#clavis x you

[omkookie]

♡ Suitors ♡ · Silvio, Clavis Nokto and Luke. 🩷

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Yandere themes, slightly suggestive, Murder. Fluffy yanderes 16+ ☺️

Silvio

He hates the man from the moment he sees him. How dare he approach you? It was very fucking obvious that you were HIS woman. You were covered in HIS Jewellery, wearing HIS fancy collar. It was clear as day that you were Silvio Ricci's possession.

No one should be approaching you. Especially not that sneaky cunt of a nobleman who has a reputation of being a womanizer. After he sees the nobleman put his hand on your waist, Silvio snaps and is by your side in a split second, his hands grabbing the guy so hard that his rings leave imprints on his skin. He shoves him away from you, and you take Silvio’s hand to immediately calm him down. You just know that Silvio will turn this into a fight if you don’t. Silvio huffs, still very fucking annoyed by the nobleman as nobleman dismisses himself, coming up with an excuse to leave, and apologizing profusely as he does so.

When he leaves, you pull Silvio in for a hug, Telling your sweet boy how happy you are of the progress he’s made, and how he didn’t do something like dumping the man in the sea. Silvio nestles his head into the crook of your neck and listens to you, feeling somewhat content with your praise as you give him your affection.

He’s still beyond jealous. How could a scummy little nobleman touch you? Especially when he knows that you belong to Silvio. HIs mere audacity was enough to land him dead in the sea behind the palace. If it weren’t for you, Silvio would have the man tied and then drowned. It’s only because of your kindness and your ability to deal with his yandere tendencies that he got away… That doesn’t fully mean that he gets off the hook though. Silvio is hateful, Very hateful and possessive. He’ll make sure that the man’s business turns into a living hell. May that be a lesson to the scummy nobleman never touch you again.

Oh, But Silivo’s jealousy will get toned down after you give him some kisses! Just don’t surprise him, and make sure that you give him a warning before you smooch him. You don’t want his face to turn the same color as a tomato’s while there are still other people around.

Or do you?

Clavis

“………”

A very long moment of silence, and cue to Clavis looking at the man with murderous intent. Ooh, what will he do to that man? He’ll dig a pitfall so deep for him, that he can fall in and possibly break a leg. He’ll fill it with poison ivy so that he gets problems with his respiratory system, and–

You notice your lover’s salty frown from across the room, then immediately know what’s up. You dismiss yourself and walk over to Clavis, enveloping your lover in your arms to hold him close. Clavis pouts, but hugs you in return before resting his cheek on your shoulder. “All he did was greet me. Clavis.” You tell him while snuggling against his chest.“

Clavis somewhat calms down, For now… And it’s only because you look so cute when snuggling against him. Still, In his head he schemes what he’ll do with the man late at night, before he returns home to you. He knows who the man is, and he knows how infatuated the man is with you.

That’s why he’ll deal with the matter later.

Now, Is it wrong, or is it right? Taking a person’s life just because they touched something that’s his? Was it immoral to be protective of what you hold dearest to you? Was it okay to stab someone, and then watch as the blood gushes out of them?

Clavis watches the blood seep out of the nobleman’s wound, and although he knows that he should feel guilt he feels nothing. In his eyes, he simply did what was right. The man shouldn’t have touched you. He shouldn’t have tried getting close to you, and it was his own damn fault that he was dead. Clavis kicks his body off of the cliff and watches as it plunges into the depths of a thick fog. The cold night air chills his skin, and the coppery smell of blood still lingers in the air. Letting out a resigned sigh, He decides to finally go back home to you. You’ll surely be waiting for him in bed, and he can’t wait to shower you in his hugs.

He’ll never hold another ball in his territory though.

Nokto

Oh. He’s mad alright.

He hates the man from the bottom of his heart. How could a disgusting insect like him kiss the back of YOUR hand? Nokto appears behind you and makes a show out of pulling you close to him by your waist, and then kissing your neck to show off that you’re his. Jealousy easily bubbles up within him when another man does as little as look at you. You are beautiful. Gorgeous, clad in one of the nicest looking dresses which he picked out for you. Other men getting to look at you was bad enough, But, having the audacity to touch you was foul. His display of affection, of course, makes the guy who kissed you leave awkwardly.

Nokto watches in annoyance as the man leaves, and then he pouts, looking like an annoyed little fox. He takes your arm to lead you toward the rose garden.

“Don’t go seducing other guys besides me now.” He teases you, trying to sound as unaffected as possible while you leave the ballroom together. But of course, you can see right through his facade.

In the garden, his lips are all over your body. His hands roam over your skin, and he sucks and kisses every inch of your chest. He loves you. He loves you so much, Your body, mind and soul. You’re perfect, and he adores you. So, don’t leave him no matter what, and don’t look at any other man. He’ll love you sweetly, and he’ll hold you even closer until his jealousy melts away… His jealousy of course, quickly dissipates when you cup his cheeks and kiss him. Your sweet words of reassurance make his heart melt, and he sighs in bliss as he rests his head onto your shoulder.

You coddle him all evening long, giving him your undivided attention and sweet affection. Needless to say, This wild fox is tamed and cuddly on your lap, absorbing all of the love that he can like a sponge.

Luke

Your protective boyfriend doesn’t leave you alone. That’s why, It comes as a surprise to both of you when a rather audacious man starts hitting on you right in front of him. You chuckle, clearly not fazed by the man’s flirty demeanor, and obviously finding him rather ridiculous. Luke, on the other hand, just watches as you reject his advances and laugh at him. You don’t waste any time entertaining the man, and simply hug your boyfriend closer. He wraps a protective arm around you, and shoots a piercing glare at the man so that he finally leaves.

Once left alone, you go back to munching on your honey’d snacks, and enjoying the theatre’s play. You have a nice day with Luke and forget all about the man from earlier,  

Luke on the other hand hasn’t. He knows that the man who followed you to the theatre was a nobleman who was deeply in love with you, and thinking about how the guy must have been stalking you to get here was insufferable. He decides to take things in his own hands that evening so that the nobleman wouldn’t stalk you again. He waits for the man to appear behind a bar before grabbing him by the collar of his neck and slamming him against the building. Before he knows it, He strangles the nobleman to death– and then looking down at his hands, he feels guilty. 

He let his obsession get the better of him, and allowed his impulsive decision to take control of him.

Luke comes home looking like a kicked puppy and confesses what has happened, expecting you to immediately berate him for what he did… But you don’t. He’s surprised when you sigh in exasperation but still comfort him, and tell him everything will be okay. You snuggle against your gentle giant and pet his head until he feels better, and his heart flutters when you run your fingers through his hair. Even after finding out about something like that, you were still so king. Even though he killed someone, you didn’t look at him like he was a murderer. 

You still looked at him like he was your lover.

Luke hugs you tightly, then he kisses your forehead to thank you for not hating him. <3

@ala-rossi

[blissfullyapillow]

₊ ⊹Clavis always finds a way to be touching your legs because he is a leg man, after all. Not a boob man.

₊˚⊹♡Main Masterlist

“Clavis, are you even listening?” You undoubtedly sound as exasperated as you feel, trying to explain the importance of something that’s been brought to your attention.

“Dearie me, it seems I’ve gotten a bit distracted. Please, repeat what you’ve said love. I will cling to your every word as I always do.” Despite his playful yet sincere words, his fingers continue to glide up and down your inner thigh as his gaze remains fixated on your legs.

“You say that, yet you didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” You can’t help but pout when he proceeds to continue touching your thighs; this time his hand grips your thigh before squeezing it.

A sound of pleasure escapes his lips, and he appears to be more focused than ever before on the plush flesh of your thighs.

“Oh sweetheart, I always dutifully listen to every word that leaves those pretty lips. I understand. I will be sure to sort out the issue in a timely manner, but there are more pressing matters that need my attention right now.” Clavis’ words serve to not only fluster you, but make your heart quiver as well.

“..and what is this 'pressing matter' that needs your attention right now?” The words leave your lips in a tantalizing whisper; breathless and knowing. Oh, Clavis loves it when you sound like that.

His lips quirk into an all too familiar smile before his hand squeezes your thigh once more. Soon, it begins to make its descent down your thigh. 

Suddenly he leans over you, and his hand deftly maneuvers your leg, lifting it up to place it over his shoulder.

The fire in his playful gaze makes you squirm, but it seems your reaction only serves to ignite the flames within his captivating irises even further.

“My sweet little bunny already knows the answer to that question, don’t they?” Your mouth parts with the intention of retorting his very true statement, but a moan leaves it instead. 

Clavis’ fingers explore the familiar terrain of your body, starting from your legs, as his lips press slow, agonizing kisses to your thighs.

₊˚ෆ

Clavis made sure his “important business” was thoroughly and completely tended to, and true to his word the following day he made sure to address the issue you brought to his attention.

If only he didn’t tease you with that knowing smirk on his lips as he talked to the people of his Kingdom, keeping his eyes on you the entire time.

[sky-drgn]

Dance With Me

Clavis Lelouch x reader Pronouns: None, reader described as wearing a dress Genre: Fluff Warnings: Spoilers for Clavis's 7th wonder Word Count: 1,341 Prompt: 8 Rainy Days Part of @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess Spring Showers Spring Flowers challenge! Thank you so much for hosting the event! This was really fun, despite Clavis giving me writers block multiple times LOL Edited~ Still could be some grammar/spelling mistakes!

As morning came, the sun did not. The clouds from the rain that fell during the night lingered in the sky. The heavy rain that fell while the castle slept left the gardens soaked. The scent of rain-soaked roses would be left lingering all day, longer if it decides to rain again.

Prince Clavis hated the smell of rain-soaked roses, hated seeing them. The memories the scent brought back were never fun ones to remember so clearly. Still, he put on his smile and went about his day.

As much as he tried, Prince Claivs couldn't fool everyone with this smile. Prince Chevalier, who knew exactly why, who had been there through it all; Cyran who had been told, at least, in passing; and his lover, you, who had been told one rainy night, but not the specifics of why, much like Cyran. Chevalier merely took note of the weather and adjusted Clavis’s work accordingly, more or less depending on the day, Cyran tried his best to help in his own way, but you didn’t really know what to do. Newer in his life compared to his older brother and most trusted knight, you were still trying to figure out how to fill in the cracks in his smile. Without knowing the exact reason the rain-soaked roses had such an effect on him certainly didn’t help. Especially as someone who has always liked the rain.

