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riveranova · 2 years ago

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Could I request general nsfw hcs for the Ikemen Prince boys pls?

(A/N): Hellooo! Yeah, of course you can - hope you enjoy!

IkePri NSFW Headcanons x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, i put a lil crack in here too dw

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

Word count: 1.014

Gilbert von Obsidian

i will sit here forever and say: this man is not a top

no, no dont say it - no he isnt

will act like he'll top you only to fucking bend at the slightest bit of pleasure

literally just touch his chest in a slightly sensual way and watch the magic happen

hes absolutely whipped for you so it doesnt take long for him to get hard

also happens at really unfortunate times

,,hello rhodolite, are you sti- ...oh''

i think over half of the fandom hcs him as German

so, because i'm German too, i can FEEL the German words sipping out during sex

just cute little grunts and a little ''verdammt...'' in between

yeah hes the scary man that threats the entire kingdom but in bed - hes the actual little rabbit

i will die on that hill btw

i think he likes aftercare but doesnt want to admit it

just wordlessly cuddle him afterwards and let him be the big spoon and everythings fine <3

Silvio Ricci

cocky bitchass

hes a tease and he knows it

is a big edging fan

like to bring you close enough to almost feel the sweet release - only to stop and ask you whats wrong

WHAT DO YOU THINK; SIR ASSHOLE

he toys with you, yeah but he can be sweet to

CAN be

when you've been extraordinary good that week, he'll consider letting you cum a little sooner than usual

with his cock buried deep inside you and his low voice right next to your ear

i think hes not big with the praise but slips in a little ,,you're doing so fucking good...'' here and there does the trick

wants to have total control, so i think he likes bondage quite a bit

you once ripped the rope in two and this mans ego was up in the sky - he made you do that after all

a dog on the streets and a... even wilder dog in the sheets

Keith Howell

okay so, this ones a little bit different

we have two choices here

cute, shy bottom keith and uh, fucked up top keith

means: mans def a switch

shy keith is really careful not to hurt you

you've got the beeeeeest of both worlds

he is BIG and he has a lot of strength

so when you're on top of him and he grips your thighs - mans leaving marks that wont leave for days

hes just so lost in the pleasure, hes a brabbling mess

is a little too shy to moan loud but after some time hes getting VOCAL

now, alter! keith is completely different

i think hes not into bondage, he'll just hold you down himself

pressed into the matress while fucking you like you're nothing but a toy

he doesnt fucking care if you make too much noise

scream and let everyone know you're his and his only

oh yeah, hes a lil bit possessive. just a lil bit.

Sariel Noir

has a whip and is not afraid to use it

i feel like hes less in for the sex and more for the foreplay

also big on bondage

he ties you up nice and pretty and just watches

hes slowly letting his whip explore your body - not hurting you but also not letting you feel too much pleasure

oh no, this is for him

he loves to watch you struggle agains the ropes or shudder because of his cold whip

he isnt too mean of course

youre not leaving until he fucked you

doesnt bother to untie you, but that doesnt bother you either, right?

hes slow but precise, hitting all the right spots

i swear he could go all night, he just has it in him

hes dealing with eight princes daily, his stamina is from another world

Rio Ortiz

service top, service top, service top

hes just like a dog fr

he'd do anything for your pleasure

against the wall? yes. in the middle of the room? no problem. a quicky behind a fricking pillar? whatever you want.

100% has your name on his dog collar

will eat you out while you pull on his leash

100% knows what to do based on how strong you pull

feels accomplished when you moan his name while cumming

just moan his name in general

hes big on aftercare

whenever its cuddling or taking a bath together, he'd do everything

im so sure that he would slip out of bed (or.. from behind a pillar lmao) to get you some tee or cake or whatever you need

you just need to snap your fingers and he turns into an obedient little dog who would do anything to please you

Clavis Lelouch

this one was a bit hard, tbh

i think hes the kind of guy that would finger you a lot

but just fingering you in bed would be boring, right?

right, thats why sexy time with him is almost always when you're not alone

on a banquet? he sure as hell is going to slip his hand inside your clothes

hey, hes a leg guy! surely the guests will understand that he wants to rest his hand on you thigh!

because thats what they think hes doing

100% exhibitionist

we all know how much he loves showing off his lover

would also fuck you on his balcony at night

theres no chance someone would see you two, but he doesnt tell you

loves to see your face go from ,,fuck, they could see us!'' to ,,fuck it if they see us.''

Nokto Klein

royal whore #1

definetly a top, and a fucking sly one at that

memorized the entire kamasutra

sex with him is never getting old, this man has new position every time you two sleep with each other

his sex drive is h i g h

has no shame either, whenever hes horny he just goes to fetch you

youre cooking? well, now youre not anymore

acts like he would fuck you in public but really doesnt want to

you body getting railed is his sight alone and no one elses

it a fucking tease

much like Silvio, it takes some time before he lets you cum

loves the faces you make and sometimes teases you with them

would 100% counter anything with ,,sure, but last night you didn't seem to mind that much~''

even in public

someone rip out this mans (talented) tongue please

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #nokto klein #clavis lelouch #rio ortiz #silvio ricci #sariel noir #keith howell #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri headcanons #ikemen x reader #gn! reader

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rou-luxe · 9 months ago

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I have fallen ill with Ikemen Series part one

it's late for me so prepare yourself mentally for this post

ALFONS NATION WHERE TF YOU AT I'M NOT THE ONLY INSANE ALFONS KISSER AM I 😭😭

WHERE ARE THE ALFONS FANS AT. WHERE.

the shittier I'm feeling the more feral I get anyway here's my diagnosis

i'm not escaping the sub allegations

sariel papa??? faust papa??? shakespeare papa??? the trio kinky 😭😭

we have the "devil" with his whip, faust is self explanatory, and a vampire playwright who canonically owns handcuffs and ties you up with ribbons during his story. DAMN.

by the seven I want the fair hands in iron card so bad

SHAKESPEARE FANS YOU TOO. COME OUT OF THE DARK. I LOVE YOU.

CAN WE JUST APPRECIATE WILL FOR A SECOND OKAY HE'S SO UNDERAPPRECIATED AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AGHGHAHGH 💍💍

will caught my eye from the beginning. the others not as much. maybe I'm just different ig 💀💀

I haven't actually played the other ikevamp paths with the exception of a bit of Faust and Vincent but then I got really bored compared to Will's path 🌝 idk the ikepri people seemed slightly more interesting and then ikevil mmmmmMMMMm

imo: - ikevil cast - shakespeare and claaAAavis - ikepri foreign princes pt 1 + castle guys - chevalier's faction - ikevamp vlad's castle - le comte's mansion - leon's faction in general... I do like Licht and Yves though

don't know much about foreign princes part 2 very much unfortunately

thank you for coming to my ikeseries insanity examination stay tuned for the next part another night (it's 2:30 am) 😍😍

#rouwontshutupaboutalfons #roubrainrot #sariel noir #ikemen prince #ikemen villains #alfons sylvatica #faust ikevamp #shakespeare ikevamp #rouwontshutupaboutwill #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #rouikeseriesinsanity

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rjthirsty · 24 days ago

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Based off the otome game Ikemen Prince, I've created an AU where the princes are (mostly) female, and MC is male. Several character names have been changed to suit their new gender (notes will be provided), and lore has been altered to work with the new setting and my accompanying headcanons. Tags: Angst and Fluff, Violence, Sexual Themes You can find the masterlist for this series here. You can also find the full fanfic on my ao3, along with a full list of tags. The entire fic is roughly 100,000 words through 30 chapters, making it 3.5k words per chapter on average (8-10 pages in a standard novel).

Chapter One - The Beast Blends In (IkePri AU)

A/N: If you haven't read the first part of this series, please check out the prologue already published. Each character is introduced with their name changes, and general impressions from Emmit's (MC's) PoV. This chapter covers the prologue from Leanne's PoV, which can be read first if you so desire, but starting with the next chapter Emmit will be the MC with everything referenced from his first person perspective.

From the balcony at the palace, I could hear the crowds in the city gearing up for the Foundation Day festival. Despite the palace being outside the city, it had a way of always feeling like it was connected, especially days like today when the sounds would be carried on the breeze, mixed with the ever present scent of roses.

I can hear the happy voices all the way from here. It’s great to know everyone’s laughing.

A warm feeling spread through my chest. I loved this country, and I loved to hear the people laughing and expressing their happiness for this country. Rhodolite, the kingdom of roses, was more than just a beautiful place to live, it was a place I wanted to protect. A place I was meant to protect.

And on days like these…

I glanced up at the sky. It was so clear and blue it was almost dazzling.

How many times have I looked up at this sky?

My mind began to recall in vivid detail a memory I’d rather forget, something from long ago in my gloomy past. The way the sky was so pure and beautiful, it looked like someone had spilled paint on it, and when I was young I wondered how a sky could be so clear. I’d reach up to it as though asking for help, my small hands stretching towards it.

Those tiny hands from back then were so covered in dirt and blood that they were painful to look at. I’d think about how big the sky was, much too big for my little hands to hold, and how so many people must be under it.

If I screamed for help… would someone hear me? Would they come find me?

In that memory, my hands dropped from view, falling limply to the ground. I remember that thought was so foreign, that someone out there cared about me enough to change my life, that I had long passed despair even at such a tender age. I just resigned to the life I was given.

I glanced down at my hands. They were still scarred, but no longer caked with dirt or blood. A rueful smile touched my lips as I slipped them in my pockets and looked back up at the sky once more.

Sheesh, what is wrong with me?

That memory was at odds with the current joyous atmosphere. Those memories I had buried deep in my heart sometimes came back to me vividly, telling me not to forget. Today seemed to be another day that it relentlessly battered my heart from the inside, but I was not bound to my past anymore. I didn’t have to think about that time, or how big the sky was, or who was out there beyond the reach of my tiny hands.

