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littlekohai77 · 2 days

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No Nut November-!!

𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝕄𝕆𝕊𝕋 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝕃𝕐 𝕋𝕆 𝕎𝕀ℕ-!!

𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢-- 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.

🄲🄷🄰🅁🄰🄲🅃🄴🅁🅂: Ellis Twilight from IkeVil, this was supposed to be multi character but I got carried away.

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: nsfw, content minors dni or bald Jude is coming for you, oversimtulation, slight non consent vibes, slight mention of overworking, squirting, semi public sex, possibly extremely ooc.

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🄻🄴🄰🅂🅃 🄻🄸🄺🄴🄻🅈 🅃🄾 🅆🄸🄽: 1-2 weeks.

◡̈🅴🅻🅻🅸🆂 🆃🆆🅸🅻🅸🅶🅷🆃:

The thing about him is... He's a person who who enjoys pleasing you and keeping you happy. Making you feel joy, satisfaction and serenity as much as possible is what he most aims for.

So... It wouldn't necessarily be difficult for him. It would be you who would make the challenge difficult. Because the moment you start showing signs of being needy is when his resolve starts to crumble and he gets hit with the desire to please you. To stop seeing you frown and press your thighs together, trying to desperately to get enough friction. To stop hearing your cries of disappointment and dissatisfaction from behind your door cause your fingers just aren't thick or long enough to reach those oh so sensitive spots deep within you, something only he can reach. He just wants to break down this door, hold you and glue himself in between your thighs.

In another scenario where he's thinking about just how happy you would be, just how bright you'd smile after a full month of being deprived of pleasure. Where he's considering the big reward on the long run, he'd still lose.

Because since you guys are all doing this challenge together, Jude would try to drown himself in work as a distraction to make himself stop thinking about his cute little lover. Which would lead to him taking a lot more of the load than normal, in turn lessening the load for Ellis. Allowing him more free time.

And what does this goofy little goober do with his free time? Well he spends it with you. And he's not that much of a patient fellow.

Which would eventually lead to you being propped up against the wall in your balcony, legs hung over his shoulders, his face smushed into your little pussy, his nose pressed up against your clit, creating stimulations that tether on the edge of pleasurable and painful, him creating scandalous wet sounds, slurping up all your joices like a starved man, sucking on your puffy folds, your toes curling, the coil in your lower stomach tightening impossibly, eyes rolling back, as you beg him to slow down and yet keep grinding your cunny against his drenched face.

All care for public decency has lapsed through him. As you whimper, mention that what if someone sees- He chuckles, causing vibrations across your little flower, sending chills that run up your spine and shoves you over the edge, a clear liquid spilling all over. Him pulling away to open his mouth and catch all of it, pulling apart your puffy lips and rubbing your little nub to draw out the high as long as possible. He looks so pleased. So happy to finally have relieved you of the pain he was foolish enough to put you through for one and a half weeks!

"One... " he brings his face closer to your cunny, licking up the access juices dripping from it, the stream now weaker than before. "One ... Muh-ore! " he gasps, his voice coming out muffled as he encloses his mouth around your nub and sucks it into his mouth. And you're too dumb right now to even respond, all that come out are incoherent words and high pitched noises.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍... 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜...

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞... :)

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etheries1015 · 3 months

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Hiii! I saw you write for Ikemen Prince, and I really like your writing, so I wanted to ask u a bit of self-indulgent headcanon 👉👈

I wanted to ask some headcanons for Chevalier and Silvio with a fem!s/o (or also gender neutral is fine❤️) who is insecure about having small boobies/a flat chest? If you're uncomfortable with it it's fine! And ty for reading this, have a nice day and drink plenty of water!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

This is probably my first ikemen prince request! YIPPEEEEE <3 heuheuehu.

Fem! MC who is insecure about their small breasts </3

Featuring: Chevalier and Silvio!

general warnings: Afab reader + fem pronouns, mildly suggestive, slight spoilers of Silvios route.

Chev

Chevalier could tell by the way you requested your dresses with more ruffles and outfits that hid your chest that something was amiss. It wasn't the first time he realized you had this insecurity, the way you would stare off in the distance at a group of noble women with envy and sadness glinting in your eyes as you took note of their curves, your hands absentmindedly fiddling at the ruffles the top of your dress. This went on for a week, the stares, the off-hand mindless comments about your undergarments, the mannerisms you had at night in your gowns, and the insistence of ones that accentuated the right places (he over heard you speaking to the tailor he had assigned you for.)

He thought this was normal womanly behavior, for every woman seems to find jealousy in others for reasons seemingly ridiculous in his eyes. Always being a man of action Instead of speaking words of affirmation, Chev would do things such as reject certain clothing you wanted to wear to balls and suggest something else that actually seemed to show off your flat-chested outline, or lay out outfits he had chosen rather than allowing you the freedom of that choice. He did not know that the problems were rooted deeper than that until you brought it into the bedroom.

Things were becoming heated when you insisted that you not face him during intimacy, and began covering your chest shyly as he undressed you with typical eagerness for the nights passion. finding himself becoming rather annoyed at your sudden shyness, Chev found himself grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, moving his eyes right above yours to tower over you.

"I thought I had made it clear," He stated in his usual monotone voice, "That you have no need to be insecure about something as frivolous as your chest." He grunted. Your eyes widened in surprise at his comment and turned your head shyly, your hands struggling to break free from his strong grasp with the automatic response to cover up what you have been trying so desperately to hide. You should have known he would have easily caught onto you.

"I can't help it, King Chevalier," You replied with sadness in your voice, "It's just something you wouldn't understand. Having breasts like this just...feels debilitating as a woman," You felt yourself choke up, Chevalier's eyes squinting ever so slightly as his lips began to lower themselves to your buds.

"You do not need to worry about such drivel," He said, planting a soft kiss against your small mounds before taking a gentle bite, smiling at your eager mewl.