On this particular day, Chevalier decided it was better to give Clavis more than usual. Have him focus on all the things he needs to get done, instead of the scent of damp roses that had filtered through open windows in the hallways. Cyran always hated to admit how the focus on the extra work seemed to help, but he did his part to help anyway, this did mean extra work for him too.

Meanwhile, you spent the late morning making Clavis’s favorite snacks. The earlier morning was spent doing your work with Sariel. You made sure to make extras for anyone else in the office, but your main focus was on your lover. His favorite tea to pair with the snacks. Every little detail about the early afternoon tea would be focused on Clavis and his favorite things.

“Ahh, my lovely lover knows me so well,” Clavis said seeing the arrangement you brought up to the office. 

“I had some extra time, so I thought I’d make something nice,” you said. It was only half true. You had asked for the afternoon off, but it had been planned for you to have less work that day behind the scenes. It’s how you were able to finish your work in the late morning, faster than expected of you. 

“But did you really need to bring any for my brother?” Clavis said as if the man in question wasn’t sitting right there. Chevalier didn’t seem to mind as he said nothing nor did he look up.

“It would’ve been rude not to, knowing he’s here too.” You responded honestly. 

After a bit of a break, you decided it was best to leave to allow Clavis to get back to work. Yet you stopped by a voice other than your boyfriend. Chevalier was telling you to stay to help Clavis sort through papers to get his work done he does have extra after all; Chevalier planned for this.

As the hours passed by, you helped Clavis work. The clouds in the sky parted allowing rays of sun to peak out from the clouds. When Clavis was nearly done, he thanked you for the help and advised you to take the rest of the day off. You’d already finished your work, he could handle the rest. Knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer, you pressed a kiss to Clavis’s forehead - Chevalier was focused on wrapping up his work, one small kiss wouldn’t hurt. Your lover froze for a moment but smiled as he noticed you were already gone before he could tease you. He decided to let this one pass. He knew what you, Chevalier, and Cryan had been doing all day. Clavis was truly grateful for everything you’ve done today and every other time it rains. (Chevalier as well, but he would never even dare admit it, even to himself.)

As you made it to your room you realized that despite the sun shining over the gardens it had started to lightly rain. You’ve always enjoyed the rain. Especially sun showers. Ever since you were young you’d go out and play in the rain or read a book by the window to the calming sounds of rain in the background.

With Clavis never explicitly telling you the reason for his great dislike of rain-soaked roses, you wondered if your want to go out with him was one you should ignore or not.

“Clavis!” You said happily having just left your room to look for him. “Come dance with me? Please.” You grabbed his hand excited to go dance with him, if he's willing.

Clavis noted you changed into the new sundress he’d gotten for you a couple of weeks ago. The plans to wear it on your next date in town kept getting moved around with work, more work, and the weather. You look amazing in the dress, as he expected. “Dance? Wh-”

“Don’t think about it, just come dance with me, please?” You asked, cutting him off. 

“How can I possibly say no to such a request?” Clavis agreed with a soft smile.

The third prince let you happily pull him out to the gardens, the rain-soaked roses hitting his senses immediately, but you tightened the grip on his hand keeping him with you. “Don’t think, just follow me,” you said looking back at him for a moment. And he did. You looked incredibly happy, you looked like you knew exactly what you were doing.

And you did. You lead Clavis down the cobblestone paths of the garden to the open area by the lake. Yes, there were bushes around it, but there were rose bushes all around the gardens. Avoiding roses in Rholdiate was nearly impossible.

Slipping your heels off, you pulled the third prince towards the grass and twirled underneath his arm to face him, resting your opposite hand around his neck with a laugh.

It was rare you left Clavis speechless, but this was definitely one of those times. The sloppy and awkward yet smooth dance you led him in was one you clearly enjoyed. The way you giggled as you spun under his arm again and again, the rain flowing off your dress as you did so. The way the sun shined on your face as you dipped back confident Clavis’ strong arms wouldn’t let you fall. The two of you getting soaked from the rain, yet you didn’t seem to mind; it seemed like you loved it. The setting sun only lit up your smile in a way it hasn’t before.

As the sun dipped further into the horizon, the rain seemingly picked up. Yet your happiness didn’t fade with the sun, nor did Clavis's. The scent of wet roses seemed to disappear the longer the two of you had danced, despite the smell only growing stronger. Still, Clavis found himself genuinely smiling as he focused solely on you, on the dance.

The rain had completely stopped now, giving way to the light of the full moon. Clavis had joined you in your bed after a much-needed hot bath. Carefully helping each other wash out the cold rainwater. Even now he can still feel the warmth on your skin as you hold each other close.

The next morning brought with it clear blue skies as the sun lit up the gardens. The third prince watched as you looked out the window fondly. Water dripped off the rose petals and leaves as the sun started to dry them. Clavis realized that while he will never like the smell of rain-soaked roses, he wouldn’t mind dancing in the rain with you again.

IkePri Master List

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IkéPrince's Favorite Kinks 😈

18+ | MDNI! | IkéPrinces x Fem!Reader

CW: Some kinks are not for everyone! Mentions of (consensual!) power imbalances, bodily harm/violence, Dom/Sub dynamics, humiliation/taking advantage, mentions of cutting/blood, some slight CNC (somnophilia), (consensual) controlling behavior, mentions of fingering, p-in-v sex, and more!

AN: These are just my opinions on which kinks the princes/other Rhodolite court members would be into! Some of them are a little more on the extreme side of things! Haha! This post is for all you fellow freaks out there! Enjoy!!

Jin Grandet – Sensation Play / Sensory Deprivation (blindfolding)

Jin is a slut, it’s true, but he doesn’t strike me as the kinkiest guy in Rhodolite. However! He likes to spice things up now and again! I feel like he would get a kick out of being lightly tickled with a feather as foreplay—even better if it was happening while he was blindfolded. Anything to draw out the anticipation and tension for this guy who usually doesn’t have to work that hard at getting someone into bed with him lol. Also, imagine lightly tracing a finger or a butter knife or a feather or literally anything over those shoulder and chest muscles....? And he might even let out a little low-toned nervous chuckle...?? Yeesh. 😮‍💨

Chevalier Michel – Overstimulation/Edging

Chev loves to have the power! He loves to make you squirm! He thinks it’s hot but also it genuinely amuses him! Lol. What a monster this guy would be. He’s written in his route/canonically as having awkward, fumbling movements when it comes to romance/intimacy, but I’m sorry, I do not buy it! Sorry to you, Ikéwriters! You’re wrong! This dude is so confident it is almost scary! He would be so commanding in bed!! For real!! Like, he is perfect at everything and has read so many romance novels...??? Like he would be lethal??? Imagine him fingering you so deftly that you are about to come, and then he extracts himself from you so suddenly that your heart almost falls out of your chest, but you look up and he’s just smirking at you??? King Chev needs to unwind too okay!!

Clasvis LeLouch – Bondage

Another member of the Rhodolitian Sluts Committee! However, Clavis is a “gentleman.” He “respects” you or whatever. Haha, I actually don’t think he would be that kinky, but I do think that he knows his way around some rope lmao. He’s always setting traps! He’s bound to set a trap for you in your bedroom one of these days. And that trap would be designed in a way that some rope would happen to pull you up by your wrists, leaving you helpless and writhing like a little worm on a hook for him. What is he supposed to do? Not toy with your body and tease you until you come?? He’s so considerate though! Always just thinking about your pleasure... What’s the problem?? 😇

Leon Dompteur – Breeding Kink

Okay, don’t come for me, but I genuinely think that Leon is the least kinky of all of the princes. He’s so noble and so egalitarian that I can’t really picture him getting into sexy stuff that requires power exchanges or pain or too much tension even. There’s a world of kink beyond those things, of course, but he just reads like a sweet vanilla boyfriend to me! But! I can see him getting particularly excited by the idea of putting his babies inside you haha. He would come inside you one time and then not be able to stop thinking about the possibility of you getting pregnant—imagining your belly swelling up, your glow as you carry his child... he’d get all embarrassed by how much the idea turns him on! He’d sheepishly bring it up at first, but before long he’d be whispering in his husky daddy voice about how he’s going to fill you up with his seed. Teehee!

Yves Kloss – Food Play

I mean, chef Yves feeding you his delicious treats? Or eating off of your naked body? Treating you like his personal little buffet? Yves would be so sensual with this. He would get off on watching you eat, loving the facial expressions that you make while you savor something that he made just for you. He’d also be into eating off of you—whipped cream play comes to mind! He’d hand-make some deliciously sweet and fluffy cream, first putting it somewhere cute and innocent like on your nose and licking it off, and you guys would tease each other until he gets all flustered and frustrated and decides to put it on your nipples and your bare stomach and your fingers and... everywhere! He'll show you who can make who flustered!! hehe cutie Yves. 🤭

Nokto Klein – Exhibitionism

Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got another huge slut over here! Ugh, I love Nokto haha. He’s such a problem lmao. He wants the whole world to know that you are his and his alone. He also wants the whole world to know how hot and sexy you are! He’d take any opportunity to fuck you in semi-public. Or at least make out with you. He knows how to get you so distracted with his tongue, his hands, his murmurs in your ear... He’d be fingering you in the palace gardens or in a back corner of a ballroom before you even knew what hit you. He’d be all like “Look at her body, look how beautiful she is, haha but don’t ever touch or I will kill you! While smiling! Teehee!”

Licht Klein – Pain/Blood Play

(This kink is not for everyone! Proceed with caution! Also PLEASE be careful if you try this IRL!) Licht gives me masochist vibes. I can see him lying in bed with you, both of your naked bodies softly touching, you lightly running your fingers over his muscular arms, until he cautiously broaches the idea of you using a knife/small razor blade to make small cuts on him or a needle to pierce his ears or skin... You would hesitate at first, but after he reassures you and you see just how flushed and excited he gets from being at your mercy like that, you’d realize that it’s something he gets off on and enjoys. You guys would talk about it a lot to make sure that you’re going about it in a safe way! Part of the appeal for him is you treating his wounds afterward! He would only trust you with this activity.