I won’t obsess over it, I’ll bury it again because… I killed myself a long time ago.

“Princess Leanne, why are you standing out here? Is something the matter?” A voice I was familiar with called to me. It was sweet and pitched perfect to be the epitome of politeness, but I knew who it belonged to and I smiled to myself, moving my eyes from the clear sky to the vivid violet eyes of Suriyel, the court minister and king’s regent.

She looked up at me quizzically, ready to lend her expertise as an advisor and former tutor of mine. A heavy book was tucked under one arm, and suddenly I was reminded of those long lessons I had had from her back when I was much smaller than she was.

Suppressing a laugh, I brushed my hand through my hair, combing back the loose strands that had fallen into my vision from looking down at Suriyel. “I was just thinking what a beautiful day for a festival it is.” I nodded towards the book in her hand, “Is everyone’s favorite minister cooped up inside reading on a day like today?”

“I’m simply delivering the book that Princess Chevalier sent for,” She said as she held the ridiculously thick book towards me. I flipped through the pages, and realized that even if I had liked to read, this was not a book I would be able to understand. It was something foreign in a language I hadn’t learned.

Fitting for Chevalier.

“She really likes books, doesn’t she?” I handed the large text back to Suriyel. “I can’t say I’m a fan of made up stories, though.”

“Oh? Why not?”

Cracking a grin, I reached up to undo the clasp on my cloak. “Reality is more varied, stimulating, and fun than fiction. You get to actually live it.”

Before Suriyel could protest, I threw off my cloak and jacket and broke into a run. “I’m going into town!”

I heard Suriyel’s exasperated sigh from behind me, but I pretended I didn’t. There was no stopping me, and she knew it. I shrugged off another layer while sprinting through the palace and discarded it on my way out the door. Servants stared after me, as was typical when I was making my escape, but they’ve long since stopped attempting to stop or slow me down.

I strolled through the heart of the capital, getting washed away in the lively voices and excited chatter that filled the main street. I loved to people watch, walking among the common folk who made this kingdom what it was. When they were happy, I was happy. I had learned how to blend in a long time ago, dressed down as I was, no one would figure out I was a princess, and if I kept an easygoing expression on my face I looked like everyone else.I enjoyed getting to see the world from here, from the view of the people.

This happiness they have, the smiles on their faces, it’s my duty as royalty to keep that everyday normal for them.

Just as I had that thought, a harsh voice rang out nearby, breaking the calm atmosphere.

“Watch where yer goin’, you little brat!”

It was easy to spot the red-faced man - clearly drunk - who had been the source of the outburst. I slowed my steps and began weaving through the crowd that had also stilled around the scene unfolding. The drunk was towering over a young boy who was sprawled on the road at his feet, already crying for some reason.

“Whaddya doin’, huh? Ain’tcha gonna apologize? Well?!” He yelled down at the kid.

I honed in on the drunk, quietly stalking towards him.

This doesn’t look good. Time to stop him from doing something he’ll regret.

I was still a few meters away when the drunken man raised his fist threateningly, and I started to dash forward to stop him, but a young man put himself between him and the young boy before I could.

Oh? This got interesting.

I stopped only a few steps away, waiting to see what would happen with our new hero. The two didn’t seem to see me at all, and that was fine with me.

“And what do YOU want?” The drunk man growled. He had paused in his swing, probably rethinking hitting someone more his size rather than a child.

“What on earth are you doing?! He’s just a little boy!” The other man barked back. He was holding an armful of books, and he didn’t look that imposing.

I don’t think this guy knows how to fight…

Everything about the young man said he was not the type to get into brawls. He hadn’t taken a defensive position, and he left himself open to getting hit by the drunk if a fight were to start, the guy was just intending to use himself as a shield, it seemed. His manner of dress was neat, but he wasn’t smartly dressed like a member of our country’s military - you could always tell who those guys were in a crowd - not to mention they usually openly carried their weapons. My eyes traveled to the book-holder’s hip, no sword in sight.

“Shuddup! It ain’t got nothin’ to do with ya!” The drunk grew even more angry and pulled back his fist again, aiming for the other guy’s face.

That’s my cue!

I quickly cut my way in, most people had already backed up to give them space so it wasn’t hard to bridge the last few feet. There were several dull thuds as the book-holder had dropped his trove to bring his arms up in order to cover his face, but those were easy enough to maneuver around and I caught the drunkard’s fist with one hand.

It wasn’t difficult to stop him, I actually didn’t have to use much strength at all. It seems I surprised the drunk more than anything and he just stared at me wide-eyed while I held his hand in the air.

“That’s enough of that.” I commanded. Realizing I was glaring at the drunk, I quirked a smile to ease the obvious tension I had created. I could feel the crowd almost shudder, the air thick and every movement causing a ripple that I sensed around me.

“If you really want to kick up a fuss, I’ll take you on. What do you say?” Trying to issue the challenge in a way that made light of the situation wasn’t easy, but I knew I had to disarm this somehow. This man was violent just to be violent and I was sure he didn’t want to cause the harm he was going to do if he kept up with this tantrum. Slowly I lowered his arm, with no resistance from the angry drunk.

There was a puff of a sigh behind me and I shifted my gaze towards the original hero, our eyes meeting for a moment. His eyes wavered, with how clear they were I could see immediate fear in those eyes. I glanced away, looking at the crowd around me.

Everyone can tell I’m different.

“You wanna fight me? Yeah? Let’s do it!” The man swayed next to me, turning to face me and I grinned at him finding his courage.

That’s right, aim yourself at me. I can handle you, easily.

“You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that.”

“Wait, wait, wait! Can’t we find a peaceful way to resolve this?”

Ah, I see. The hero really was going to use himself as a shield for the kid.

“Shuddup!” The drunkard snapped and kicked angrily at the fallen books, sending several of them flying. I followed them with my eyes as they landed in the middle of the street and–

Chevalier…? Oh, and Candice. What are the odds I would meet the two of them here?

Atop her white horse, Chevalier fixed a gaze as cold as ice on the drunkard. “Was it you?”

Chevalier hated waste, and books were one of her favorite things in the world, so of course she’d lose her patience at seeing them treated with such disrespect.

“Huh?! Who the hell d’ya think ya’ are! Stop sneerin’ at me!” The angry drunk seemed to only get angrier at Chevalier involving herself.

“I hadn’t intended to participate in such a vulgar side show, but perhaps this is how one finds amusement at a festival?”

I never spent much time with Chevalier growing up, and we tended to have opposite views on most things, but even I knew she wasn’t so petty that she’d kill someone over this. There was no way she didn’t see me involved in this, and yet she felt the need to include herself as well. It was an interesting development that I wanted to see where it was headed.

She’ll probably just draw her sword and threaten the guy. Scare him into behaving. She was good at that.

Sure enough, Chevalier was unsheathing her sword when–

“Pull yourself together!” The young man hissed next to me and a resounding slap was heard as he landed an open handed strike against the drunkard.

I was not expecting that…

I stared at the hero. Most people stared at him. I glanced at Chevalier and saw she was also staring, looking like she also hadn’t anticipated the guy to do– well, probably anything at all, but most of all not that.

“What was that for?!” The drunk groaned, bringing his hand up to his own cheek.

I’d like to know, too.

“You need to. Calm. Down.” The words were choked and quiet. “Or do you want to get yourself killed over this?!” He waved his hand at the entire scene, and practically flailed it as he indicated Chevalier sitting on her horse.

Ahh, so that’s why. I get it now.

The royal family’s crest adorned Chevalier’s saddle. The worst punishment that could happen to someone who defied the royal family was death, and that’s why he slapped the drunkard to stop him. These people didn’t know Chevalier’s general temperament, which she was counting on for sure to get them to behave, but as is usually the case with her, the situation was misread by others and seemed to be much more dire than it actually was.

“I…” The hero squeaked as he turned to address Chevalier on her horse.

That was kind of cute…

“I’m very sorry if we caused you any trouble. I hope you can find some way to forgive and forget this incident.” He offered a completely inaccurate bow in apology, Chevalier’s cold eyes still gazing at him in silence.

I never expected it to turn out this way, but I’m a fan.

I couldn’t help myself, this was the funniest thing I’ve seen in a while. To catch Chevalier off-guard to the point she didn’t have a plan on how to continue the threat, that was something special.

I burst out laughing. I felt the tension bubble in the air pop. I continued to laugh for several seconds while the world woke from their shocked stupor. People began to move along now that everything seemed to be wrapping up. The drunk was white as a ghost. The man who had slapped him was staring at me incredulously, his face tense and stiff.

“Don’t worry, she’s not so petty that she’d actually kill someone over something like this.”

“Huh?” He gawked at me.

That’s also kind of cute.

“Are you done playing, Chevalier?” Candice maneuvered her mare next to our sister’s horse, clearly the fun was over if she was attempting to move Chevalier along.

“Yes,” she answered curtly. “This was a waste of my time.” Despite saying that, she didn’t move on, her eyes landing back on the books strewn about the street.

Ah, here it comes.

“Are those books yours?” She asked with as much charm as a building blizzard.

“Yeah…”

Chevalier quickly snapped her sword under the man’s chin, she was obviously still irritated at what had taken place. He squeaked again in response–

He makes such fun noises.

I couldn’t help the thought. It wasn’t a pitiful whining that often came from those threatened by Chevalier. I’ve seen her cause children to cry with just a look and grown men to snivel and shrink away from her.

But this guy– it was almost as if his emotions couldn’t be contained and they spilled out without him thinking.

“Those books are different. They’re worth more than you are. You’d do well to remember that.” Chevalier left him with those words, sheathing her sword and riding off with Candice on her tail, as was customary for the two of them.

As soon as they were out of sight, the hero took a giant, gasping breath. He swayed a little and I worried for a moment he might faint, but after the fact seemed kind of strange to me.

