#ikeprince yves

[ikeprinces-stuff]

No one argue with me

[queen-dahlia]

Bunnies❤️

So freaking adorable 🥺❤️ They will be my new icons lwrrnwh

[chirp-a-chirp]

Yves: Impossible! One can’t drown like that!

MC: Oh really?

[lumi-cent]

Whatever it is that the ikedevs are on, I want some.

[theimaginativelyreticent]

Dreams of a Beast (Ikemen Prince 3rd Anniversary)

Gilbert von Obsidian - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium End (His POV) || Epilogue

Chevalier Michel - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium (His POV) || Epilogue

Clavis Lelouch - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium (His POV) || Epilogue

Litch - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium || Epilogue

Nokto - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium || Epilogue

Silvio Ricci - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium || Epilogue

*Bitter Ends will be uploaded if I get them...*

[le-chat-sofi]

Nokto: C'mon, MC can't be good at everything! Clavis: Yeah, who knows, she might be a terrible kisser- Yves: NO, MC is good at that too. Nokto:(ᵔ.ᵔ) Licht passing by:(O.O) Clavis:(¬‿¬ ) Yves:(＃＞＜) MC: My poor boy...

[scarletlove2]

MDNI!

Warnings: incest, non-con, poorly written smut and poorly written in general, groping in Jin’s part, spanking in Chevs part, blind fold in claivs part, undergarment stealing in Leon’s part, blow Job in yves part, sharing in and fingering in licht and noktos part, oral in Luke’s part,

Made with a fem reader in mind reader is probably around the ages of 20-22

You know damn well if the princes had a baby sister they’re gonna try and keep you as innocent as possible until they corrupt you enough before a prince of another kingdom can do it.

You’re just so sweet and innocent you can’t blame them for wanting to you corrupt I mean they are called beasts after all,

Jin will summon you into his room to discuss something, as a sucker is lodged between his lips. He then guides you to his bed, holding you down and in position, before removing the sucker from his lips. With his thumb, he’ll gently part your lips as the candy meets your tongue. Meanwhile, his hands explore downward, finding your breasts and groping them through the fabric of your dress. He reassures you that it's customary for a big brother to ensure they are perfect for your future husband to cherish and fondle.

As you enter Chevalier's private library and request to borrow some of his books to pass the time, his irritation steadily mounts. By the third time you approach him, he seizes you, swiftly positioning you over his knee and lifting your skirt. Using your back as a makeshift table, he places his book, his gloved hand descending upon your posterior as you release whimpers of pain. Amid your tearful apologies, he reprimands you for your persistent nuisance before dismissing you. Left with sniffles, watery eyes, and a tender bottom, you should know better than to ask him about borrowing his books, but he has to make sure you know asking stupid questions will get you punish by your future husband he just prepare you for it.

Claivs suggests a surprise awaits in the garden, one meant to be unveiled through touch rather than sight. He carefully blindfolds you with one of his ties, ensuring secrecy as he leads you through the garden to the secluded gazebo nestled within the rose gardens. Seating you on a bench, he gently urges you back against it, delicately lifting your skirt and positioning your leg over his shoulder. His touch glides soothingly up and down your legs, gradually venturing further down your thigh. With a hushed gesture, he presses a finger to your lips, reminding you to maintain silence, a skill essential for your future husband's comfort and satisfaction.

Leon, who will have a sleepover with you, will maintain innocence as you fall asleep. However, unbeknownst to you, he will rummage through your drawers, finding your lace bra and panty sets. He'll discreetly pocket a pair or two before leaving your room. The next morning, he'll send Julius to fetch you, claiming it's for an urgent royal matter. Once in the office, he'll insist you lock the door, citing the need for privacy. Shouldn't you trust your big brother? He'll then approach you, cornering you between himself and the door, producing your undergarments. He'll express disappointment and indicate that punishment is in order, deeming it inappropriate for you to possess such items. After all, your husband wouldn't approve. Thus, he takes it upon himself to administer discipline for your possession of these garments.

