#IkePri rio

[enzee019]

i just finished rio's route, you can't tell me this isn't their relationship In a nutshell

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I am too lazy to draw her hand bear w me

[tenmasumeragis]

Late Silvio and Rio for Ikepri's 4th Anniversary! Happy (belated) 4th Anniversary to Ikepri!

Art commisioned to lisheren at twitter!

[memoria-99]

Doki Doki Ikemen Prince

Version 1

Version 2

[lavulabi]

all suitors uploaded ♡!!

, .˚⊹ ⁺‧ a playlist for all ‧⁺ ⊹˚.

Chevalier Leon Clavis Yves

. ﾟ •. ¸︎︎ 🧁🎈 ໒꒱. *¸ .• *ﾟ

Nokto Licht Rio Jin Luke

. ﾟ •. ¸︎︎ 🧁🎈 ໒꒱. *¸ .• *ﾟ

Gilbert Keith Silvio Sariel

[rjthirsty]

"I'm Pregnant" with IkePri

We've seen how dating, their first time, and engagement proposals pan out, but what Cybird will never deliver to us is that pivotal moment that MC tells one of the LIs that she's expecting.

This is just my idea of how it will work out with each suitor. MC is AFAB, and all suitors are AMAB. Obvious mentions of pregnancy lie ahead. Just a fun little exercise to test out drabbles. 

[7/21] Jin, Chevalier, and Gilbert done

Jin

Jin is the king of pulling out, but somewhere along the line, he slipped up and it resulted in nothing so he started to get lax. Somewhere along the line, you two stopped worrying about it. More times than not he still denies you the creampie that it turns out he enjoys seeing seep out of you. But now you're late, and maybe you two should have been more vigilant.

It's hard to find the words. You confirmed it with a physician, and you know you need to tell him, but having a baby with a commoner churns up trauma for Jin, and you're afraid he'll turn you out.

He's worried. You have never looked so ashen. When you said you needed to talk, he dropped everything to give you time. His large hand palms your cheek. He dips down to look into your eyes. And in a voice that has helped you through countless times he says “Whatever it is, it'll be okay.”

“I'm pregnant.” You finally manage. 

Shock leaves him wide-eyed in surprise. It takes him a moment to zip through the thoughts that spring into his mind - a million possibilities, questions, and outcomes on what he'd do if this day had ever come. Then a grin lights up his face and you almost miss it as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you off the ground to hug tightly to him, spinning around from the sheer joy of having a child with you.

He's better than his father. And you're not his mother. And the world is a different place with the two of you together. He's more excited than you thought he'd be. He talks to your stomach even before the child can hear him. He wants to princess carry you everywhere. And he introduces you as the mother of his children.

Chevalier

The way Chev looked at you after you told him the news was chilling - not because it was his icy stare that had silenced rooms and struck fear in children, but because you had never seen him… scared. He was scared. The news was not happily recieved as you thought it would be.

As the two of you prepared for bed and you talked of your day, you broke the news with excitement and turned to see him stunned and staring. “Chevalier?” You called to him. His eyes cut from your belly to your face.

“It's okay. You're not a beast, and I'm not afraid of you.” Attempting to soothe his worries, you moved closer and slowly snuggled into his chest. “I'd be lucky to have a child just like you, because you're an amazing man.”

He relaxed in your arms, his own arms surrounded you as he dropped his chin to put his lips on your head. “I'd rather have a child like you who can love someone like me. You may never understand him if he's like me.”

“But I don't need to to love him.”

From that day forward, Chevalier dove into reading about medical studies and other literature on pregnancy, labor, and delivery. He stated checking up on you more often and bringing you all sorts of items said to help with pregnancy issues. He would have delivered your child himself except thankfully Clavis helped you talk him out of it. There are some things you'd rather he not be in the middle of.

Gilbert

“Do you want me to tell him?” Walter asked, a serious note in his voice.

“No. I want him to hear it from me.”

You knew the news of family was not a joyous thing in Obsidian. Especially for Gilbert. The land of deceit and decay, where families had murdered families for generations. Where the Emperor carried the sins of the Obsidian line that had wrought death and bloodshed countless times across this kingdom and others.