Doesn’t that normally happen during stressful moments? Not after?

“Seven hells…” I heard him mutter before he turned to me.

Yeah, that pretty much sums up any interaction with Chev.

I couldn’t help the grin that I was wearing. This was going to be a memory I hoped to hold onto for a long time. The day someone stood up to Chevalier and I got a front row view of it. Her shocked, silent stare was not something most people would get to see in a lifetime, and here a commoner managed to make her look that way.

“Thank you for helping us. I’m indebted to you– incredibly so. Would you mind if I asked your name?”

“It’s Leanne. And you can relax a little, I stepped in because I wanted to. You don’t owe me anything.”

Now that I was face to face with him, I saw that his eyes were as clear and beautiful as glass beads. I had noticed them the first time we made eye contact, how unclouded they were and appraising. I’m not sure he was even aware of it, but that gaze was so focused as it drank up the world that I was sure he was seeing more than anyone else. It was like he was looking at me underneath this facade I played, I felt strangely bare while he gazed at me.

I wonder if he can see what I’m thinking. I wonder if he knows.

“Er– well, thanks, Leanne.” His gaze slid away. “Do you… know that woman? The one on the white horse?”

I didn’t want to hide anything, I was sure he could already see me for me, but it would be cruel to reveal who I was and cause more chaos here. I bent over to gather the fallen books as I glossed over the truth. “Yeah, but we’ve never really talked that much. Here you go.”

“Ah! Oh, thank you!” He quickly took the books and turned them over in his hands. It looked like he was checking to make sure the items weren’t damaged.

“You really like books, huh?” I blurted out without thinking. The way he handled each one was with affection, these were much more than a commodity to him. I was suddenly very aware of every movement he was making, not wanting to meet those clear, honest eyes again. I didn’t want him to know the truth, and I felt that if he stared at me the way he did earlier, he was going to figure it out.

“I love them!” He exclaimed. “They’re usually way more interesting than the real world. Not so much today…” He turned to look the way Chev and Candice had rode off in.

Interesting. So his opinion is the opposite of mine.

I thought about how I had mentioned my outlook on how much more interesting life is than books to Suriyel earlier today. Maybe the life of a commoner was more mundane than one I had lived. I had never thought about what a normal life was like, try as I might, without experiencing the everyday events of the common people, I couldn’t fully grasp what it entailed.

Sure, I came out to the city to check over the general mood of Rhodolite’s citizens, but I didn’t live there. No matter how many taverns I visited, or streets I walked, I was just a visitor seeing the city through the eyes of an outsider.

Suddenly he crouched down, putting himself on level with the young boy who had gone silent during the chaos that had just happened.

…Oh, yeah. We should probably help this kid.

I joined them, crouching to get a good look at the kid. “Hey, little guy, you okay?”

A fresh batch of tears began to water his eyes. “Mama…”

“You’re lost, huh?” I reached a hand out, giving him the choice to take it. “Come with me, then.”

He looked at my hand and managed to string a few words together. “Can–hic… Can you find… Mama?”

“Sure can! Let’s go find her together.” I smiled at the little boy, giving him the encouragement he needed to take my hand. I didn’t want to frighten him any more than he was already scared from being yelled at and threatened, and lost and alone, too.

Poor, kid.

After the little boy used my hand for leverage to crawl to his feet, I scooped him up and set him on my shoulders. That usually made things better for children. They liked looking at the world from up there.

“Umm, Mis’er?” I heard him say and I glanced upwards. He was looking at the book-loving hero who first came to his rescue and I set my eyes on him as well. “Thank you for helping me!”

Cute kid.

“You’re welcome! And I’m really glad you’re okay.”

I was staring at him. I knew that. But he was a complete enigma to me. Not only did he just confront a drunk guy, stand up to Chevalier, and even take steps to put the focus on himself from every angle so that both the kid and the drunk were safe and whole after this event, but then he said that books are more interesting than real life.

I don’t get it. He’s a strange one. Interesting, but strange.

“Same goes for you,” I said, giving a brief smile. I bounced my shoulders to indicate I was then talking to the kid sitting there. “Now c’mon, buddy, let’s go.”

And off I went, not waiting for him to say his goodbyes or offer to help any more than he already had. I was still avoiding his gaze, and the more space I put between us, the easier it was to keep who I was hidden from those eyes of his. I waved my hand in a lazy goodbye, striding through the crowd and leaving the scene behind me. It wasn’t until I was far enough away that a thought crossed my mind.

…If I ever see him again, I want to tell him that the real world is better than books.

I don’t know why that thought had jumped to the forefront of my mind, but it was strong and needy. Maybe it was because of the memories that were made today, or maybe it was because of the memories that had come back to remind me of what life was like when I was young; I just knew that if anyone deserved to be shown just how eventful and fantastical life could be, it was him.

Little did I know, our fates would intersect again in just a few short hours. I’d get my chance to tell him.

#ikemen prince au #ikepri au #ikepri fanfic #rjthirsty fanfic #rjthirsty ikepri au #gender change au #long fic #chaptered #scheduled

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overlordofships · 4 months ago

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Thinking about a Zero Escape-ish AU with IkePri characters (basically none of what's below the cut will make sense unless you've played even 1 of the ZE games, best understood if you've played all 3)

The most powerful SHIFTers are Licht and Nokto because of their mother's cruel treatment of them causing their powers to grow out of defense. In this AU their mom actually killed Licht in one timeline, but he SHIFTed without intending to and killed her instead. Because they're identical twins and spent so much time together their powers are equal in strength, and they're attuned to each other and can freely send or receive information. They also affected Yves' ability since they were around him a lot growing up (Licht is also attuned to Yves since he still spends a lot of time with him so they can also freely send and receive information between each other).

The next most powerful is a tie between Clavis and Yves. Clavis by both birth (tense emotions/situations between the parents while the child is concieved can cause the child to have stronger abilities) and practice, Yves due to his abilities being affected by the twins'. Clavis isn't even aware that his powers are stronger than Chev's or maybe he'd be less insecure in this AU, but sadly he's not. Clavis could freely send information to Chev due to frequent physical proximity if he wanted to, but he... Does not, and generally makes someone else do it. Yves is only fully attuned to Licht, but he is the first choice when something needs to be sent to Leon.

Chevalier is the third/fifth most powerful SHIFTer but the good news is he doesn't need to change timelines too often since he doesn't need to use his abilities that often (he relies on physical strength and ingenuity, and he sees using his abilities as a weakness). Because of this he has to concentrate really hard to send any information to the others when he really needs to, and can't understand any information he receives easily unless it's coming from someone with stronger abilities (and even then he gets a headache).

Fourth place is Jin. His mother knew he likely had powers and while she tried to discourage using them she was too worried about him not knowing about them at all and somehow developing them in the wrong way (one way to develop your powers is to get in a life-or-death situation, for instance), so she told him what she knew about them but couldn't really help a lot with the specifics. He's not really attuned to anyone in particular, and can only send information with real reliability.

Next is Luke. He'd be more powerful due to the situation in which he was conceieved, but he was never told about his ability growing up and only found out alongside everything else. He now thinks he might have SHIFTed the day Leyla was killed, but he's not entirely sure and doesn't want to think about the possibility that he traded his life for hers, even accidentally. He's not attuned to anyone in particular, and has trouble both sending and receiving information.

Leon, Sariel and Emma are all equally weak due to having secondhand abilities - they only gained them from being around the others. The original Leon was an esper, but since he died so young no one really thinks anything of Leon's powers being so weak as he didn't have the chance to prove himself a proper SHIFTer instead. Emma was pretty freaked out the first and only time she SHIFTed and had to be calmed down by Sariel, who was admittedly also freaked out when it happened to him and thus knows what she's going through. Leon can receive messages best from Yves, but has trouble sending them no matter who the recipient is. He cannot SHIFT unless someone who can does so in his proximity - and even then he's forced to go to whatever timeline they end up in. Sariel can't really send or receive messages but can SHIFT more reliably as a tradeoff. Emma can only send or receive reliably with whoever she ends up with romantically (and only if it's not someone from the next rank), and tends to SHIFT by accident a lot.

Rio, Silvio, Gilbert and Keith aren't espers or SHIFTers at all. Silvio tends to taunt Rio for not having picked up any abilities even secondhand from working in the Rhodolite palace (he has an excuse since he doesn't freakin' live there). Keith is mildly unnerved every time Licht mentally sends Yves information that he wants something with chocolate right in front of him (and Licht thinks it's funny to watch him squirm, which is why he does it), and Gilbert... Gilbert seems to think it's an intimidation tactic, not real. No one tells him otherwise because they don't need him knowing about their powers.

Idk anything about the other 3 so they get no headcanons.

#zero escape #ikemen prince #ikemen series #alternate universe #headcanons #update from pairing hell #leon route spoilers #licht route spoilers #nokto route spoilers #luke route spoilers

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harajuku-cookie · 7 months ago

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Letters

Note: this was something that's been on my mind for a long time now and I finally took the plunge to write it. In my IkePri OC, Rosalia's profile, I wrote how even before they met as adults, that Rosalia and Gilbert were penpals as children. I wanted to expand on that point and so here it is!

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x OC (Rosalia) (pre-relationship)

Rating: General

Tags: childhood friends, penpals, spoilers for Gilbert's route

CW: vague mentions of domestic abuse, brief mention of death (minor characters)

When Rosalia was younger and still living as Rosalie Cain in her father’s estate, the one thing she found solace in was a traveling book seller named Akatsuki. He would deliver books that were used for schooling, reading for leisure, or reference material. Even though Rosalia did get the short end of the stick, she still somehow managed to get a book or two on delivery day. Akatsuki noticed that she read a lot of advanced stuff for her age, similar to a certain boy who would pop by his stall back in the capital.