"The size of your chest does not determine your worth," he said with his mouth pressed against your sensitive skin, hands snaking down to your thighs and in between, "Such silliness does not matter. As far as I am aware, one's breast size does not factor in what makes you a woman. You have many more qualities that I would see classify you as such, much more than something like your bosom." He riddled your skin with kisses and teased your breasts with love and attention, bathing you in rare verbal praise to match the marks he left upon your body. Chevalier was certain to prove to you in his actions over and over again that you were his queen, his prized possession, and the most beautiful being he ever had the pleasure of spending the rest of his life with.

Silvio

Unlike Chevalier, Silvio was a bit more clueless on things such as comparing yourself to other women. He thought he had made it clear to you that his eyes were set upon nobody else but you, for you were the shiniest treasure he ever laid eyes upon. He never actually noticed the jealousy in your eyes at passing women in the halls and simply assumed when your gaze lingered on another woman at balls it was perhaps in interest to their dresses. He didn't notice the way you would ask him to start providing your clothing with a baggier style, thinking to himself perhaps it was a trend you caught onto. Never being a fan of getting to know other women, he seemed to be rather clueless in the comparisons and habits they may make out of insecurity.

He had, however, noticed your silence and lack of enthusiasm whenever you undressed, the way your optimism as of late had dwindled, and how your smile did not seem as vibrant as before. This happened in your shared bedroom with the king, preparing for your nightly bath that became routine with your lover. He noticed the way you stared into the mirror with a look of sadness glinting in your eyes, your arms moving up to cover your chest and sighing.

He was quick to move behind you, snaking arms around your waist and moving his head to kiss you gently against your neck. You tried to give him your normal enthusiastic smile with very little success, groaning in frustration at your low energy.

"What's gotten into ya?" He asked with worry thick in his tone, "Why're ya covering up like that? Let me see you," He purred, turning your body and tilting your chin to reach his gaze. You pursed your lips and gave into your resolve of leaving him out of it, blurting out your honest thoughts to your lover.

"Aren't you...y'know... embarrassed to be with someone with not many..um.." You glanced down at your chest before looking back up at him, "Assets?" Silvio's eyes widened in shock at your sudden inquiry, grunting in annoyance as he lifted you up with great strength and sat you on the counter of the bathroom.

"Hah? What are you on about?" He sneered, furrowing his eyebrows and holding your body close to his, "Ain't nothing wrong with being a bit flat chested- if that's what you're talking about." You looked away with a blush upon your cheeks.

"So you admit that I have small boobs?" You were half teasing your lover, knowing the best way to talk to him seemed to be with playful banter. He raised his eyebrows at this accusation, although his gaze remained sweet and calm seeing through your rouse.

"Well, yeah you ain't gotta lot there. But none of that matters to me, and it shouldn't matter to you."

"I feel like it makes me less of a woman," You pouted, "There's a lot of other women who-" He cut you off with a rough kiss against your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth and moving his hands to cup your breasts. He began to massage it gently, a hum of satisfaction deep in his throat. Silvio pulled away with an arrogant smile at your pout, trailing kisses from your jawline down to the breasts you claimed you detested.

"You better stop all that talk. You should know by now that you are more a woman than any of those plastic noble women will ever be," He placed kisses around your now sensitive mounds, "Now, next time just come out with it and tell me instead of bein' all sulky, alright? I don't care how long it takes or how many times I gotta do it, I'll convince ya time and time again how you're my queen."

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riveranova · 13 days

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(A/N): Aaand the second part! <3

IkePri's Sleeping positions! x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings:

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word Count: 335

Chevalier Michel

Sleeping schedule worse than Jin's haircut

He's a hugger, 100%

No matter if it's a pillow or a poor, little rabbit

Doesn't sleep much, usually a really light sleeper

We know that he doesn't like to wake up early (slay)

So get ready to get squished to death by him

Luke Randolph

Sleeps everywhere, anytime

Sometimes you wonder if they way he's sleeping ever hurt him

Snores. Snores really loud. You'd think there was a construction side in the garden but suprise! it's just Luke

Head back, arms crossed, legs spread

Ffs, he's taking up the ENTIRE bench

Sleeps like a rock but open a jar of honey and he's awake and ready for duty! (eating the honey)

Yves Kloss

I will not elaborate further.

Jin Grandet

Similar to Luke, but less.. messy?

Manspreads like his life depends on it, too

But doesn't sleep around the palace (he does but that's a different thing-)

Takes up the entire bed, face first into the pillows

Honestly, he looks like he just fell into bed and went ''fuck it, this is how I sleep today''

On top of his covers, sometimes uses them when it's cold or he has uhm... 'guests' over

Licht Klein

Sleeps like a sick victorian child

Completely still in the middle of the bed, covers halfway up his chest and hands folded on top of them

Quiet, not a single sound can be heard, not even breathing

Doesn't turn around, ever

Just sleeps like that, still, unmoving

When you sleep in the same bed, you'll have to curve around him

Leon Dompteur

''I don't have any space, Leon.''

''Me neither.''

Camera cuts to the entire bed

You lay at the edge of your side, almost falling off while Leon hugs you from behind, the entire bed behind him is empty

Will not move, no matter what

Steals blankets just to throw them to the ground

Hugs you like a baby koala, so you don't even need those blankets :)

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secrelty-z · 6 days

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these mcs r wild bro

mc witnessed like 5 murders and she’s just chilling

like WHAT

i’m reading william’s route rn and this dude murdered someone so gruesomely and mc wakes up the next morning like up im cool 😜

GIRL WHAT

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lordsisterxotome · 2 years

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Control (Licht Klein x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Licht Klein x Reader

Prompt: Outdoor sex | Sex in a vehicle & "If you give me a hickey, I'll have to give you one too."

Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞 Clothed sex | Slight dirty talk

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1319

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Author’s Note: Doing anything with a sore throat sucksss. Still mustered the energy to write for day 4 of @xxsycamore‘s Visions of Temptation event.

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Licht Klein was control personified.

None of the other princes could muster the level of restraint he was capable of. Not Jin, not Leon, and certainly not his brother. He could be starving, but if he was told not to touch the meal in front of him, he wouldn’t have.

Restraint was his middle name.

But if you kept sucking on his neck like that, he was going to tumble you to the carriage bench and have his wicked way with you.

