored the most sensitive part of her anatomy.

It was so unfair how exposed she was to his touches. Her legs were spread on his lap, and the friction of her clit against his erection along with his tongue teasing her ear caused her whole body to squirm and arch, rendering her cunt further vulnerable to his digits. And Keith didn't hesitate to slip them through her soaked folds, toying with her pleasure before burying inside.

"Keith!" Emma gasped, her arms twitching in his grip. All those feelings taking over her were like a summer storm: warm, violent, uncontrollable. They made her heart race, and left little room to breathe, to think, to even verbalize what she wanted.

And she wanted more. But all that escaped her lips were desperate moans.

"You like it, don't ya?" His velvety voice caressed her ear. Keith pressed her tighter against his chest, his hand guiding her all along his length. He hissed. Emma knew the only way they could be closer than this would be with his cock deep inside of her, and she sobbed with yearn.

"What is it? You seem like you need something…" he cooed, nuzzling into her face to make her look into his eyes. The sudden gentleness, so natural to the other Keith, didn't reach his implacable stare, hazy with lust. Emma shivered. "Keith… Please," she whined, unable to elaborate. He knew exactly what she needed, but putting it into words would be too much

"Please what?" Keith persisted, bringing her hips up, just so she could feel his tip right at her entrance. Everything was so wet down there, she knew their fluids were now one. It would be so easy for him to just thrust his pelvis and slip in…

"Do it," her voice was barely a whisper. Emma leaned in to rest her forehead against his, trying to hold on. Her hips attempted a bold move, only to be stopped by his grasp. "Naughty girl… Enlighten me. What do you want me to do?"

"You know what I want," she bit her lips, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Please... Don't make me say it."

"Oh, but it's so fun to make you beg," Keith pushed past her tight first inch, nesting the mushroom of his cock inside her pussy, but keeping it still. "Beg."

Emma whimpered. Her arms hurt with the need to move, and so did her hips. Her thighs trembled, and so did her walls around him. She really was powerless, even standing on top of him.

Her eyes closed as she gathered courage to murmur in his ear.

"Fuck me..."

[bakersgrief]

Keith reading thirst posts about him but there's the added challenge of trying to figure out which of them it was directed toward.

[katriniac]

Enjoy these 2 whole minutes of Keith freaking out:

(Moments from the Premium Ending of Keith's route in the Ikemen Prince story event "Forever with My Beast")

Obviously Disassociative Identity Disorder is not a joke. That's not what I'm drawing attention to with his spastic internal monologue.

I really love the scenes where Keith panics. And not just because of Alter!Keith. He panics when he stumbles, trips, knocks things over, mumbles, or does anything else embarrassing in front of Emma or the Rhodolite princes.

It's not that I ENJOY his suffering.

What I love is that Cybird put a hapless man with severe self-esteem issues in an otome game and expect us to romance him.

Do you know how satisfying that is?

To see a self-conscious person struggle with their worth, and then find love in spite of their perceived shortcomings?

Isn't that wonderful?

He's not the typical hero, nor the "bad boy", nor the oresama. He's just an anxious, shy nerd with loads of baggage. Not only does he have to compete for Emna's attention among a dozen eligible hotties, but he also has to battle against himself -- his other self -- to spend time with her.

I keep telling myself I'm not smitten with him, that I'm not attracted to him as a love interest. I insist that he's only fascinating as a game character.

And yet ...

Maybe I'm just lying to myself?

Or could I just be so deeply rooted in his corner cheering him on because I NEED to see him succeed, and somehow I've internalized that into a feeling to equates to affection?

I dunno. I'll leave the armchair psychoanalysis for another day.

I guess I just wanted to gush about Keith. 💚

[aquagirl1978]

Hello! Can i please ask for alter!keith+flower crowns+🌸?

The Stars at Night - Keith Howell x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of the Spring Showers Spring Flowers event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess

Pairing: Alter!Keith x Reader

Prompt: flower crowns

Tags: fluff

“Amazing, isn't it?” Keith leaned casually against the stone wall as he watched you, his frame long and lean, his golden eyes glowing in the moon's soft light.