Gil had wanted to end it. To stop his line from continuing. And here you were, pregnant with his child. He wouldn't hurt you you were certain, but he might actually lock you up this time in order to prevent anybody else from hurting you. He could if he wanted. But living like that would leave everyone unhappy.

In order to prevent another bed-chaining, you visit him in his study. Before you made it two steps inside the room, he stood from his chair and moved towards you, worry clouding his face. He felt your anxiety. Something was not right with you, and he knew it.

“I'm fine,” you assured him as he quickly looked you over. “I just… have something to tell you.”

Gil's perfect smile covered up his momentary worry. “Surely, no one has bothered my little rabbit. Yet your heart is racing like the day we met.”

“No, no one has bothered me.” You step closer to him and wrap your arms around him, trapping him in place. With a lean of your back, you lock onto his single red eye to show how serious you are, and plainly explain, “I'm pregnant.”

His hands fly out, snatching you close to him as he squeezed you against his chest, holding onto you like you might somehow slip away if he were to let go. This is not the first time he has done this. You brace against him, giving him at least a few seconds of his desperate hugging before it begins to feel like he'll crush you. It always goes like this. 

“Gil! Gilbert, please. I can't breathe.”

He relinquished you, and as you gasped lungfuls of air, he scooped you up and strode out the door. “Wait! Gil! Where are we going?”

You were used to the palace by now that you knew he was headed towards his bedroom. Even if he didn't answer, you could already see how this was going to go. “Put me down! I am not going to be locked up and hidden away. That is not how you treat people you love.”

“Do you presume you can order me around?”

“No, but if you do this, I will never forgive you.”

Gilbert slowed his steps and came to a stop. In his eye you could see emotion wavering, and while you hadn't learned how to read him as well as he knew how to read you, you had learned to see the different sides of him that he only shared with you. 

“Now,” you began calmly, “I'll make some tea, and we can talk about this. At a table. With no shackles or rope.”

“I’m so weak to your requests. At least let me lock the doors so no one can bother us.”

“You can lock the doors if I get the key to them during our talk.”

Gilbert's biggest fear is losing someone he loves. He recognizes he has desires to control and cage MC to keep her safe from others, but he also knows those desires are not acceptable. He's at the mercy of his emotions, and despite being a genius, he often acts on whims, especially relating to MC. I'd love to explore this further. See how far we can push him.

[omkookie]

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, rut, PIV, oral, handjobs and nipple sucking, Rio wants to breed

Bunny!Rio whose rut starts at the beginning of the month.  Despite his aching cock, and heavy sack, he's ready to give you some sloppy head in the morning and pretend that he’s still completely fine. He doesn't want anything in return! 

He's so whipped for you, he's going to kiss your feet and worship the ground that you walk on. You so kindly let him suck on your pretty clit, so it's the least he can do for you! 

His brain short circuits when you pull him towards you, and tell him to fuck you. He's not sure he heard you right, so he asks you to repeat yourself. When you pin him down on the bed and rip his shirt open, his pupils dilate and his self control snaps. 

He grabs onto your hips and grinds his aching cock up against you, allowing you to unbuckle his belt. 

You let him fuck you until he loses count of how many times he's ejaculated. After he cums in you again, he topples over on the bed. His cock is still hard and leaking cum, and his fluffy tail twitches from time to time. He lies there, tired, but still horny and turned on. He wants to fill you with more of his cum! He can see his cum ooze out of your pretty pussy and drip down your pretty thighs, but he wants more! He needs to breed you, to make sure that you're pregnant. 

The two of you can have plenty of cute little bunnies! And he'll stay at home to raise them all, like the good little house bunny that he is. 

“One more…” he pants, pushing himself up on his elbows, “One more time please” he begs, his cheeks flushed in a deep hue of red. He lies back down against your chest, and his hand reaches up to cup your right breast, meanwhile while his mouth latches onto your left nipple. He sucks your breast gently, his tongue rolling your nipple. 

“Does my pretty bunny need to cum again?” You ask him, your hand reaching down to stroke his needy cock. “Please” Rio whines, letting go of your nipple to let out a needy cry. Ge goes back to suckling on your nipple as you jerk him. 