Luke Randolph – Somnophilia

(All of this is consensual!) Luke loves to nap, and I feel like napping together would be a staple in your relationship. He loves nothing more than slowly fluttering his eyes open to see you lying next to him, still asleep. You look so beautiful and delectable, and since you guys have agreed that it’s okay—you even have a system in place, where you put on a certain bracelet or ribbon that signals your consent before you go to sleep (if you’re not wearing it, he won’t do anything)—he’d slowly slide his hand between your legs, trailing soft, wet kisses along your neck and collarbone while you’re still sleeping, gradually beginning to stroke your clit... the sensation of you getting wet while you only start to stir awake makes him hard as a rock, and before long you’d both be up and at ‘em lol.

Sariel Noir – BDSM / Impact Play

The Devil of the King’s Court!!! Oooohooohoohoo. Sariel, Sariel, Sariel... Hahaha, I can’t with this man. He definitely has a secret torture dungeon somewhere in the castle, filled with all kinds of beautifully designed whips and paddles and chains. You’d be his little plaything, no question haha. Sariel is for the masochist girlies lol. He would find excuses to “punish” you all the time, and honestly you would do the same—he would be so excited at the sight of your pretty skin getting redder and redder as he spanks you or whips you. He’d reward you for good behavior by making you come over and over again and being very sweet with his aftercare. Ugh, kinky king!

Rio Ortiz – Getting Fem Dommed / Puppy play

Biggest! Sub! In! Rhodolite! Haha. Rio is canonically referred to as the MC’s “pet” or “mutt” or “dog” across multiple main story lines lmao. And he would be such a good boy! Imagine his eager little face as you boss him around. He wants nothing more than to please you. You could be a mean mistress or a kind mistress, it doesn’t even matter! He’s at your beck and call no matter what. He’s your personal little bitch now, so use him! He likes it! Buy him a collar and leash and everything. He’ll do literally anything for his beloved mistress. Ugh, it would be equally fun to yell at him or reward him for his good behavior. Rio is the ultimate puppy material!

Gilbert von Obsidian – Total Power Exchange

(This kink is not for everyone! Don’t forget that Gilbert is pretty much a dictator! Proceed with caution! This is a consensual activity! Don’t put up with this shit IRL unless it’s thoroughly agreed upon!) Gilbert would love to control every single aspect of your life haha. He likes to see the anxious look on your face when you need something but know that you have to ask for his permission. Like, you even have to ask for his permission to go to the bathroom or eat food. He likes having all of your needs at his mercy. It makes him so horny for you. Of course, you have to ask for his permission on what to wear, who you can talk to even... Your entire life belongs to him, just like he likes it. Occasionally, you would do something without his permission and he would have to punish you!

Keith Howell – Wax Play

My thinking here is that wax play would appeal to both “Keiths.” Dark Keith would like it for the danger/tension and Kind Keith would like it for the softness/sensualness of it after the wax dries. They would go about it in different ways. Dark Keith would hold you down and pour hot wax over your most sensitive areas, making you yelp. Kind Keith would slowly drip wax along the less intense erogenous zones, like your collarbones or feet, then sweetly peel it off of your naked body. The temperature play aspect of it would be really exciting for him, and he’d love to praise your beautiful soft skin after it’s been dipped in wax.

Silvio Ricci – Getting FinDommed

This kind of breaks from MC’s canonical attitude toward Silvio and his wealth, but this is what is in my heart lol. Silvio likes a brat! He’s a tyrant and has a difficult personality, but he actually likes it when someone doesn’t back down from him. He’s so used to getting whatever he wants, the idea of being at the mercy of his little bratty baby's whims and needs would be so thrilling to him. Literally he’s your wallet now. He’s the richest man in Benitoite! Take advantage of him! He doesn’t get a choice. He's there to buy you new clothes, new shoes, as many treats as you want, a new house even! He’s got the money, babe! And that money is YOURS now. Not his. Muahahaha. 😈

[aquagirl1978]

Fanfiction

Be Still, My Queen (NSFW)

Tempting the Beast (NSFW)

Making the Morning Worthwhile (NSFW)

Marking You as Mine (NSFW)

Adorably Awkward

Want A Bite?

A Hundred Thousand Roses (NSFW)

My Queen

A Crown for Your King (NSFW)

The Tiger Cares

The Glasses Stay On (NSFW)

Pas de Deux

The King's Command

Just a Dream

Just Another Day

Crash Into Me (NSFW)

A Rare Treat

Torment (NSFW)

Stay

Season of Change

The Queen's Command

What a Difference a Year Makes

Kiss From a Rose

She is Mine

Twist of Fate

Read to Me

Happily Ever After

The Morning After (NSFW)

More Than Words

Take My Breath Away (NSFW)

My Yellow Rose

It Was You

No Regrets

Finally (NSFW)

Chasing Fireflies

In Your Eyes

His Human Heart

Fall on Me

A New Day

Sugar and Spice

The Exchange

Run Away With Me

Family

The Little Things

Drabbles

five more minutes

not yet

grief

bathing

fever

scars & souvenirs

white day

marks

Chats

A Trip to Wonderland (IkeRev x IkePri)

The One Where Belle Invites the Suitors to a Picnic (Licht, Gilbert, Sariel, Clavis, Chevalier, Jin)

Headcanons

What kind of undies do the princes wear? (Act 1 Suitors)

Women's Lingerie - Do they wear it and what would they wear? (ALL)

Suitors react when MC gifts them a plushie of their crest animal - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors React to a Sick MC - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Sariel)

Jealous Princes - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio)

Suitors Reaction to Finding a Toy in Your Room (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio, Gilbert)

Children's Books (Chevalier, Clavis)

Dream Wedding (Chevalier, Gilbert)

Grocery Shopping (Chevalier, Gilbert)

MC Reacts to Fight with Suitor (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Kisses (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors as Vampires Biting MC for the First Time (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors React to Finding Out Belle is Pregnant (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin, LIcht, Sariel)

Chevalier Michel with a Lovey Dovey MC

Taking Suitor's Gloves Off (Gilbert, Rio, Chevalier)

How the Suitors React to an Unexperienced Belle (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin)

Suitors Reactions to an MC Who Gets Lost Easily (Yves, Nokto, Chevalier, Clavis)

Suitors Reactions to Attending a Baseball Game (Chevalier's Faction)

Suitors React to an MC with an Eating Disorder/Body Dysmorphia (Leon, Chevalier, Clavis)

Chevalier with a Pregnant MC

Halloween with the Princes (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors Reactions to a Ticklish MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)

[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!

[violettduchess]

A/N: My gift for the incredibly talented @dicenete 💜 as part of the excellent @flash-exchange

Prompt: Make It Quiet

Clavis x Reader

WC: 552

“Ah…..there you are. I was just wondering where the brightest jewel in this sea of noble gemstones had ventured off to. I have been speaking to some of our esteemed guests and I’m sure you would have delighted the Azurite prince–”

“You have to come with me.”

He blinks. “Now?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my, my lamb seems rather impatient. Don’t you want to have a quick dance? The orchestra is just finished warming up and–”

“C’mon.” You seize his hand, a prisoner held tightly in your satin glove.

“What a delightful turn of events. Are you perhaps hungry -Pardon me, sir- Yves has outdone himself overseeing the food -Excuse me, madame- although it lacks originality if you ask me-…Um…Darling? This is an exit.”

“Exactly. Come along.”

“I see I never knew the true strength of your grip. You are very insistent, my love. My, how dark the hallway is compared to the bright lighting of the ballroom. Are you sure–”

“Just a little further.”

“Your laughter tells me I shouldn’t be so suspicious. What sort of adventure is my sweet one taking me on? I- Wait, why are we stopping? There’s nothing here.”

“Wrong. THIS is here.”

“An alcove? Are you sure, sweetheart? There isn’t even a statue or painting or decorative anything! It’s nothing but darkness.”

“So perceptive. Come closer.”

“Have I mentioned how astoundingly strong your grip–”

“Stop. Talking.”

Shrouded by the shadows of the alcove, you cover his mouth with yours, fingers curled into the soft velvet of his lavender lapel.

Clavis does not speak. He can’t. He is powerless in the face of your radiant desire. All he can do is return your fervent kisses. He wasn’t entirely wrong about your appetite. Each kiss is hungrier than the last. His back is soon pressed against the smooth, cool wall, a startling contrast to the hastening heat of your body which he can feel through your layers of silk and brocade.

You graze the elegant line of his neck with your lips as you speak.

“I saw you talking to all those people-”

“Esteemed guests, my sweet,” he gasps, his hands grasping at the folds of your voluminous gown as if he needs something to hold on to, lest he fall.

“And you looked so…..” You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite, just hard enough for him to inhale sharply. “So at ease, in your element. So collected and calm.” Your hands slide down his sides, slip inside his waistcoat. “I suddenly had the burning desire to see you….unsettled.”

Your hands slide down further, over expensive silk and shiny golden buttons and butter-soft leather and metal buckles.

Is he….trembling?

“I believe,” he says breathlessly, “you are getting what you desire, my darling.”

Your smile is hidden in the darkness but he can taste it on your lips.

“Almost.”

“Ah….my love…..” He is losing this battle, falling backwards off the cliff of reason and hurtling towards the sea of no return. “Anyone….could walk by.”

But you both know his protest is hollow as his hands are already under the heavy folds of your skirts, gripping your thighs, pulling you towards him. 

”Don’t worry, my prince,” you murmur against his ear, a music that rivals the greatest of orchestras. “We’ll make it quiet.”

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Well Deserved

Prompts: Guided touching/ Intercrural sex Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Reader Smut | Explicit Content | NSFW | MDNI CW: Lingerie, marking, slight oral/fingering, thigh fetish, intercrural sex (thigh fucking), Clavis making a mess XD WC: 1.4k A/N: Prompts from @natimiles, @valkyyriia, @candied-boys's Kinktober prompts and @xxsycamore's Visions of Temptation Prompts! Found here and here Thank you guys for putting together such awesome prompts!!

You pull your long coat tighter around you as you approach the door before you. You managed to make it through the entire castle without being spotted, which is a blessing since it’s nearly time for most to be retiring to their rooms for the evening.

When two days in a row had passed with Clavis not returning to your room before midnight, you knew he must have something important that he’s been working on. You’d noticed the dark circles under his eyes and his hair had been uncharacteristically disheveled the last time you had bumped into each other.