Yves will offer to assist you with your makeup, ensuring your lipstick and eye makeup are flawless as you both stroll around town. However, you can't help but notice the lingering stares from men, eyeing you like a naive prey they can devour. Yves, too, observes the way they gaze at your lips as you politely wave and smile, oblivious to their predatory intentions. His frustration mounts until you return to the palace, where his anger radiates palpably. He guides you to your knees, gripping your hair as you take his cock in your mouth, all the while venting about the men in town. Your mascara streaks down your cheeks, and your makeup smudges from the intensity, tears threatening to escape your eyes. you, should be grateful it’s him. Knowing if you get those stares while married your future husband might not be as nice as your big brother,

Licht and Nokto will sandwich you between them during the carriage ride home from Jade after attending a meeting. They'll boldly slide their hands up your skirt or pull down your top to fondle your breasts, teasingly nipping at your neck as they exchange remarks. Pushing your panties aside, they'll explore you intimately, their fingers delving into your depths, all the while bantering with each other. Amidst your moans of pleasure, you find yourself immersed in a whirlwind of carnal delight, surrendering to the sensations and the allure of their touch. They have to make sure you can take the touch of more than one man in case your husband wants to share you around

Luke simply aims to be a supportive baby brother. In the garden, he attentively tends to your desires while the tea and treats remain untouched. With your hands gripping his hair, his chin adorned with your juices, he devours you fervently, akin to a hungry bear awakening mid-hibernation. He fervently swears that you taste superior to any honey he's ever sampled. His only hope is that your husband shares his appreciation for your juices like he does.

This was very much rushed but I swear to god I’ll have nightmares about how badly I wrote this



[clavissionary-position]

Luke's Strange Habit

Rio: Aw look, Emma!

Kitten: *snoozing with nose pressed into the garden wall*

Emma: Aw that's so cute!

Emma: *shifts attention to the large entity beside the kitten*

Luke: *also snoozing with his nose pressed into the garden wall*

Rio: Should we... move him...?

Emma: Can we move him?

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Leon: And that concludes this round table meeting. Does anyone have any questions?

Luke: *standing and snoozing with his nose pressed into the wall*

Clavis: More than anything, I'm floored by how you managed to ignore him for the whole meeting

Leon: I fall asleep with my nose in books all the time. I figured this was the natural evolution of that

Emma: Please... don't start doing that...

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Clavis: *smiling* And I call this room the nursery!

Cyran: What are they doing

Clavis: *smiling* I don't know!

Luke: *snoozing nose-wall*

Leon: *snoozing nose-wall beside him*

Emma: Which one of you gave Leon a book!?

Yves: *sobbing uncontrollably* IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

[xxsycamore]

—𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳(𝘴)

► SYNOPSIS:

Aside from a holiday to spend with loved ones, Christmas is an opportunity for Yves. An opportunity to put his brilliant mind and his refined sense of beauty to use. Now that he has a Belle to impress, he must be exceptional.

...And when his height gets in the way of achieving that, his tall girlfriend comes to the rescue. Not that he asked for it.

▍yves x tall!MC (belle) ▍rating: G ▍tags: Tall!MC (Belle); Height Differences; Fluff; Christmas Decorations; Humor; Humor and Fluff ▍wordcount:  1,032

▍masterlist

▍a/n:  This one is for all the tall belles out there!! I'm quite tiny myself but I always wanted to write something like this! Hope you enjoy!!

Written for mine and @voltage-vixen's 'Tis The Season For Love challenge!

PROMPT: "Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree."

Aside from a holiday to spend with loved ones, Christmas is an opportunity for Yves. An opportunity to put his brilliant mind and his refined sense of beauty to use. Now that he has a Belle to impress, he must be exceptional. The halls have to be decked and they have to be decked well. The tree must stand tall and glamorous; adorned with ribbons and glass ornaments and to be impossible not to be admired by whoever happens to walk by. No, no, Belle's eyes on the tree is all that matters! The additional praise wouldn't be unwanted, especially if it's from his dear Licht, but then Yves' mind trails off in the list of brothers until he remembers a certain hellcat. Everybody knows how cats and Christmas trees are - they should not be allowed in the same room. Which just adds to the list of rooms Clavis is unwelcomed in.

And tall and glamorous the tree stands.

Tall.

Now, it's not like Yves has to do everything with his own two elegant hands - there are people for that. That's why he was content enough with giving directions as he oversaw the process of decorating many walls and surfaces around the castle, but this here is different. He specifically ordered for noone to enter here as he takes care of beautifying the tree, sending a note for Belle to come in half an hour to be the first seeing the result.

He's soaring on the wings of love, driven to enfold his talents in order to impress her…alas, the wings don't bring him high enough.

The tips of his deft fingers, clad in snow-white glove, are barely holding onto the star ornament meant to be placed at the highest point of the tree. A little more and he risks it falling to the tiled floor with a horrifying sound of broken glass. He doesn't want that to happen, no, so he summons more concentration. The bottom of the star barely grazes the branch it's meant to stand on, yet, the realization is knocking on the door. He simply cannot reach with that height of his.

Knock knock.

No, this is not his realization knocking at a metaphorical door this time, it's all quite real, so it must be-

"Belle!"