“Is my pretty boy going to cum?” You kiss his forehead, making him melt against you. “Mmmhm” he hums, letting go of your nipple to bite his lip. 

“I'm so close…. Please” His fluffy ears twitch, and his thighs tremble. Your bunny boy was getting closer to cumming again, and he held onto you for dear life. 

“I wanna cum inside you…” he whines, “I need to fill you up…with so much little bunnies” 

Your grip on his cock tightens as he continues to mindlessly ramble, “Please…oh… I need to get you pregnant. We're gonna..” he pants needily, “We're gonna have so many cute baby bunnies”

You'll let him cum in you, right? ;3 

[chirp-a-chirp]

You mean because of that sweetie.

[littlewitty]

PLEASE VALERIO AND SILVIO I CANNOT

(Ffs this is me and my sisters dynamic too [and I’m Valerio🥲])

PLEASE

[cherryxblossxms]

🔞 Thinking about Rio and how "just the tip" would fail utterly and completely and how he'd completely lose his mind to it.

Rio wants to make you happy, that's always his goal, and he'd rather die than ever disappoint you. And when you mention you want to try leading in bed, want to try teasing him, maybe edging him, for as long as possible to make up for all the times he's made your brain melt, he's quick to accept. But nothing challenges his strength of will more than just the tip, not when he's watching your body sway above him and he feels the tight, wet heat of your body on the tip of his cock.

Quite honestly, he feels like he's losing his mind, even when little time has passed. He's just always so eager for your touch, to love you and kiss you and fuck you the way you deserve, so holding back is far from ideal. That's mostly what leads to him unraveling you so often and so well, the desire to fill your thoughts with pleasure, perhaps with thoughts of him, to make you happier than you could possibly handle. So now, it's embarrassingly quick how soon he's crumbling beneath you, begging for you to let him fuck you, to sink down on him entirely.

What started out as soft whimpers and breathy moans easily devolves into begging and pleading. It doesn't help that you built the anticipation sky-high to start with, not with the way you licked and stroked his shaft, squeezed his heavy balls just how he liked it, and then spent the next several minutes grinding against him. In that position, all it would take is the right angle of his hips at the right moment and he could slide right into you. But that'd be going against your wishes, so instead he endured. And endured some more.

And now, as you swirl your hips, bounce just a little bit to where he can feel your body engulf another inch of his length, it's impossible for him to keep his mind straight anymore. The begging has turned into nearly incoherent babbles by this point, most of the words you can make out are just "please" and "more", and he looks ready to cry at any moment. And really, he just might, if you decide to finally show him mercy.

There's also the possibility that, despite his desire to keep you happy and obey your rules, he may also break the "just the tip" rule. He can't help it, he knows you deserve more, that he can make you feel so incredibly good if you just let him. And the ache in his balls is crying out to fill you up, sink you down on his cock so he can give you every last drop and then some. The second you give him the green light, he's pulling you down, almost blacking out from relief as he's finally sunken in to the hilt. He's surely spending the rest of the evening, going into the night, as deep inside you as he can be.

Rio loves to make you happy, and it's so important to him that he never disappoints you. But even he has his limits, and when you're giving him that little taste of heaven, can you blame him for being a little selfish and wanting more?

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

I saw this meme going around and just HAD TO

Ikevamp version

Ikesen version

[otomehoneyybearr]

Achroite's Lucky Bag

Achroite-Style New Year: Desire Liberation!

It's the New Year, and I found myself in the snow-covered land of Achroite.

Leon: "Matias.... isn���t here yet. Did we get here too early?"

Jin: "Well, he’ll be here soon enough. He’s a stickler for punctuality."

Nokto: "If you say so. Looks like we’ll have to wait a bit longer, think you can handle it?"

Emma: "Huh?"

Nokto: "You’re shaking like crazy."

(He noticed?! I thought I was hiding it well…)

Emma: "I’m fine! It’s just a little cold, that’s all."

Leon: "If you’re cold, come over here. It’ll be warm in my arms, don’t you think?"

Jin: "Hold on, hold on. Wouldn’t my youthful and fit body be a better source of warmth?"

Jin: "Come on, don’t be shy. Jump right in!"

Emma: "I absolutely will not!"

Nokto: "Haha, looks like she’s not interested in you two and your blatant ulterior motives."

