#A little hurt comfort with Clavis

[riveranova]

youre headcanons were so funny, could you do more please? there is this trend on tiktok where girlfriends film their boyfriends sleeping positions, can you do that but with the ikemen prince guys?

and female reader please and thank you!💗💗

A/N: I know EXACTLY what you mean! So sorry for the long wait, here you go! <3

I also made this Gender Neutral because there is no mention of any gender. I hope thats fine!

IkePri's Sleeping positions! x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: A teensie bit suggestive, pure crack to be honest, Nokto

Characters: Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Sariel, Rio, Clavis, Notko, Ikemen Prince

Word Count: 610

Gilbert von Obsidian

- Still - LIke, he doesn't move - He scares the shit out of you because he's literally cold and unmoving - Literally laying there like 🧍🏻 - WILL make fun of you if you panic and wake him up - He's a little shit, obviously he thinks that your crying face is adorable - Do you honestly think that he'd go out like that? - Do you even love him? - It's not that? Ahh, so you doubt him. - ''I'm hurt, little rabbit. I think I need to remind you how alive I truly am, heehee...''

Silvio Ricci

-This man is a prick - If you sleep in the same bed as him, I'm sorry - Will 100% not only steal your blankets and throw them to the floor but will also take up all the space in your bed - I don't think he's completely silent when he sleeps but he doesn't snore either - More like.. really loud breathing - My dog breathes really loud when he's sleeping well - Hold on.. Silvios crest- - I rest my case.

Keith Howell

-I'm pretty sure that he's a silent sleeper - There is one big problem, uh tall problem - Tall. He's very tall. (I'm 181cm, I feel the pain) - I'd imagine that he has trouble sleeping in small beds because of his height - Poor guy is completely folded next to you so that you have some space - His back pain must be horrible, oh dear - Now, his alter is a different story - I think he'd just pull you onto him - He's tall and strong, he can be your bed <3

Sariel Noir

-Does he even sleep - I think the question with him isn't how he sleeps but how you find him sleeping - His job is hard and trying to keep the chaos (Clavis & Nokto, really) in check is a lot - Falls asleep on his desk, mostly - Hunched over his papers, the candle already out and cold for a long time - This man has chronic back pain, that isn't even up for debate - Wakes up easily and decides to follow you into bed

Rio Ortiz

-I think he doesn't sleep much either - For him, I think it's because he just has too much energy - He just loves to get everything ready for you to start your day, he knows you work so, so hard - But even this battery needs some charging sometimes - Can and will sit down on a chair, sleep (sitting straight up) for an hour and wake up as if he slept a week - Has no back pain either - What is his secret? We will never know

Clavis Lelouch

-Okay. - We know that this idiot doesn't even have a bed in his room - When he does sleep, he just throws himself into his couch and sleep like that - Because when he's tired.. He's TIRED - Hangs off of the side of the couch like not quite dried paint - Cyran covers him with a blanket sometimes but doesn't bother most of the time because Clavis just plucks it off in his sleep - Doesn't sleep very long or very deep, he has a tight schedule after all! Haha! Ahaha! Haa.. poor Sariel.

Nokto Klein

-:I - I think we all know where this is going - Look, I know he's not ALL about women and sex - But he's MOSTLY about it and I'm pretty sure he doesn't even care where he falls asleep - Literally falls asleep with his arms in postions that do NOT look comfortable - Don't worry tho, just pluck his arms from under whatever bodypart they are and lay him down normally - Deep sleeper, 100% - Has mastered THE nap. Like the one where you wake up and you have imprints of your clothes

Thank you for reading, requests are always open!

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Portrait of a Gentleman Through the looking glass

Portrait of a gentleman Through the looking glass

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Clavis x MC

Prompt : Ludus & Pragma

Part of : Shapes of Love Creation Challenge hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

Tag: Hurt Comfort Disguise Insecurity Reassurance Angst Fluff

Word Count : 3.415

Author’s Note: Mirrors can show a lie and reflect the truth at the same time, of facade and reality twisted and twirled so strongly to melt in one to any untrained gaze

But any mask will show, sooner or later, cracks so little to left people wondering were the real truth is ?

It is the bright confidence or the rare moment of vulnerability of an heart wounded too deeply to be concealed any longer ?

The truth is in the middle and she has all intention to see it for herself, accept him as no one else ever did, showing him a world where the things he believed impossible are indeed possible.

A world where she won't shy away from loving him unconditionally.

offering bliss to an afternoon filled with memories and insecurities resurfacing to inflict anguish over his battered and bruised heart.

The same she won't shy away from healing with her words, revealing the truth of what he is for her, revealing the truth of the undeniable, playful, deep, bond they share together linked by the red string of love. 🥰

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

There was a mirror in every bedroom of the palace, this was far from being a secret, everyone had a different relation with it and the images it reflected, emblems of how appearances are often crafted to be a mask, to hide and protect what was inside and what should remain concealed to prying eyes … and I was no exception.

 Flashback

 “Who do you see ?” 

 The first question she asked me when she dragged me next to her in front of the mirror echoed in my mind.

I was so hesitant to show her my room, but she was way too curious to see it, and truth to be told I am so weak for her puppy eyes I, reluctantly, decided to open myself a bit more, only with her though.

As predicted she didn’t judge anything about the room furniture, like the total absence of a bed, or about me … and yet I couldn’t help but feel a prickle of annoyance at the meticulous attention she was paying to the looking glass instead of me.

It’s not like I didn’t wish for her to explore my room to her liking … but honestly the mirror is, in my humble opinion, the least attractive furniture of them all.

I chuckle to myself, hiding the bitter reason for my statement behind a carefully crafted smile as nothing of what I think and feel shall be revealed on the surface.

It took me ages to accomplish it, but my effort paid off since I managed to fool everyone. 

But not her.

She really was special to have seen through it, and nowadays, I still can’t say in all honesty if I am happy or not of that skill of hers.

Present

 I sigh heavily, throwing my cape and gloves on the armchair, slumping ungracefully on the sofa.

It was a long and tiring day and, even though I would gladly doze off, I can't because work has not finished for me yet.

Moreover, my mind had the worst timing with making that memory resurface, as if I was not already in a bad mood.

 -Who do you see ?

 Indeed, what a naive question this is, I chuckle trailing lazily my gaze on the looking glass, standing in a corner of the room where he always was.

Dull and useless like me.

 -The best prince in the Kingdom, a handsome gentleman loved by all, a true trickster who always finds a way to spice things up with a brilliant mind that can rival everyone.

 I answer the question myself, all the while my heart beats painfully in my chest at the effort this show off is taking me this time, unusually so.

 The ever present smile on my lips felt tighter, I noticed it from the way my cheeks ached, but 

there is no one around to fool, I have no need for it any more, and so I let it fall

 In a haste I undo my jacket and neck tie, whose suffocating feelings it’s beginning to get on my nerves.

 I sigh heavily, leaning against the soft cushions, my gaze falling on a weirdly sewn plush next to my leg.

A bitterness not stranger to me invades my heart as I pick it up.

She said she loved it so much more than any normal one … and yet I couldn’t manage to feel completely happy with it.

 The crooked smile on it makes my heart waver as tears swell in my eyes, rolling softly down my cheeks.

 I ignore the trembling of my arms as I squeeze it gently against my chest, suffocating my sobs in its soft pink fur caressing what should have been its face, with trembling fingers, clutching it as I let its sweet scent invade my nostrils.

 A heavy, shaking sigh escapes my lips as I lower the plus, holding it close to my heart.

I stayed there catching my breath when a glimpse of light caught my attention, flickering on the looking glass eliciting me to follow it. 

 -Who do you see ?

 It’s tone demanding and authoritative, not admitting a shallow reply of sort nor accepting to remain answerless.

And so I do, I let my bleeding heart answer this one while my mind whispers in my head that all I am saying now it’s true and nothing will ever change that.

 -A mediocre fool, the pathetic shadow of a genius, a silly and dumb bother no one wants to deal with, a messy prince and nothing more.

 At that moment I heard the door cracking open, panic settled in my heart.

The options are either her or Cyran, and right now it’s not the ideal moment for either.

Noiselessly I dry my face on my sleeves, hoping, perhaps in vain, to conceal my reddened eyes and puffy cheeks even though I know both of them will see through it because, for as much as I feel to be undeserving of, they care about me.

From my hiding spot, behind my armchair, I spy on the intruder coming dangerously closer, I hold my breath hoping to not be spotted … but in vain.

 “Here you are.” I slide away from my spot, standing up to greet her.

I try to play it as a joke, but my voice sounds so feeble even to my ears, pathetically so.

“Ahahah did you miss me so much my darling?”

“Of course. I checked the whole castle to find you.”

A troubled sensation began to prickle its way to my heart.

I didn’t deserve such attention, I am not worthy of it … and yet it warmed my heart knowing to be so truly loved.

“I missed you too.” My heartfelt confession, that sounded so needy to my ears, seem to please her, strangely so, while a smile so bright to outshine the sun curl her rosy lips.

“You could have picked me up any time, you know that ?”

“I think Sariel would be even stricter with you if I did.”

“Then let him be, after all there will be nothing I would rather do than to be with you when you need me.”

Her words left me speechless, she must have picked up on my mood, but ever thoughtful, she didn’t comment on it.

She really is way too sweet and kind for me, and yet there is no one I will let steal her away from me.

Mindless I lost myself in her hug, tightening my arms around her form, leaning my forehead on her shoulder inhaling her sweet scent, balm on every scar of my battered and bruised heart.

In an instant, before I could register where we were going, she led me in front of the mirror.

The same that tormented me since I entered the room. 

I really wish to protest … in my own way, but the mischievous glimmer in her eyes told me she has a plan of her own, one I am awfully curious to discover.

“Who do you see ?”

I am about to answer her question, but she cut me short.

 “Tell me my wonderful prince, my kind lover, my affectionate gentleman, my astounding genius. Who do you see ?”

 Her words hit home, warming me to the core, over flooding my heart with all the love I have only for her. 

Gently I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug she didn’t shy away to reciprocate.

Reluctantly I slide away, mustering all my courage to turn to look at the once so loathed, looking glass.

I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, and for once I see someone I am proud of.

I greet him with a smile, maybe a bit more crooked but honest and what is taken away from perfection, it is made up in brightness as I stare at our reflection side by side in that shiny golden frame like a portrait I would never get tired of admiring.

It would be impossible and beyond foolish trying to hide the affection swelling in my eyes as I tighten my arm around her waist, feeling her soft purr of delight as she nuzzles into my chest, leaving a tender kiss on my heart, racing wildly only for her, affection I do my best to convey leaving a kiss of my own on her soft curls, gawking in awe at the soft smile curling her lips brightening up her already gorgeous features.

My voice is laced with emotions as I give her the answer she is yearning to hear. 

“Me.”

Her warm sweet voice caressing my skin, melting me to the core, leaving me astounded from the love she is showering me in.

I really don’t know what to do with myself, in a daze I grasp her hand as an anchor amidst the waves of emotions washing over me, keeping it close to my heart.

The gentle touch of her fingers trailing softly on my half unbuttoned shirt sensually sliding to brush over my chest are driving me crazy, but I didn’t mind.

Shamelessly I give in to her desire, indulging in the delicious sensation of my heart racing widely in my chest as she continues to praise me with words sweeter than honey pouring over each crack in my heart, healing it as my scars become but a distant memory.

“The most wonderful man I have ever met.”

My voice becomes hoarse with all the affection overflowing in me, and yet only now I manage to find enough courage to show everything of me to her exactly as I am, paying no mind to the way my hand trembles around hers, smiling as I feel her delicate fingers squeezing it softly.

“The one you successfully stole the heart from.”

I raise her hand in mine brushing my lips on her knuckles in a gallant kiss revelling in the way she giggled at my touch, meeting her bright earnest eyes as she looked up at me

“The one and only one who has stolen mine, but I don't mind, and you ?”

“Not at all.” I smile, brushing my nose with hers, admiring the unbounded happiness shine in her gaze mirror of my own.