One of the days when he was at his stall, a young Gilbert came by to pick out a new book and that’s when Akatsuki recalled Rosalia. He made a comment to Gilbert about a girl a bit younger than him also being interested in the same reading material as he was. Gilbert became excited to hear that there was another child who understood those kinds of books and wished he had a chance to become her friend too. He asked if she lived in town to which Akastuki responded that no, she didn’t, she lived on the outskirts, and that’s when Gilbert got an idea. He loved receiving letters and writing them himself, especially with his mother and brother, Albert, back in Obsidian. Why not also write letters to this girl too?

Gilbert asked if he could write her a letter and for Akatsuki to deliver it to her. Akatsuki knew how lonely Rosalia was. He wasn’t one to pry into other people’s business, but even he could see the signs of mistreatment the poor girl went through. Each time he saw her, it was like seeing someone’s heart turn black, a scary concept for a child so young. The only moment where he saw a spark of joy was when she was handed a new book, the tiniest of smiles on her face and the softest thank you was uttered. He felt for her and decided at that moment that she deserved so much more than what she received, so he accepted Gilbert’s request.

The next time Akatsuki visited the estate again, he decided to go to Rosalia first. He handed her a new book Gilbert had picked out for her with his letter hidden inside. Akatsuki told her the same story he told Gilbert, but in reverse about a young boy who also loved reading the same books as her. He wanted to be her friend, but knew she was far away, so hopefully she’ll read his letter and become penpals, using the book as a starter conversation. Rosalia couldn’t believe it. Someone wanted to be her friend? Genuinely? It was a tiny glimmer of light, but she wanted to hold it close. She asked if he could come back to her after delivering books so she could quickly write a response. After accepting and going on his way, Rosalia scurried off to her room and sat in a corner to open up the letter. Even though she never met this boy before, he could feel genuine kindness overflowing from every word. At that moment she knew that he, who she now knew from his signature as Gil, would become something special to her.

Rosalia knew she didn’t have much time before Akatsuki was done, so she tried to cram as much as she could into her response letter, still making sure to put care into it, and signing it off as Rose. The moment where she handed off her letter was the start of something new. From that point on, Akatsuki would be the middleman to secretly deliver these letters to and from Gilbert and Rosalia. Gilbert was happy with his new friend and finally after seeing her heart darkened for so long, Rosalia started to look happy. Akatsuki knew it couldn’t fix everything, but if it brought some kind of happiness, then it was something. These letters were so special to Rosalia that she made sure to keep them in a special box where her siblings couldn’t damage them maliciously. As she waited for the next letter, she would lovingly re-read his past letters, where they wrote about the books they’ve read to things they liked to silly stuff that children their age would talk about. He even talked about how his mother used to read him fairytales about a prince dancing with his beloved and how he hoped he could do that too. Rosalia may have been young, but she hoped that someday, maybe she could be the one he danced with, that he would whisk her away from the sad life she lived and live happily ever after, just like in the fairytales.

When it got to the point in Rosalia’s life where she was finally going to make her big escape in Akatsuki’s book cart, she took whatever she could bundle up with her, including Gilbert’s letters, and went off onto a new life. Around the time Akatsuki had decided to take her in, that’s when the letters from Gilbert stopped since he went back to Obsidian, which Rosalia only knew as him going back home in his latest letter. She was bummed that she narrowly missed meeting him, but hoped that she would someday be able to. She was thankful to him for helping to keep her heart from turning completely black and giving her hope that kindness prevails and wished that she could repay him.

What Rosalia didn’t know was that Akatsuki had now started doing what Gilbert had done for her, but in reverse when he noticed that Gilbert’s heart was turning black in the aftermath of his mother and Albert’s execution. Akatsuki would tell Gilbert the stories of that same little girl now residing in the capital and living a much happier life and doing the best she could to spread that joy in others, whether it was a helping hand or a kind word.

What she also didn’t know was that her wish of meeting that boy and dancing with him would be granted years later at the goodwill gala hosted in Rhodolite, where Gil and Rose would finally meet as Gilbert von Obsidian and Rosalia Espinoza.

#IkePri OC #Gilbert von Obsidian #Ikemen Prince #IkePri #Pastel writes

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lorei-writes · 10 months ago

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Playing Through IkePri Events: Thoughts

While I do not consider myself a master at optimising the rewards from IkePri events, I have been able to do in them decently well and... I suppose this is just me organising my thoughts.

Contents:

Subscription

Story Events & Obtaining 100k Bonus Stories

Collection Events + Diamonds (Route Completion)

Subscription

If you're f2p, your life is naturally going to be harder, especially during the early game. Personally, I refused to use any of my tea sets and love points items until I gathered four 5* cards, simply because I wouldn't be getting as many points out of them as I would with a better deck.

If you wanted to spend money on the gems to purchase items? Some calculations may be due, especially if it wasn't the first time such an urge has occurred. Owning the subscription may be a better option money-wise.

Story Events & Obtaining 100k Bonus Stories

Assuming you own a deck of four 5* cards and play around the lucky time (not using up the stamina for 5 hours before the start of the lucky time, using up all your stamina from ads during the lucky time with the biggest multiplier; possibly not letting your stamina cap for too long either, although the impact of that likely differs depending on time zone), you should likely arrive at the end of the event with 40-50k love points.

Ten 100+ stamina tea sets equate to roughly 20k love points if used during the x3 lucky time. It takes around 30 such tea sets to obtain a 100k bonus story. Naturally, no early clear bonuses can be obtained this way.

F2p players definitely need to plan strategically if they wish to obtain any such stories. Subscription owners, after raising to the highest tier (6 continuous weeks of owning it) receive 9 +100 stamina tea sets in a span of 30 days. (Wondered how I got those stories? I'm not f2p. This model is definitely not f2p friendly.).

Collection Events + Diamonds (Route Completion)

An effective strategy for clearing collection events is to collect the check points (meaning reaching them without passing them, to then switch to the next character and repeat the cycle), to use them during x3 lucky story time. It is also common to spend gold on +10 of those collectible items (hearts? I think they were hearts).

That definitely works. The only question is whether to reset routes each time, to which I'd say: it depends.

Can you generate enough intimacy points to be able to clear later check points reliably?

Do you need to have all the check points ready at the start of the event or can you expand some stashed up chapter tickets?

Are you in need of diamonds?

Personally, I tend to lean towards prioritising some collection events over others, depending on what characters may be present. I progress all the routes I've read at least once and reset those I haven't touched yet -- my point is to still put as many free chapter tickets as possible towards reaching the end of a route as often as possible. I want to obtain those 300 diamonds from it.

Additionally, for anybody who may be interested in ranking in... The last chapter of a route gives you +10 of the collectibles to send (as opposed to normal +5), so that gives +30 during the x3 lucky story time.

#rambling #ikepri #ikemen prince

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sevenai · 2 years ago

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i have an idea for an edit with ikerev but i can’t decide if i should do it with ikepri or ikevil as well. it’s like a next generation kind of thing you know? and ikevil would be nice since it’s the next new game; however, it doesn’t have a lot of cg out yet and it would take a while for it to come out so maybe ikepri! im planning for it to be a simple edit, unless i decide to animate the cards… should i? also should i post on tumblr or insta?

#i’m indecisive #ikemen prince #ikemen revolution #ikemen villains #ikepri #ikerev #ikevil #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen cybird #otome

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malachiexists13 · 2 years ago

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I have school in 8 hours but instead I'm up thinking "hm.. How can I ruin the lives of my next generation ikepri ocs?"

I dont think I've posted about them before, so here's a little snippet (feel free to guess who their fathers are.)

The First Princess: Eleaina

- Blonde hair, blue eyes, a cold and dismissive personality. Only cares about the throne.

The Second Princess: Anastasia

- Pink hair that fades to blonde, blue eyes, outgoing and friendly. Doesnt care for the throne, but is 100% willing to take it from Eleaina.

The Third Princess: Leora

- grayish/white w/ reddish/light brown hair, blue eyes, friendly and optimistic. Neutral on the throne, but would still be thankful if she was chosen as Queen.

The First Prince: Michael

- red hair, light red eyes, quiet and aloof. Often seen by Leora's side. Already out of the race for the throne to avoid controversy.

The Second Prince: Malcolm

- pink hair, green eyes, sensitive and kind. Current youngest. Deemed "too weak-willed" to be King.

More to be added soon...

I'll reveal who their parents are at a later date. Most likely when I have all my ikepri ocs done and created. And yes more ikepri ocs does mean more ikepri next generation.

#ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen oc #ikepri oc

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ythmir-writes · 2 years ago

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FINISHED!!!!! Word vomit and thoughts fresh from reading romantic epilogue hereonout

i love it, i love the route, i love the action, i didnt expect romantic route to go the way it did with fighting and the underhanded scheming but it did! it did!!!! and I am so happy for it - except for the tiny detail which i will forgive because it is that kind of story so no biggie, in my head my MC already stabbed emidio ten billion times thers not enough of him left to feed the fishes no

i love LOVE rio and nokto's friendship here!! i had a feeling the two would be alike in a sense and rio's route fleshes it out, love that little talk they did before rio went away to benitoite the first time, that was Just So Them. So Nokto and Rio-like, i did a lil happy dance

i also love how not everything about the princes we've learned from Leon route all the way up to Sariel, is info-dumped. Like the story here is focused on rio and mc's relationship and growth, with the necessary tidbits re the princes placed in just the right amounts, if this is my first route for ikepri, i would not be overwhelmed and in fact, would be curious to read the other routes. the lack of info for me (as someone who has played since day 1) did not detract from the experience. i like this a lot! sometimes, a newer suitor/RO becomes an infodump/intro to other suitors, im so happy that rio's route is not just one big infodump regarding benitoite - i was so so so so so afraid that would be the case. im glad this did not happen

i may be biased (i am) but i loved the rollercoaster of emotions here in rio's route, in one chapter i am both punching the air triumphantly because of a scene i liked, and the next i am gritting my teeth in frustration because NO NO NO DO NOT DO THAT DO NOT SAY those words

one thng i didnt get tho is the engagement thing, and how MC struggled with her feelings with this, i thought it was the ring to choose the next benitoite heir but apparently its not either. i do not have enough experience reading how this sort of thing is handled and how this "forbidden" desire is written because (surprise!) i dont read a lot of romance stuff outside of games, so this was one thing i struggled to engage with, not having any prior experience or knowledge BUT I DO WANT TO SAY that i love how it was not just MC who was painted to be selfish feelings, of acting contradictory and hypocritical because of Having Caught The Feelings, and I AM SO GLAD SO SO SO SO GLAD AND RELIEVED there was no other woman because i dislike the "RO already has a significant other" plot THAT IS NOT the beginnings of MC being part of a polycule. dont get me wrong, i like reading about love triangles, about having to choose one or the other, or 2 or 3 or 4 people competing for the affections of a Beloved. but i do no like reading: RO has a loving (but sadly absent partner) but now MC is here so RO has conveniently forgotten the other loving and absent partner in exhcange for MC 😭 that just feels so wrong and just gives me general eckkk feels. yes i know cyikemen would never and no decent romance game would ever do that route, but heyy! there's always the first time and i do not want Rio, my beloved's, route to be that for me so phew! so glad it isn't

i do wish the romantic epilogue was LONGER!! it felt way too short but i may be biased (i am)

OVERALL: i loved this, i love it so much and i enjoyed this so so so much! i may gripe till the end of days about how much i want emidio stabbed so bad but thats for my OCs to do now 🫡 i keep on yapping about stabbing emidio, he deserves it but also i personally prefer MCs getting into the thick of things and doing stabbing

10/10 would read again! on to the dramatic route!!

In light of my almost live blogging Rio's route, im gonna tag stuff as "rio ortiz spoilers" "ikemen prince spoilers" and "ythmir yells" now and not use the main tag so as not to clutter that, block these now because i am officially unwell after chapter 6

#ikemen prince spoilers #rio ortiz spoilers #ythmir yells #finally i can do my other life tasks lol

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fang-and-feather · 7 months ago

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New Dawn - Keith x Maeve (keithsandwich's OC)

Written, a day late, for Maeve's birthday, with the prompt Colors of Sunrise from the Sunshine & Starlight event, hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

I spent most day revising this, and I'm still not completely confident on my first time writing someone else's OC, but I was inspired to and I think it's a good experience. I just hope I didn't mess it up too much.

Words: 718

IkePri Masterlist / General Masterlist / Read on AO3

When Maeve woke up, it was still dark, and Keith was nowhere to be seen. She got dressed and went looking for him.

The place felt empty, and was almost silent, except for the sounds and sweet scent coming from the kitchen. She was sure he was trying to make something for her birthday, but why this early?

Knowing where her boyfriend was, she chose to let him work and went outside to investigate the sound of running water.

She wasn’t expecting a trip for her birthday this time, but she was grateful for it. They would have more time together that way. But she was more surprised that Keith had taken her to a place in Indicolite, close to the border with Jade.

Maeve had never been to this side of Indicolite before, except on passing, and since they arrived at night, she hadn’t had time to explore the place.

Although it was still dark, there were lamps lit in the garden, so she walked out.

The water sound came from the river that ran by the side of the house to the edge of a cliff and down into the forest below.

She walked closer to the wall at the border of the cliff, looking at the valley. There was a small village built in the clearings closer to the river, somewhat visible under a few lamps, and the forest extended beyond that, for as long as she could see in all directions.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and she looked back, smiling at her boyfriend.

“The sun will be up in a moment.” He kissed her tenderly. “Do you remember the last time we did this?”

“How could I not? It was a sweet surprise.”

“I thought we could have a proper chance to watch the sunrise since we are here.”

“Is this why you brought me all the way here?”

“It was Princess Carina who suggested this place. She thought we would like some privacy today.”

“Is she why this place seems so empty? There don’t seem to be guards or servants here.”

“There are some guards close by, but I don’t think we’ll even see them unless something happens. The closest people we have of us otherwise live down in the village.”

“So we have a house all to ourselves today?”

“I thought you would like that.”

“I do.” Maeve kissed him.

She snuggled up to him, and he pulled her closer, a hand lightly rubbing over her belly.

“Especially since it will be the last chance we’ll have of a day alone like this. Next year, everything will be different.”

Maeve held his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“It will be like a new down for us, too. And our lives will gradually change colors, like the sky right now.”

Colors that washed over the world, bringing light and a sense of peace and contentment.

Light that made visible lots of the trees were different species than the ones she was used to seeing, including some that were covered in colorful flowers. Light that woke up the birds, who sang in greeting of the new dawn.

“So poetic.” Keith muttered, tightening his hold on her hand. “I’m glad we get to watch the sunrise with you. Both this, and the one to come into our lives.” He kissed the top of her head. “But you are the sun that brings light and color to my life.”

Maeve finally pulled away enough to turn around and kiss him.

“Who is being poetic now?” She asked shyly.

“How can I not?” Keith took her hands in his and stepped back to look her over. “Bathed in the light and colors of the sunrise like this, you look like a dream. An ethereal being sent to save me.” He stepped closer again. “Happy birthday, my sun. Thank you for all the light you brought into my life and everything yet to come.” An arm wrapped around her waist to draw her in for a kiss, deeper than any they’d shared until then.

Maeve looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

They would be each other’s sunlight, the source of peace and happiness, and all the colors of each other’s lives.

“Thank you for being my light, too. Both of you. I love you.”

Tag List: @queengiuliettafirstlady, @nightghoul381, @eventinelysplayground, @bicayaya, @keithsandwich, @2-lines-and-a-circle

Iif you want to be tagged/untagged on future writings, you can reply to this post or send me a message

IkePri Masterlist / General Masterlist

#sunshineandstarlightcc #ikemen prince #ikepri keith #ikepri #ikepri fanfic

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ikesenwritings · 2 years ago

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Huehuehue in the case of reqs being open... I humbly request hcs of a couple suitors with a short s/o. Preferably Arthur +/ Theo +/ Ieyasu +/ Jin. Or whoever else you like, really. I'm just a short simp over here lol

Thank you so much! I look forward to reading all of your future work :3

A/N: Thank you for the request! I think this turned out to be more of a general boyfriend hc. I tried to avoid being as repetitive as possible, so I may not have talked about the s/o being short, specifically, but it’s fluffy nonetheless! I don’t know why I had such trouble thinking of ideas because I am also a short simp hehe. And funnily enough, though Jin was the latest route I read, I had the most difficulty writing for him :(

Content Warnings: None

[HC] Short s/o

Suitor(s): Arthur (ikevamp), Theo (ikevamp), Ieyasu (ikesen), Jin (ikepri)

Arthur

He’d move the coffee beans to a higher shelf.

“Bless me with a cup of coffee, luv?”

And he would watch you leave his room with that charming, wicked smile of his.

You’d catch on early, but why mess with the new routine you’ve got going on? Especially when it always ends in a kiss and a particularly proud boyfriend?

So you continue asking yourself aloud, “Why on earth does Sebastian insist on putting the coffee beans on this shelf?” or some other variation.

And instead of utilizing the step stool just feet away, you continue standing on your tiptoes, arm outstretched.

You know Arthur is leaning against the doorframe, watching and waiting to come save his little bird.

He’ll watch you struggle some—you never cease being adorable, no matter the situation.

And then his body encompasses yours, one hand on your waist, the other wrapping firmly around the jar high up on one of the shelves.

You work in silence. Arthur usually never interrupts the process. He’s there to keep close, to wrap his arms around your waist and lay his chin atop your head, even though it may strain his neck at times. And when it does, he’ll lay a series of kisses all over your face and hair while breathing in your scent.

Eventually, the coffee is ready—it’s pleasant aroma permeating the air but it becomes long forgotten.

Now it’s just you and Arthur swaying in the kitchen to the tune of an imaginary song.

And soon, you’re turned around, placing kisses on his clothed chest, a content hum runs through you.

You look up with a lazy smile. This is it. Your favorite part. You grasp Arthur’s loosely knotted tie and pull him down to meet your lips.

Theo

To be honest, he had never really considered you short. It just never occurred to him. He’s always had other things on his mind.

And then one day, he goes to rest his elbow on your shoulder but found that it was actually your head.

That changed his perspective, for sure.

“Hondje, were you always this close to the ground?”

“What?”

There go the days of blissful ignorance.

Theo spent the next week distracted, noticing the small quirks about you and your height, which resulted in less than satisfactory work from him in his opinion.

How you seem to place all the things you frequently use on lower shelves, leading to the other residents grumbling about having to bend down.

How you seem to disregard some things altogether, if it wasn’t that important and required the help of someone taller.

How you manage to create scary and unstable step ladders out of stacked books and countertops when you needed to reach something.

How absolutely wide and shiny your eyes gleamed when looking up at him.

How, whenever you wanted to discuss something with him, you always pulled him down to sit on the bed while you stood up to appear taller.

He’d never you all that though. How everything you did was charming and how glad he was to have finally caught on to these particular habits.

Soon enough, a new habit kicks in: Theo standing beside his hondje at an art gallery or auction, his elbow resting gently atop your head, both silent, brows slightly furrowed and in deep concentration over a new painting. It’s what inspires Vincent’s next painting, much to his broer’s surprise.

Ieyasu

He may never escape the teasing, that poor boy.

He’s one of the youngest, he’s a porcupine, he’s Ieyasu. And Ieyasu is dating you.