His hands were on your hips, more for his own stability than for yours as you ground yourself into his lap. The movement of the carriage as it bore you both back to the palace didn’t help, every dip and bump in the road jolting your body against his. Your lips worked happily against his pulse point despite the uneven bouncing, sending bolts of pleasure straight to his cock.

“What’s gotten into you?” A particularly deep roll of your core against the erection throbbing in his trousers made Licht groan, knuckles white as his fingers dug into you. God, he could feel the heat of your cunt through your clothes.

“Mmm, it just struck me again how handsome my husband is.” A playful nip to the spot just below his ear made him gasp, your lips and tongue too good at chipping away his control. “I’ve been overwhelmed by how much I love you.”

“If you give me a hickey, I’ll have to give you one too,” he growled, hoping that you wouldn’t stop.

You pulled back just enough to peer up at him through your lashes. Another roll of your hips shifted his hands, moving from your hips to your ass. “Would you give me more if I asked?”

His control, frayed to nothing, finally snapped. The next thing both of you knew, you were laid out on the bench, Licht hovering above you.

“I’d give you the moon and all the stars in the sky if you asked for them,” he breathed against your lips, gaze trained on the smile that formed there.

Tender hands threaded into the thick hair at the nape of his neck, pulling gently on the strands. “All I want is you.”

His mouth descended on yours ruthlessly, tongue diving between your lips and plundering his territory. Each moan you made tasted sweet, his tongue tangling with yours and drawing out more of those delicious sounds. Your hands tugged harder on his hair, your skirt shifting up as you spread your legs to accommodate the knee he placed between them. A deep purr rumbled through his chest as you lifted a leg over his hip, coaxing him closer.

Strings of saliva connected your swollen lips by the time he was done, satisfied that he’d well and truly taken your breath away. “You have me,” he promised with a swipe of his tongue across his bottom lip. The matching rings around your fingers reaffirmed that.

Keeping one hand planted beside your head, he reached down to undo his belt, letting you help free his cock from the confines of his trousers. Licht hissed when your hand wrapped around the pulsing flesh, your thumb swirling the bead of pre-cum welling at the top. The urge to attack your lips again warred with his desire to fuck you senseless, to give you everything you asked for and more. Every part of him was already yours.

Instead, he shoved the skirt of your dress up to your waist, hungry for what lay beneath. You were already soaked when he reached you, shucking your panties down your legs before settling himself between them. Calloused fingers slipped through your folds, intent on stretching you before he fit his cock in your tight heat, but you stopped him with a hand around his wrist. The way you bit your lip, peering up at him pleadingly through lust-hazed eyes, told him all he needed to know about how desperate you were and Licht was nothing if not an attentive husband.

You shivered as his cock fell between your folds, coating himself in your slick before he positioned the blunt head against your entrance. A yelp filled the small space of the cabin as Licht grasped your calves and hoisted them over his shoulders without warning, thrusting his erection into your depths in the same movement. Maybe the coachman heard, but Licht couldn’t bring himself to care, all his focus trained on the wet suck of your pussy around his girth.

You were wet enough that he slid into you easily enough. Still, he noted the way your fingers clawed into the velvet-upholstered bench beneath you, your brow furrowing against the slight pain that came with the stretch.

On any other occasion, Licht would have waited for your go-ahead before he started moving, but something about your desperation had rubbed off on him, evaporating his good sense. That, combined with the rocking of the carriage as it rumbled over the dirt road, made him pull back and plunge back in harder than he meant to.

Once he started, he couldn’t stop. Uncontrolled, he pounded into your welcoming cunt, the wet squelch of his cock splitting you open combining with your mewls and his quiet grunts. The temperature in the carriage heated, warmed by your fucking.

Something curled along Licht’s spine with each moan of his name, his eyes dark with heat as he watched you arch and writhe beneath him. Shifting his hips, he battered the spot inside you that he knew would make you feel best, that he’d committed to memory after being inside you so many times. Your pussy rewarded him by clenching down hard, nearly making him cum as he gritted his teeth against the overpowering burst of pleasure.

“How do you feel so good every time?” His body fell over yours, forcing your legs into a mating press as he grunted, “I can’t…fuck, I can’t stop.”

“Don’t stop!” you begged, meeting his lips in a messy kiss. He knew you were close, could feel it in the way your body melted against his, the way your pussy sucked him harder. You weren’t alone; his own end was approaching too, tightening his balls and driving his hips to thrust deeper, faster.

Over and over, thrust after thrust, each move brought his orgasm closer. You were almost there. He was almost there.

And then he stopped. One moment he was inside you and the next he was gone, leaving you woefully empty as he slipped your legs off his shoulders and sat up. “Licht!” you cried, voice colored with frustration, and something about it made him smirk, even as he felt remorse at having left your pleasure dangling. “Why did you stop?!”

“We’re home.” Kissing your temple, he slid your damp panties back up your legs and tugged you back into a sitting position. What you hadn’t felt and that he had, was the gradual slowing of the carriage, the way it leaned ever so slightly this way and that as it made the familiar turns leading up to the palace. He might’ve made you climax before the carriage reached its destination, but that would mean no aftercare and that was his favorite part. Furthermore, Licht was not going to risk exposing you to people who had no right to see you that way. Only he had that right.

Your skirt fell back into place, hiding the evidence of your coupling as he tucked his erection back into his trousers. Cradling you against his side, he kissed your pouting lips, catching your bottom lip between his teeth for a quick nip.

“Don’t tease me,” you whined, balling a fist in his jacket.

“Not teasing,” he purred, “Just keeping the mood going.”

“I know, but-“

“Shh…” His gaze flashed with something dark, something that made his crimson eyes shine ruby-bright. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t finish you, did I?”

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simp-is-here · 2 years

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Do you ever just think of how attractive it would be if a vampire slowly laid you onto a couch and leaned over you, brushing your hair away from your neck as they lean in till their fangs are just poking your pulse point, their breath against your neck as they tease the idea of biting you before pulling away with a smirk on their face, then before they leave they put two fingers under your chin and give you the smallest peck then head out the door, leaving the tingles of their touch in their wake.