Nokto: “If it were me, I could warm you up from the inside out.... What do you say?”

Rio: “Prince Nokto, you’ve got the most blatant ulterior motives of them all! Emma, I’ll protect you from these guys.”

Rio: "Here, take this. This vest is better than nothing, right?"

Emma: "But then you’ll get cold! I’m fine, really. Keep yourself warm, okay?"

Rio: "Emma buttoning up my vest for me… I'm so happy, my body's already starting to feel hot..."

Clavis: "Haha, even while shivering, you still think of others. How noble of you. Take this as a reward.”

Emma: "What’s this? A… clay doll?"

Clavis: “It’s the Warmth Clay Doll 2.0. Shake it and it’ll heat up”

(So there was a version before this one...)

(It might be a trap, but if it will really warm me up, then just a little won’t hurt…)

Emma: "...! Wow, it’s actually warm!"

Clavis: "Looks like you’ve taken a liking to it. Go ahead and shake it some more."

Emma: "Okay!"

(The more I shake it, the warmer it gets. How does this thing even work?)

(Wait, is it… swelling up?)

Matias: "It’s best to stop shaking it now.

Emma: "!?"

Matias: "I've also received one of these before and it didn’t end well."

Matias: “Given it’s a revised version; its effects are likely more potent and... Hmm? You’re looking a bit flushed—are you alright?"

Nokto: “Maybe it’s because you’re grabbing her arm and leaning in so close.”

Matias: “My apologies. It was impolite of me to grab a lady’s arm so suddenly.”

(It wasn’t just the closeness—there’s also distinct charm about him that’s different from the other princes of Rhodolite...)

Matias: “Keep that clay doll in your coat. As long as you don’t shake it excessively, you should find it useful.”

Emma: “Got it. I’ll use it carefully. Thank you, Clavis.”

Clavis: “Haha, that smug expression on your face is adorable too.”

Matias: "Now then... it’s been a while, everyone. Thank you for coming."

Leon: "It’s unusual for you to host something for the New Year. Got something you’re eager to show us?"

Matias: "Indeed. This year, the Royal Academy is hosting a New Year’s Festival."

Matias: "I thought you all might enjoy it, so I invited you."

Jin: "I heard the school used to run classes right after the New Year. Guess times have changed, huh?"

Rio: "Classes right after New Year’s? That’s a pretty studious school!"

Matias: "It’s more of an Achroite tradition than academic policy.

Matias: “Here, people celebrate from the year’s end into the New Year, then promptly return to their daily life.”

Matias: "When people think of New Year’s, they likely picture the fireworks at the stroke of midnight."

(I see. So customs really do vary from country to country...)

(Meanwhile, I usually just want to relax for a bit at the start of the year...)

Matias: "The festival is already underway. Allow me to guide you."

....

Emma: "Wow!"

(The Townsquare is packed with stalls selling all sorts food and souvenirs...!)

(Warm grape juice, coffee, salmon cream soup, and cheesy potatoes...)

(Just the smell is making me hungry!)

Jin: "Guess there’s no hot wine here... Drinking that in the snow is unmatched."

Nokto: "It’s a school festival. Of course, they wouldn’t have alcohol."

Jin: "Fair enough. Guess I’ll settle for coffee."

Jin: "Oh, and pile on the sugar like there’s no tomorrow.”

Nokto: "I think I’ll go for coffee too. What about you?"

Emma: "I’ll have one too."

(It's rare to have coffee in Rhodolite, so I want to savor this as much as I can.)

Rio: "Looks like everyone's having coffee, huh?"

Rio: "Prince Jin wants extra sugar, Prince Nokto only wants milk, and Emma prefers it with plenty of sugar and milk—"

Rio: "Got it! I’ll go place the order."

(Wow, Rio is amazing. He remembered everyone's preferences after hearing them just once and is placing the order perfectly.)

(Oh, the shopkeeper is using something like a cloth bag in the pot… Is that how they brew coffee here?)

(They’re putting what looks like dark brown powder into the bag and pouring hot water in a circular motion...)

(Wow, the powder is puffing up! And—)

Emma: "It smells incredible..."

Matias: "Waiting for coffee is a pleasure in itself."