Gone was the shy and apologetic prince you were so used to during the day. The Keith that was standing before you now exuded a confidence and sexiness that was so often hidden away. 

Too often hidden away.

His eyes narrowed as he gazed at you, his pupils pinpoints in an amber glow. Bathed in moonlight, the night sky his backdrop, Keith had never looked more handsome. Feeling your cheeks flush, you tilted your face skywards, looking up at the stars above.

“Watch it,” Keith warned. “You’re going to lose that if you keep looking up that way.”

Your hand reached for your head, your fingers touching the crown of flowers that rested atop your head. In all the excitement of stargazing, you had almost forgotten about your flower crown.

*****

Keith had purchased it earlier in the day for you. He had invited you to a spring festival, an annual tradition in Jade. As you strolled through the festival, Keith had purchased some of his favorite local treats to share with you. At the end of the day, you spotted a quaint flower cart, one whose blooms were so bright they caught your eye.

Keith asked you to stay where you were as he approached the flower cart. He spoke with an amiable white-haired man whose kind eyes were only eclipsed by his kind smile. You couldn’t hear a word they were saying, so you stood there patiently, awaiting Keith’s return.

“Close your eyes,” he asked as he approached. Doing as he said, you were surprised to feel him brushing your bangs to the side. Opening your eyes, you found him placing the most glorious flower crown atop your head. 

“I was going to purchase you a bouquet,” Keith started as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “But that nice man said you were so beautiful. Like a princess. And needed a crown. So he made you this.”

You had to admit, you had never seen such a lovely arrangement of flowers. The shades of pinks, yellows, and blush complemented the dress you were wearing perfectly. 

“That man certainly has a way with flowers,” you commented. Keith nodded and turned, waving to the man before offering you his elbow, ready to escort you back to the palace.

*****

“My crown,” you whispered, your fingers ghosting the crown’s delicate petals, its floral fragrance still faint all these hours later. 

“Why don’t we try this?” Keith pushed himself away from the wall and approached you. Taking your hand in his, he led you to a nearby telescope. Standing behind you, he peered into the lens, searching for a particular constellation. 

“Here, take a look.”

Leaning over, you shut one eye as you looked through the telescope. You couldn’t control the loud gasp you let out when you saw the blanket of stars in your vision. Keith’s arm snaked around your waist as his body pressed against yours. 

His breath was hot on your skin as he whispered into your ear. “If you look straight ahead, you’ll see –” 

“I see it!” you exclaimed, interrupting Keith excitedly. 

You tilted your face towards his, his smile as bright as the stars at night. “Thank you,” you whispered. “For taking me to the festival. For the flower crown. For showing me the stars.” Feeling bold, you inched closer to him and pressed a kiss on his warm lips. 

Keith tightened his arm around you, tugging your body closer to his.

“If you really want to thank me, stay with me tonight.”

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[fingerless-glovez]

Super angsty drawing of this guy I've been obsessed with for the past week

[xxsycamore]

I'm ready to place my final request!

I'm so, so sorry I'm only asking Keith (he's really my one and only), but I need to see 👔 with him (which one of him? You decide!).

If it's too much Keith for your taste, feel free to dismiss some or all of my requests, okay? Love you anyway!

Thank you so much!

Oh that's not too much Keith for my taste at all, don't worry~ 🤭Love you too!!!❤❤❤ You're so sweet and considerate, I appreciate it!

[👔] 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝…

KEITH:

"Oh, what do we have here? Have you missed me that much?"

You're startled by the man leaning in to whisper in your ear behind the couch. The few seconds it takes for you to realize he's referring to the white coat draped over your front serves as cementing Keith's guess, much to your dismay.

Haphazardly, you make up a half-truth of feeling cold and using his coat to block the early evening chill until you wait for his return. Keith only smirks as if able to see right through you with those piercing golden eyes - before closing them to sweeten his expression.