He of course quickly smoothed it into place and acted as though nothing at all was amiss, but you had overheard the castle staff discussing a boy in town who was suffering from a mysterious illness after eating a strange mushroom, and you had no doubt in your mind that Clavis was feverishly searching for a cure.

Taking a deep breath, you walk up to the door and knock five times in the secret pattern that you and Clavis had come up with to let each other know who was on the other side of the door.

Waiting for a brief moment you hear a couple of thuds and an “Oh dear!” before you finally hear the knob turning and the door opens into Clavis’ room. His face breaks into a broad smile as he takes in your face, as though finally getting a breath of fresh air and you can’t help but return the smile. You’re quickly pulled into an embrace, the door clicking shut behind you.

“My darling, you must have read my mind coming to me at this moment,” Clavis sighs happily, letting his head rest against your shoulder and squeezing you tightly in his arms.

“I did it, just moments ago I sent Cyran out with the medicine for the boy,” He breathes, the pride and relief obvious in his voice.

You pull back just a bit and reach up and cup his tired face. Brushing your thumbs along the darkness around his eyes. Grinning up at him, you pull his face to yours, kissing him deeply.

You feel even more pleased with yourself at your choice to come to him tonight, especially the way you have. He absolutely deserves a reward for his hard work.

His lips begin eagerly kneading against yours, as though a new burst of energy has filled him. You instantly open your mouth, sighing sweetly as his tongue drags around your teeth and across your tongue. You let your arms drop down, quickly undoing your coat and letting it drop around Clavis’ hold on you, startling him as the fabric drapes around his hands.

“Oh my, whatever could this be?” He murmurs against your lips, golden eyes cracked just enough for you to see the mischief glimmering there.

“Well, originally I had intended to come here to help you relieve some stress,” you reply, gently moving his hands away from your waist and allowing the coat to pool around your feet.

“However,” you continue, stepping back, “I feel as though my amazing lover deserves a reward for his hard work and dedication.”

You stand with your arms behind your back as his amber gaze rakes across your body. You’re wearing a pale lavender negligee made of a sheer, gauzy material. Beneath that is your matching lingerie and thigh-high stockings, paired with the silver heels he’d gifted you for your anniversary.

“Oh… I… Oh.”

Your normally eloquent prince is now at a loss for words and you feel a surge of pride at your decision and how clearly enamored he is with your visage.

Taking a step forward, you press your hand on his shoulder, guiding him to kneel before you which he does without resistance. You lift your left leg and drape it over his shoulder, instructing him to place one hand on your left hip and the other on your right thigh.

“You are a sight to behold, my love. You smell like heaven, and your skin is so soft,” He praises, rubbing his cheek against your inner thigh before looking up at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Use your mouth,” you murmur.

Clavis gratefully obliges, drawing his tongue along your inner thigh, leaning his body further inward to reach all the way to the edge of your panties, before latching his lips against the extremely sensitive skin. He moans appreciatively as your fingers card through his hair, guiding his mouth along your thigh and relishing the shivers his attentive tongue sends up your spine.

“Mmm, Clavis, your mouth feels so good,” you sigh, pushing his bangs back from his face before continuing, “but I want to do something new with you.”

His eyes flash with excitement, sucking eagerly at the skin of your thigh and leaving a dark bloom in his wake.

“Lick all over, Clavis, get my thighs nice and wet.”

As if granted freedom, Clavis begins to lick and nip at your legs with abandon. His breathy sighs filling the air and you can feel your panties growing wet with excitement.  Without warning, his teeth catch the fabric and yank them away from your dripping core.

“C-Clavis!” You squeak, taken aback by his sudden aggression.

“Smells so sweet. Surely you mustn’t be intending to keep your delicious nectar to yourself my dear?” He purrs, letting his tongue swipe across your folds briefly.

You feel your knees buckle slightly, and Clavis wastes no time lifting you and laying you back against the couch, stripping your underwear off of you the rest of the way before using his fingers to dive into your heat.

“Oh God, Clavis!” You cry out, arching your back as his fingers draw more and more of your arousal from your cunt, smearing the slickness across your thighs and chuckling mischievously.

“Would this be wet enough for your needs, my dear?”

Clavis draws his fingers gently against the crease of your thigh as his hot breath blows against your folds, and you struggle to remember what your plan had been in the first place.

“I can’t think when you’re doing that…” you complain, pushing his head back to try and regain some sanity.

You sit up, pushing Clavis to stand upright before pulling his pants around his ankles and stroking his stiff cock. “I’m going to turn around and I want you to fuck my thighs.” You instruct.

Clavis’ eyes go wide as you maneuver yourself to kneel on the couch before him on all fours. You feel his warm hands glide over your ass, squeezing and stroking the skin as he leans his body against you. His cock slides smoothly between your legs and both of you moan in unison as his tip brushes against your clit.

Sparks of excitement shoot through you as Clavis rocks against you, dragging his cock back and forth against your body, his voice spilling in sweet moans of pleasure. You let your head hang down and feel your arousal grow even stronger as you watch his tip protrude and disappear with each thrust.

 The brush of his cock against your folds is blissful and your own moans mix with his. His grip on your hips grows stronger and his fingers dig into the plushness of your thighs as his pace begins to grow frantic.

You feel your pussy clench as you anticipate his approaching climax, the erotic sensation and sounds driving you wild and you feel the urge to rock your hips back against him, bouncing your body along his cock until you hear his moans break off into strangled, panting breaths.

Squeezing your thighs together as tightly as you can you move your body faster and in mere moments you watch in eager excitement as thick white ropes of cum spill down your thighs and out onto the couch.

Heaving breaths are all that can be heard now, and you look up over your shoulder at your lover. His wisteria locks plastered to his head with sweat and you feel an intense surge of affection as he smiles at you.

“I think I very much like this reward,” He groans, easing his length out from between your sticky thighs.

You hum happily, pushing yourself up onto your knees and laying back against Clavis’ chest.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m very proud of you Clavis. You truly are amazing.”

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[circle--of--confusion]

A Breathtaking Affair

Summary:

In an alternate Universe @ficandkaboodle and I have been spitballing, this is a vignette in Reader and Copia's lives. Copia's old nose was a very lovely feeling down there when you two would have sex. Now that it's changed, you miss it. A solution was brought up and you two try it out with unexpected results.

A/N: Thank you for encouraging me to write this, it was so fun. Also, itallian endearments were helpfully provided by @foxybouquet

Paring: Papa Copia x fem!reader

Words: 4.2k

Tags: Explicit! MDNI; Crackfic vibes, established relationship, fluff, smut, hand jobs, oral sex, unconventional sex toys, passing out

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Copia’s face changed when he became Papa. He’s still the handsome man you devote yourself to – and he is devoted to you as well – but there’s something missing from his gentle, wrinkling face. Something that was always a beloved inclusion to the lovely feeling of him going down on you.

When he had plastic surgery to fix the crooked nose he received from an impromptu, clumsy Papa Terzo incident, you mentally mourned the loss of his nosey companion. Terzo was going on and on about how to plan the staging for his next tour when tragedy struck.

“I was thinking of opening with Cirice, eh? Get the crowd going. I’ll dazzle them by showing how wonderful I am.” He gestures outward as if to say you agree, yes? Terzo picks up the small Baphomet statue placed on the table. “Then after I have them in my hands, the next song is Con Clavi Con Dio. BAM! SATAN!”

Terzo lobs the statue forward like a baseball, not realizing his grip wasn’t so secure. It thuds painfully against a grunting Cardinal. Copia.

“Ah shit, Papa!” Copia groans, covering his now bloody nose.

Terzo rolls his eyes. “Stop being such a baby, Fratello. I think I made some improvements.”

Improvements they were not. The following days after the incident, Copia’s nose was swelled up like a balloon. Once it died down, all that was left was a slightly crooked version of his nose from before. You still cooed at him, comforted him after the entire thing and jokingly told him he’ll have to get his revenge when he became Papa.

Copia smirked at you as if he already had something in mind. It was a bit ominous.

Now, as Papa, he decided to get his nose fixed as a “treat yourself” moment in his rise to the Papacy. You supported him in the decision with a small kiss and thought his snoring would probably improve a bit with less bent airways at night while the two of you slept together in his bed. For some reason Sister Imperator tagged along for the ordeal and got a procedure of her own.

After the bandages came off, you had to hide the initial shock of truly how different his nose was. Gone was the adorable, handsome angled protrusion you grew to love. Now he had a regular, slightly curved slope to his nose and the point was more rounded. His jaw was also now more pronounced. It was still your wonderful Copia but it took a minute to adjust every time you saw him the following few days.

Every time he nudged his nose around your face in the mornings, cuddling into you, it was almost as if you felt phantom touches of where the former would’ve grazed as he kisses over your face and further down.

For a couple weeks, any sharp angle had you sighing wistfully. Triangles made you sad. A wedge of cheese at dinner one time nearly made you whimper.

Now, finished with his healing and with a little bit of free time at night from not being on tour, you hatched a plan. You figured there was one way you could get your favorite toy back. Copia caught you grinning to yourself as he came back into his bedroom from the bathroom.

“What has you smiling like that amore mio? It better not be something other than me.” Copia teased, crawling towards you on the bed. He sits back against his pillows and leans over to kiss you. Rising a hand to your cheek, he holds you in place as the two of you press your lips together, sighing contently.

You, feeling bold, nudge forward and manage to get Copia on his back. He raises his eyebrow towards you with a dirty twinkle in his eye. “It was about you, actually.” You smile, leaning over him to lean down and continue kissing for a moment.

“Was it about you doing this? My piccola diavoletta.”

“Something else, actually.”

Copia chuckles. “I see. Buttering me up to ahhhhh.” He looks down to find your hand gently palming his semi-hard dick over his pajama pants. “Piccolo angioletto mio” He breathes, settling further into the mattress to let you continue.

“And if you play your cards right,” you laugh lowly, pressing harder for just a moment. He lets out a few stuttered huffs in response, closing his eyes. “,I’ll give you what you want.”

Copia laughs nervously. “I was wrong. You’re my naughty little angel.”