😮‍💨

Did it get hot in here??

Thirsty Vampire Thoughts Saga

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b4mb1m · 1 year

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simpleton ─ chevalier m.

fandom : ikemen prince

charecter : the second prince ( chevalier michel )

prompt : y/n, a liked gardener for the palace, gets to know more about chevalier.

warning : this is an unfinished piece of work that i have been delaying because of mental health problems and due to stress from school. so apologies in regards.

Honestly menacing. That's the impression y/n always clung to when referring to the second prince. Chevalier, that man who grazed his eyes over her with a hint of displeasure was not a friendly sight. he would always scoff at her small mistakes and burden her with insults. it was needless, but the prince had found someone to throw his comments at. reminding y/n to feel like a verbally punctured punching bag.

it was shameless of him. even if they went out in the open public, full of prying eyes. he would always know how to degrade y/n. make her feel fallen like victim to his mentally bruising comments. y/n didn't enjoy being accompanied by Chevalier, but as royalty, he deemed y/n, the simpleton, wasn't well understanding of his tastes in books he read. foolish isn't it?

as one of the only people to have seen and picked up a few tales that lay on the dusty bookshelves in his private library. it just seemed like another attempt to make her feel bad about herself.

y/n would feel hurt by Chevalier's demands, but keep in mind furthermore, that this happens fairly often. not only does y/n have to digress the hatred he towards her, but she must also keep up her act. her act of not being the oh-so-scared prey others call her for. she has to keep up her stance to maintain learning more about the prince.

by this y/n sounds to be like a Belle. forced to choose the next king to take over the kingdom of Rhododile, but no. y/n was a young girl that choose to live near a pond in the kingdom. it was magnificent, the pond. it always replayed the colours of its surrounding like an oil painting, glistening with the glow from the dropping rays of the Sun.

though y/n worked with gardening and keeping things intact even for the royal family. sometimes she would get letters from Sariel, the stand-in king. the letters would always be something to do with their garden and their dire need to have y/n look at it with her own eyes, rather than Sariels attempts to find the corresponding descriptions.

and of course, after doing this fairly often she got close with Sariel. he would let her get tours of the palace and look around even stay for nights or days if needed. there were just a few rooms he left unspoken of. as any human would, she grew curious about them and looked in the untoured areas. and just by chance, the first room she checked was a library. it was, to say the least, blooming with the collection of books the sturdy bookshelves held. it was a room just dedicated to the collection's display.

and as the girl glazed her eyes upon it she was left shuddering at the sudden presence of a hand on her arm. it was the second prince. he wore a grim look on his face when looking over her face. she had met him before. it was supposed to be a regular visit of hers to look over the garden flowers and if they were cared enough for. and as said she stumbled to catch sight of Chevalier. then he was just ignorant of her, head delved into the book he was reading. yn was warned that everyone that lived here was in a bit 'odd and odder' type of situation. y/n guessed Chevalier was the lesser.

of course, some of those times could be misjudged as simple attention giving, but y/n knew Chevalier wouldn't do that. right?

as did Chevalier, y/n ignored him too. she simply had no interest in his doing and cared to look at the flowers that were buried in the ground near him. he glanced at her a set of times, but his lips were sealed tight. to him y/n was just a peasant, but why would Sariel invite a simpleton to look over the garden. they already had people to take care of this, but he thought over it. y/n wanted to glance over at the man as well, but her mind begged to differ.

when noticing a couple of pricks on the roses she sighed, got up from her crouching position and went over for some tools to take care of the problem. as y/n was in the delicate shed she let her eyes roam over the walls, the ground, the covered desk, but she was incapable to find the needed tools.

as y/n slightly edged her eyes to the entryway she saw a glimpse of white. she thought it was just a bird who flew by, but she was far from right on that. suddenly her body was engulfed by a new cologne, only the richest she assumed and felt arms creep around her sides. it was Chevalier. he had pressed her body in his arms and let his words sink into her mind.

"looking for these?" he showed her the tools she begged to find here, laying plainly on his gloved hand. she went to take them from his grasp but inevitably got squeezed by him.

clutching onto his arms she tapped his arm for him to let go, though he insisted on standing still. y/n felt like he was about to squish her to death, but the creeping thoughts disappeared when he spoke.

"do me a favour, simpleton," he spoke in a brash tone. y/n got annoyed by his insult, getting the idea of kicking his shins out of place. I mean, doubt she could to this brick wall, but by height, she could. she wasn't much of a tall one. not even close. she was truly short as a teenager in the earliest stages. and Chevalier, well he towered over her almost like a giant predator driven by instinct to hold her close.

#ikemen prince chevalier #ikepri #ikemen prince #reader #ikemen x reader #ikepri x reader #chevalier michel #chevalier michel x reader #royal au #gardener au #( ੭ 𝐲𝐮𝐢 ୧ )

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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Hi, could I maybe request Loki from ikemen revolution with a SO who hast a cold? Also, I really like your writing.

A/n: Of course!!! And thank you! Also I apologize if this sucks.

Letting out another sneeze, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Slowly turning your head you spotted Loki staring at you as you did your best hide a cough escaping your throat.

“Your sick?”

You were a bit surprised to see how blunt the man was since you were so used to his playful nature.

“N-no I’m.”

Letting out another cough you suddenly felt more light headed as you went to go and sit down you felt your legs start to give out under you though you collapsed into the arms of Loki. Than lifting you up, his nose wrinkling as he carried you off to the shared bedroom.

“Nooo where are you taking me.” Struggling in your boyfriends arms.”

“Stop squirming, you gotta get some rest.”Loki huffed, you felt to warm and he didn’t like that.

Closing your eyes you relaxed into his arm as you let him tuck you into the bed. It did not take long for him to grab an ice pack along with other things you might like. Letting out another cough, you gave him a sleepy smile. “Hmm love you.” You let out a tired yawn.

“Ya…love ya too.” Leaning in Loki gave your head a kiss as he sat down next to you. “Get some sleep.”