Matias: "If the New Year’s festival becomes an annual tradition, perhaps someday I’ll visit with my future queen..."

Matias: "While waiting, she’d rub her hands together and smile, saying she made the coffee sweeter than usual today."

Matias: "But when she finally takes a sip, she’ll realize the cups were swapped and will be surprised by the unexpected bitterness."

Matias: "And as she laughs about the mix-up, the warmth in my chest would surpass even the coffee itself—"

Emma: "Prince Matias?"

Leon: "Looks like he’s wandered off into his little world again."

Nokto: "Being this happy just from the smell of coffee is a talent in its own right."

......

(Coffee with lots of milk and sugar has a warm sweetness that’s different from tea. It’s delicious.)

(Everyone around us is holding coffee while enjoying the festival too.)

(You really can't resist this roasted aroma, huh?)

Emma: "Oh, there are snow sculptures over there."

Matias: "Yes. All of them were made by students. Each has its own motif."

Emma: "Really? A motif…"

(What should I do? They all look so abstract that I can’t figure out what the motifs are.)

Leon: "What’s with the serious face?"

Emma: "Um, I was just thinking how deep and complex art can be..."

Leon: "Don’t overthink it. Just take it at face value and enjoy what you see."

Leon: "Look over there, that snow sculpture’s pretty straightforward, don’t you think?"

Emma: "It looks like some kind of oval... Do you know what it is, Leon?"

Leon: "That’s meat. Bone-in meat."

Emma: (Huh? Seriously!? But now that he says it, I guess it COULD be...)

Rio: "There's a plaque under the sculpture that says 'Hope, Despair, and Forgiveness.'"

Leon: "There you have it."

Emma: "Leon, do you just want to eat some bone-in meat?"

Leon: "I saw it at one of the stalls earlier, but I’ll save it for tonight. If I’m having meat, I want some booze to go with it."

Jin: "Hey now, is that how someone from the land of art and roses is supposed to act?"

Jin: "Leave it to Big brother Jin to nail the theme of a snow sculpture in one shot. Look at that round one over there."

Emma: "What is that supposed to be?"

Jin: "No doubt about it—that’s a chest barely contained by the neckline of a dress—"

Emma: "Stop interpreting things with such blatant desires, especially at a school!"

Nokto: "Emma’s right. Besides, sculptures like these usually have more abstract inspirations."

Nokto:  "Take that one over there, for example."

Emma: "It’s a long, wavy, board-like shape... What’s it supposed to be?"

Nokto: "It’s obvious. It’s the sensation of pure bliss when—"

Emma: "Nope, absolutely not! ....Huh?"

(Clavis and Prince Matias are both staring pretty intently at the same snow sculpture.)

Clavis: "Art is open to interpretation, but... this is one thing I cannot concede on."

Matias: "My apologies, but I’m not willing to back down on this either."

(Are they arguing about something? Why—)

Clavis: "The motif of this snow sculpture is clearly feet. That should be obvious to anyone."

Matias: "No, it’s a waist. That graceful curve can only represent a waist."

(………)

(Well, at least they’re actually fighting.)

Clavis: "This isn’t getting us anywhere."

Matias: "The creator of this sculpture is over there. It might be unrefined, but we could ask them directly."

Clavis: "Very well. No hard feelings, no matter the answer."

(And they’re off.)

(……)

(And now they’re back. They're both looking a little dejected, though...)

Clavis: "To think it was meant to be a nape of the neck…"

Matias: "It seems we both have much to improve on. Let’s call it a draw this time."

(They’re shaking hands firmly... Clavis and Prince Matias have such an interesting relationship.)

Rio: "Hey, Emma, look at this."

Rio: "That snow sculpture kind of looks like your silhouette when you’re reading a book."

Rio: "And that one looks like you when you’re holding your cheeks after eating something delicious."

Rio: "Huh, now that I’m thinking about it, everything here is starting to look like Emma."

Rio: "Does this mean I’m surrounded by snow sculptures of Emma? Wait, is this paradise...?"

Emma: "There’s no way these are sculptures of me! Rio, you’re as over the top as ever..."

Matias: "The creator may not have intended you to be their motif, Miss Emma, but I can’t entirely rule it out either."