“You are bright like a star, I know you can outshine everyone else, so now come here my precious boy and let me bask in your light. You are the true genius, the only one in my eyes.”

Her voice sweet temptation fanning warm on my lips as she gazed straight into my eyes.

“You are the only one my heart desires.”

Unable to wait any longer standing still I melt my lips on hers, hoping to convey all the love and devotion I have for her deep sealed in my heart, savouring every inch of her lips, ravaging her mouth groaning in delight at feeling her eagerly returning my kiss, swallowing her moans as I entwine my tongue with hers.

Gently holding her against me gently curling my fingers on her hips, sighing dreamily at her delicate fingers clutching tightly my shirt, in a vain attempt to stray herself among the unbounded passion enrapturing us in its spires.

Reluctantly, we pulled away, laughing like fools as we looked into each other's eyes, glimmering with happiness with carefree smiles on our lips.

I lean my forehead to hers, wrapping my arm around her as I cup her face in my hand, brushing softly my thumb over her rosy cheeks, gazing in her eyes I lost track of time, but before I could do lose myself too I am at least able to offer her a heartfelt confession of my feelings.

“I love you from the bottom of my heart, my bunny.” 

Her delicate fingers, soft like feathers as they brushed over my swollen lips, tracing my smile at her lovely words. 

“I love you to madness, my leopard.”

 At the sound of a suffused music swirling in the room from the open window a soft smile curl her lips and in an instant I am pulled in an improvised dance, the sweet notes of the piano guiding our waltz around the room, my eyes mirroring the tender affection swirled in that colourful gemstone her eyes were as her soft locks billow around her pretty visage.

In a crescendo of emotions, we reach the sublime height of unconditional love in tune with the climax of that ethereal music that envelops us in our own little world.

 “If only you saw through my eyes you would see what you are to me. ” Her words filled my heart with affection, brushing away all my demons.

“I see it, now you are here with me.” I murmur softly, returning the tender smile she offers me as she looks up at me, reaching to brush her soft fingers on my cheek the same I lean in her hand, smiling at the tenderness of her caress.

I never believed the day would have come when I would have let myself be vulnerable but here we are, my barrier crumbled in ruins scattered all over, while the sun of her acceptance shone brighter than ever straight to my heart beating only for her, my one and only love that broke the lock of my chains setting me free.

“You are a great prince, the best for me. The only one I would never get tired of singing the praise of.”

“Dearie me, this could be a problem. If you begin this challenge, I think I shall begin to gush over you even more everywhere we go.”

“Hahaha. You already do Clavis, a bit more and Sariel will throw the both of us out of the palace.”

“Well, It’s not such a bad fate if we are in it together. What do you think of it, my lovely accomplice ?”

“ I will go to the end of the world with you.”

“You really do know how to make me crazy about you, don’t you ?”

A dreamy sigh escape that sweet lips of hers who never fail to make me smile, as I entwine my fingers with hers basking in the radiance of her smile as she gazed up at me with her gorgeous eyes so full of affection coaxing me to give in to her love …. and so I do.

“I think the same way, my adorable little bunny.” I playfully tap my digit on the tip of her nose, eliciting tingling giggles from her soft lips.

“After all, remember that I have a Kingdom of my own where we could escape.”

“It sounds so romantic … but I bet it would be even better if someone, let’s say the King himself, would change all the locks without giving anyone else the keys.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you are ?”

A gaze at her malicious smirk coupled with the sensual allure shining in her eyes enraptured me, eliciting me to satisfy her desire, as if I could ever be capable of breaking off from the spell she put on me. 

“What a delightful idea my love, indeed I have to admit you are more naughty than you seem.”  I brush my fingers sultrily on her lips, seeing a glimmer of lust in her gorgeous gaze, stifling a groan at the playful bite of her teeth on my digit, warmed by her breath.

“I can’t possibly refuse such a tempting offer, can I ? A vacation to spend locked in our palace really does seem like a dream come true.”

With a soft dreamy sigh I feel her nuzzling in my chest, while her fingers begin to play with my buttons sliding them off from their holes, before rubbing her cheek on my skin, peppering little soft kisses on it, making me giggles at her impromptu tickles.

“I can’t wait.”

By the time we finished dancing the sun had already set, normally I would have proceeded to spend part of the night working on my duty … but for her, I will do an exception.

Since she asked me nicely to take care of myself, and get enough sleep, I started to do my best to follow her advice, after all I would never do something, purposefully, to upset her.

The idea of seeing her unhappy makes my blood run cold, freezing with the fear she will give up on me for someone better … like Chevalier.

The mere image of my lover together with him troubles me deeply.

I shook my head to brush away such thoughts, leaning to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at the sight of that bashful smile curling her lips as a light rosy blush spread on her soft cheeks, I offer her a carefree smile as we resume laughing and chatting like old time friends under the soft warm covers of her bed. 

Furthermore, I mentally sign myself a note to buy a comfortable bed before she moves in with me, big enough to room two persons because, in all honesty, I can’t have her sleep on the couch and neither can I deprive myself of the pleasure of drifting asleep next to her and wake up each morning staring at her gorgeous face.

I see her stifling a yawn as she shifts closer to me, looking straight into my eyes like she is ready for some big revelation.

“You need to sleep too.” I can’t help but stifle a giggle at the seriousness in her expression, for real I was expecting something else, but evidently this matter is important enough for her to be ready to give me a lecture if I didn’t listen, and obeyed her.

The thought she cares about me so much makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside, melting me to the core.

Instinctively, I wrap my arms a bit tighter around her little frame, smiling fondly as she cocooned better in my hug.

“I would far prefer looking at my gorgeous lover all night long.” 

I would never admit it to her, but she really is too adorable, in everything she did, even when she pouts at me like that.

“Ahahah dearie me, I see my wonderful fiancée is not thrilled by the idea.”

“Not even one bit.” 

I almost gave up fighting sleep when I heard her slurred voice murmur.

“I feel lonely when you don’t hug me.”

Seriously exactly when I think I am already head over heels for her, she found a way to prove me wrong, at this rate I couldn’t go anywhere without her, and I am sure like she wouldn’t complain about it.

I really underestimate the power my little enchantress had on me.

“Don’t worry, my princess, your prince is here to warm you up, so … you won’t feel lonely any more.” 

With utmost care, I lean my lips reverently on her hair in a tender kiss, conveying in the light brush of my fingers on her cheeks all the love and devotion I feel for her.

My little bunny rabbit, my prank-partner, my lovely fiancée, my princess, my Queen.

In one word, the love of my life.

The only one I would devote my entire life to love.

The only one I would have done everything to see her smile

The only one I would have crafted any prank to see laugh ever so mirthfully.

The only one I would have spared no effort to make the happiest girl that there ever was.

In one word, my only one.

Unaware of the hour I stand there bathing in my love soaked bliss, admiring her gorgeous features shine as an ever graceful smile curls her soft lips, strangely so I can’t bear to stay away from her for even a moment.

It really is incredible the effects she has on me, it could be an interesting subject of study.

My coherent thoughts scatter to the four winds as I wrap my arms around her, leaning to leave a gentle kiss on her forehead, ready to join her in our dreamland.

“Good night, my princess.”

“Good night my leopard.”

Our tale would have continued on, those of a leopard that fell in love with a bunny, to show no matter the appearance lovers destined to be will always find a way to get together, to craft a story worthy to be in a book, only our to be written with the magic power of love.

[writingwhimsey]

Hi. For your prompt list may I request Clavis and "Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?" I would prefer straight smut please. Thank you.

Thank you for the request! And I knew as soon as I saw this one that I HAD to do it. I mean...that line is oh so Clavis! Anyway, here we are my first smut fic for Clavis!

Smut Is In The Air Event

Suitor: ikepri Clavis

Prompt: "Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?"

NSFW 18+ content below

One Dark and Stormy Night

Clavis had traveled from the palace to visit the estate of a noble in the countryside. He had dragged Emma along with him, insisting that she needed to go to fulfill her duties as Belle. The visit with the noble had lasted later than expected and not long into their journey home, the weather had taken a turn for the worse.

The carriage could go no further for the night. Thankfully they had at least made it into a small town and were close to an inn. The pair made a mad dash inside through a torrential downpour and were greeted by a kindly old innkeeper, who greeted them with a smile.

“Oh you poor dears!” She exclaimed. 

“It is a bit of a downpour out there.” Emma said. “We are just lucky we were able to make it to your inn.”

“And you’re in luck that I happen to have a room available.” She said, smiling as she turned around to grab a key. “Come this way.”

“A room?” Emma asked, catching onto the innkeeper’s words.

“Yes, dear. I have one last room available. I hope that won’t be a problem?” The old woman replied.

Clavis was then beaming at the old woman as he wrapped an arm around Emma’s shoulders. “Of course it won’t be a problem. Will it, dearest?” He was then looking at Emma, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Emma’s cheeks reddened. She was ready to push Clavis away, but then she saw the look of concern on the innkeeper’s face. While she didn’t particularly like the idea of having to share a room with Rhodlite’s Clown Prince…she really didn’t have any other options…and nor did she want the old woman thinking that Clavis was a scoundrel trying to hurt Emma in any way.

She may not always enjoy Clavis’s antics…but she knew he wouldn’t actually do anything to harm her. She also knew if he tried something and she said no, he would accept that no.

“Not a problem.” Emma admitted.

Clavis grinned and the old lady smiled as she led them down the hall and up a flight of stairs. They soon arrived at the room, the old woman telling them where they could locate towels and extra blankets and such.

Once she left, the pair were walking into the room, looking around. Emma felt her eyes widen. “Oh…come on…”

“Oh no, there is only one bed! What will we do now?” Clavis asked, in that exaggerated tone of his.

“Sleep.” Emma answered, looking up at him with a stern expression. She then went over to the closet and pulled out the extra pillows and blankets the innkeeper had told them about. She made a little nest of blankets on the floor. “As the gentleman, you can take the floor while I take the bed.”

Clavis chuckled. “Oh come now, where’s your sense of adventure my dear little bunny?”

Emma glared. “I’m going to go dry off and change into some dry clothes. I suggest you do the same.” She then headed for the small bathroom off of their suite and dried herself with some towels and changed into the spare clothes that were left, a thin white night shirt. Unfortunately for her, the night shirt only came to about her midthigh.

“Ugh…why?” Emma grumbled to herself. It’s not like she had much of a choice. She took a deep calming breath before exiting the room. Clavis was already changed and to Emma’s surprise was making himself comfortable on the floor bed she had just made for him.

Clavis looked up at her when he heard the door open. And despite being a gentleman, he felt himself sucking in a breath as some very ungentleman-like thoughts filled his mind at the sight of Emma’s bare legs.

“Clavis? Are you alright over there?” Emma asked, pulling down on the hem of the nightshirt she wore…the very thin nightshirt. Her cheeks were reddening in a manner Clavis found rather adorable.

“I’m just fine little bunny.” Clavis replied. “Though I am starting to think you should allow me to join you in the bed.”

“What?! No, that…that won’t be necessary!” Emma replied. She was then diving into the bed and pulling the covers up over herself, all the way to her chin. “That was NOT very gentlemanly of you to suggest.” She huffed at him.

Clavis chuckled as he rose from his nest of blankets on the floor. “Oh, but it is, my dear little bunny. The only reason I suggested it was for your comfort and safety.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at Clavis. “That seems like it would be for quite the opposite.”

“My dear little bunny, I noticed how thin and short that nightshirt is and these blankets aren’t much better.” Clavis said as he slowly began to slide himself into the bed, slipping ever so slyly under the covers next to Emma. “It’s a chilly rainy night. I wouldn’t want you catching your death of cold. And having my warm body next to yours will only help keep you warm through the long cold night.”

Emma couldn’t help but to notice…the bed did already feel warmer with Clavis next to her. He was right that it was chilly… “Alright…but if you try ANYTHING, I am kicking you back on the floor.”

“You have my word as a gentleman and a prince.” Clavis replied, reaching for Emma’s hand and placing a kiss on the back, his golden gaze on her.