#drabbles #drabble #ikemen series x reader #ikemen x reader #ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution x reader #Loki Genetta #Loki Genetta x reader

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awritingotaku · 1 year

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Decided to get started on the Halloween prep early so I could actually have an event for once. I was thinking of mainly working on fics for the Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, Diabolik Lovers, and maybe some of the Ikemen men games. Also might do some original character stuff because I’m a softie for Jekyll and Hyde.

Main ideas for the horror based ones were haunted house, vampires, ghosts, demons, and the like. Also want to try and maybe to some more psychological horror based ones too.

#x reader #twst x reader #genshin x reader #ikemen x reader #oc x reader #polls #Halloween #otaku speaks #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers x reader #need to plan Halloween event

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littlekohai77 · 13 days

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Some facts.

Alfons... That bitch is a left handed mf.

Or at least his sword hand is his left hand.

I've made that conclusion from which side he rests his sword on. It would be hard to unsheathe it swiftly from his right hip with his right hand. Thus the assumption.

Also new info on the maids.

That's so adorable and nice 🥹🥹

I feel so happy for them (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Also Victor is the tallest. Coming in at second is Roger. (Both a little over 6 ft)

And Ellis was discrided as tall in the prologue.... I've been scammed.

#ikemen x reader #ikevil #ikevil jude #ikevil alfons #the palace maids #ikemen villains #ikevil ellis #ikevil elbert #ikevil en #ikevil william #ikevil liam #ikevil victor #ikevil harrison

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etheries1015 · 10 months

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As long as you don't mind, maybe Theo, Arthur, Charles and Shakespeare comforting a fem! S/O going through a emotional flashback?(where you feel the old emotions, but it doesn't feel like you're there there; I know for me I get really dissociated during/after and stim nonstop while blasting music to help ground). Only if you're up for it of course and it's something you'd feel comfy writing ❤️ Thank you so much lovely!

Oh my gosh slay my first ikevamp request thank you this is such a good idea!! I hope you don't mind I implemented a scenario I feel would be a relatable emotional experience: somebody brings up your family, friends, or past loved ones, and you can't help but think back at your life before and begin to spiral and question your choices.

Ikemen Vampire x reader - How they comfort you

Featuring: Theo, Arthur, Shakespeare, Charles

TW: Descriptions of disassociation and (very mild) panic attacks.

General warnings: Fem pronouns, not too in-depth but I hope it's still okay!

Theo:

Theo I would say is not particularly the best at comforting, and does it in more of a round about way. However he can't help but need to do something....you're far too distracted while on the job. He had you come along with a few business deals with artists and nobles, and one specific thing a noble had said to you made you begin to think.

"Ah! Theo, and the lovely lady (y/n)! I've heard you have been established as a couple now, correct? Great for you! I'm sure your family must be happy you're with someone as stand up as good old theodorus here, huh?" One of the artists you had the pleasure of meeting blurted out. He hadnt meant anything by it and you knew this, however this was the start of you spiraling. The remaining amount of time you spent out and about with theo involved your eyes wandering to the ground, barely blinking while he led you by holding your hand. Your strides were slow and sluggish, and you had barely spoken a word ever since that incident. Finally you returned back to the mansion after he had finally called it a day, theo practically dragging you to his bedroom.

"What's going on with you hondje?" His eyebrows furrowed, "you've been weird ever since-" he stopped short of his sentence when he noticed tears filling your eyes which were colorless, your body slumping on the bed while you tried to distract yourself from the tears by picking at your nails. You simply shook your head, the words unable to form into coherent sentences thus silence was the best option for you. Theo didnt hesitate to wrap his strong arms around you and immediately begin to rub circles on your back, not pushing you any further to share what was going on.

He was content in the silence with you, he was a patient enough man to allow you to return to yourself in your own terms. Although he was gruff and often seen as outwardly brash and rough, however he knows when to hold back his often difficult attitude. Thus the next hour was him simply holding you in his arms, your light sobs soon evening out as you drifted into a slumber within his strong grasp. After laying you gently upon the bed, Theo made sure to take the following day off, for he knew he must dedicate that time to you.

Arthur:

You had began to make preparations for your wedding with Arthur, one of those things of course being a wedding dress. There were so many to choose from, and on top of being stressed about the whole ordeal and your anxiety creeping in, one of the tailors who were measuring you had nonchalantly said, "Oh dear, your parents must be ecstatic! Now tell me, where are they now? Shouldn't your mother at least be here for you while finding a dress for her precious daughters wedding?" You hesitated before gently responding to her that your mother lived abroad and you communicated by letter, and the woman quickly dropped the topic with a quick apology. The room suddenly felt thick and heavy, your chest tightened as you forced the tears that brimmed your eyes back. It wasn't until you stepped into the mansion after your dress endeavors, quickly rushing past any of the residents without so much as a "Hello." Its not as if you really noticed anyone anyways, your peripheral vision blurred and you felt numb. Any voices you heard drowened out, your mind wandering elsewhere. You wanted to be alone, you wanted to burry your face into your knees and try to cry, to forget the world exists, and fade away. you didnt feel real right now, you didnt feel like...you.

"Love!" You heard a familiar voice break you out or your trance, and panic began to set in.

Oh no.

You began to walk faster, 'don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry,' you kept telling yourself, 'If I see him, I will definitely cry.' And just as you had suspected, Arthur quickly caught up to you and grabbed your arm gently, a look of concern in his deep blue eyes. Your walls had cracked and the floodgates poured. He immediately pulled you into a tight embrace, swaying with you in his arms from side to side as you sobbed into his chest. Before long he was pulling you into his bedroom, instructing you to lay on his bed. He covered you gently with blankets and had gotten you water (and himself some coffee, of course.) He tried to get you to tell him what was wrong but knows better than to force you to talk. So, instead, he will lie down next to you caressing your hair. Your breathing began to even out, the repeated feeling of his gentle touch had calmed you down. You then spend the next few hours talking out your issues while Arthur peppered your face and jawline with kisses and continued to give you as much support as he possibly could.

Shakespeare:

"Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet!"