You just know that Masamune won’t go a week without making some silly joke about their opposing personalities or the fact that Ieyasu, who’s already among the shortest of them all, is with you, an even smaller human.

And it’s Ieyasu, so he’ll reply with something crass and then walk away with red cheeks and ears.

But at the end of the day, when he finally gets his share of peace and quiet and is absent for all the teasing and shit-eating grins, he’s in his futon with you. Legs intertwined, hands clasped together, foreheads pressed firmly against each other.

Sometimes, when he’s absolutely content with laying in silence, he’ll lay his palm to yours and try to guess how many grains of rice he’d have to stack on the tip of your fingers to reach his.

He almost never finishes estimating for all five fingers because you’d get bored and start to nuzzle his neck, and Ieyasu would get incredibly flustered.

“You’ve made me lose count,” he’d pout before giving into a kiss.

Jin

He’s a man’s man, y’know?

He’s tall and he’s got the broad shoulders and the trap muscles; he’s the eldest, he looks after his brothers.

And now he looks after you—his itty bitty Belle.

Well, not really. It’s more like he follows you whereever you go. After having finally come to terms with his feelings for you and becoming an official couple…I mean, he’s almost like Rio.

Not that you ever asked for all the extra help around the bookstore or the palace, but it’s nice to spend all that time with him.

Now that his weekly trysts are over, Jin almost never wants to stray too far from you.

And so he helps organize your highest bookshelves and often lifts you by the waist so that you can double check his work.

When the holidays come around, he’ll help string decorations all over your store.

If the two of you ever cook together, you’re manning the stove while he’s in charge of prepping the food since some pantry items are stored on higher shelves so that recipe books that Jin snuck out of the palace can be nicely displayed at your eye level.

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janumun · 3 years ago

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A Seduction of Roses - Ikemen Prince

General NSFW Headcanons (Clavis, Chevalier, Jin)

Rated: NSFW/18+

Tags: overstimulation, orgasm denial, semi-public sex, face fucking, lap sex, praising, facial, size difference

Author’s Notes: My very late, but promised, foray into the IkePri tag. As is my almost tradition at this point, here are some general NSFW headcanons for three of my favourite beast princes: Chevalier Michel, Clavis Lelouch and Jin Grandet.

Your voice is a balm; and Chevalier’s favourite medium of consuming romantic fairy tales.

When your Prince settles his head into your lap; a wordless cant of those frigid, cerulean eyes finding yours is your only hint to begin your story. And you do, for as long as he listens. Storytelling, being also one of his ideal times to pick; to tease stimulation out of you. Gloved fingers trekking a languorous path across your hip, up your waist. Slipping onto your jaw, and then to trace plump, slick lips you wet, out of frustration over his behaviour. “Continue. How did this king of yours kiss his woman?”

As if you could with the way he’s rising now, to meet your gaze. The edge of his mouth’s curling up at the flush you know he’s aware of, burning across your cheeks. Large hands are hiking your skirts before you can turn any brighter underneath the heat of his gaze, stealing into the space of your thighs to drag at your arousal. Swiping the book, forgotten, out of your slackened grip before his mouth’s firm against yours and his dexterous tongue is soaking your moans right against it.

If you’re feeling particularly naïve (or in the mood to take certain risks) and take Clavis on his word, to help Prince Chevalier rise easier in the mornings. And happen to follow his ‘well-meaning’ advice, approach Chevalier and call for him on a soft Chev...

The name’s almost soft, gentle as it slips off your tongue, you think you like how it feels within your mouth. Smiling at the yet, unmoving form of him bundled under the sheets — as if that would’ve really worked. Moving to withdraw his covers before a hand’s lunging out of the thick darkness; long, tapered fingers curling about your wrist. And before you can so much as attempt surprise, you’re being dragged into bed. Your sense and position, upended, as you find yourself underneath the intense scrutiny of a cool, cerulean gaze. Sharper than what you’ve come to expect when Chevalier’s just woken up. Trekking a slow thumb across your lower lip, until you part for him, “What did you say?” He prompts, voice low and thick, an almost purr, of a great, wild beast. And with an ominous, rising tide within, you know he knows and heard you.

All protests rendered unheard as Chevalier reaches to tear open your shirt, scattering buttons across the coverlet and proceeds to flush your mind of all thoughts, for the next several hours, hard and deep, you’re barely able to pronounce his name at all.

Chevalier’s endurance and vigor are almost infinite. There’s quite no other feature of him that speaks as accurate of his inhumane abilities, as the wreckage he makes of your body, night after night.

The slap of his pelvis against your swollen, leaking center is barely slowing to a halt; quick. shallow thrusts that have you flinching from the overstimulation, just as the last spurts of his release warm their space into you. Beautiful, strong digits reaching to scoop your wearied body up by your waist, to grind himself against you. “What’s the matter, simpleton?” His mouth slicks a gentle path across your shoulders, your neck and when you tip your head back for his kiss...

Sweeping his tongue into your mouth to kiss you full and thorough. Hands heavy upon the flare of your hips as he starts to move once more, and you realize, with some shock, that he’s still so incredibly hard within you. Moaning out your surrender against his mouth, just as his lips slip away from you to worry the flesh of your ear in between his teeth. “Do not pass out just yet, not after all your grand proclamations of keeping me company.”

You know full well how Clavis adores your legs...

When they are clamped tight about the hand slotted firm in between your legs; gloved fingers drumming across the increasingly slick arousal that seeps from you. Humming in delight with each tapered moan he cajoles through quivering lips, and smiles, to see just how truly lovely Belle is, in her fall from grace.

And yet, so very mesmerizing; the quiver of your thighs, locked about his face when you sink yourself — such a pretty shade down there — onto his wet, welcoming grin. A wonderful Belle; so delightful. Raises and falls, trembles and grinds, to her heart’s pleasure, and Clavis lets her do as she pleases, beautiful, sweet thing that she is.

Or, when you’re swaddled pretty in a cool, amethyst gown; the hem of it swirls patterns just right across your ankles. Teasing at a hint of skin just above, hidden from sight. So very beautiful he tucks in a mental note to specifically verify the quality of that lovely dress, later in private. When he pulls it off of you.

Speaking of Clavis’ expertise in stealing you right out of your clothes, he does so, whenever, wherever the mood strikes him. Be it...

Open balconies; set across the balustrade, arms firm around you as you sink into him. Mischievous fingers rolling over and pinching at places that make you squirm and whine, on purpose. Even as he feigns shock at your sounds, an utter farce with how you see that unbothered grin stretching wide across his face. “My, Belle, you could turn in a willing audience if you keep singing like that.” Brilliant laughter warming a space against your clavicle, “Oh, don’t look so peeved, sweetheart. It only serves to turn me on more.”

Tease though your Prince may be, but no one’s quite an expert at having others dance to his whims, than Clavis. And your strings, the very right, terrible ones to pull, he discovers very early on during the course of your relationship.

His fond admiration is a beautiful, lovely sound; commingled in with soft laughter that burns you fiercer with each rock of your hips against his pelvis. Gloved hands curving across the shell of your hips, to squeeze in admiration, slipping further down the length of stockinged thighs, encouraging in press-release motions. “That’s it, darling. Haha, look at you, so very red.” Denting a thumb into your cheek, caressing down the line of your face. “Squeeze now, love, with all you’ve got. Ha, just like that.”

You’d be hard pressed to name a time Jin does not find it appropriate (inappropriate!) to settle those large hands about the curve of your breasts and just hold, if not squeeze. Letting the pleasant give of them ease his worries and harden his cock.

It's only when stringent boundaries are set (“Jin, not in public!”) that he tries and amends his terrible, terrible ways. Seeking to earn his fill, doubly so, in private moments when he edges his cock in between the soft space of your breasts as you hold them close for him. Torturing him to his wit’s end when you begin your slide down — and then up — the length of him. Groaning out loud, his grin’s wide and flushed. Large fingers sinking into your hair when your tongue flicks a path across his cock head and he erupts; onto your lovely chest, your mouth, your cheeks.

Half-hard, almost in an instant to see that pink tongue swipe a taste of him into your mouth.

Jin’s handling of you is incredibly gentle. His sex is filthy, but it’s also loving and adoring, always so careful of your comfort. Even when he’s ramming into you so hard, so fast, you’re seeing pleasurable stars beneath your lids.

Limbs folded up over the sturdy expanse of his forearms, body pressed into the window as he fucks up and into you, back skidding pleasant against the cool, glass surface behind. Your mind almost worries the two of you might end up breaking glass, until the sudden, hard stretch of Jin inside scatters your thoughts once more.

And after a night of ardent love-making, he always adores the sight of waking up to your sweet, disheveled face, still and peaceful in slumber.

Tucking a kiss onto your forehead before he presses you closer and into his embrace. Enfolding you in, naked bodies pressed up in a comforting line; your scent is within his lungs, as it shepherds him back into his own content slumber.

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MAN I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS I DIDNT WANNA STOP‼️ i want to do oneshots for ALL the ikepri boys (eventually) but here’s the first bit. next on the docket is clavis, yves, and nokto

beastie boys and the hunter — part I (prologue & chevalier) (NSFW 18+);

You are a Child of the Forests, raised in the wilds of the south with your kin, the Blackroot tribe. Four years ago you were honoured with the title of Matriarch, something given to the most skilled female warrior of the tribe. As a Matriarch, your duty is to venture into the worlds beyond the wilds and accrue knowledge for future generations.

prologue;

You broke into the palace.

You, what many of these folks would consider a lowly savage, broke into the palace of Rhodolite.

Perhaps it was a bad idea — it definitely was a bad idea — but you were raised to always protect your friends and allies, so by your pride as a Matriarch you simply couldn’t not do this.

As you were sneaking in, shrouded in the cover of night, you spot an unfamiliar man with hair the colour of lavender. High-born from the looks of his clothes. One of the princes? Seems likely.