Emma wasn’t sure why, but she felt herself warming even more from the gaze Clavis gave her. Her heart began to beat faster…and his lips seemed to linger on the back of her hand, the gentle kiss lasting longer than any other hand kiss she had ever received. “Clavis…”

Clavis pulled his lips from her hand, a sultry smile on his face. “Yes, Emma…”

Emma bit her lower lip before speaking again. “I…maybe…I wouldn’t kick you out…”

Clavis grinned. “Is that an invitation?” He asked, lifting a hand to gently stroke her cheek. “There are other ways to share body heat after all…”

“Oh…dammit.” Emma muttered, deciding to throw caution to the wind. She surprised herself and Clavis both by grabbing onto the front of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

Clavis froze only a moment before wrapping his arms around Emma and moving his lips with hers. He experimented a moment, sliding his tongue out to trace along the line of her lips. She parted them on a sigh and he slid his tongue inside.

Emma responded, meeting his tongue with hers. She felt Clavis’s hand move down her back, sliding over her ass, and, before resting on her thigh and pulling it up and hooking over his hip as he rolled them over so that he was now on top of her.

After a small eternity, Clavis broke the kiss and pulled back to look at Emma, naked desire in his eyes. Emma felt breathless from the kiss and from the look in those golden eyes. “Clavis…” She breathed, her voice thick with her own desire. She had tried to keep a distance between herself and Clavis…but it never seemed to work and now…now she wanted to be as close to him as you could be to another person.

“Emma…” Clavis said, his voice husky. He’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Emma right now. His desire for her was even stronger than his desire to beat his brother. He moved completely on instinct, following the will of his desires, caressing her beautiful legs with his hands before positioning his head between her thighs.

Clavis kissed up her inner thigh, first one side and then the other. Lips, teeth, and tongue lavished her skin in unbridled affection, causing Emma’s pulse to quicked and her skin to flush. Her thighs trembled as he inched ever closer to her core, which seemed to ache for attention, but she wasn’t brave enough to ask.

Clavis’s eyes met hers as he placed yet another kiss on her thigh. He could see what she wanted in her eyes and he smiled before moving to her core. He placed an experimental kiss on her lower lips, which made her jump ever so slightly and a small exclamation leave her parted lips…which was how Clavis knew he could continue.

He licked a stripe up her slit before setting his tongue to work on that little pleasure pearl between her legs. Shockwaves of electric pleasure rocked through Emma’s body as Clavis devoured her. Her hips began to buck of their own accord, grinding against his face.

“Cl-Clavis! Oh…yes!” She moaned as pleasure wracked her body. 

Spurred on by her moans, Clavis relished the taste of Emma and continued to lap at her. He moved his hands to grip her thighs as they rested on his shoulders, holding them in place. He continued his ministrations until he felt Emma’s thighs tighten around his head and she was letting out the longest and loudest moan yet, his name the only word leaving her mouth, as her release rocked through her.

“Clavis!”

Clavis continued, drawing her release out before slowly pulling away, giving her core one last kiss before he began to kiss back up the front of her body, feeling her warmth even through the thin fabric of the nightshirt. He came back up to hovering over her, a smile on his face as he looked down at her. “I hope you are ready for more.”

“I…yes…” Emma replied, still breathless and panting from her release.

Clavis grinned at her before stealing her lips in a passionate kiss. The pair were then tearing at each other’s clothes until there were no barriers between them. Pressed tightly together, Clavis slid his length inside Emma, bringing the pair as physically close as any two people could be.

The night continued, Clavis bringing Emma to heights of pleasure she’d never known were possible. He enjoyed the countless cries he earned from her lips each time he filled her. He’d never heard anything more beautiful. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.” Clavis whispered into Emma’s ear as he plunged his cock into her once again. “I don’t want this night to end.”

“Ah…I…I don’t want it to end…either…Clavis.” Emma replied, wrapping her arms around him.

“Then let us share this endless night.” He said before kissing her even as his hips began to thrust, building up their pleasure and indulging in each other all night long.

[cloudcountry]

assigning the ikepri characters love languages with my very limited knowledge of their characters because i thought it would be fun PART TWO

(part one: ikevamp)

sariel had me stumped for like twenty minutes HELP!!! i literally have no idea but uhhhhh hm. acts of service maybe. BUT ALSO WORDS OF AFFIRMATION but not in the cheesy way, in the way where he likes praising mc when she does something well C:

nokto seems like he’d be really touchy or just praise the people he cares about a lot. i’m leaning more towards praise, so words of affirmation? but honestly this man is an enigma i don’t understand HELP

leon is so physical touch coded...i am not sure what it is. he just seems like such a sweetheart that would love holding his lover and swinging them around and touching them in any way he could. very tender vibes :((( he seems so kind.

chevalier.....HMMM CHEVIE..............maybe quality time??? since he doesn't really seem to find other people all that interesting or like spending time with them. since he likes spending time alone, his time might be precious to him and sharing it with his lover could be a big deal. idk HELP

licht is a hard one but i guess physical touch? maybe? but im also getting an acts of service vibe. i know literally nothing about him though except for the fact that his route is really really sad.

clavis has the unfortunate love language of making you horrendous food (okay so yes i might have looked through my friend’s playthrough of him but that means NOTHING okay i still don’t know anything about him SHHHH) ANYWAYS an actual love language...physical touch maybe? i remember seeing somewhere that he's a leg man LMAO

rio is NOT debatable. he is words of affirmation. but yk, whatever love language you want him to have he will have. but seriously just from the prologue alone i’m convinced if words of affirmation had a definition it would just be his face.

jin seems like he would be all for physical touch!! i feel like he's one for words of affirmations too but i think he’d like holding his partner...kinda like leon but with less puppy dog energy???

yves seems like he loves giving quality time!! i’ve played a little bit of his route so obviously i know a bit more about him than i do the others right now but he takes time out of his day to make sure the mc is comfortable. just spending time with them is enough and i think that’s so sweet :C

luke is kinda tough too but i think he’d appreciate quality time? he seems to like being alone for the most part and honestly i can picture him just spending time with his lover whenever he can. he’s another one that seems really sweet honestly :C

gilbert’s love language is killing people for you /j but um actually i think maybe. quality time? vio HELP. i think he likes reading so maybe reading w him in the library. i dunno he’s got me stumped.

keith seems so sweet :(( um i think!! words of affirmation!! he seems like someone that would think he might hurt you if he touched you, so physical touch doesn’t feel right to me. he does seem like the type to whisper a soft “i love you” or hold pinkies.

silvio screams gift giving and i don’t know if this is because nobody else has given me gift giving vibes or because he seems like a rich brat type BUT. gift giving methinks. he jingles and jangles and maybe you should jingle and jangle with him

[midwinterrmemento]

Hi everyone!!

After being quite inactive recently, I am hoping to get back into the habit of writing more regularly, and currently I'm turning my attention back to some old half-written fics that have been sitting in my drafts for ages. If you happen to be scrolling by this post, it would really help me to know which of these stories (if any) you might like to see first!

Because of the word-count limit, I can't explain all the details in the poll, so I'll write them out here:

(IkeVamp) Napoleon hurt/comfort, wherein Napo is the one being hurt/comforted, as he is still struggling to come to terms with his vampirism but constantly reminded of his lost humanity

(IkeRev) Blanc fluff, wherein Oliver is his begrudging wingman, trying to get him and Alice to just confess to each other already because he's annoyed with the mutual pining

(IkePri) Gilbert x Reader who is his knight/attendant, essentially what Cyran is to Clavis (commiserating with Cyran from afar lol)

There are also a couple of AUs I had been putting some thought into:

(IkeRev) AU where Zero was never allowed to join the Red Army, but the Black Army took him in instead, and exploring what that would look like for him

(IkeVamp) AU where the Duke of Wellington is the one who lives in the mansion with MC and the others, and Napoleon is the one who is revived by Vlad and has his mind twisted (very angsty, but Wellington gets to experience peace for a minute)

I am hoping (~hoping~) to get around to all of them eventually, but I would love to know if there is an interest in any of these ideas! I could also post the little pieces of these fics I have already written to test the waters :)

[feathers-nest]

First fic I'm posting directly to this new separate blog.

I still need more practice writing for Prince and this is also my first time attempting to write Clavis, but I thought it would be a good opportunity to try a new suitor.

This will likely be the start of a series of fics, not exactly in chronological order and most of them able to sand alone, of a Magic/Fantasy AU with Water Dragon!Readerx Clavis, inspired by the following event and my slight obsession with magical or non-human characters (is the lack of it why I struggle a little with Prince although I want to write more for it?).

This part was written for:

By @violettduchess

Did I even finish it in time?

The event's prompt being Water and it turned to be the basis of the whole series more so than this specific fic as I didn't have the time to work on the first idea I had.

Series Maserlist // Main Masterlist // Read on AO3

“We could…” Clavis started to suggest, watching the streams of water in the air that dripped over the garden’s plants.

“No.” You interrupted your lover, trying to walk away, but he followed.

You were trying to water the plants that morning - gardening was a good hobby and a good use and training for your newfound powers - when he had approached you.

“What about…”

“No!”

“But it would be interesting, wouldn’t it? And it’s not like anyone would get hurt.”

By his tone of voice, he found your frustration as amusing as whatever ideas he had. Not that you were exactly frustrated, you just wanted him to believe you were.

You finally spun around, looking him in the eyes.

“Clavis, I love you, I go along with a lot of things” both because it was difficult not to let him drag you around and because you were willing to indulge him, “but I will not use my powers to help you on your pranks.” You kissed him, smiling softly.

Ever since you found out your family wasn’t completely human, and that you had water powers, Clavis had been trying to convince you to join him in his pranks. You had no plans to give in, but even you found it amusing to see him try.

“Is this a challenge, my dear?”

“Not at all. I wouldn’t dare challenge you. But you know I’m not comfortable using my powers in such a way, and I know that, although you insist, you wouldn’t force me to.”

“Not comfortable? What about what I saw yesterday with Emma and Linet?”

“It’s different between us. A ladies game. Why do you want me to help you so badly?”

“Is it that strange that I would like to share some fun moments with my lover? You already work so hard, I thought of making your training more interesting.”

In other words, he wanted more time with you. You were surprised, but so touched.

It was true that you had been busier since you discovered these powers, but it had been because of him, too.

“Thank you, Clavis.” You kissed his cheek and held his hand. “Sorry I have been busy, but you don’t need to go that far. I actually wanted to get better at controlling my powers to avoid an incident like last week.”

“So getting me all wet was an accident? I thought it was your way to come on to me.”

“And I was so torn between laughing and staring at how hot you looked all drenched that I just let you think so. But it was an incident. You surprised me and my powers burst out. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, but I wanted that to happen. A small sacrifice to cheer my lover up.”

“Sure.”

You chuckled and stepped closer to him again, but stopped when you felt water dripping into you, freezing when you realized you had gotten distracted when using your powers. The water streams had spread, creating a soft drizzle in the whole garden.

You panicked and tried to retreat them, but when Clavis touched you out of nowhere you nearly jumped and the water burst in all directions, drenching both of you, and by the cries you heard in the background, caught someone else too.

“Was that on purpose, too?”

“No. But it is a hot summer and you look cute with your hair all wet like this.” He pushed a strand of wet hair away from your face.

He really did it on purpose, but you just couldn’t be mad at him. You also reached to adjust his hair, laughing, while Clavis smiled at you.

You should get used to how things were going to be from now on and, sincerely, you didn’t mind much.

Series Maserlist // Main Masterlist

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

IkePri tattos part 2! It's gonna be the main bitches now since we went over the others in part 1

Chevy:

He saw it when he first broke into your room to get away from his annoying brothers and get a moment of peace. He shrugged it off and went to do what he was there for, to read in peace, and be with you i guess.

When the two of you got closer, he softly asked about your tattoo. He obviously looked into what every peice of it meant, chucking at the way you saw yourself, but adorning it, like he adores you.