The familiar line rang in your ears as the play went on, yet another rendition of your boyfriends ever so popular "Romeo and Juliet." However, this time, the words drowned out and you found yourself staring blankly at the stage. You could see blurred lines moving around in act, and words that were being called out as the play continued forward. Yet you were not listening to any of it. Memories of the past had bubbled up into your mind instead, memories of reading Romeo and Juliet for the first time, perhaps studying Shakespeare with your classmates in school, plays that would take place in your world, and faces of people you were once familar with playing those roles. You began to feel numb, devoid of emotions, living in the past without noticing Shakespeare had lay his hand upon your own in obvious concern.

"(Y/n)," he whispered into your ear, "what ails you, my love? Be not afraid to confide in me, let free that in which plagues thy mind," he coaxed. You let out a trembling sigh and simply shook your head in an indication that you had no intention to explain it right now, it wasn't the time or place, nor were you in the right headspace. He let out a slight sigh and rubbed his thumb loving over your knuckles whilst resuming his gaze on the stage, your mind wandering off once again in those memories now turned sour.

Once you had returned home to the villa, Shakespeare attempting to speak to you in the carriage left him feeling uneasy. You seemed far off, looking out of the window while responding in small one-word increments that left him mildly frustrated. Finally unable to contain the annoyance of being brushed off and failing to get you to speak to him, he had decided to grab your wrists and pin you to the bed, his eyes staring into your own with a hint of annoyance along with the overwhelming concern in his furrowed brows. he was about to demand you tell him what was possibly going on, however sudden movement caused you to finally break down, the tears that had been building up poured over and you began to sob. Any sign of annoyance was quickly replaced by pure panic and love, he removed his hands from your wrists immediately and pressed you into his chest. While smoothing your hair down he spoke poems into your ears, trying his best to distract you from whatever was bothering you. An hour went by and he had recited many of the lines from his plays, not even noticing you had ended up falling asleep within his arms... When you awoke you would find yourself comfortably tucked into bed, a cup of tea and little desserts awaiting you with your lover sitting and reading over a script. He wasn't particularly a patient one...however for you, he was willing to do anything to make it all better.

Charles:

You weren't into it this time, the kisses he places along your jawline and hands lovingly caressing your sides didn't leave you shivering in pleasure per usual. You were staring up at the ceiling, eyes void and staring out into space, laying still while your boyfriend halted his sensual advances. He furrowed his eyebrows in concern and lifted his head to reach your gaze as he hovered over you.

"(Y/n)?" Charles asked with a tremble in his voice, "are you...okay? Am I not doing a good job? I'm sorry I-" you interrupted him with a sigh and a shaking hand pressing up against his chest, pushing him gently enough for him to understand to remove himself from on top of you. You sat up with your shoulders slumped over and your hair obscuring your peripheral vision and staring down at your hands.

"I just..." You choked out, "just...remembering some stuff," you said, "don't wanna talk about it..." Your voice was barely above a whisper, yet the lack of animation in your movements and tone had strongly caused Charles to worry. He planted a kiss on the top of your head before removing himself from the bed, putting his shirt back on and buttoning it up.

"Well...then you just rest for now, and I will be back with some food! Food always makes things better," He said with attempted enthusiasm. You had not replied. With a sad smile, Charles kissed your forehead once more before leaving you to your own devices, understanding that you may need some space in order to collect your thoughts and feelings. When he had returned, you had covered yourself with blankets. He tried to resist the urge to set down anything and everything and bombard you with a tight squeeze, instead, he gently lay the food upon the tablet in the room, taking a seat next to you as your light sobs were not gone unnoticed by his ears. Charles removed the blanket from the top of your head, cooing in your ear, "I have food here for you, and tea made fresh by yours truly...would you try it, please?" He asked, puppy eyes to try and lure you out. You simply shook your head. With a defeated sigh Charles resorted to humming a tune and drawing circles on your back, he felt your trembling begin to come to a halt and your breathing evening out.

He knew when you were ready and able to confide in him, he was going to smother you with as much of his love as he possibly could. Perhaps together you could learn to forget both of your worries of the past for a little while...

Bonus: Imagine Mozart just playing piano for you. you're crying softly but he doesn't mind, he just continues to play until it eventually lulls you into a gentle sleep. He isn't good at comforting, but his music can convey how he feels about you.

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riveranova · 1 month

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

and female reader please and thank you!💗💗

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 610

Gilbert von Obsidian

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

Silvio Ricci

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

Keith Howell

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

Sariel Noir

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

Rio Ortiz

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

Clavis Lelouch

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

Nokto Klein

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

Thank you for reading, requests are always open!

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

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simp-is-here · 2 years

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Does anyone also like those things where (in like a fic or in your imagination or something) you’re with someone who has abnormal strength. Then you’re against a wall or a tree with their hands on the surface you’re up against, they kiss you and it starts off very sweet and gentle before becoming very passionately, then when they pull away you notice that the place on the surface where their hands were is completely destroyed from their strength because they were holding back so you wouldn’t be hurt.

Thirsty Vampire Thoughts Saga

#ikevamp vincent #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp le comte #ikevamp issac #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp theo #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #ikémen vampire #ikemen x reader #Napoleon x reader #arthur x reader #le comte x reader #issac x reader #leonardo x reader #theodorus x reader #vincent x reader #Shakespeare x reader

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b4mb1m · 7 months

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⎯⎯ㅤTORN FEELINGS ( ⭒ )

fandom # : ikemen prince

characters # : chevalier michel , sariel noir , y/n

a / n # : this is a rewrite of the previously posted fic of ' simpleton '

summary # : Chevalier gives y/n a hard time understanding his motive of being a unhelpful. atleast your buddies with Sariel.

it was shameless of him. he would continue his antics when passing by, her idly chatting away with others in the castle. he would always know how to degrade y/n. make her feel fallen victim to his mentally bruising comments.

their relationship was hard to digress into words. it wasn't necessarily abusive, at least not physically. they weren't on a positive note either, just hatred that spewed through Chevalier. perhaps he was jealous but even so that wouldn't make sense, too immature for him. however, Chevalier would seem to stay a mystery since he would always draw their distance to a close. pushing towards the other and eyeing down. distaste sought his eyes while he looked at her.