“Good.” You lean down to press a kiss to his lips. He scrunches up his face from the pleasure you keep at bay for him below. “I’ve noticed something missing when we have sex.”

“What?” He whines, on the brink of falling already.

“Your nose.”

Copia opens his eyes, distracted and confused enough to briefly open his eyes and look at you. “I know what?”

You look taken aback. He can’t be this obtuse, right? Delicately, you lean down and peck over his paintless nose. “Are you following?”

The lights click on in his head and he smirks only to have it fade into an O shape as he closes his eyes from another wave of pleasure. “Yes.” By now you’ve nudged down his bottoms and have his freed erection in your hands, slowly pumping away.

You can’t tell if he’s responding to the thing your hand is doing or if it’s what you’re implying. “Would you be willing to try something new?” More pressure is applied to his pulsing cock in your hand. He’s shaking, babbling, and nodding wordlessly as he moans and writhes under your touch.

“Anything, amore mio. Just please let me come.” Copia grumbles desperately with his eyes scrunched closed.

“I have one question.”

“What?”

“Are you allergic to latex or silicone?” Copia shakes his head. “Perfect.”

You lean down to kiss him, picking up pace with your hand below. A few more final pumps have Copia crying into your mouth in euphoria. His spend runs down your closed fist and parts of his lower stomach. You’re both too focused on each other’s lips to care about the mess right now. You stroke him through the satisfying bliss, stopping when Copia whines in oversensitivity.

Later, after you clean him up, you give him the explanation.

“How do you feel about prosthetics?” You ask as casually as possible.

Copia thinks to himself for a moment, tossing around his forming response in his head before looking over to you below in his arms. “Are you saying you want me to wear a fake nose?”

“I knew you weren’t just a pretty face.” You smile, looking up at him.

Copia scoffs a high-pitched, realizing note. “Is this why you were so sad after my surgery? Was my old nose your favorite sex toy?”

You rise on one arm and rub a hand over his chest in an attempt to placate him with your touch. “It nudged so perfectly at my clit when you were kissing… other places below. Copia, it helped me squirt for the first time.”

He looks at you, then off to the side, then back at your hopeful eyes. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

You smile ear to ear. “So, it’s a yes?”

“Amore mio, with you I’ll try anything once.”

Famous last words.

A few days go by before it’s showtime. There was a local costume shop in town so you took a lovely stroll and stopped by. The options were slim but you managed to find something similar. Thanking the cashier, you carried your experiment and its accompanying items into the ministry as if it were contraband. You hid it in your bag and made your way to Copia’s Papal suite as quickly as you could.

Copia, lounging on the couch, looks up to find you rushing inside with a smile. “Did you get it?” He asks, a bit of apprehension creeping up.

You nod, pointing back and forth. “You. Me. Tonight?” The plastic bag rustles in your hand as you hold it up.

“Tonight.” Copia nods back.

You can barely eat dinner, you’re too excited. Copia on the other hand looks over warily and it’s noticeable. You set down your fork, reaching over with your other hand across the small table to grab his gloved hand.

“You don’t want to do this, do you?”

Copia’s eyes widen in shock. “No! I do! I just…”

“What?” You rub your thumb over the back of his hand.

He shakes his head to himself. “It’s silly.”

“Not if it has you like this.” You urge him to say it.

Copia sighs. “If I don’t do this, will you not like me as much?”

You sit up straight. “Of course not. I still like you the same. I dare say I love you.” Copia smiles softly to himself.

“But my old nose was your favorite thing about me when we had sex.”

You sigh, standing up. Nudging the table away from him, you sit and straddle his lap. He smiles as you place your hands on his shoulders, sliding back to play with the ends of his hair at his neck. “I may have said it was but honestly, I’ve realized that my favorite sex toy is simply… you. All of you. The pointy nose was just a bonus. A nose-us.”

Copia groans, leaning his head back to laugh. You join in and soon his body relaxes. The air in the room feels lighter as the two of you grin lovingly towards each other.

“I think I’m ready now.” Copia looks on, leaning in for a small kiss.

You smile, running your fingers through his hair a few times. He closes his eyes, relaxing into your touch. “Let’s get ready.”

The dinner dishes get cleaned and then the prosthetic supplies are drawn out. The glue, brushes, and liquid latex, and removing solvent are placed onto the table and then the moneymaker comes out.

“It’s modeled after Vincent Price. It’s the only one I could find that looked similar enough.” You smile sheepishly.

Copia wraps an arm around you, tugging you into his hip. He kisses the side of your head. “It’s fine, amore mio. I think it looks very similar, indeed.”

You clean the area around his nose and then get to work prepping the ends of the fake nose. Delicately, the prosthetic is applied over his new nose and you press in the material around the edges. When you feel like the hold is strong enough, you step back.

“Well?” Copia asks, a bit more nasally than intended. The nose had very small air holes.

“Perfect. Though your voice is a bit off.”

He tries to talk and then attempts to sing something but it’s slightly muffled. “It’s a good thing I don’t do stuff like this on stage.”

You both laugh.

Copia walks towards you and then grabs your hand, leading the two of you back to the bedroom. He leans down to kiss you and the point of the nose bumps yours on the way down. He chuckles, “I guess this is going to work, eh?”

You nod, eager now to test it out further. “Let’s see what this bad boy can do.”

You both make quick work to take off your clothes and soon the two of you stand as naked as the day you were born. Copia takes your hand and rises it to place a kiss to your knuckles. “Shall we get to it?”

You nod, leading the way. You’re laid back into the bed, legs bent as your feet rest flat to the covers. They part, resting open, leaving your body on full display for his hungry eyes. You playfully rise a hand, curling a finger, beckoning him forward. He practically floats on autopilot and crawls onto the bed, stalking closer until he’s nestled between your legs. Copia holds himself up as he hovers over you.

“Amore mio…” He sighs, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You stay like this for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of intimacy. The soft silicone on his nose grazes next to yours and you smile into his mouth. Slowly, he pokes his tongue over to your lips and you gladly open wide for him.

He lowers down into your body slowly and the pressure of him on top has a sigh leave your lips. Your arms wrap around him, holding Copia to you tenderly. There’s a comforting warmth spreading through your body as he begins a path from your mouth downward, dragging the tip of the nose along to fluster you. Copia’s feeling lightheaded and he pulls back to take a deep breath.

“You take my breath away.” He huffs, chest moving quickly up and down.

You tilt your head, grinning. “I think it’s the nose cutting off the airflow.”

Copia chuckles. “Wish me luck down there?”

You look on with concern for a second, reaching out for his hand. “Oh, please don’t push yourself. I’d hate for you to die because you didn’t take a break.”

“And if I die between your thighs? I go doing what I love, cara mia.” He looks at you like a man in love, leaning back in to kiss your lips one last time.

His sweet albeit morbid words put you at ease and you lean back into the pillows. “Well, I’ll just let you continue I guess!”

Copia huffs out a laugh, lowering down to his stomach. He presses a trail of kisses down from your shoulder, between your chest, down the soft expanse of your stomach, stopping right where you both want. He spent a good couple minutes worshiping your breasts, licking and kissing over the soft and sensitive flesh. When his lips took a nipple in to suck, you gasped, feeling the growing wetness below from his attention. Oh, that mouth would make you do anything, you think.

He looks up at you from between your thighs, starving in anticipation. You fidget under him, feeling restless for the first touch of the nose when Copia puts his mouth on your pussy. He looks at you when his head begins to sink down lower, lower, lower until –

“Ohmmmm, Copia.” You moan out, finally feeling the glorious attention of his lips on yours below. Your head falls back into the pillows and one hand slides over to grip into his hair. He hums from a slight tug on his follicles and the vibrations directly into your clit create a fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. Content hums come from you as your hand in his hair encourage him to continue.

Another deep breath from Copia can be heard before he gets back to it. He gives some attention to your clit, licking and sucking just like he did on your nipples. His delicate work builds up and the occasional flutter of your pussy have small whimpers leaving your lips. He smiles, satisfied that you’re already so worked up. Slowly, his tongue leaves the delightful bundle of nerves to explore further down, happily slurping up the arousal you’re making for him, and only him.  

“Oh, Copia,” you moan. “You always know how to make me feel so good. You, ah!” Your thought was cut short but it was because you felt it. The prosthetic nose brushes just slightly across your sensitive clit as Copia licks and kisses your labia. A shudder runs down your spine and it feels heavenly and sinful at the same time. He builds and builds your pleasure on is tongue and without thinking, your hips shift to match the rhythm of his mouth. A wide smile graces your face as your eyes close as you rock your hips against his mouth and nose.

Copia smirks and leans back slightly for another deep breath causing you to whine. “It is everything you hoped it would be?” His voice is husky as he huffs deep breaths.

You can’t think properly, babbling out a string of “yes, yes, yes” for him so he’d keep it up. Copia grabs your thighs, pulling you closer to him and he picks up in enthusiasm. “Fuck, keep doing that, please Copia!” You cry out from the rapid nudging of the silicone over your clit as he licks and drinks from you like a man starved.

“Amore mio.” Copia rumbles in his chest, humping into the mattress to give his aching cock some relief as he brings you over into bliss. He grips firmer into your thighs, picking up pace at the sound of your staccato whimpers. His head is starting to feel funny and his vision goes blurry. Copia closes his eyes and presses on, making sure to angle the nose just right over your clit to have you shaking in his grip.

The sound in the room is beginning to fade for Copia as the cries of your orgasm ring out into the air and flow onto his tongue. He grunts and shudders, feeling a warm, wet sensation spurting out from his cock into the comforter in his satisfaction of making you overcome with pleasure. Spots dot around behind Copia’s eyelids and his heart races as the sound in the room ceases around him.

The last think he heard were your pleasured cries of “Oh, fuck.” as your hand gripped his hair when his consciousness went dark.

You’re too distracted from the ecstasy Copia gave to you with the fake nose and his talented mouth to notice his hips have stilled as well as his mouth. Coming down from the high and trying to settle your racing heartbeat, you look down to an unmoving Copia. You move his head up to find his eyes are closed and when you release his head, it plops back down between you.

Your heart is now racing for a different reason as panic sets in. Survival mode takes over and you jolt from the bed, rushing to find the solvent to remove the nose from him. If need be, you’ll cut it off. You mutter “Shit, shit, shit” through the apartment as you run around like a Papa Terzo with its head cut off.While turning over his body, his chest is still rising a small amount and you can still feel a slight, desperate pulse. You get the nose off quickly and search for your phone, dialing the all-hours clinic.