Once you were done explaining, he just nodded and kissed it. "It just makes you all the more of a fool, putting yourself trough pain to enhance and express your beauty"

Riolo:

He knew about your tattoo before you both made it into the palace. I mean, he sees you as his spouse already-

"Hm? I didn't realize that working in that bookshop makes you really important-" he examined and memorized your tattoo

"Huh? What do you mean?" You looked confused

Rio shrugged a bit "it's quite amazing tough! Perfect match for my future wife!" He grinned brightly at you, like allways

He also had little pawprint tattos on his ankle, he dosent really rember much about them tough

Jin:

He would be one of the first people to notice it. He won't bring it up tough. Why should he?

Even when the two of you get closer, he won't ask about it. He'll listen to whatever you need him to hear tough. He trusts you, so he'll learn eventually.

I think he would get a little intimidated by the tattoo tough depending on what it is of

Clavis:

So, when this man figured out that you have a tattoo, he doodles one onto himself/gets someone else to. Just to see how you would react.

He porpiously gets into a situation where you get to nicely see it (he may or may not be wearing a shirt. It's funny to see you all flusterd when you see him shirtless).

Nokoto:

I think alot of things he finds hot, tattoos are definately one of them.

He will do whatever you want.

If your tattoo comes with a story, he'll listen while traceing it, leaveing little kisses on it.

Don't think you two will be leavei g bed anytime soon tho-

Luke:

I think he sees how strong you are for getting a tattoo and loves you all the more because of it. He would share his story if you tell him yours.

"It shows you lived, like any scrape, scar, and mark on your skin. You have lived, loved, and created some sort of life. It's amazing! You're amazing..."

Yeves:

He has a memorial tattoo of his mother and his caretaker, just to keep them close forever. Like the earing he wears.

When he sees your tattoo, he dosent pry into it. He dosent wish to do anything to accidentally harm you if he does. He will just adore it quietly.

Licht:

Probably noticed it last. He has been avoiding you.

But when the time has come when he does see it, I think he is about the least rational. He gets worried that you got hurt to get this, or that someone branded you, or something.

He doesn't get why his anxieties are overwhelmed by this, but it is. So he sternly asks, listening to your awnser.

He would probably just, hold you after he learned. He wants you to just be safe... that's all...

Sariel:

He was a little surprised when he caught sight of your tattoo for the first time. But he was quick to shake it off, for now. He was there to help you dress properly afterall.

Then you started to nerviously ramble about your tattoo, and he just found that adorable. So he entertained you and listened to what you had to say about it.

"I don't think there has been another Belle with a tattoo, but I can see if there was one if you wish, so you can feel a little more comfortable in this role." He offerd a smile

"That would be nice.." you nodded a bit, glad he wasn't being judgemental of it.

To tease you, he kissed where your tattoo was before he left you to your devices so you can do your makeup and hair.

[nightghoul381]

|ω･)ﾉ👉👈 could i get some fluffy comfort pwetty pweaseeee(´,,•ω•,,)♡ mm, mc/emma is just… having a bad few weeks and it all piled on top of her and beat her down a lil, she's lost all confidence in herself, in her ability, and her looks ._. she lost her sparkle and her bounce so… silvio being silvio and trying to give her her sparkle baaack ;u; either pov is good!! ;uuuu;

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Silvio Ricci x Reader Hurt/Comfort + Fluff WC: 1.1k

It seemed that everything you’d been doing recently was destined to be a disappointment. The paperwork you’d done: riddled with mistakes. The event that you were planning: A complete mess after three different vendors cancelled. Even your cooking seemed to be nothing more than a Clavis-esque conglomeration of ingredients.

After so many repeated failures, you could feel your confidence slipping. It had been hard coming to Benitoite; the culture was so drastically different from Rhodolite, and to say you had been feeling out of place would be an understatement. You’d managed to get through the first couple of months easily enough since Rio and Silvio had rarely left your side, but life goes on and responsibilities piled onto both of them relentlessly, leaving little room to cater to you any longer.

You’d hardly seen either of them this past week: Silvio out on a voyage and Rio up to his ears in fixing a collection of trade agreements. You know it doesn’t help to feel sorry for yourself, but you couldn’t seem to stem the rushing tide of negative, self-deprecating thoughts that flooded your brain.

Even now, as you sit staring out over the sea from the balcony you couldn’t seem to shake the dark cloud hanging over you to truly enjoy the beautiful colors of the sunset. You let your head drop into your hands, heaving a heavy sigh.

You hear the sound of the door bursting open, followed by the obvious jangling of your fiancé as he strides into the room. At first you feel a brief rush of excitement that is devoured by the shame you’d been burying yourself with all day.

“Okay, what the hell happened?” Silvio barks, flopping onto the sofa beside you.

You curl in further to yourself, trying to become smaller, but of course Silvio isn’t going to accept that. He pulls you into his lap, turning you to face him.

“Ya gonna tell me why you didn’t run up to greet me like an excited puppy? Something obviously musta happened or you’d be bouncing all over the place and yappin’ my ear off.” He grumbles, pulling your hands away from your face.

When he sees your forlorn, defeated expression, his gaze softens.

“That’s the last time I leave you under the watch of that damned dog.” The statement is meant to be inaudible, but he can’t hide the growl in his throat.

“Come on, tell me what’s goin’ on,” he whispers, tilting your chin to force you to look at him. Staring into his sea-blue irises sends warmth through your body, but you still feel like opening your mouth would only make him more upset.

“…it’s nothing.” You whisper, leaning into his shoulder and taking in his familiar spicy scent.

“Bullshit.”

He shuffles around, pushing you back so that you can’t hide from his piercing gaze.

“Talk to me.” The deep frown on his face pulls at your heart and you finally let out a sigh.

“It’s just been a rough week, is all,” you admit, forcing an unconvincing smile. You lean in to give him a kiss and he puts a hand on your forehead, pushing you back again.

“That ain’t gonna cut it, you’ve had rough weeks before and they don’t have ya lookin’ like that,” he scoffed. His eyebrows quirk up in question and you feel your heart sink.

You swallow, feeling the emotions you’d been bottling up for the past few weeks bubbling to the surface. The gentle kiss to your forehead causes the dam to burst.

“I… I can’t seem to do anything right…” You feel your voice catch, “Everything I’ve done for so long just falls apart and I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with me? Why can’t do anything myself without completely messing it up.” You feel your eyes stinging with tears at the admission. A shaky breath escapes your lips and suddenly you’re falling backward.

As your back hits the couch, you see Silvio leaning over you. He threads his fingers through yours and squeezes tightly.

“You ain’t supposed to be thinkin’ like that dammit. How do you not see how amazing you are?” He says, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, so gentle and full of love, your chest aches.

“One of the things I love most about you is how you try so fuckin’ hard all the time and put your all into everything you do. I get that since stuff’s been fallin’ apart, it probably does hurt more for you. You take everything so seriously. But you don’t need to blame yourself. You came into royalty outta nowhere. No ordinary woman would be able to handle the ridiculous work load without cracking. No other person I can think of would be able to do what you’ve done.”

Letting out a long sigh, Silvio reaches up and strokes your cheek with his thumb, staring deeply into your eyes.

“What I’m tryin’ to say is… if you’re feeling like nothing’s going right…remember that you’re my favorite person in the whole world and I can’t have you thinking bad stuff about her, okay?”

The earnest passion in his voice twists your heart and you’re unable to hold back the tears.

“Aahhh shit! That wasn’t supposed to make you cry!” He mutters, sitting back on his knees, running his hand through his hair. He hops up, beginning to pace anxiously.

It takes you a moment to regain your composure, but soon you’re standing and just as he turns back to face you, you throw yourself into Silvio’s arms.

“What the—”

You cut his response off with an aggressive kiss. When you finally release his lips, you hold Silvio’s face in your hands and looking him directly in the eye.

“Thank you, Silvio,” you whisper.

“You’re so damn confusing.” He murmurs, a smirk lifting the corners of his mouth before he leans down and captures your mouth in another kiss.

You’re not really sure how, but his less than eloquent reassurances are able to soothe your worried mind more than anything else ever could.

The rest of the evening passes with the warmest of snuggles and the sweetest of words shared just between the two of you.

The next morning you wake in his arms, his vibrant gaze rested on your face. The tender love you can see in those deep oceanic pools brings another wave of affection rushing through you and you pull him into a brief kiss.

“You back to being you?” He asks with a chuckle as you part.

You nod, smiling happily at him.

“Good.”

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[klutzyroses]

Can i have request about ikemen prince+the three dude with a short and quite fem!mc please?

So this took some time because I don't play IkePri very often so apologies for that! Also, I assume that by "+three" you mean Keith, Gilbert and Silvio? Either way, enjoy!

IkePri HCs: Short, Quiet S/O

How do they react to a reserved and tiny s/o?

Suitors: Yves, Luke, Gilbert, Keith Silvio

Yves

S...she's so....why is she so-why?!

He physically cannot comprehend why she is so petite and so...adorable!

There is nobody who would understand the pains of being the small one, and he always resented how his brothers treated him because of it, but now he understands...

She is criminally darling. Offensively darling. Even more so because she is so reserved and keeps to herself...

And that's why he finds himself often fretting and fussing over her wellbeing and who was around her.

He especially does not want fiends like Clavis and Nokto being anywhere near her sweetness. Lest they corrupt her.

He will very much deem himself responsible for her safety, even if he wouldn't admit it to save his life.

Luke

Wow...that's a really small girl...

Being the massive bear of a man he is, he would think of her as a little teddy to be protected and cuddled.

She is very cute to him, cute enough to eat and he will not hesitate to tell her that point blank, resulting in a flurry of blushes and stunned looks.

When he stands by her, it's very easy to remember that she could easily climb him like a tree if she wanted, and he probably wouldn't even notice. It'd be more likely he could walk freely while she rode his back without issue.

His charms would also increase tenfold, at least in her eyes because she was so sweetly shy and he would love nothing more than to put her at ease.

He will often get her to lay down and just relax far away from her strenuous duties, from anyone who makes her nervous and reserved, and will make her feel as comfortable as possible.

And, if she would like, she could use him as a really...really....really big pillow. With her petite size, she may actually be able to have him pass as a bed...

Gilbert

Ah, what charming little rabbit she is~

The tiny young woman is in for some torment, sorry. He cannot leave her alone.

It's her own fault for being so cute and little. It's not his fault she was so irresistible.

Especially since she is so timid and sweet.

How he loved to intimidate and fluster her, just to see how she would react under his red gaze.

She was intoxicating to watch, her soft cheeks blooming red as the roses of Rhodolite, her gorgeous eyes averting from his crimson one to watch the floor instead.

He finds himself lifting her gaze back to him, caressing her lower lip with a gloved finger as he offers an indulgent smile, greatly enjoying watching the shy maiden squirm.

How he would love to watch that small body of hers squirm under different circumstances...

Keith

Do...women come in such sizes? How old is she...?

He is actually a little taken aback by the slight stature of the woman, especially since he is such a tall man. The height difference was rather uncanny actually...

He is very considerate and polite to her, always offering to get things she could not reach herself, walking at her pace so he didn't leave her behind.

He can't help but feel that she is fragile as well. She looked so tiny, so breakable...Maybe he could-

No, no he musn't think such thoughts...

He can very much relate to her timidity. That makes it so much easier to speak to her actually...if he can get over his own sweet shyness.

He can't help but be so gentle and tender with her, treating her like a porcelain doll. She is such a beautiful, little lady, he fears he could break her if he didn't handle her correctly.

Silvio

Ha! Such a tiny little woman. She looks like a kid.

He would be making so much fun of her, anything he says to her will reference her height. Most would vary from teasing to borderline hurtful.

It really wouldn't help that she is quiet as well. Now he has the excuse to call her a mouse as well. Oh joy.

She only has herself to blame, with that tiny, delicate body of hers, her pretty blushes and pouts, looking so cute and huggable and...

It's not that he thinks she's cute or anything! Nothing like that! It was just amusing to make fun of her...that's all it is!

He will scalp anyone who dares imply otherwise. He has no feelings of endearment for that tiny woman whatsoever...none!

He will deny with all his being and his strength that he imagines walking around with her tucked safely under his cape. sometimes...