"Why, you should keep it. I don't fancy you catching a cold. But let's get you properly wrapped in it first to ensure you're nice and warm."

The words spill smoothly from Keith's lips as if he's not about to give you a heart attack where you've already felt flushed from the moment he rejoined your side. Now he's taking his coat from your grasp with a brush of knuckles over your own, and he's signaling you to push your back off the couch with a gentle palming of your shoulder... he touches you briefly on another two or three occasions in the process of making you put on his coat, but you somehow make it out alive. Just barely.

"That's better, isn't it? Again, please keep it. You can give it back to me when we see each other again, whenever that may be."

Later in the evening, the moon has traveled a little further in the night sky, and you've traveled a little too far away from Keith for his own liking, but he had to bid you goodnight. The moonlight witnesses the twist to his expression as he smirks to himself again, the poison yellow in his gaze gleaming in the dark.

The truth is, you can't really keep that coat. Prince Keith has a veeery important event to attend tomorrow, and he'll be needing it because of the dress code.

His other self should be triumphant - another great opportunity to see you, so soon at that - isn't that great? And he did something so gentlemanly just now. The morning seems promising.

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[wordycheeseblob]

Yandere alter!Keith

[floydsteeth]

Happy birthday keiths!!!!!! >:3

[violettduchess]

Hello Duchess! Losing my mind over your soft!Keith kiss.

I’d so love to see you do alter!Keith, and Sariel if you felt like it ☺️♥️

A/N: Well, a few people asked for Alter!Keith. And I had the time....so here we are!

Alter!Keith (Dark Keith?) x reader

Just for the sake of clarity: reader is fully on board with everything. There is nothing he does that isn't consensual.

Word Count: 493

He approaches, a predator with eyes that glitter as it weaves its way through dark foliage. You know better than to look directly into the sun, but you can't help but stare into those golden eyes when he reaches you. There is nothing but intent burning in them, bright as Bengal fire. They roam your face as his gloved hands slide up your shoulders. Possessive. Confident. In total control. One hand snakes its way around the back of your neck, pulling you closer. The other finds long locks of your hair and winds them around his fingers. 

Your name is a sound born of hunger, a low growl in the back of his throat that sends a shiver rolling through your body like thunder. He pulls your head upwards with the slightest tug. You allow your body to bend like a willow reed, your face tilted up towards his, eager and already breathless at the promise written in the sharp curve of his smile.

There is no warning. No gentle drops of rain or light snowfall. There is only the storm as it descends and claims you. His grip on you tightens while his mouth opens, ready and ravenous. There is barely time to breathe, barely time to respond as he sets out to devour you. His kiss is comprised of lips and teeth and tongue, voracious and unyielding. Every movement of his mouth sets another fire and sends it burning through your veins, as if they were filled with ether instead of blood. You can only hold on, your hands gripping the strong muscles of his upper arms, a lifeline in the face of raging winds and an inferno of want.

He breaks away from your mouth, licking his lips, his breath hot and ragged. His eyes are a turbulent, golden blaze, restless as he looks for the next place to feast. His hand leaves your neck to push up into your hair, freeing strands from their prison of ribbons and pins. Then he bends his tall body down, his mouth finding the sensitive slope of your neck, staking a claim there. Sharp teeth scrape over your skin, a hot mouth sucks hard and you are spinning, a wild cyclone of blistering desire let loose within the strong confines of his arms. You hardly recognize the sounds leaving your lips, whimpers and gasps and the drumbeat of his name, over and over, like a blacksmith’s forging hammer striking an anvil. 

This is no gentleman. He would tear the clothes from your body here and now. He would ravage you until there was nothing left but smoldering ashes. And you would let him. You would let him again and again and again.

It is only the sound of voices, those cold, sobering reminders of other people, that stays his hands. That lifts his covetous mouth from your feverish skin. His chest rises and falls, heavy with frustration. 

He reaches up, soothes his thumb over your red lips, lips that tremble from the wreckage of his passion.

Soon, that touch declares. Soon.

💋

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