For a moment, you consider killing him, but then you think of your friend Emma and decide against it. This was a rescue mission, not a hunt. You creep towards him on the balls of your feet, keeping as low and silent as you could. He hasn’t seemed to notice you yet. Good.

By the time he realises someone is behind him, it’s too late. You sling a cloth around his mouth and yank him backwards, and he immediately struggles against you. He’s stronger than you thought he’d be, most other city-dwellers are soft and squishy, but you continue to overpower him.

You leave him gagged and hog-tied behind a rose bush and enter the palace through the door he left out of. The halls were dark and empty, but you were trained to make use of other senses whenever sight failed you, and you swiftly make your way through the building.

The feeling of cold marble and wool rugs against your bare feet makes you cringe, but you keep your disgust from distracting you as best you can.

Arguably, you should’ve planned better for this. You don’t know where Emma is being held, and city-dwellers always have far too many rooms. You’re out of your comfort zone here, so all you can do is quietly try each door and hope your friend is behind one of them.

It takes longer than you like, but eventually brute-forcing wins the day and you find Emma reading a leather bound book by candlelight. You enter the room and close the door behind you in one quick motion, Emma still enraptured in the contents of her book. You sigh silently, she’s never as aware as she should be.

“Emma,” you call gently as you make your way towards her.

She sits up and locks eyes with you, “[Name]! You’re here— what are you doing here? How’d you know where I was?”

You hold a finger to your lips. “When I came back to town I tried to find you and Rio, but you weren’t there. The city-dwellers told me you’d been taken to the palace.”

“So you broke in?” She finally puts her book away and strides towards you, taking your hands in hers. “You could get into a lot of trouble for this! You need to leave!”

“I know. And you’re coming with me.”

Before any heroic rescuing can take place, Emma’s door bursts open and light floods the room. Damn it. You wasted too much time searching the rooms. Four men enter, only one of them a familiar face, and you let go of Emma’s hands to draw your bow and aim an arrow at the towering blond’s forehead.

“[Name]!” Rio calls out, eyes wide in surprise.

“I knew it,” the blond said, glancing between you and Emma. “Someone was here for Belle.”

He sees your arrow trained on him and a dangerous glint shines in his dark blue eyes. His sword is drawn and he stares you down. You can tell by his confident movements that he’s well-practiced with that blade, and you keep your eyes locked on him.

“Do you really think you’ll get out of here alive?” he questions, his voice low and threatening.

“Maybe. Do you think you’ll be able to get me before I land an arrow between your eyes?” you answer. His lips quirk up a little in response.

You feel a shaky hand on your arm and look over at Emma, whose body is wracked with fear. “[Name], please don’t do this. I don’t want anyone to get hurt, let’s just talk about it, okay?”

You hesitate for a moment and glance to Rio. He’s also pleading you with his eyes. You scowl and return your gaze to the stranger in your sights. “What’s there to talk about? These princelings kidnapped you.”

“Kidnapped?” the man with dark hair muses. “I assure you it’s nothing so egregious. Please lay down your weapons and let us speak.”

The shorter blond one lays a hand on the taller man’s back. “Brother, please sheathe your sword. It’s clear she’s not an assassin. At least not for Belle.”

The warrior glares at you, but ultimately follows his brother’s wishes and lowers the blade. You follow suit and relax your bowstring, re-holstering the arrow. You don’t trust this, but you’ll try.

The man — who tells you his name is Sariel — leads you to another room teeming with books and paper stacks. Before an arched window stands a sturdy richly coloured desk surrounded by more strange men, and to your surprise the lavender-haired man is here as well. He catches your eye and scoffs, partly in amusement and annoyance, he didn’t seem to be a fan of getting tied up — but not entirely displeased either.

Sariel introduces himself and the eight princes. The ones you met in Emma’s room are Yves and Chevalier, the fifth and second princes respectively.

They explain the situation with Emma. For the past five days, she’s resided in the palace with Rio working as Belle, some kind of commoner that chooses the next King of Rhodolite. It sounded like rubbish to you, but then again so does most “civilised” culture.

In turn you introduce yourself. You are the Matriarch of the Blackroot tribe, roughly eighteen months ago you met Emma and Rio and you became friends. Whenever you came through Rhodolite after an adventure you’d return to the city to meet with them again. You cared for them both, so when you caught word that they were taken to the palace you could only assume the worst.

Sariel seemed strangely empathetic to this (maybe Emma’s influence?), and offered to let you stay for the duration of Belle’s service as an “unofficial knight” of sorts. You didn’t want to leave them alone in the hands of princelings, so you reluctantly agreed.

Chevalier Michel;

This wasn’t the first time Chevalier disagreed with the minister’s decision, and it sure as fuck wouldn’t be the last. This whole Belle farce was bad enough, but now she was allowed two guard dogs in the palace? One of them a barefoot savage that preferred to sleep in the dirt rather than a bed, no less.

Ah well. He supposed it wasn’t all bad. Belle would almost certainly be targeted by their enemies, and if someone else was watching her it meant he didn’t have to waste time doing it himself.

A few days after the commotion, Chevalier rises early to head to the training grounds. He’s spent too long cooped up in a study, he doesn’t want his sword arm getting rusty.

He can barely hold back his displeasure when he sees a familiar scant-clad Forest Child already there. You’re training with your bow, lining shot after shot into the straw-stuffed training dummies, and internally he wants to command you away. He feels that you wouldn’t respect his authority even so, but he’ll try regardless. He does not want to deal with another headache right now.

Chevalier heaves a sigh as he runs a hand through his pale blond hair and approaches. “Stand aside,” he orders, “I wish to train, and you’re in my way.”

You turn back and frown incredulously at him. You make a vague motion towards the row of dummies that you weren’t practicing with. “There’s enough to go around, help yourself.”

He clicks his tongue against his teeth. “I don’t want to get shot by one of your stray arrows. Move aside, now.”

After a few tense seconds of mutual glaring, you relent and put your bow away, stepping away from the yard. He thinks he’s won and turns to the dummies, but soon you return with a couple of crude hand-axes.

“What are you doing?” he grunts, not even looking your way. “Didn’t I just tell you to leave?”

“I decided I’d switch to melee practice. That way you won’t get ‘shot by one of my stray arrows’ right?”

He scowls. What a meddlesome woman.

An idea hatches in his mind, and instead of striking an inanimate object, he grabs a wooden practice sword and raises it in your direction. “If you’re not going to leave, at least make yourself useful. You will spar with me.”

You’re taken aback. Big old high and mighty prince wants to spar with a savage? And a woman, no less. From what you know of city-dwellers, women seemed to be treated as the more delicate sex, so it’s surprising that he’s willing to humour you.

“You want to spar with me, princeling?” you smirk, resting a fist on your hip.

“I’ve heard tales of the Forest Children’s aptitude in combat. If you wish to remain Belle’s protector, show me you’re worthy,” he answers nonchalantly. Then he looks at you with a challenging smirk of his own. “Not that I think you can touch me.”

You’re not too proud to say that you were enticed by his proposal. You drop your axes to the side and pick up a wooden sword like his, and return to face him.

“The rules are simple. Whoever lands a strike on the other one first, wins. And try not to feel too disappointed when you lose, Forest Child. Not everyone is made to be a hunter,” he mocks.

Your fingers twitch in annoyance. What could this prissy little lord possibly know about being a hunter? You look forward to wiping that look off his face.

You ready yourselves and he calls out when to begin. You decide to take the easiest course of action: rush him first and gage his strengths.

You’re faster than he expects, but he blocks your feeble attack easily and flings you back. His movements are fluid and confident, he’s faster and stronger than the average man, you can tell he’s a deadly combatant. But despite all his strengths, you can see an opening. It’s small, but it’s something.

You exchange blows in a flurry of blades, neither of you giving the other any quarter as you attempt to make contact. Finally, you see an opportunity.

You swing at him again and he meets your sword with his, but before he can push you back you kick at his imperfect stance and topple him. He tries to regain his balance before he falls, and you take the chance to fling his sword away. You grab his outstretched hand and twist it behind his back, bringing him to his knees with you standing tall behind him.

With a tap of wood against his neck, you say triumphantly, “Dead.”

Chevalier huffs, or perhaps it was a laugh? And despite not being able to see his face, you can tell he’s not too broken up about losing. “Not a bad showing. Maybe the stories of your kind aren’t all baseless.”

Something in him stirs as you let him get to his feet. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, and it’s almost like his consciousness is fighting against it, but he feels… respect? Admiration? Like he’s found someone useful for a change.

And he must admit, a woman with your kind of strength is… amusing. Maybe even a bit arousing — though he wasn’t ready to admit that to himself quite yet.

You don’t exchange any more words with him that day. And when you’re both in the training yard again the next morning, you say nothing then too. You spar again, another win for you.

The next day, he wins.

The day after that, you win.

It becomes a routine thing for you. Sometimes he manages to get ahead, but for the majority you’re able to best him.

A lesser man might feel emasculated, his pride damaged by the thought of being weaker than a woman, but Chevalier was no such man. Instead of brooding, he found your spars enlightening. Each morning he learned a little more about himself, and a little more about you.

For example, he hadn’t noticed that he guarded the right side of his body more than his left. Or that you reacted faster to sound than you did to sight.

You went from just sparring to discussing tactics, both on the battlefield and out in the woods.

“The ideal way to hunt is for the hunter to have already finished by the time the prey realises it,” he tells you simply as he thumbs through a tome. You bark out a laugh before you realise he’s not joking. “What, pray tell, do you find so funny?”

“I mean that’s… common knowledge isn’t it?” You tilt your head. “Obviously the best outcome for a hunt is to kill your target before it notices you. You can’t hunt something very well if it’s run off. That’s like saying ‘the best way to write a letter is with a quill and paper’, like… yes, thank you, I think everybody knows that.”