during those moments he wouldn't speak a word. no sound ushered. some days he grazed his hand over the other's face. imprinting their features in his mind. it always felt like he wished to make a sculpture of y/n based on these spur of the moment antics of Chevalier. he even let her come into his heart, or more so his private library. stacked across all walls were books of different origins and purpose. stacked in various orders, categorized to Chevalier's favors.

of course, he himself always had to be there, in the library when y/n passed through. he looked on at her, the books she picked out, and her expressions while reading the summary. he always sported an uninterested expression when she looked over to him.

y/n didn't enjoy being accompanied by Chevalier, but as royalty, he deemed y/n, the simpleton, wasn't well understanding of books. foolish isn't it?

as one of the only people to have seen and picked up a few tales that lay on the dusty bookshelves in his private library. it just seemed like another attempt to make her feel bad about herself. sometimes he chimed in to spoil what she was about to read. and by spoil for him it was a full-blown retelling of all the minor details in the book.

as expected demands were thrown to y/n as if she were his maid. clean this, stack this and finish this for me was now a daily occurrence. in his eyes she was as lowly rated as rubbish. Sariel caught on to this but couldn’t talk sense to the man. he played him off with one hand and ignored all the talk Sariel gave him. so Sariel just gave y/n more of a raise and apologized to her on the prince’s behalf. giving her the option to ignore the prince but it wasn’t that easy.

it weirded y/n out at the circumstances she had been given. more so the situation she was now stuck in. it only started as a few simple requests of her assistance.

she was a young girl who chose to live near a pond in the kingdom. it was magnificent, the pond. it always replayed the colors of its surroundings like an oil painting, glistening with the glow from the dropping rays of the Sun. she made a living from upkeeping gardens, and having well-versed knowledge in botanics got her far. that's why Sariel first contacted her.

the letters would always be something to do with their garden and their dire need to have y/n look at it with her own eyes, rather than Sariels attempts to find the corresponding descriptions. and of course, after doing this fairly often she got close with Sariel. he would let her get tours of the palace and look around, even stay for nights or days if needed. they bonded over many topics, whilst having a warm drink to accompany.

the first time she actually came close contact with the second prince was in his library.

it was, to say the least, blooming with the collection of books the sturdy bookshelves held. it was a room just dedicated to the collection's display. and as the girl glazed her eyes upon it she was left shuddering at the sudden presence of a hand on her arm. it was the second prince. he wore a grim look on his face when looking over her face.

he scoffed at her and pushed her away and through the heavy doors. with a snarky comment.

– curiosity killed the cat – as mysterious as ever, she thought.

on his day it was supposed to be a regular visit of hers to look over the garden flowers and if they were cared for. upon arrival she greeted Sariel and immediately headed towards the pristine gates that led to the garden. the magnificent gates were already opened, no sign of the two usual guards she was acquaintanced with. stealing glances over the blooming flowers - poppies, azaleas, daisies and so many more.roses were especially alluring this season, they were a memorable crimson red. if it had rained they were guaranteed to look just like fresh blood. glistening by newly slain victims' blood. tough now they looked unchirped, something y/n always hated. the perception of thorns seemed unclean and she always did the needed work to fix this.

whilst heading towards the roses an outstandish blonde came into view, she knew who it was but begged to be mistaken. Chevalier was seated in the gazebo. his pale complexion studied over the book he was reading. at his side he kept a notebook or perhaps journal, and a pen in his slim fingers. y/n decided to ignore him as best as she could.

now he was ignorant of her, head delved into the book he was reading.

he glanced at her a set of times, but his lips were sealed tight. y/n wanted to glance over at the man as well. when noticing a couple of pricks on the roses she sighed, got up from her crouching position and went over for some tools to take care of the problem.

as y/n was in the delicate shed she let her eyes roam over the walls, the ground, the covered desk, but she was incapable of finding the needed tools.

as y/n slightly edged her eyes to the entryway she saw a glimpse of white. she thought it was just a bird who flew by, but she was far from right on that. suddenly her body was engulfed by a new cologne, only the richest she assumed and felt arms creep around her sides. now there were hands that pressed her body in one small bundle. the grip on her body was unletting and suffocating by nature. just like a snake, starved for nutrients.

– looking for these? – he showed her the tools, laying plainly on his gloved hand. she went to take them from his grasp but inevitably got squeezed more. she tried pressing out of his hold. – what are you acompl-ishing this way? – a gritted reply came from her. he insisted on standing still, immovable. the churning and growling of her stomach was a clear sign of her becoming stunlocked from anxiety.

– do me a favor, simpleton, – he spoke in a brash tone. hands easing around her.

– would you accompany me? – she mulled over what he said. accompany him to where, exactly?

– be more specific, prince. – now Chevalier let her loose, and backed two steps away. – and I thought you were informed. – he smiled to himself, poking at her cluelessness. this angered the lass. and here she hoped he was genuinely being kind for once. y/n started to turn away from the man, noticing the tools he had somehow already placed on the desk behind her. she clutched the instruments between her arms. leaving in small, child-like steps. this made prince charming grin at her antics.

i didn't exactly impliment romantic feelings for either Chevalier and y/n. . .

wanted to write a more angsty story with a mean Chevalier who taunts reader.

#ikepri x reader #ikemen prince chevalier #ikemen x reader #ikemen prince #chevalier michel #chevalier michel x reader #sariel noir #reader #( ੭ 𝐲𝐮𝐢 ୧ )#i hate tags #angst #no fluff #writing #how do i tag lmao

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cloudcountry · 4 months

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SUMMARY: to blanc, you are the change he needed, and your pressing secret won't change that.

WARNINGS: mentions of mortality, blood. Vampire stuff.

COMMENTS: ok ok so @vivislosingitagain here is my thought process YOU like biting people and sucking their blood so YOU are a vampire. and HEY GUESS WHAT vampires are IMMORTAL kind of. and im pretty sure blanc is really fucking old so i think mortality angst would work great with him BUT WHAT IF HIS PARTNER WAS AS OLD AS HE WAS AND BIT HIM. that's the post.

also im so sorry if blanc is out of character i have seen this man three times in the routes ive played + the prologue oops.