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[violettduchess]

can you describe your favorite body parts of Chevalier, Clavis, Gilbert and Keith

A/N: Here you are, anon. This was an interesting one to think about.

Word Count: 878

Chevalier: Hands

His hands are beautiful. A perfect balance of elegance and power. Hands that as easily grip the pommel of a sword as a black-feathered quill, and both with the same fierce intensity. His fingers are long and shapely, their form belying the strength and agility they possess. Those fingers touch the delicate pages of ancient tomes as well as modern treatises, meticulously careful, reverent even. They smooth down the edges of rich parchment as he writes in his neat, slanted lettering, not a drop of ink wasted. Not a word too much or too little. They are the second most important tool in Chevalier’s arsenal behind the majesty of his mind. 

You love those hands because you know another side to them. The side that isn’t perfect or controlled. You know fingers that can be clumsy in their show of affection. Hands that hesitate before touching, uncertainty wrapped around his fingers like rings. But you love them because they are genuine and real. And once they touch your body, they are hands that are unafraid to seek out what makes you tremble. What makes you fall apart in his arms. What makes you shake with his name on your lips. 

Clavis: Eyes

His eyes are pools of gold whose shimmer and shine hide the true depth of his soul. You’ve seen them sparkle like gold dust when he is planning something, a window into the sunshine of his mind. He burns bright when he is truly delighted, when he has come up with a plan he is proud of. That golden gleam has sent many in the palace running, at most afraid, at least uncomfortable. That shine can’t mean anything good, they think. But you would rather see the shine of mischief over the dull, burnished gold of pain that can flash in them when he clashes with his brother, that figure that looms larger than a deity in his life. Chevalier can snuff out the light in Clavis’s eyes with a look, or light the fires of determination with a word, a fire that burns on the edge of control. 

But for you, and only for you, those golden eyes grow soft, tenderness interwoven with vulnerability. With a touch, you can bring back their light, the bright and beautiful Aurelian gaze that looks at you with grace and gratitude, love and disbelief. Yes, Clavis, you are worthy of love and you want nothing more than for him to see all that he offers is reflected back at him in your own gaze. 

And when you want to show him, to prove to him bodily how much he means to you, then those whiskey-colored eyes ignite with a different sort of fire and burn bright with yearning.

Keith: Shoulders

Keith’s shoulders are wide and strong. A sanctuary where you can lay your weary head and forget the day’s burdens. A place of comfort, of protection. They shield you from the wicked, from the things in this world that snarl and claw and hiss. They are your fortress. Curled up against him, they shield you like angels’ wings, a barrier to everything that could hurt. When you stand behind him, they are a wall. When you are wrapped in his arms, they are a shelter. And when they are bare, you skim the palms of your hands across them, enamored of their breadth, the sublime curve of muscle and sinew. Your fingers find every small dip, every indentation. And sometimes they bite, nails sinking into those muscles, marking him with the evidence of your desire for him.

Yes, those shoulders are safety and security. Until they turn cold. Until the line of them is rigid and unyielding with tension. Until they go from shelter to barricade, keeping you away, holding you at a distance from those too-clever, malevolent golden eyes, the ones that now look at you like you are prey instead of partner. The power in them now does not inspire admiration, but apprehension. Uneasiness. Fear. 

Gilbert: Mouth

That mouth. That beautiful, dangerous, talented mouth. The one whose smile is a thousand shades of silver. The one that can be sickle-sharp and glacier-smooth at the same time. The one that can spin lethal poison into nectar, threats into effervescent bubbles, sentencing into a whimsical communiqué. Soft words that carry grievous consequences pass through comely lips that always seem to be on the verge of a sharp smile. Gilbert may possess an armory of smiles, but there is one there that is reserved for you. The one that is softer, gentler. The one that reaches the red of his eye, illuminating the vivid cerise like a votive candle in a cathedral. 

You know the taste of that mouth. The cool bite, the wild storm. Those lips can be soft. They can baptize your warm skin with kisses like snowflakes. They can send your pulse into a flurry and freeze the very air in your lungs, all of you locked in an icy cage of longing. And those lips can part, baring sharp, white teeth that savor the feel of your body and leave a wanton trail of rose-red marks in their wake. 

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[viatagrinner]

Gilbert von Obsidian. Chapter 6

MC follows Gilbert. The beautiful hallway of the palace is stained scarlet by the setting sun. It seems to her that the hall is drenched in blood.

Gilbert calls out to her. He looks at her suspiciously.

Gilbert: Is there something you want to tell me?

The heroine wants to tell him nothing.

With a chuckle, the prince led the girl on. He quickened his pace.

She couldn't catch up with him. Her sore leg began to hurt.

Realizing that he hates lies, MC chooses her words as carefully as possible.

MC: Prince Gilbert... I'm tired.

Gilbert: Then I'll carry you.

☆Fun fact☆: Gilbert uses the word 抱っこ - dakko - carrying a baby in one's arms; carrying a pet in one's arms, child's hug.

(That was the goal!?)

She refuses.

Gilbert: You never learn, do you?

Gilbert: Which do you prefer: voluntarily let you be carried or forced?

The heroine says it would be embarrassing. Gil notices that when she doesn't like something, she gets funny/reacts funny.

In spite of his slender build, he easily lifted MC up.

Gilbert: If it bothers you, I'll kill anyone, so everything will be fine.

Gilbert: I'll drop you if you act aggressive, isn't that what you're trying to do?

His words are serious, and she stopped resisting.

(I wonder if that's one way to isolate me, too.)

Gil asks the girl to hold his cane. It was a heavy cane.

The prince brags with a smile that he sometimes hits people with it.

MC inspects the cane and asks if there is anything built into it.

Gilbert grins and says it is a secret.

The girl immediately thinks of letting Chevalier know.

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The garden

Gilbert carried the heroine into the garden. There she saw Chevalier standing in the middle of a pool of blood. The dead man was being carried away by knights.

And the Second Prince was covered in blood.

The girl covered her mouth with her hand.

Gilbert: Miss Bunny, is everything all right?

The girl can barely get the words out of her mouth. Gilbert suggests that she stay and not come any closer to this "filth."

(Prince Gilbert seems used to it.)

Gilbert puts his arm around her.

???: Here's the thing, Gilbert. Aren't you making too much fun of our little bunny?

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Clavis came out of the gazebo.

Gilbert explains that Miss Bunny really wanted to see Chevalier and he agreed to help her.

Clavis: And how did you know where my brother was?

Gilbert: Because I recently saw Chevalier.

Meanwhile, Chevie nonchalantly wipes his bloody sword and puts it in its scabbard.

MC wants to understand what happened.

Clavis tells him that it's no big deal, it's just fun/play. His brother is a genius who likes to pick fights.

The girl, though shocked, realizes that the corpse was once an assassin.

Gilbert replies that Chevalier has long had no reaction to murder.

(Neither does Prince Gilbert...)

Chevalier looks shrilly at the girl.

She replies that she will talk to him later, since he is busy.

The prince lost interest in everything and walked away. His back was also covered in blood.

It wasn't the sight itself that shocked the girl more, but the fact that Chevalier didn't react in any way.

MC: No one has the right to kill people.

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She breathes shallowly to inhale less of the smell of blood, and Clavis stands in front of her to block her view.

Clavis: I owe you an apology for showing the young lady something I shouldn't. ...Cyril.

The man who was doing the "cleaning" approached Clavis.

He was a knight with bright red hair and wore a leopard emblem on his chest.

Clavis tries to distract the enemy prince with dinner.

Gilbert: No way, are you going to separate me and Miss Bunny?

Clavis: Oh. You're not exactly conducive to comforting a broken-hearted young lady. ....No, you're too much.

Clavis: The young lady would be more than happy to be alone with me, wouldn't she?

Gilbert: That's not true. You'd be so sad to be separated from me, you'd cry.

(Perhaps... Mr. Clavis has something to tell me.)

Choice:

1. go and enjoy your dinner.

2. I'm not alone, so it's okay. ✔

3. I'm lonely, but I'm okay

MC: I'm not alone, so it's okay.

Gilbert: Do you know the word "flattery"?

MC: I think Prince Gilbert would hate me if I said something I didn't mean.

Gilbert: Hmm...you're right. You are clever.

Gilbert: Okay. I don't know what evil Clavis is up to, but I'm hungry.

Gilbert: I'm going to torment your knight and blind him, so get the little hare back as soon as possible, okay?

Cyril: ....Goodbye, my peace of mind.

Gilbert finally puts the girl down.

But before he leaves, he says that Clavis is more dangerous than he is.

(I don't think there's anyone more dangerous than Prince Gilbert.)

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Clavis took her to the pond. Clavis was no longer smiling. This made MC nervous.

Clavis: I want to ask you, seeing this scene...

In her mind there was an immediate assumption: she would be asked to keep quiet or tell the other princes everything.

Clavis walked around the tree and returned with something in his hands.

The heroine confused...

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Now they're digging holes... Her heart aches at the way the beautiful garden is being destroyed.

Clavis asks if the heroine can hear him. He gets an affirmative answer.

Clavis: Really? Since you didn't answer, I thought you were fainting while standing still, ha ha!

What do they dig holes for? For traps, proudly replies the prince.

Hearing this, MC wants to leave this strange occupation behind.

Clavis agitatedly asks her not to drop the spade.

She doesn't feel like digging, she feels like crying.

Clavis: It's a special trap that the fate of the nation depends on, you know?

MC: I don't want to participate in creating a trap where our lives are at stake.

Clavis: Haha, listen to the end. Falling into this pit is a disaster for the whole world.

MC: Is this a diplomatic issue?

Clavis smiles, diligently digging a hole and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The prince remarked that this would be his prank, not as serious as this incident of that man [Gilbert] setting people up.

In Clavis' opinion, Gilbert set the whole thing up.

Clavis: This man has wanted to kill our Chevalier for a long time.

Clavis: Because it's a threat. Chevalier is responsible for most of our country's defense.

*And a long explanation of how good the Chevie was. Anyway, without Chevie, they would have been... fuc... screwed... They would be in trouble.*

But Gilbert is known for never losing. But Chevalier is alive... It turns out that...

Clavis calls her a "smart" woman.

Chevalier and Gilbert are both geniuses. Even in a senseless murder there is some purpose. It's hard to compare them to ordinary people, so when dealing with geniuses, you have to be careful.

After this speech, Clavis picked up the spade that MC had placed on the ground and held it out to her.

Like Yves, Clavis worries about her, too. As cold as the world is around the heroine princes on her side.

Her hands stopped shaking. Clavis' smile grew wider.

For his help, the girl agreed to do "a little" digging.

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MC: Mr. Clavis, why do you think Prince Gilbert showed me Prince Chevalier?

Clavis: Is he jealous? You and Chevalier are good friends, haha!

She remembered Yves' words. Maybe this is Gil's way of trying to isolate her even more?

(At this rate, I'm probably going to get stomped by malice.)

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This is such a ridiculous situation 😆👇

Evening...

Clavis and MC are sitting near their creation - the deep hole they dug.

Gilbert, on his way back from dinner, has fallen into the hole.

Instead of getting angry, he remembered that he had heard from an acquaintance that this kind of sitting is called "kneeling on the ground."

(Prince Gilbert...however, happily jumped into the pit).

Cyril took the prince to Clavis and MC, and hid himself in the bushes to watch the obsidian prince.

However, Prince Gilbert, known as the ever-victorious Marshal, couldn't help but notice the trap.

The image of him jumping into the pit with a cheerful smile and a spectacular landing was imprinted in her brain as a trauma.

Clavis: I was surprised you couldn't take a joke like that. You're so narrow-minded.

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Gil asks how MC is feeling, does her leg hurt?

Gilbert: I'll carry you... Okay?

She didn't have the energy to argue. Her leg really did hurt.

Taking MC in his arms, he entrusted her with the cane. She squeezed it tightly.

Clavis: Heh... You really want to hold MC, don't you?

Gilbert: It's a great way to show how close friends we are.

Clavis thinks Gilbert doesn't need to show off.