“Copia, my love. Please be alive. I don’t want my vagina to have a body count.” You whimper into his hair as you brush your fingers through it. You managed to awkwardly pull up some sweats onto his legs after cleaning him up and you yourself have thrown on whatever clothes you can find so the paramedic ghouls don’t walk in on you two naked.

The ghouls take him to the clinic after making sure he was, in fact, still alive but just passed out from the lack of oxygen to his brain. The head nurse on duty sat you down and talked you through it. She’s asked you if he showed symptoms earlier in the day, if he was feeling tired and short of breath. You shook your head and said it was more sudden.

“What were you two doing just before he passed out?” She asked, holding her hand over yours to comfort you.

“Well, uh,” you blush, looking away towards where he sleeps in a bed. “We were doing something new in bed and uh.”

She encourages you to continue. “Yes.”

“He had something over his nose and it might’ve restricted his airflow when he was,” you point with your free hand. “,when he was down there.”

The nurse smiles, chuckling. She pats your hand and then gets up. “He should wake up soon, if that helps at all. His pulse isn’t too weak and you can pull up a chair and sit by him if you want to wait.”

You nod rapidly. Slowly walking over to Copia, you sit down at the side of his bed. Resting your head on his leg, you take his hand and kiss his knuckles softly. You tenderly hold his hand in yours and never let your eyes wander from his face, eager to see the fluttering lashes when he wakes up. The adrenaline from the emergency has left now and your eyelids start to feel heavy. There looks like there could be room for you on the bed and slowly you crawl on top, the metal frame squeaking below from the extra weight.

You cuddle Copia to you and finally close your eyes, holding his hand up to your chest with your hand over it. The night passes and now the beginning rays of sunshine bringing in the next day float through the crack in the curtains. The light brushing of a thumb over your hand had your eye opening to see yours and Copia’s hands switched at some point in the night. Did you do that? You stare down at the intertwined hands before the soft chuckle reaches your ears.

“It was me.” Copia softly teases. “Good morning, cara mia.”

You jerk your head towards him, smiling. “You’re awake!” You softly exclaim.

He removes his hand from yours to gently cup your face in place so he can lean in for a kiss. “I’ve been up for a few hours now, actually.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You pout.

Copia runs his thumb over your lips and smiles. “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful, finally resting after what was probably a very scary experience.”

You frown, nuzzling into him. “It was.”

“I’ve always heard about autoerotique asphyxiation but I’m not sure that’s one I’d like to repeat.”

You shift, laying on your side, wrapping an arm around his stomach. “I think I know what the issue was. Part of the instructions said to make the nose holes bigger after you get it on so it can sit flush with your own.”

Copia chuckles. “And you didn’t think to read that!”

“I,” you huff. “I think I was too blinded by excitement and pure lust to think straight.”

“Story of our lives, eh?”

The nurse comes in, a different woman from last night, and you hop down from the bed so they can run some vitals. His left hand is held in both of yours as you sit down in the chair on that side of the bed while they check on him. The nurse deems him back at a normal heart rate and that he’s ready to go back to your shared apartment, warning only to pause any strenuous activity for a couple days. She signs off a discharge note of rest and hydration.

“Rest up, Papa. Take it easy.” She says, bidding you two a goodbye.

You borrow a wheelchair from them and after a stroll through the halls, thankfully free of anyone this early, you two make it back home. He slowly rises from the chair, grunting and making the occasional “ehe” noise as he eventually stands upright.

“I have never felt more like an old man than I do now.” Copia sighs, moving a hesitant foot forward.

“Your energy will return; you just need rest like they said.” You walk over, wrapping your arms around his waist. With your help, he’s able to walk the short trek into the bedroom to lay down on his side of the bed. A couple ghouls have come in and changed the sheets and comforter for clean ones while you two were away. “Need anything?” You ask, brushing his hair with your fingers. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

“Just you.” He opens his eyes and his mismatched gaze looks up at you longingly, pleading for you to cuddle with him.

You grin. “One second. Let me go grab some water and snacks for later.”

He’s reluctant to let you go but upon your return, his face lights up. Copia makes grabby hands at you, restless to have you wrapped together once again. You giggle, scolding him without any actual anger for being so impatient.

You sigh, settling together in bed. Copia lies on his back while you rest your chest on his. Your hand rubs soft, soothing circles over his heart. Copia handles the remote to the TV in your room, tapping through the list of movies he’ll put on for background noise. Some time passes and you look up to find his eyes on you first.

“What’cha thinking about?” Copia smiles.

“You were such a champ through all of this, and I just wanted to say thank you.” You move to kiss the bottom of his chin from where you’re positioned. “I think you’ve earned something.”

Copia looks puzzled. “Earned what?”

You shift again to rest on your arm, propped up next to him. You hand on his chest continues to rub small circles, smiling. “The next time we have sex, I’ll call you Papa in bed.”

He makes a sharp humming sound and locks eyes with you, grinning deviously. “Oh, really?” Copia begins to lean over to get you on your back. He seems ready to pounce but in the next second, He’s breathing heavy and his face pales. You can feel his heartbeat picking up under your palm.

Slowly you coax him back down onto his back. “Please, Copia. Follow orders. I don’t want a repeat incident so soon.”

Copia winks up at you and you lean down to kiss him, humming into each other. When you pull back, his face has returned to its usual color, now with a faint blush. “As I said, amore mio. You take my breath away.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it Translations: My piccola diavoletta [little devil] Piccolo angioletto mio [my little angel]

All credits to FicAndKaboodle for the cheese wedge line and the "nose-us" pun. it was too hilarious not to put in there.

[xxsycamore]

❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ❞

╰┈➤ 💜 Clavis seduces Emma in a bunny suit so she can finally pop his cherry.

Clavis Lelouch x Emma • rating: E (MDNI) • tags:Bunny Suits; Bunny Ears; bunny tail; that one Clavis card; Virginity; Virginity Kink; Making Out; Sloppy Makeouts; Dom!Emma; sub!Clavis; Femdom; Neck Kissing; Biting; Groping; Premature Ejaculation; Coming Untouched; Coming In Pants • wordcount: 1,495 • masterlist

"Welcome home, Emma. I've been waiting for you."

The wave of shock that washes over Emma's being brings forth an unmistakable familiar and dangerous warmth that traverses from her cheeks straight down to her nethers. It doesn't leave her time to breathe, to think, yet the words still manage their way out.

"Clavis, what are you wearing?"

Hand still on the doorknob, Emma's eyes are cast down low, at the figure kneeling on the floor. Clavis' tall, slender form is clad in a tight suit, squeezing his flesh in all the right places. Clavis lowers his head as if desperate to rub himself all over her legs, showing the joy of a domesticated animal welcoming his owner home, and in the act, a pair of long faux ears brush past Emma's frame. From the position he's taking on the floor, she can see the star of the outfit - an obscene protrusion on his rear, white and fluffy. A bunny tail.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm your little bunny in heat. I'm beginning you to finally, finally take me."

Emma's blood runs hot, fingers curling inwards until she can feel her own nails dig into the inside of her palm. It emphasizes their positions on the spot. She has claws, and Clavis is soft, pliant, vulnerable, practically begging. She can do whatever she wishes with him.

His methods of seduction are an incitement to riot, as she barely needs stimulus to desire him. Yet Clavis puts on so much effort for her. He moves his body alluringly in a way he's never done for anyone; he gazes at her in a way he's never gazed at anyone. The littlest things about him are enough, all those things he doesn't even suspect are erotic, so how is she to endure the current situation?

"On the bed, Clavis."

The man on his knees smirks as he obediently bows, turning around to comply with her wish. Emma's eyes follow his rump. Of course they do. He gives her so much to look at.

She'll have to give that tail a little squeeze later.

Emma follows him to the bed and climbs up, signaling for Clavis to come closer. He sits on the place between her legs, leaning slightly backward as he props himself up with a hand, chest puffed out. Ready for her next move.

Emma reaches two greedy hands to grasp his waist, and she pulls him in closer, letting his scent engulf her completely. Has he always had such a perfect waist? It's not tiny enough for her hands to properly enwrap it, but rather just enough to desperately try to tighten her hands enough to fit more.

"Kiss me, Clavis. You know how to do this much, right?"

Way better than a virgin does, she refrains from adding, for the sake of her own composure. They've made out before, but never took the next step. The amount of heated kisses they'd shared had been enough to see Clavis become bold and risqué in his need for more, often kissing her breathless. The bulge in his pants has always been alluring but it's never been quite the time or the place. Partly because Clavis has a penchant for being at the wrong time, in the wrong place.

His lips are now planted against her own, and he already begins with his game. No time for lovey-dovey kisses, even if they're to his liking as well. His tongue slips between Emma's parted lips, making his way in, provoking her. It turns her rasped breaths into moans, and she doesn't mind it even this early on. If she's being vocal, he'll start being vocal too. For the time being, she lets him lead the kiss. It's almost like he shows what he wants to be done to him in return, she thinks. Although he's a gentleman through and through. His demonstration simply can't be as true to his desires.

He withdraws, and keeps his mouth open, tongue poking out. Emma doesn't wait for the thin thread of saliva between them to break; as long as he took a breath he should be fine for continuing where they left. It's like they never stopped the kiss that way.

She takes it easy on him when she takes the lead, dragging her tongue on his plump lower lip as if asking for entrance. It humiliates him a little, as if they're still not past this stage, as if he needs that - but strangely it's only lust he feels as a response. He answers properly to the gesture, obediently parting his lips to be penetrated, and Emma slips her tongue in.

"Nngn…"

Emma takes notes of all the little things that push Clavis' buttons; like curving her tongue to caress the underside of his tongue, or withdrawing to scare him with a too-early end of the kiss. She wants to learn more and more about how he wants to be kissed, touched, loved.

"Haah… haha.. You can get more handy than that, Emma."

He needn't say more. Emma's hands move from where they've held Clavis' waist, leaving unmistakable warmth behind as their imprints, and they travel up his back. Emma traverses it with hands alone from one side to the other, measuring him up, taking note of the hard places of him just like the soft ones, following the curves of his shoulders, the dips of the junction between them and his neck. It's an endearing gesture, until she cards her fingers through the short purple hair on the back of his head, upwards, taking both of his sleek black bunny ears in her grasp.