Blue eyes widening, Yves takes a step back, lowering himself from the tips of his toes but not fast enough to hide what he's been up to. This is a nightmare; he managed to get distracted enough so the time has passed without his knowledge, Belle is here, he's not ready, and she most likely saw his futile attempt to reach higher…

"Wow…woooow! Yves! It looks amazing! You did this all by yourself?"

Ah. Maybe he's saved by his own creation, albeit unfinished.

"Why, yes. Are you doubting it?"

Belle laughs and her laugher is the sound of dozen delicate little golden bells that unfortunately Yves cannot adorn the tree with. Though, that's fine, she always wears those best.

She comes in closer, sweeping her hand over each of his shoulders as their little inside joke with which she teases him for his occasionally proud nature. Then, she would normally go for a kiss over his cupid's bow, puckered by a frown she summoned with her teasing - yet, this time his lips are the ones welcoming hers. To the disadvantage of his height, Yves loves to grasp the back of her neck and pull her down, gently. It's a simple greeting kiss, a little more than a pressing of lips against lips, but with the perfect amount of decency that only aims to say I missed you.

But his beloved has sharp eyes.

"What about the star?"

Yves' eyes trail down to where hers are curiously staring, the object in his hands, wits are hurriedly coming up on his mind.

"Ah, uh, I actually… I wanted you to place it." He thrusts the ornament into her hands, with a suddenly highlighted reaction to their briefly touching hands. The rise of intensity of the moment doesn't translate to Belle, who only appears more smug about the whole exchange.

"Hooh? Are you sure it's that, and not that you couldn't reach…?"

Yves is at the brink of producing a choking sound in his throat that is anything but suiting his elegant persona. He's so held aback by being found out, he can just grit his teeth and face away from his beloved.

"Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree."

"Huh?" Blinking with invisible question marks floating above her, Belle makes Yves turn towards her but keeps her hands on his shoulders even after he does. "I was just teasing you… why didn't you ask anyone? Or take a stepladder?"

Yves wants to go outside, find a nice pile of snow and bury himself there. It would even help cool his burning cheeks aside from releasing him from living in embarrassment.

"I told you, I wanted you to-"

"Wait, I've got you!"

And suddenly Yves feels weightless, breather dying in his throat. The scent of Belle overwhelms him as the tight hug from behind sends him soaring in the air, this time it's real unlike before, but Yves can't allow himself to bask in the feeling. He wants to be unhanded immediately, and he remembers the star he's still holding, and he knows he has to place it in order to touch the ground again. And place it he does.

"Yaaay!" Belle exclaims, clapping her hands quietly as much as she can while still hugging Yves from behind.

"Why did you do that?? What if you strained your arms? I can't be that light, you could have-"

"But Yveees, you were so cute…"

Belle pouts, glad that at least her boyfriend is not facing her because she wouldn't be able to handle his scolding while face to face. Thankfully he's not struggling to get out of her grasp just yet.

Up this close, she can see the tips of his ears burning red. A goofy smile spreads on her lips.

Smooch smooch smooch

"B-Belle, that's enough! Let me go! I have other decorations to show you…!"

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[chevvrotain]

thinking about ikemen prince and how it could have been fun to have a clearer idea of rhodolite fashion vs. obsidian fashion. yves is already super invested in his appearance and he's grappling with being half rhodolitian half obsidianite. i think i would have enjoyed getting that more obviously reflected in his clothing. i know he wears his mother's earring, i would love to see if he'd also be wearing like, a shirt that is very obviously from obsidian and not trendy at all in rhodolite. or better yet he could dress in a really experimental way that would stand out in both countries, and then it would also make more sense to me why he's so bad at staying hidden behind pillars

[ikeprinces-stuff]

A big and warm salute to the 5th prince, Yves Kloss, for being the one who designed his brothers' outfits and his own outfit as well!! 🫡🫡✨✨

No wonder Leon's clothes fit him perfectly, Yves is the one who designed them for him AAAHHHH--- 🦁❤️🖤

[queen-dahlia]

Princes as Devils 🖤

These will be my new icons🖤

[itisallindarknessnow]

Don’t mind me in my corner hugging my silvio and yves fanart

[theimaginativelyreticent]

Soaked Collection Event

Nokto

Litch

Chevalier

Leon

[neerons]

Yet another reason to kill Chevalier…

Let’s just pretend Clavis invented smartphones and tried to impress Chev with his camera skills

There's also no way he would ever call himself ugly

[le-chat-sofi]

Nokto: I'm a very mature man! I always apologize when I'm wrong!

Yves: But I've never seen you apologize before... (・・ ) ?

Nokto: Ohh well, that's because I'm never wrong (´ ∀ ` *)