Clavis: I hear you're madly in love with MC.

Gilbert: Haha, I'm embarrassed to say I'm in love.

(...Although deep down I don't think so.)

In exchange for Gil getting trapped by Clavis, he wants to ask a favor.

Gilbert: Can I get an invitation to a party for two... no, for three?

Clavis tensed up because the prince had asked for three invitations to a secret party.

But Clavis quickly pulled himself together; now Gilbert is a special guest.

For some reason, the heroine gets goosebumps running down her body with a bad feeling.

Gil invites Miss Bunny.

Gilbert: You want to know who sent the assassins to Chevalier?

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Gilbert's Masterlist

[yarnnerdally]

So. I've been on tumblr dot com for a long time. LONG time. And yes, my overall follower count is like 700 something, but I'm most proud of the one's I've gained in the past year or so. I had been on Tumblr very sparingly between the end of 2018 (mostly fanblogging for My Hero Academia) and then... I re-found the Ikémen games (And Hypnosis Microphone and now TWST) and then the fandom thanks to one of my dear irl friends. We indulged in the games. I dove head-first into fanfiction of my new loves. We cosplayed Seth Hyde and Alice the Second. I've written fanfic, I've cried over routes (NOKTO. LICHT. LUKE. HOW DARE). I've met absolutely incredible friends that inspire me every day. Knowing there are 101 people out there that have followed me for my fandom shenanigans and writing absolutely blows my mind. I love my creative outlets and I love being able to share them with you. Knowing y'all put up with me and how I have so SO many wips is even more inspiring. In honor of my lovelies, I've made this lovely lists of asks/hcs for you to ask about! My faves, your faves, it doesn't matter. I will be completely transparent in the fact that my faves will honestly get a little more attention because. Well. They're my faves. Without further ado:

Their unconventional pet peeves | Masamune | Chevalier |

Coffee shop AU hcs | Mozart |

Tattoo/Florist hcs | Clavis |

"Cake is definitely a form of self-care" | Napoleon | Luke |

Homecoming | Jin | Shakespeare |

Remembering | Nokto |

Telepathy | Nokto |

Space!

So. The way this will go: All req's will be SFW. Request one suitor and one prompt. I have a couple ideas in particular for some prompts, but add whether you'd like fluff, angst, or hurt/comfort. An example: "Hello! I'd like to request Sariel + Telepathy + Fluff." See here for fandoms I write for and characters that I do not write for. I will be taking two or three suitors for each prompt, and no more than 2 drabbles/hcs for any one character. Multiple asks are allowed. I will be taking 3 per person. I was going to do 2 but in the instance something is taken, I want to make sure my followers do get what they want. Please try and put them in separate asks.

Thank you, all, for making my time here so far a joy. You all mean the world to me.

[aquagirl1978]

Joy and peace upon the word fellow writer!

I come to you with this request:

Ikeprince mc is cannonically a virgin. But once its time to do the deed she's always so ready to shoot to gun if you get what i mean.

What do you think would be the princes reactions to an MC who starts shaking or showing sign of fear or hesitation during there first time. Would they stop? Try to reassure her?

I'm specially curious about chevalier since he's my fav so i would love it if u could go into a bit more detail for him! Love u ! Have a great day.

Ah! and feel free to ignore my request if u dislike it or it does not inspire you.

Thank you for this request @yukina-otome - I am so sorry it took me this long to get to (I blame summer for stealing all my time).

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - HOW THE PRINCES REACT TO AN INEXPERIENCED BELLE (CHEVALIER, CLAVIS, NOKTO, JIN)

Chevalier Michel

Chevalier stopped as soon as he saw your face change. Always able to detect each and every change in your emotions by reading even the smallest of changes in your facial expressions, Chevalier noticed immediately when hesitation marred your beautiful features.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, his movements inside you stopping.

Your fingers dug into your shoulders, your voice hitching as you spoke. "Nothing's wrong," you reassured.

Chevalier scoffed. "You are such a fool to forget I can read your every thought."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

He reached down and roughly stroked your cheek.

"You can talk to me." His voice was soft and gentle. Comforting.

"If it hurt..."

You shook your head. "It didn't hurt that much."

He grinned at you, the whites of his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. You looked at him curiously, and soon found yourself flipped on top on him.

His lips met yours in a quick kiss, his teeth nipping at your lower lip.

"Perhaps if you had more control, it would feel better."

Realizing what he was suggesting, you smiled back at him before kissing him, your bodies slowly aligning again.

Clavis Lelouch

He noticed as soon as you started trembling. How couldn't he, when his gaze was so intent on you, during this, your first intimate moment?

He slowed his pace, without pulling out, and looked down at you with such tenderness.

"It's okay to be nervous your first time," he said softly. "It's my first time, too."

You sighed, allowing your breath to flow out slowly.

"Just... hold me?" you asked tentatively. "Just for a little bit. I still want to..." Your voice trailed off, unable to say what you wanted.

But Clavis knew exactly what you wanted, and how best to care for you.

He wrapped you gently in his arms and kissed you. Soft. Sweet.

It was all the reassurance you could want from your lover.

Once your nerves were calmed, and any stress soothed away, your lover laid you back down in the bed where he made sweet love to you.

Nokto Klein

Nokto knew he was far more experienced than you and that this was your first time.

Which is precisely why he took extra special care, pampering you, lavishing you with you, and making sure you were ready for this next step.

But when he saw your face crinkle, grimacing in pain, he stopped in his tracks.

He caressed your cheek before speaking. "Are you okay?"

You buried your face in his shoulder, unsure of how to answer.

"Is it supposed to...hurt?"

Nokto nodded. "It can. It's your first time so that's normal."

When your face was still buried against him, he continued. "We can stop if you want." he offered.

"No..." You removed your head from his chest and looked him in the eye. "I want this. I love you, Nokto."

He dipped his head to yours and kissed you gently, his body pressing against yours until he felt you rock against his.

Jin Grandet

Jin couldn't lie to himself; he was a bit concerned about this being your first time.

Not only did he want this moment to be extra special, but he was also worried that given his size, it could possibly end up being somewhat uncomfortable for you.

He started off slow, caressing your every curve as he carefully prepared you.

He wanted this night to be all about you and make sure you were comfortable before his body joined yours.

But then he saw a tear roll down your cheek.

He lifted his hand, gently wiping it away.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

"I... It feels so full, it - "

Jin cut you off, smirking. "Babe, I'm not even all the way in."

Your eyes flashed wide open; Jin tried not to laugh at your response.

"I know you can handle me. Soon it will feel so good, I promise. I'll just go slower, ok?"

You clung to his shoulders, preparing yourself for the promised pleasure to come.

[randonauticrap]

𝓐 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓒𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸...

Pairing ~ Chevalier x OC (Evelyn)

Warnings ~ Angst, Explicit smut; cunnilingus, dry humping, penetration

Word Count ~ 3k

Summary ~ Clavis breaks Evelyns heart, and she seeks comfort in the arms of a Prince who won't play games.

Minors DNI

You sat limply on Clavis’s sofa, listening to the words tumbling from his mouth, his signature wicked grin plastered on his face while fissures formed in your once rock-solid façade of stoicism. He had won. He had broken you. 

“You can’t deny you enjoyed our little game, Evelyn.” he cocked his crooked smile in your direction and a humorless laugh escaped your lips.   

“No, I won’t deny it, Clavis.” your words felt harsh on your tongue and you swiveled your gaze to the unopened window, honing in on a particularly determined fly, banging itself against the window panes over and over. Seems as though you were the fly in this proverbial mockery of a situation; foolishly ramming yourself into the glass, willing it to break for you so you could see the beauty on the other side. But flies cannot break glass, and you could not break Clavis’s walls down. “I guess we were playing different games,” you muttered softly, more to yourself than the 3rd Prince, but he heard it loud and clear. 

It almost alarmed him, your ready admission. He half-expected you to pretend nothing was amiss and leave him alone in his room to suffer his decision in silence. But there you were, perched on his couch in the most precarious way, staring at anything in the room but him. He already missed your eyes on him; those dancing blue orbs with an entire universe stored inside. But he knew what you were, and he knew what he was; you could never be his. Not really. Regret coursed through him, but it was too late to turn back now. He had made his decision, for your sake. “I’m sorry the rules weren’t clear enough for you.” He barely recognized the voice coming out of his throat; it wasn’t him. Those words were too hollow to describe all he felt inside; too flippant; too false. But that’s what he was: a sham, a counterfeit version of a man. It was all he knew how to be, and you deserved better than that. 

You scoffed, your eyes creeping downwards to your restless hands that fiddled with each other in your lap. “Yeah.” was your only reply before an agony of silence between the two of you.

A moment. Two moments. Three moments passed before you inhaled largely, making a decision of your own. You stood suddenly and looked Clavis squarely in the eyes. It didn’t matter that your own had filled with tears and one was already threatening to fall into the 3rd Prince’s plush rug. “It’s okay, Clavis.” you told him, and his mask wavered, just like you wanted it to. “It was my decision to believe you. I was foolish enough to believe that the moments we had alone, in here, in the rose garden, in the ballroom, were ours… really ours. I knew it was too good to be true, but I let myself believe it, and I want to hate you for it.” your eyes scrunched as the tears began to fall and you paused to catch your breath. “I want to hate you so much, but I can’t. I can’t hate you for being… you. If there’s anyone I hate,” a sob escaped you, but you never dropped your gaze. His eyes betrayed him as he silently pleaded with you not to finish that sentence. 

“.. it’s me.”    

You turned away from him, but not before catching a glimpse of him; the real him. The mask had shattered, if only for a moment, and he finally looked as broken as you felt. There was a twisted sense of gratification in it, the fact that your last moments of solitude with him were filled with his pain too, and not just yours. 

“Evelyn,” his call to you was splintered with hurt and regret, and you almost turned back to him; almost threw your arms around his neck and sobbed; almost forgave him for everything; almost returned to your delusion that he would ever love you with his whole heart; almost. But it was too late to turn back now. You had made your decision. Fighting against every cell in your body, you ignored his call and made for the door, your only escape. 

“Evelyn!” he cried, sounding more panicked than you had ever heard him before, but you didn’t dare look back. You knew you would crumble right into his arms if you did. So instead, you gripped the door handle as hard as you could, turned it and walked out, then slammed the door behind you before he could reach for you. The moment the door closed and you stood out in the hallway alone, darkness stretching out before you like an abyss, you broke. Your sobs rattled through you, threatening to displace bones and strain muscles. The pain in your heart brought you to your knees on the cold floor, and in that moment all you wanted was to feel absolutely nothing. The sweet release of apathy would relieve you of this weight keeping you on the ground, and without thinking, you began crawling towards it; towards the only person you knew could achieve it.

Before you could comprehend what you were doing, you had risen and your feet were carrying you to the palace library, desperate for any kind of respite they could find. Your arms threw the library doors open and your voice called out, all without your permission. “Prince Chevalier!” you cried into the dark room. “Prince Chevalier!” you called out again, tears streaming down your cheeks like escaped prisoners. A short silence followed and you sank to your knees once again, letting your sadness rage through you like wildfire, until a door near the back of the room was flung open with a sharp crack and 

the white-clad Prince strutted toward you, an air of agitation about him that could be felt from across the room. Surprise halted him for several seconds, but in no time at all, he understood and sighed, closing the distance between you. 

“Get up.” he told you, his sharp eyes casting a disapproving gaze down at your crumpled form. You sniffled and pulled at your skirt, attempting to move around it. But as you stood, your shoe caught on some of the rumpled fabric and you felt yourself begin to slip. Strong hands halted your descent and you gazed up into the ice blue eyes of the 2nd Prince. He pulled you to your feet and you found a chair to slump into. 

“How-” you mumbled. “How do you do it? Teach me how, Prince Chevalier. Please. I don’t want to feel this anymore.” you didn’t explain; you knew you didn’t have to. Chevalier knew what you wanted. He sighed, annoyance and exasperation decorating every feature of his handsome face.

“You have no use for apathy.” he replied sharply, turning his gaze away from you. 