He doesn't feel the tug in the way an actual appendix would, of course, but his groan is sincere, and the action successfully makes him tilt his head back to reveal his slender neck.

Emma leaches on it, her glistening lips wetting his neck as she sinks her teeth into the column of his neck. He's so weak to neck kisses, she can practically feel him get hard where they're pressed body to body.

Leaving only one hand on his head, she lets the other one get playful and travel back down. The moment she's past the leather of his belt, Clavis' body rocks forward, and his rear lifts off the bed. He's on his knees now, between Emma's parted legs, arms snaking around her shoulders for support as she keeps kissing and nibbling at his neck.

With his behind now in full reach, Emma gets bolder, squeezing and groping his rump, the back of his thighs, and finally his fluffy white tail. It makes a little wicked smile bloom on her face. She lacks all of those adorable assets, yet Clavis sees her as his little bunny. She understands now, both the endearment and the lust behind it. Though it's a little scary that they've both become like that - with carnivores and prey it's quite linear. They devour until they're sated. With rabbits, well, Emma knows what people say about rabbits.

Clavis moans now, open and vulgar, and each vocalization of his arousal makes his Adam's apple move where Emma can feel it under her lips. It makes her see hot-white behind her eyelids that fell closed amidst it all. She wants to be locked in that tango forever; to see how Clavis gets worse and worse, until they finally cross that line, to take and take from each other until there's nothing they haven't done to the other.

"Ahh-- Nghh!" Clavis' head trashes, and it makes Emma's sucking at his skin a little difficult as her lips begin to miss their target. She makes him stay in place again, nails biting on the fabric of his suit, pressing him closer to her. His moans become hopeless now, and she feels proud of herself, just a tad curious which part made him like this. Clavis riots in his flesh restraints again, though he can easily remove himself from her grasp with his strength alone. She lets him have his breath, letting go and catching a glimpse of his face that she began to miss.

He's a mess, cheeks flushed red, hair disheveled, and faux ears askew and flopping to the side. Although he pants heavily, he finds it in himself to smirk. It's a rather mischievous one; not the kind to signal achievement of his goal but rather that he's done something forbidden.

"Nnnh…You handled your bunny a little too rough and he creamed his pants."

Eyes widening, Emma feels a fresh wave of arousal wash over her as the words sink in. She's stunned, a little guilty, a little curious… but as her gaze shamelessly shifts to his trousers to see a little wet spot on the front of his still-tented crouch, she's sure she's never seen anything more erotic in her life. She wets her lips to speak up.

"Looks like my little bunny in heat will stay a virgin for a little longer."

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Here have Gilbert warmup. I started his route (finally), 3 chapters in and there is potential for this route to rival Clavis's spot as number 1. (don't worry, Lulu, I will still fight for you. You baby girl villain.) But we will see where this goes. Gilbert gives me INFJ villain vibes and I'm here for that.

I know my style is pretty clean when it comes to lineart, sometimes I like it, sometimes I wish I could be more messy xd But here is a funny sneak peak of the stages. I post more of these kind of things for my supporters on Ko-Fi. ^^

I love to read the tags people add, it makes my day and I really need to find a way to reply to some of them since there are interesting thoughts and questions sometimes! So maybe tagging is the way? Feel free to teach me, if this is not the way xd I'm an old goblin. I thought I had asks open but I guess I didn't so now I opened them xP

@scummy-writes Other ships that I like? 😳 I'm still pretty new in this fandom but.... ... Nokto x Silvio has caught my eye. 👀 And well... Gilbert x Clavis could be interesting, them being super villains together :0 Clavis x Cyran is something that has crossed my mind too, but at the same time I really like them being platonically close too. Like very very deep friendship. I just love the "I think you are an idiot, but you are also the person I admire the most and would die for you and your cause" trope.

@m-mmiy @solacedeer @altairring @taviacoolcat 🥹 Thank you, I'm happy that you guys like my doodles of IkePri characters. <3 I really appriciate the time you take to put that into words in the tags!

[missaengg]

A Turkapus Monstrosity

10 Days Until Christmas: Shopping Made for Ikemen Advent hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and @candied-boys Featuring: Ikemen Prince Clavis Lelouch x f!reader Tags: humor, fluff, modern au Word Count: 999

“Put it back.”

“No.”

“Clavis…” You draw out the second syllable of his name, the warning in your voice obvious. You eye the prankster of a man in front of you, gesturing for him to put the twenty pound turkey back into the case. “Put the turkey back.”

“I refuse.”

A disgruntled sigh tumbles out of your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut, wishing you could massage the growing migraine right out of your temples. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you slowly breathe out. It doesn’t do much to help.

“Clavis,” you state, flatly, glaring at him, “we are not buying a turkey. And we are not buying an octopus.” You narrow your eyes, thrusting your finger at the aisle refrigerator he pulled the turkey from. “Put. It. Back.”

“But dearest, how else can I surprise my brothers with a culinary masterpiece?” Clavis pushes, an excited smile on his lips. He pulls out his phone, opening it to the picture he showed you a week ago. “Look at how delightful this is!”

You already know what you’ll see, but your eyes still flicker to his phone involuntarily, grimacing when they’re assaulted by the octopus turkey monstrosity. On the screen sits an image you were hoping you’d never have to see again – a beautifully roasted turkey, two beady eyes sitting on top of the opening that once used to be its butt, shitting out half an octopus. 

“Even the name is delightful,” Clavis beams. “Turkapus. How fun is it to say that? Turk-a-pus.”

You feel a blood vessel in your forehead burst as you stare at the turkapus, your eye twitching violently and your stomach churning. The turkapus stares back at you, its beady onion eyes mocking your futile attempts at dissuading your lovely fiance from one of his more harebrained ideas.

“Clavis, the turkey is already taken care of,” you tell him, gently pushing his phone away. “Leon’s in charge of roasting the turkey.”

“Yes, but a turkapus is far superior to a boring, normal turkey,” Clavis scoffs. He takes a step closer to the cart with the damned turkey still in his hands.

You scowl and take a step back, pulling the cart back with you. “No, sweetheart, I already told them we’ll bring a green bean casserole so that’s what we’re going to do. That’s final.”

Clavis pushes out his bottom lip. It quivers like a sad, kicked puppy, and you wince, your heart aching to see him so disappointed, like a child who has just had their candy stolen. You hate saying no to the man. It kills you to say no to Clavis because you know how hard he tries, how much he enjoys bringing joy and laughter to those around him, and how much he cares. Generally, you don’t, but you have no choice in this situation. As his fiance, you have an unspoken duty to save his brothers from his culinary disaster.

You soften, sighing as you come around the cart to stand in front of him. “How about you make the turkapus just for me?” You place your hands on his pouting cheeks. “It can be our holiday tradition. A special dinner just for the two of us.”

Clavis perks up a little at your suggestion. “With the eyes and all?”

“Yes,” you nod, a small part of you wondering if you’ve just sentenced yourself to a lifetime of Christmas turkapuses, “with the eyes and everything.”

Clavis lights up, that look he gets when he’s scheming blooming on his boyish face. “And I can make the sides and the dessert?”

“Yes, you can make the sides and the dessert,” you reply, a resigned sigh escaping you. You’ve definitely sentenced yourself to a lifetime of abnormal Christmas dinners, but… you see the excitement glowing on Clavis’s face… you don’t regret it, not when it makes him this happy. “But for now, you need to put the turkey back,” you say firmly.

Clavis thinks for a moment, taking far more time than is comfortable. A twinge of nervousness flutters in your stomach, that he might not accept the offer.

“If you put the turkey back, I’ll show you just how much I love and appreciate you,” you hastily add, sweetening the deal.

“Bribing me with love, I see.” Clavis blinks, a cheeky grin forming on his lips. “I think you should show me right now.”

“Right now in the supermarket?” 

Clavis nods eagerly, reminding you of a little boy on Christmas waiting to open his gifts. His puppy dog eyes look imploringly into yours, and your heart lurches, melting into a puddle.

Ugh… you can’t say no to him… outside of having to save his brothers from that silly turkapus.

Blushing, you rise onto your toes, planting a little kiss on his lips. “There’s more when we get home,” you whisper.

Clavis smiles like a fool. “Well then, I guess I better put a turkey back.” He returns the frozen bird back to the refrigerator case much to your relief. 

You move to go back to the cart, but freeze when his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his strong arms. “Clavis,” you squeak, your blush deepening and your eyes darting around the store, praying that no one’s watching this moment between the two of you. Your heart clamors in your chest when he brings his mouth close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

“I think we should go home right now, dearest,” he murmurs, his voice a thready, sultry whisper. “I’m dying to see just how much you love me.”

A tingle runs down your spine, stoking a fire deep within you, your breath hitching as you catch the heat spreading in his golden eyes.

You have everything you need to get, right?

Well, if you don’t, you’ll just have to make another trip to the store. After all, it’s just down the street. Shouldn’t be a problem at all…

Or so you rationalize.

[aquagirl1978]

My Lover

A/N: A day late, but Happy Birthday, Clavis Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Reader Prompt: Clavis mistakenly drinks your (alcoholic) beverage Word count: 1158 Tags: fluf

“A drink for the lady,” Jin said with a smile, presenting you with a tall glass with a cherry on top. “Hope ya like it, I made it myself.”

You eyed Jin as you accepted the drink, a bit cautious of the deep purple liquid that reminded you of your lover's preferred beverage. Who could blame you for being cautious, though; since meeting Clavis you had been introduced to a variety of “interesting” concoctions and learned early on to be wary of anything edible – drink or food. But you knew Jin, and knew the worst that would be hiding in your drink was a heavy pour.

“This is really good!” you exclaimed after taking a small sip, the refreshing taste tart and slightly sweet. Bringing the tall glass to your lips, you took a second sip and settled into the plush velvet couch.

You were a little lonely earlier when Jin found you wandering the library – Clavis was supposed to be done with work by then but was stuck late. When Jin invited you to join him and Nokto for an early evening drink, you accepted. 

It wasn’t like you had any other plans for the time being.