Matias: "At the very least, it seems this will be a year that might become significant in your life."

Emma: "What do you mean by that?"

Matias: "In Achroite, it’s tradition to drop melted beeswax into water on New Year’s Day and interpret its shape to predict the coming year."

Matias: "The abstract shapes of these snow sculptures are inspired by that tradition."

Matias: "Though, most people are tipsy on hot wine while interpreting, so they often just voice whatever their desires are at the moment..."

Matias: "Desire itself isn’t inherently bad, as long as you know how you manage it."

Matias: "After all, it’s the longing for something that drives people forward in life."

Rio: "Then I guess it means I’ll keep openly expressing my love to Emma this year too!"

Matias: "Indeed, I’m sure you will."

Matias: "Miss Emma, have you seen anything in the snow sculptures that speaks to you?"

Emma: "Not yet…"

Matias: "Hmm, you’re quite modest."

Matias: "If there’s anything you desire, please don’t hesitate to share it. I’ll do what I can to fulfill it."

....

(Before I knew it, the festival fun carried on into the night.)

(Prince Matias said that once the New Year’s celebrations are over, everything would return to normal.)

(The Townsquare is lively, filled with stalls offering hot wine and baked goods.)

Jin: "Drinking hot wine in the cold really warms you up."

Leon: "That's what New Years in Achroite is all about. All that's left is the fireworks."

Emma: "They’re launching fireworks?"

Matias: "Unfortunately, the fireworks are only at the stroke of midnight."

Matias: "Fireworks outside of the New Year’s celebration are generally prohibited in Achroite."

Matias: "That’s why the citizens cherish the New Year’s fireworks so much."

Emma: "I see. That makes sense."

(I wanted to see the fireworks, but if that’s the case, then it can’t be helped.)

Matias: "……"

Matias: "Miss Emma, would you mind lending me that doll from earlier?"

(The doll... does he mean the Warmth Clay Doll 2.0?)

Matias: "Thank you. Please step back a bit."

Emma: "Sure... Wait, Prince Matias! If you shake it like that—"

Matias: "There, it’s ready."

(Huh? Prince Matias just tossed the doll into the air...)

Emma: "Wow!"

(Snow mixed with colorful, sparkling lights falls down—it’s like a firework display!)

Clavis: "Hm, it could use some adjustments, but not bad for a start."

Matias: "I never thought I’d end up using your traps like this."

Matias: "But with the hot wine and fireworks, we’ve managed to recreate a modest Achroite-style New Year."

Matias: "What do you think, Miss Emma? One day, I’d like to show you real fireworks if possible."

(It’s so beautiful. The snow, the sparkles, the warm wine... It feels like I’ve stepped into the pages of a book.)

(I’m so glad I came to Achroite.)

Matias: "......"

Emma: "Oh, sorry. I was so captivated by the scene... Is something wrong, Prince Matias?"

Matias: No, nothing at all."

Matias: "Perhaps it’s the hot wine talking, but after seeing your expression, I found myself predicting the year to come."

Matias: "And I’m confident about one thing."

Matias: "This year is bound to be a wonderful one."

Tanzanite | Ruby

▼・ᴥ・▼

[tuxud7]

Princes Swap! : Clavis and Chevalier Ft. Chevalier's cloak.

It's just the first chapter and I'm already cackling.

Petition for Clavis to have his own cloak.

Yeah Emma, I second your thoughts.

RAAAAAH! *Wheezes*

Ahem! A rare sighting! I say that's a rare sighting! A scowling Lulu and a smiling Cheb. I have to frame this. I wish there was a CG for this scene!

[artificial-infatuation]

[memoria-99]

Rat in the kitchen

What would happen to this little mouse

[lavulabi]

my body collapses on the floor as if gravity became a hundred times stronger i am down awfully The floor can't hold me any longer i fall through the roof of my downstairs neighbor smashing into the kitchen table where a few seconds ago a fine vase gifted by a long dead grandma is shattered to bits I am down terriblly the shattered vase burrows itself in my skin and flesh as I destroy the ground and fall into the sewer It smells weirdly familiar somewhere a memory is repressed to no more than a painfully jo-

[chevlvrs]

Luke could pass a girl dad too tbh