“That’s the furthest thing from the truth and you know it.” you retorted, your voice flat. You expected him to ignore you, to snap at you, even to leave you in the dark alone. What you did not expect was him wheeling around and pinning you to the chair in which you sat, his hands gripping the arms so hard they turned pallor. He had never been so close to you and your breath hitched in your throat as a fire burned in his eyes like you had never before seen. 

“Listen, you fool.” he seethed. “My idiot brother has made many irresponsible and ludicrous decisions in his life, and this one is no different. But to waste any time on his pointless schemes is a mistake you are above.” You stared at him, half understanding and half hurting, not knowing what to do next. Another sigh came from Chevalier’s lips. “You never should have gone to him for what you seek to begin with.”

“You think I don’t know that?” you spat, turning your head away. But he forced your gaze back on him when his thumb and forefinger gripped your chin and turned it upwards. “Prince Cheva-” the words no sooner started out of your mouth when his lips crashed into yours, hungrily claiming them as his own. You yelped into the kiss in surprise, but didn’t pull away. The pain inside you deepened, but pleasure crept in with it, confounding you more than you ever thought you could be. 

When the Brutal Beast pulled away from you for air, he locked his eyes on yours ferociously. “You should have come to me.” 

“But- but,” you stuttered momentarily before finding your words. “But you don’t believe in love!” 

A small smile crossed his perfect lips and his eyes softened ever so slightly. “It’s true. However, unlike my foolish brother, I am not too stupid to learn.” You stared at him in shock, your emotions circling one another inside of you; two beasts ready to rage war: Guilt and Desire. You loved Clavis, and you knew it would take more than a midnight tryst to move on from that. But tonight, you wanted Chevalier, and he wanted you too. A third beast emerged from the darkness as a wretched thought penetrated your mind: Revenge. Nothing would destroy the cunning 3rd Prince more than his former lover running straight into the arms of his brother. Your decision was made.  

“Prince Chevalier, I assume you understand that my feelings can’t change overnight, but-” 

“Are you saying no?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. He knew the answer and you couldn’t help but smile a little.

“No, I’m not saying no. I’m saying yes.”

“Then stop speaking.” Before you could even process a response his lips were back on yours in a bruising kiss, his hands traveling from the arms of the chair to your own as he pulled you up and secured you in his arms. You melded against him, allowing your pain to trickle out of you as your whole being was surrounded by Chevalier Michel, and no one else. He eased his hands lower until he found his way to your upper thighs, grabbing them tightly and lifting you in the air. You wrapped your legs around his waist without hesitation and sighed softly into his mouth, tangling your fingers into his light blond locks. They were so soft under your touch and you gently scratched his scalp with your fingernails, enjoying his closeness. You felt your back hit the wall with a soft thud and moaned as the 2nd Prince’s clothed erection pressed between your legs. Chevalier grunted in satisfaction before rubbing your slit through your panties with his bulge, coaxing a whine from your lips. 

“Hold on.” he commanded before latching his teeth to your collarbone and releasing your legs to undo his belt and his pants, pushing them down and out of the way before returning his hands to your skin. You expected to feel him push inside of you, but he continued to surprise you by setting you down, then lowering himself to his knees before your wet core. He pressed his thumb against the soft underside of your knee, prodding you to drape it over his shoulder. You obeyed silently and watched in awe as this beauty of a man dipped his tongue into your awaiting folds and hummed contentedly as he began to haphazardly lap at your clit. 

“Hnngghh..” you moaned loudly and your eyes rolled back in your head. You couldn’t manage to keep your head up any longer and let it fall lazily against the wall, content for the time being to let the sensations take over. His tongue was  quick and sloppy, but he learned fast and quickly found a spot inside of you that drove you mad, if his name spilling from your lips was any indication. "Che-Chevalier!" You cried into the dark library, curling your fingers into his hair once again and pulling him closer, deeper. As you closed your eyes, a vision of purple hair above your sensitive mound flashed through your mind, but you banished it the moment it came. This was not Clavis. 

A growl from the Brutal Beast pulled you out of your reverie. "Do not think of my brother while I take you." He warned, his sharp eyes on yours. "You belong to me now." 

"Make me forget." You whispered longingly, wanting more than anything in the world to replace that purple-haired image with a blond one. 

"As you wish." Chevalier said, standing up to awkwardly but tenderly brush the stray hairs from your face. He cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours again, a gentle promise to banish all thoughts of Clavis Lelouch from your mind - even if for only one night. You leaned into the kiss, taking the buttons of his shirt between your fingers and deftly working each one undone. He did the same for you, reaching behind you to untie your corset strings and pull them out one by one until the dress beneath it hung loosely against your skin, barely an obstacle for the impatient Prince. With the clasps at the top of your dress undone, he worked the thin fabric off of your shoulders, kissing and biting the curves of your silky skin with each new exposed area. He sucked marks of ownership across the expanse of your chest and purred triumphantly when your moans turned into breathy cries of his name.

“P- Please, Chevalier!” you whimpered, helpless under his burning touch. 

“Tell me what you want, Belle.” he commanded, flicking your nipples with his rough, calloused thumbs.

“Ah!” you writhed, incapable of forming coherent thoughts. But just as your pleasure built, his hands left your body. You felt cold, suddenly; hurt by the absence of his warmth. Unsure, you met his gaze. It burned with a passion you had never seen from him before and your breath hitched in your throat. 

“Use your words, Evelyn.” he repeated, restlessness coursing through his voice. 

“Ch- Chevalier,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I- I want you to fuck me.” your voice had decreased to a shuddering whisper. “Please,” you begged. “Fuck me.”

At your words, the reserved Prince finally lost control and growled as he tugged at his belt, the clinking of metal against metal spurring you to action. You helped him derobe in a mess of sloppy motions, tugging, pulling, moaning, kissing. You were both rasping for air by the time Chevalier’s cock pressed against your swollen entrance, the tip seeking the warmth between your folds. You groaned loudly as his impressive length stretched you, grasping the Prince’s shoulders as he buried himself inside of you. Noticing your grimace, he pulled your leg up with his hand and used his other to knead sloppy circles into your clit, wringing a broken cry from your lips as your arousal slicked his fingers.

“You would not have been foolish enough to ask for my cock if you couldn’t take it all, would you?” he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver of excitement through your bones. You shook your head and smiled at him through heavy lids. “Good girl.” he murmured before pulling out and plunging back into you, almost immediately setting a relentless pace. You arched your body towards him, gripping his shoulders like a vice.

“Chevalier!” you panted between thrusts. His cock felt so good, massaging your walls with every protruding vein as he pounded into you against the library wall. He grunted into your shoulder, his teeth latched onto the flesh of your neck, marking you where all could see. You belonged to the 2nd Prince now, and he would never let anyone forget it.

Each of his thrusts hit a deeper spot inside of you, until you felt his throbbing member in places you didn’t even realize you had. “Ch- Chevalier, I’m gonna-”

“Finish while I’m inside you, Evelyn.” His unexpected use of your name, combined with the building pressure in your dripping cunt and his swollen cock hitting deep inside of you again and again, threw you over the edge. Your eyes clamped shut and your vision went white behind your eyelids. Your walls spasmed around him, and you moaned lewdly, your head thrown back against the wall. You were hardly aware of the world around you, only faintly hearing Chevalier’s grunts growing louder and feeling his thrusts becoming sloppier before his seed painted your pussy with hot, white warmth.

After what felt like an eternity, you lazily opened your eyes to drink in the image of the Prince before you, hair tousled and unkempt, eyes soft, and countenance blissed-out in post-cloital haze. He was gorgeous, the 2nd Prince; his perfect lips sat partially opened as he ran his hands gently over your skin, slick with sweat. His movements were awkward, but deliberate, and you found yourself watching his hands explore you. It was less needy than before; more inquisitive, more reverent. “Do not go back to my brother.” He uttered the words so quietly that you thought he may have been talking to himself. 

“I’m not.” you answered anyway. Your voice pulled his eyes up to meet yours and he studied them with intensity.

“Come. It is pointless to stand here all night.”

“Where are we going?”

He smirked at you. “What a ridiculous question.”

“Your room or mine?” you asked, venturing to hope that you wouldn’t have to spend the rest of the night alone with your yet-wounded heart.

“Mine of course. Yours is obviously not fitting for activities such as ours.” 

A small smile crept onto your lips as you each dressed yourselves and he led you by the hand out into the darkened hallways. Your shame and your hurt could wait for tomorrow, for tonight you were finally allowed to set the games that were being played on your heart aside and embrace the truth: You wanted to be loved, without pretense, without fear, and without hesitation.

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[writer-akihiko]

Hi! Could I please request hcs of how the ikepri boys would help their mc through terrible period cramps? Thank you! 💕

IkePri Boys + MC's Period Cramps

I am not someone who biologically is able, but I do have experiences of caring for people that do, like my wife, my mother and my many sisters. Period cramps and pains may suck, so I hope this piece will comfort all those who experience it! I added more to the prompt, with MCs of different levels and kinds of period pains. These are shorter, but there are a lot of characters.

Note: Gilbert, Silvio and Keith are all my general characterisations of my own, with the content revealed from Cybird. Mentions of blood.

If you are under 18, do not read. This work contains sexual themes at [Leon, Nokto, Sariel and Gilbert's] part. Please skip those part if you are uncomfortable. Please also consider blocking the [#not family friendly] tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Jin Grandet

He's wary of you, to say the least. He has a tell for when you're in pain, which is when he wakes up on the floor of your shared bedroom

He'd always be a little hurt by the gesture, but he knows that you're the type that doesn't want anyone touching you when you're on your period

He is still an unchanged man, finding his eyes wandering to your tender breasts-

He gets an eyeful when he can, before you throw your pillow at him, that is…

For as much as you disliked him, you tend to curl up in his coats. He leaves one on the edge of the bed before his morning duties

He's a little cheeky, asking the maids that he were to deliver the warmed blanket to you instead. He can't help it! He loves your adorable pouty face

The side you don't see is the one when you're asleep, letting the warmth comfort your pain. Jin tends to cuddle up to you unknowingly, or sit in the same room as he does his work to make sure he's there when he sees you wince in your sleep

He rushes to your side at every bit of pain he sees when you sleep. Often he can't do anything, so he presses long forehead kisses into your temple, lulling you to rest

Chevalier Michel

He's helpful to you even though he refuses to admit how he's willing to help you

In moments of walking, when you experience discomfort, he'd simply carry you without a word, going "You're slowing down my pace."

When you'd have tea with Chevalier, he'd push away his barely touched dessert to you, "Have my serving. It's not to my taste."

Of course, for as much as the Ice Tiger wants to believe that he understands you, he can be a bit curt for your liking at this stage, especially when you're not in control of your sensitivity

The minor comments he'd make in effort to comfort you leave you sniffling in tears, and his only way of care for you is to wrap you in his fluffy coat

He takes care of you greatly after, allowing you to cry without reason into his arms. It's only in private doors though

Anyone who dares bother the Belle of Rholodite while you're recovering personally answers to Prince Chevalier with their necks at the end of his sword

He'll ask the Jumbo for his honey stash to make some honey tea for you. Most of the time he's quite, since he's afraid of his tongue triggering you to cry

There are those quiet moments you share with Chevalier, his large hands warming the lower part of your stomach as you lean on his shoulder, taking in his scent

Clavis Lelouch

You get easily irritated by Clavis, especially with his pranks from time to time. So he does try to hide the fact that he's pranking one of his brothers during this time

He does understand that you're in pain, and he has mental notes of when it'd be the time and your usual symptoms

You prefer to sit around and not walk, instead having the maids assist you in your daily duties while Clavis does his work

His work is all but peaceful, which doesn't help when it's your period time… With Clavis running around, you can't watch over his crazy antics as you'd usually do…

It doesn't surprise you that Sariel gets agitated during the time you're away. Often times you were resting, your period physically weakening you

Clavis does send whatever he can to your room to comfort you. He's usually not physical comforting you since any form of contact during your period makes you feel uncomfortable

Instead, he sends whatever new dessert is concocted or new book comes in the library straight to you

At nights, Clavis would be by your bedside, waiting for you to go to sleep as he watches over you, before leaving quietly for a night mission assigned by Chevalier

Leon Dompteur

Leon tends to you when he can, well, you have to admit that he worries a bit too much

The fear of his beloved bleeding constantly weighs heavily on his mind, to where he asks Sariel to take some work off of you so that you can rest

He's upset anytime that he has to leave for a meeting elsewhere while leaving you sick at home

You'd have aches on random areas of your body, mostly your back and sometimes your hips. In those times he's willing to drop everything to take his time easing your body

He can be a bit impatient, especially seeing your body ease into him from the massages he'd give. How could he resist?