The night was progressing pleasantly. Hanging out with Jin and Nokto had its benefits – they shared stories about Clavis that you were certain he would never, ever tell you himself. When Jin handed you a second drink, you slowed your pace; you didn’t want to be drunk when Clavis eventually found you.

“Hey, Clavis,” Nokto greeted his older brother who just stormed into the room, “maybe you can help us out here. What’s better, breast or thighs?”

Clavis paced in front of you, his coat billowing behind him. “You wouldn’t believe what he had me do today!” Clavis complained dramatically. “Did he even let me have a paltry piece of bread and a meager glass of water? No, that heartless cruel….”

Clavis doesn’t finish his sentence. You notice his gaze lingering on your deep purple drink, which just happened to be the same color of his favorite grape juice. 

“Wait, Clavis –”

Before you can stop him, Clavis grabbed your glass and chugged the purple liquid.

He put the glass down immediately, his face twisting with disgust.

His cheeks already reddening with warmth, Clavis took your hand and before anyone else could say a word or stop him, he ran out of the room, dragging you close behind.

“Slow down!” you whisper-screamed in the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest, your body thrumming with excitement. 

You’re panting by the time you get to your room – it was the closest of your rooms after all – and he quickly pulled you inside.

“I tried to tell you That wasn’t juice…”

“Yes, that most certainly was not juice…” he said quietly. 

“...such a pathetic prince…” he added, muttering under his breath as he rubbed his palm across his face, a poor attempt to hide his flushed face.

Stepping closer to Clavis, you took his hands in yours and gently squeezed. “Do I look like I'd date a pathetic prince?” you teased, your voice light as you gazed into his golden eyes.

He averted his gaze, unable to look at you.

“Now dance with me.”

This wasn't the type of thing you would usually do. In fact, it was more something Clavis would do. But despite there being no music and no fancy ballroom outfits, there was nothing you wanted more than to dance with Clavis.

“There's no music,” he said with a shake of his head. 

“We don’t need music.” You gazed into his eyes, pleading with him to grant you this wish. 

“Oh, okay,” he grumbled, relenting to your demands.

With no music and no ballroom, he rested his hand on your waist as you closed the distance between your bodies.

“Are you trying to take advantage of me while I'm in this state?” 

“Absolutely not!” you replied, feigning offense. “I have no need to take advantage of my lover.”

And with that, Clavis’s body began to sway, and not in the elegant way one would do while dancing. 

“I think it’s time you lie down in bed.”

“Bed, huh?” he asked, a brow raised.

“Don’t get any ideas,” you replied with a teasing smile. You guided him towards the bed, thankful he was still able to walk most of the way. Crawling onto the middle of the bed, you sat on the covers, your legs curled under your body, inviting Clavis to rest his head on your lap.

“Your lover, huh?” he asked as his head fell on your lap. “For such a beauty, you sure do have lousy taste in men.”

Carding a hand through his wisteria waves, you lowered your voice as you spoke. “Really? Because I don’t agree. My lover is the most amazing man I have ever met.”

“Tell me more,” he said, looking up at you, his expression softening.

“For starters, he's the most brilliant person I know.”

Clavis snorted. “Maybe you're the drunk one. Unless your lover is Chev?”

You laughed as you brushed your fingers on his cheeks, ignoring his question. “No one is a harder worker than you. Not even your brother. The advancements you've made in medicine alone are…”

“That's boring. Tell me something else.”

“Well, my lover is kind and compassionate. He's the kind of man who would run into a burning building to save a little kid's cat. His heart of gold is bigger and brighter than anyone I know.”

“Boring. Compared to my brother, a snake is kind. Tell me something else. Something better.”

You closed your eyes as you thought for a minute, trying to find the words to express the feelings in your heart. When you opened them, you gazed down at Clavis, a deep affection swelling in your chest. “When I wake up in the morning, my first thoughts are of him. If he's not in bed with me, where he might be and what sort of trouble will find him that day. He's the best cook I know, innovative and inventive, if not unconventional.”You smiled softly as you looked down at him, tracing his soft lips with your fingertips.

“Whenever I see my lover,” you continued, “whether it be far away, across the gardens, or he snuck up behind me, my heart beats wildly, a thrill of excitement runs down my spine in anticipation of whatever adventure he's planning on bringing me along that day.”

Clavis looked up at you, quiet, soaking in your every word. “This lover of yours sounds pretty swell. I hope you hold onto him forever and never let go.”

“Jokes on him,” you said with a laugh. Your hand found his; you traced the outline of the simple gold band on his ring finger, before weaving your fingers with his, a matching gold band adorning your ring finger. “He's stuck with me. Somehow, I convinced him to marry me.”

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[omkookie]

⌕:IKEMEN PRINCE UNIT

⌕ : RIO'S VERY OWN LIBRARY. ෆ

YANDERE

Yandere Gilbert HCs

You're finally his / GILBERT

I won't let any man except me be close to you / Gilbert

Make you mine. / Gilbert

Yandere Silvio HCs

Yandere Gilbert / CNC ⚠️

Are you going to have dinner alone? / Gilbert CNC ⚠️

Someone flirts with their darling / Silvio, Clavis, Nokto, Luke

Yandere Licht

I'll show you how much I love you / Gilbert CNC ⚠️

Where has he done wrong? / Chevalier CNC ⚠️

It will just take some time now / Chevalier CNC⚠️

Kinda SFW

Chevalier adopts a child

You fight a raccoon / Rio, Gilbert, Keith

Vengeance / Gilbert, Chevalier x MC

Jealous Keiths

Queen Michel

⌕ : Seriel's misery masterlist

ANGST

Belle gets badly hurt + Leon's faction

Belle gets badly hurt + Chevalier's faction

SMUT

threesome with Keith Silvo and Gilbert

gilbert and keith thirst

No one will ever love you like your brother /Chevalier, Gilbert

Good boys cum / Keith

Pussy hungry Silvio

catboy Silvio

[violettduchess]

A/N: This won the poll and it was such fun to write 💜

Clavis x Reader

Prompt: Kissing While Laughing

WC: ~560

“Where do you think you’re going? It’s about to pour!”

“Ack, Jin! My goodness, you scared me. I wanted to bathe and wash my hair but realized I don’t have any more soap. I was hoping to hurry into town and buy some quickly before it starts raining.”

“Look, the first drops are already falling. C’mon. I’ve got something you can have. Clavis gave it to me a few months ago for my birthday but I’ve never even opened it.”

“Really? Aw, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much!"

Half an hour later

“CLAVIS!!!!!”

“I’m here, sweet wife, but I thought you said you wanted a moment’s peace in order to— Oh......Oh my……”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“Me? I-my goodness, that certainly is……a look.”

“I borrowed the shampoo you gave Jin for his birthday and now I look like this!!!”

“You did what? Oh….oh....oh dear, my sweet lamb, my darling. W-why would you do that?”

“Clavis, stop giggling! This isn’t funny. LOOK AT MY HAIR!”

“I-It’s a most fetching shade of……what can we call it? Sunset? Marigold?”

“Clavis! IT’S BRIGHT ORANGE!! I look terrible….."

“Oh no, no my sweetheart. Don't sob. Come here, come to me. That’s right. Let your fantastic husband offer you the sweet comfort of his embrace and–ow!”

“WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THIS TO JIN?!”

“Because it's funny! Don’t tell me the notion of that ladies man suddenly having hair the color of an orangutan isn't funny!”

“I LOOK LIKE AN ORANGUTAN?!”

“No, no my dearest one. No, you don’t. Come, let’s sit on the bed. That’s right, here’s a tissue. Come here, my love. Right here, let me hold you close. Ahhhh, isn't that better?”

....Sniffle....

“Now, let’s wipe away those pesky tears from your angelic face. While it certainly is a change….I can assure you, the color will fade in a few days.”

....Sniffle.... “Promise?”

“Yes, my sweet lamb. I made it myself. I know it will. Now.......come here, Mrs. Lelouch, and let me kiss you.”

“I look like a carrot," you whisper sorrowfully, barely able to get the word "carrot" out.

Clavis bursts into soft laughter, cupping your sweet but oh so glum face in his hands, gently wiping away the last stray teardrops.

“You are a most ravishing carrot.” He presses a kiss to the corner of your eye, cradling your cheek in his palm.

“I’m a pumpkin.” But your voice is wavering with the threat of laughter, a shadow of a smile on your lips.

“You are absolutely the most alluring pumpkin that has ever existed.” His mouth is by your ear, his teeth playfully nipping at your earlobe.

“I’m a clownfish.” You can't hold back anymore and your voice breaks with laughter on the word "clownfish."

His laughter intertwines with yours, creating the melody of a happy couple. He nuzzles your damp but still extremely orange hair. “You are the most attractive, beguiling clownfish in the whole sea.”

“Oh, Clavis.” You can’t stop giggling as you shake your head. He leans forward, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips.

“My beautiful sweet potato,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. “My exotic tangerine.” With a gentle push you fall back onto the bed and he is above you, a tender hand brushing the bright locks away from your face, his golden eyes aglow with affection.

“My darling, my sweetheart….let me show you how very much I adore you, always and forever, no matter what color your hair may be.”

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[wistfulwanderingone]

Hi, Hi!

This is my "fresh" blog. And I don't mean old skool fresh like in the 90s. I mean I had to rebuild it from the ground up after it was deleted. So give me a follow and a hug, cause I'm still in mourning. As of now, this blog is a place for my writings and fandom whozits and whatzits for Ikemen Prince, Vampire, and Villians (Cybird) and Court of Darkness (Voltage).

I'm an INFP, very chill, open-minded person. I love to deep-dive into characterization and opinions and really anything that's deep. Small talk is not for me. I'm about 90% of an open book so you can ask me anything and I am what you get, no pretense here. I value authenticty in myself and others, and anything less than feels like an affront to my soul.

I write whatever comes to my mind, fluff, angst, smut, comedy, etc. But characater arcs and epic stories are my favorite thing to write. Below you will find my Masterlist of Writings. I hope you find things you enjoy there. (I am reposting the writing that got deleted, be a dear and like and reblog if you enjoy anything!)

Masterlist

Ikemen Prince ~

Clavis x Cassandra

Chevalier x Riven

Silvio x Serafina

Court of Darkness ~

"Whispers of the Heart" - Toa x Reader