He scowls at you and lets out a disapproving snort. “Why did Sariel let a savage live on palace grounds, again?” A subtle glimmer in his eyes suggests he’s being playful, in his own way.

You lean back in your chair and throw your arms up. “Oh, so now I’m a savage. You’re fine with being seen as a hunter when it means you can use cool metaphors, but when the time comes to rip out a boar’s throat with your teeth and drink it’s blood you’re nowhere to be found!”

Chevalier stares at you silently. It’s unclear if he’s trying to determine your seriousness, or if he’s just completely unamused.

You weren’t joking though, you really did drink animal blood. It was a good way to offset the lack of fruits and vegetables in your diets. Roughly 90% of what Children of the Forest ate was meat.

“You…” he begins, but then he stops. He didn’t actually know how to respond to that, so he just decides not to. He turns back to his book.

You slump a little. “That’s it?” You were expecting him to get snarky at you so you could banter a little bit.

He notices your disappointment and smirks to himself. It’s kind of cute how you always want to pick a fight with him— wait, did he just think that?

Over time he comes to notice you more. Your curves, your muscles, the tattoos that sprawled across your body (a mark of being a Matriarch, you’d told him), and soon he became irritated with how little your leathers concealed.

It was common practice for Children of the Forest to run around half-naked or even fully naked, and at first he thought little of it but now it got on his nerves.

Were you intentionally trying to seduce him? Were you and your ilk always so shameless? Did you not know how other men would look at you? Did you not care?

Other men… The thought of them seeing as much of you as he did bothered him. He tried to quash these feelings, but it seemed the harder he fought against them the more they grew.

He lost a lot more in your spars. He’d get distracted at the way your breasts bounced, or the intense look you’d get in your eyes. You noticed something was off, but you paid it no mind. At least, you tried not to.

But it had been three weeks since you arrived, and Chevalier had gone from improving rapidly to making rookie mistakes.

You knock him on his ass — something you normally wouldn’t have been able to do — and stand above him with your sword lined up to his face. “This is getting ridiculous now,” you chide him. “What’s wrong with you? Do you have a death wish? You expect to be King when you can’t even watch your stance?”

He glares up at you. “Hold your tongue, [Name]. My patience only goes so far.”

“So does mine!” you retort. “At first you were a worthy fighter, but now it feels like I’m whipping a new-blood!”

Damn it, you’re right and he hates it. He still fights just as well, if not better, with other opponents but he continuously falters with you. He wasn’t ashamed when he lost to you the first time, but he certainly was now.

He tries to get up to leave, but you knock him down again. “That’s enough, wildling. I’ve had my fill of you for the day, let me leave.”

“Then leave.”

Chevalier eyes you curiously and tries to get up again. Again you knock him down. He snarls at you, rage bubbling in his stomach at the act of being repeatedly humiliated.

When you knock him down again, he grabs the practice sword in your hand and pulls you forward. It’s enough to throw you off your balance and he’s able to stand while you fumble. He gives you a final glare as he spins on his heel and starts to walk away.

He doesn’t get very far before you dash in front of him and block his way. “You can’t own up to your mistakes, so you try to avoid them?” you spit. “Strike me and I’ll let you go.”

“I’m not playing these games with you. I have more important things to do than play fight with a tree-hugger. Stand aside.” His aura is more commanding than it usually is. He isn’t playing with you, not this time at least.

You answer with only two words. “Make. Me.”

“If you think you can threaten me in my own home, you’re sorely mistaken. I am the rightful King of these lands, and savage or not you will respect that.”

You make no attempts to move, and he sees the only way to get through to you is force. He grabs the blade he’d discarded when you knocked him down earlier and readies himself.

Before you can blink, he’s on you. You only narrowly managed to block his attack and he winds back and strikes again. There’s passion in his hits now, something that was lacking these past few days, and you prepare yourself for a hard fight.

He moves faster than you’ve seen him before, but there’s still a sense that he’s struggling with something.

Like he’s running.

“You think you can just come into my palace and treat me how you want,” he grunts, landing blow after blow on your sword until the wood begins to splinter. “Who do you think you are?!”

When he pushes you back, you push him harder. The ferocity in his mannerisms continues to intensify, and you wonder if maybe he’ll win today. You’ll be damned if you make it easy for him.

“What do you plan to do about it?” you taunt, your breath becoming strained as you put more effort into your parries and attacks.

“You’re a fool, [Name], and I plan to put you in your place.”

The fight is the most draining one you’ve had thus far. You’re holding on, barely, and you notice the subtle signs of him struggling to keep up too.

Despite the sweat beading on your face, sticking strands of hair to your skin, you find enough energy to snicker at him. “Are you sure you’re not just horny for me?”

He pauses for a split second, and you knock the sword from his hands. He gains his composure and clenches his hands by his side, waiting for you to land the final hit.

But it never comes.

You toss your sword to the side and forcefully hold his chin between your forefinger and thumb. “Are you sure that you don’t want me to just take you?”

A scowl has once again carved into his beautiful features. “I want nothing of the sort. You insult me with these accusations, Forest Child.”

You let go and trail a finger down his jawline, following the contour of his neck and resting at his clavicle. He swallows thickly as a fire stirs in his belly, a primal desire the likes of which he’s never felt before.

“You city-dwellers are so prudish. Sex isn’t something to be ashamed of. You’re not as subtle as you think, prince Chevalier.” You smile coyly at him, you know you’re riling him up. “I see the way you stare at my tits. And my ass. I’m not offended, I’m just amused that someone as strong as you can’t come out and simply ask me to fuck you.”

A trickle of sweat drops down his temple, and despite his best wishes he can feel his excitement growing. “You’re truly trying to seduce me so openly? Your people have no shame. A woman shouldn’t approach so casually.”

Your gaze drops to his lips. “Your backwards social norms mean nothing to me. I have always approached, and I will continue to do so.” The finger resting on his collarbone trails a lazy path down to his lower stomach. “Besides, I can hear your heartbeat quickening. I wonder, if I was to look in your trousers, would you be soft?”

Chevalier knew that was a rhetorical question. You already had your answer, you just wanted him to admit it. He deigned to say nothing, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop you as you stepped in closer and undid his belt.

Before your fingers could make contact with his desperately yearning cock, he growled darkly. “If you do this, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

“You’re welcome to try, you wouldn’t be the first,” you chuckle. “But no one’s managed to come out on top, if you get my meaning.”

Somehow, that didn’t surprise him. But his urges will let him resist no longer, and he watches you earnestly as you reach your hand into his pants and stroke the sensitive underside of his dick. He sucks in a breath but lets you continue.

You only stroke him a couple of times before you draw your hand away, and he almost groans in anguish. You hold your hand up to his mouth and say, “Spit.”

For a split second he’s confused, but he quickly gets the picture and leans his face down to your hand. He puckers his lips as a steady trickle of saliva drops down into your palm, and his deep blue eyes are locked on yours.

When he’s finished, he asks you, “Good enough?”

You grin at him. “We’ll see.”

Your hand goes back to his needy cock, and already he can feel the difference. The wet, slightly sticky feeling of his saliva coats him from tip to base, and his eyes almost flutter closed. His lips part slightly as he breathes out steady pants, his gaze locked on you through his long, pale eyelashes.

He’s quite big, you note, and his dick has a slight curve to it. You’re sure no one’s complained with him in the boudoir, but it takes far more than a big dick to impress you.

You twist your hand around him as you stroke, making sure that you touch every inch of him. You’re quite skilled, and Chevalier wonders momentarily if there’s anything you can’t do well.

The answer to that is read, of course. But you’ve never shared that with him.

The heat between you builds as you bring him closer to the edge, and unable to hold back anymore he leans towards you and captures your lips.

You smile into the kiss, and your satisfied snicker is swallowed by him. Chevalier rests his hands on your waist, running them over your hips and your ass as your tongues explore each other’s mouths.

His hips gyrate against your hand, and precum flows from the tip of his prick as you continue to work your magic on him. You part from the kiss and attack his neck with your teeth — thankfully, not to rip it out, but instead to leave a white hot trail of kisses and hickeys.

He groans as he tilts his head forward, feeling his release quickly approaching. “Fuck… just like that… you’ll make me cum, [Name].”

You laugh against his ear. “A prince getting jacked off by a wildling in broad daylight, how embarrassing.”

He grips your shoulders as he pumps himself into your hand. “You are… nngh.. an insufferable woman.”

You smile to yourself and he throws his head back as he shoots ropes of hot cum onto your hand and torso, giving a final grunt as he does so. His mind goes blank at the pleasure, and he slowly winds down as small spurts of cum drop to the ground beneath you.

You part — all too soon for his liking — and you have an annoyingly pleased look about yourself. Chevalier tidies himself up and goes back to his default state of looking mildly irritated. You’re the one who has his cum on you, so why does it feel like you just got the better of him?

“So,” you break the silence, “good talk. I should go get cleaned up, I’ll let you return to your princely duties.”

As you walk past him, you spare a hungry glance at his thick, firm ass and grab a handful. He jolts and twists back to face you, but by then you’re a couple steps out of his reach. “I’ll look forward to exploring the rest of you next time, Chevalier,” you say with a lecherous grin. That ass really seemed magical.

“Don’t get your hopes up, you perverted Forest Child,” he calls back. But you both know that’s a bluff, he’s just trying to maintain a semblance of his pride.

You wave a lazy hand in farewell as you saunter off, and he’s left staring dumbly in your direction.

This won’t work out. He’s sure of it. You’re from two different worlds, ones that can never merge no matter how many kingdoms he unites. Someday you’ll have all you need to fulfil your duty as Matriarch. Someday you’ll leave Rhodolite for the southern forests and it will be the last time he ever sees you, but for now…

At least for now, he knows he’ll see you in the morning.

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