He does it to please you and relieve you of your pain. Perhaps it was his own intention to taste you, but he'd take that secret to the grave with him

Leon enjoys the sight of you cuddling up to his coat. The scene re-energises him after a long day of work

If he's completely honest, he likes the way you cling to him a little just before you go to bed. He doesn't mind tending to you everyday, if it leaves you cuddling up to him like this…

Yves Kloss

One thing Yves appreciates with your period is your cravings. He's attentive to your change of taste, and he doesn't mind eating with you as well

He's often concerned anytime you mention discomfort, as you'd shift around in your skirt. Once it did go through your skirt, to which Yves was quick enough to cover you with his jacket

As much as he encourages your cravings, he also encourages you to drink any teas that might ease the pain or shorten the length of your period

He often checks up on you when he can, either finding you resting in the library or in your room

If pains get really bad, he'll sit by your side as you get through it with the medicinal pack that the royal doctor gives you

He's accommodating to your needs. If you feel uncomfortable sleeping next to him, he'll sleep in an adjacent room. If you want to cuddle up to him, he's all open arms

He keeps track of your cycle and makes sure that your period doesn't cause you anymore necessary pain than it should

He panics whenever you tell him that you were bleeding more or less, or feeling a bit squeamish… He calls the doctor immediately, tucking you into bed tightly while waiting for the doctor to make sure you're alright

Licht Klein

He doesn't like it when your cycle comes around. The main reason is your intense sickness. He hates it that in addition to the intense pain to your lower half, you have a sickly fever to go with it

Licht wishes he could be by your side, but with his position, he can’t. With the understanding of his older brothers, he does get to slack off a little when it comes to his duties

He sits by the edge of your bed, constantly monitoring your temperature with a bucket of water and a cloth for moments of spiked temperature

Sometimes he doesn't get much sleep, but by that time you coo him to at least lay next to you and before you knew it, he's knocked out next to you

On those cold nights in Rholodite, he wraps you up in the furs that he could buy just to keep you warm. With your sensitivity to temperature during this time, he's not taking any chances

It pains his heart whenever he's sleeping next to you and he feels your tears wet his shirt. All he could do was pull you close to him as he kisses your tears away

On days when you feel better, he'd take you out for a stroll around your favourite library, avoiding the gardens due to other casual murderous brothers around there. You had enough blood to see

He keeps a record of the medication you've found effective. He's also quick to hold a grudge to any other officials who make comments about your sickness

Nokto Klein

Oh Nokto Klein… one could always say that he had a bright mind for difficult situations, and here he was by your side as you went through difficult pains during your cycle

You'd tend to shift around in your seat, unable to find a comfortable position

At times, Nokto would see a stain at your skirt. To be considerate to you, he strips almost as quickly as he does in your bedroom to wrap his coat around your waist

He notices a point where you couldn't get up from your seat. No worries, he'll carry you around the halls to your shared room

A period only stops his sentences. He's up for anything, he doesn't mind a little mess. He'll just make a bigger one if that's what you're worried about…

He coaxes you into it slowly. If you're having such bad cramps, a few trains of highs would surely distract you from the pain right?

He'll take long baths with you, warming you up and massaging your sore shoulders. If you'd allow him, he's absolutely willing to massage your sore breasts too

Nokto typically can tell when you'll get your period before you do. He doesn't make much preparations, but he does have a little note of your possible little cravings during your cycle

Luke Randolph

Luke internally thanks that you don't have any weird itchings for food combos, but he's surprised that you have an increased appetite every time

He likes to be challenged, as he usually has extra portions prepared if needed during your cycle. He eats alongside you, sometimes matching your portions so you don't feel alone at the table

Anyone, even if his brothers, were to say anything about your appetite would get the end of his longsword

He has to admit that those stuffed cheeks tempt him to pinch them all the time… He holds back though, since you also have quite the temper during your cycle

He's a bit worried when you wander of on your own, since you tend to have random pains from the cramps

You refuse to sit in bed the entire day, but somehow Luke always manages to catch you when you're not feeling fine

He's not fazed by the blood on the bed when he wakes up. Why would he? You make less of a mess with blood compared to his brothers, so don't worry, he'll help you clean up

You're the only one who gets a share of his honey stash. If it helps with your sweet cravings, he doesn't mind as long as he gets to eat some with you too

Sariel Noir

He's known you for years, so he's gained a habit of knowing your little habits during your cycle

He does ask you to take a few days off, considering that you tend to not have an appetite with tendencies to vomit out your breakfast from the intensity of your cramps

The Princes overtime knew that it wasn't wise to bother the head maid when she was ill if they were to incur the royal advisor's wrath

He prepares ahead of time, making the tea in the morning and waking you up for you to drink it

He definitely takes his time to pleasure you in bed if its to relieve your pains. He's less of a usual sadist when it comes to your time of the month

The little things he'd tease you about is the strange food combinations you'd grow to eat to satisfy your cravings

He's a little hesitant when you say that you need medicine. It isn't that he's against it, it's just that he grows concerned that you need medicine to relieve the pain of it

Sariel is no stranger to giving pain, but from time to time you deserved a break. It was a simple thought, as he held you in his arms, but it was a welcomed one from you

Rio Ortiz

Don't get me started on this man. He thought someone snuck in and stabbed you there when he saw the blood

It was a new experience for Rio. He's so used to giving, and sure while he could do more, he wasn't used to you doing it all by yourself

He begs you to ask him if you feel uncomfortable in any moment, and he's willing to take up your work for you

You may have a heavy period, but besides the cramps you were completely alright. Rio would always walk behind you just in case that there was a stain

He understands when you have an outburst at him. Sometimes you don't want him trailing and following you around, it's okay…

If he's honest, he's a little hurt, but it's okay! It's to make you happy right? Don't worry, he's warming a blanket for you right now for the cold nights

He panics when you break into a fever. He doesn't stop crying. This happens every month? How were you surviving?!

He's insistent on being at your beck and call when you're sick or have intense pains. In your drowsy moments, you can hear Rio scold your internal organs underneath his breath…

Gilbert von Obsidian

Well can you blame him for not noticing that you were on your period? It's hard to tell when he's constantly covered in blood…

He doesn't like that he can't touch you. Why not? You were fine the week before weren't you?

It takes him a while to understand that your mood changes, but Gilbert's completely fine with the rest of your symptoms. Cravings? Yeah sure. Messy sheets? He's not one to care…

With Obsidian's advanced medical care your periods aren't as painful with the medicine you take daily

In Gilbert's head, you wouldn't have a period in the first place if you had his child. Isn't that great? You don't get a period for about 9 months and you both get a heir. It's a win-win!

That is, the idea gets quickly shot down by you when you say that a period is a fraction of the pain of labour pains. At this point, Gilbert curses human biology

He's pleased that there are other ways for you to be relieved of the pain, whether it be by medicine or by him bedding you

He notices that your skin is warmer during cycles. Running his cold, gloved hands over your skin, you lean into him, sharing your warmth with each other…

Keith Howell

He's not fond of the time your cycle arrives, particularly with the way your body forces you to throw up your meals…

You're visibly weaker, and Keith's usual passive expression grows concerned over your weakened well-being

He does try to get medicine from Obsidian. If anything, his neutral stance is useful in the case

He makes excuses for you during your social absence at the time. He absolutely does not allow any social gatherings with how ill you were

It was rare for you to break into a fever, but it's the worse nights for Keith. The maids find the prince asleep at your bedside, still kneeling with his cheeks wet with his own tears

When you have no strength to view the gardens you loved, Keith would take time to carry you, your smaller frame leaning into him

He's absent from those meetings with Silvio and Gilbert. He sends a notice ahead of time though, and Silvio's usually the one who replies with letters of teasing

When you have trouble sleeping from the pains, he'll have you plush against the sheets and pillows as he runs his hands over those pained muscles as his lips trail all over you

Silvio Ricci

Well, for as much money he has, he can't buy the pain away and that itself was a lesson learned

You were more emotional during your cycle, able to churn the waterworks of your tears at the slight tease by Silvio

He learnt to keep his mouth shut when he feels like saying something to you. Instead, he asks questions about how you feel and the occasional ask of what craving you had

For as much as he enjoyed the pouty tears, it's no use if he's not the one directly causing it

He gets the best array of period comfort products that money could buy, somehow investing some money in those who have an interest in making products or medicine to help women's periods

He laughs at the notion that this time, it was you who was staining his sleeve with blood

At nights is when he's a different person to you. He's quiet, tracing his curious fingers over your tired skin as he looks at your closed eyes

He shifts you in a way that doesn't stir you, as he gives you his own body warmth for your comfort. It's a caring side that no one sees, not even you… Perhaps one day he'll show it, he thought as he kisses your forehead goodnight

[chaosangel767]

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Updated 8/16/2022

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Jin Grandet

🔞🎄 Naughty List🎄🔞

🔞 Distracted Lessons - NSFW 

Chevalier Michael

🔞🎃  Throne Room Rendezvous - NSFW 

🔞🎃 An Impossible Task - NSFW 

🔞🎄 A Present of a Different Kind - NSFW

🔞🎄 Late Night Candy Canes  - NSFW

🌸 🍰 A Note a Day  🌸🍰

🔞 🍰 Private Library - NSFW 

Clavis Lelouch

🔞🎃  A bad bet - NSFW 

🔞🎃  A favored Owed - NSFW 

🔞🎄 A Theatre Performance - NSFW

🔞🎄 Two Sips  - NSFW

🔞  Another Way to Warm Up - NSFW 

🍋 🍰 Cold Feet 🍰 🍋

🌸 🍰 Blankets  🍰 🌸

🔞☀️ A New Task -NSFW 

🌸 Not Grape juice - Crack 

Clavis Lelouch, The Jack of Spades - Crack 

Leon Dompteur

🔞🎄 Christmas came Early - NSFW 

🔞 🍰 Fort Secrets - NSFW 

Yves Kloss

🔞🎃 Let me Take Care of You (GN Reader ) - NSFW 

🔞🎄  Just Kiss Me - NSFW 

🔞☀️ My Love to Give - NSFW 

Licht Klein

🔞🎃  A troublesome Present - NSFW 

🔞🎄 Unwrapped Gifts - NSFW

🔞🎄 Hot Bodies = Melted Snow - NSFW 

🌸 🍰 Too Cold  🌸 🍰

🌸 🍰  Sunshine and flowers  🍰 🌸

🔞 Let me love you - NSFW 

🔞☀️ Garden Tea Party - NSFW

Nokto Klein 

🔞🎃  A Birthday Treat - NSFW 

🔞 The Cost of His Jacket - NSFW 

🔞 🍰 Teasing on Top (GN! Reader) - NSFW 

🔞 🍰 Chasing Raindrops (GN!Reader) - NSFW 

Luke Randolph 

🔞🎄 Snowed in - NSFW 

Rio Ortiz 

🔞🎄 The Greatest Gift - NSFW 

🔞🎄 A Massage for Christmas - NSFW 

🔞☀️ Tell me a Story - NSFW

Sariel Noir 

🔞🎃  Lessons of another Kind - NSFW 

🔞🎄  Time to Decorate - NSFW 

🔞 🍰  On the Menu - NSFW

Gilbert Von Obsidian  

🔞☀️ Dangerous Euphoria - NSFW 

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🔞🎃 Sariel/Clavis - A little show - NSFW 

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