It’s a clear night. The stars are bright in the sky, just as they were hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Blanc doesn’t know if they’ll ever change, but he takes comfort in their consistency. They’re stationary, unmoving, unshifting, just like him. He’s always been in Cradle, long enough to see the shattering of bonds between the armies and the first Alice fall. He’s seen the skirmishes and the blood and the carnage.

And he’s seen you, the one who followed him into the rabbit hole and into Cradle.

He remembers thinking you were cute. He remembers Oliver scolding him for speaking his mind, and he remembers you tearing your eyes away from him, a shy smile on your lips. You’ve always been alluring, in a way he never anticipated, and it makes him wonder if someone from the Land of Reason can really be magical like the people of Cradle.

It’s no use though—he knows the passage of time will take you away. He knows love (what he feels for you, there’s no doubt about it) is a powerful force, but it cannot break the way the sun and moon rise and fall, it cannot stop the stars from dying light years away, it cannot stop your inevitable aging.

He knows this, and yet he can’t let go. He greets you in the morning with a soft pat on your head, leaning over your bed as you stretch and yawn. His gaze softens when you rub your eyes and look over at him, and you’re looking at him like he’s the only thing you ever want to see.

He’s so selfish—he wants so badly for you to only look at him.

For someone so keenly aware of how mortal you are, he knows he's being awfully flippant about it. It’s the folly of man, to be so foolish as to yearn, but there’s always the possibility that fate will take pity on his poor soul and listen to its cries for his love to stay.

And so, the next night, a night that should be no different from any other, he breaks his routine. He keeps you up late, chatting over tea as the full moon rises in the sky, asking you if you want to go home. He watches you as you go quiet, your previously bright smile fading into a thoughtful frown. You’re staring into your tea as if it can give you the answer, and Blanc hopes the tea will give you the same answer he would.

I wish you would stay. I wish you would stay with me. I wish you would think I’m worth it. I wish that if I had to be hurt then you would be the one to hurt me because I’ve never loved anyone like you and I doubt I ever will. I wish you would be the one to thrust this dagger into my heart so fate doesn’t have the chance.

“...I want to stay with you.” you say, and Blanc knows you’re hiding something from him but he can’t bring himself to ask when you already look so worried.

“Are you sure?” he asks, reaching across the table to place a hand on yours.

Your head jerks up and you meet his gaze with parted lips—almost like you want to tell him but are far too scared.

“You can tell me anything.” he stresses, squeezing your hand gently.

“I’m not...” you purse your lips, looking away again as you choose your words carefully, “I’m not having doubts about staying here, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Blanc holds back his sigh of relief in favor of another inquisitive glance. Your brow furrows and he knows you feel his stare, your cute canines poking at your lower lip as you gnaw on it pensively.

“I have a secret I don’t think I’m ready to share yet.” you say softly, turning back to him, “I will someday. I just...need time.”

Blanc laughs, a sound that's full of relief and love and sounds like the wind chimes that hang in your no longer temporary bedroom’s window, the ones that have been there since you came and will be there when—if—you leave.

“Darling.” he breathes, staring straight into your eyes with so much love, “I have all the time in the world.”

The full moon sinks beneath the horizon and the sun comes up again. The teacups from the night before have been cleaned and placed back on their shelves, and the cake you two cut slices out of remains in the fridge. There are still traces of you within the house—your skincare is still in the bathroom, your toothbrush is next to his, and your chair still has a cushion of your favorite color. None of those things have been removed because you didn’t leave.

You’re still in your bedroom, sleeping soundly, but this time Blanc is there with you, his arms wrapped around you. His body is tangled with yours, your legs intertwining as the bed sheets knot themselves around your limbs. Your head is resting right over his heart, the part of him that’s pounding away for you. Gently, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and stares down at your sleeping face, the face that shows him all of your thoughts and emotions, the face that belongs to the person who loves him enough to stay.

He wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead, a kiss on the bridge of your nose, a kiss on your left eyelid and a kiss on your right, a kiss on your jaw—

He sighs when you start to stir, propping yourself up on your elbows. The bed sheets fall off your body like water cascading down the side of a cliff, and your bleary eyes have never looked more beautiful. He lays there, admiring you in the morning light as the wind chimes chime, the soft breeze from the cracked open window ruffling through your hair.

You shiver.

“Darling,” Blanc calls, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Good morning.”

You smile when you turn to look at him, and you allow yourself to fall back against the mattress next to him.

“Good morning.” you murmur, your nails tracing the curve of his cheekbone before tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, “You look so handsome.”

Ever the charmer, he’s rarely been charmed himself. And so he does the only thing he deems appropriate, and thanks you with a kiss on the back of your hand.

Weeks pass, and Blanc finds himself growing into this new routine. You're a sign of change, that he knows for sure. His own room remains vacant for the most part unless you decide to pull him into his room instead of your own when you’re ready for bed. It makes no difference to him where you go, only that he can follow you like the lovesick fool he is.

Except you’re not leading him to either of your bedrooms tonight.

You’re leading him outside, under the pale moonlight and into the chilly nighttime breeze. He looks up at the full moon and holds your hand a little tighter.

“Thank you for giving me time.” you say, the wind swelling as it passes between the two of you and further into the night, “I’m ready to tell you what I’ve been hiding from you now. It’s...not fair to keep it from you any longer.”

“I understand,” he smiles softly, cupping your cheek, “Go ahead.”

“I’m a vampire.” you say, and it takes his brain a few moments to catch up, “I’ve...found it hard to get blood in Cradle but since meeting with Kyle’s he’s managed to get me blood when I need it. I don’t like drinking from animals or people but it...has to be done for me to stay alive.”

Blanc’s brain is whirring as you spill your guts to him, your mouth moving faster and faster as you explain how despised vampires are in the Land of Reason, how people view them as monsters and how you’re certain you’re cursed.

Cursed. What a funny word to say to him.

“Is that why your canines are so sharp?” he blurts, leaning closer to your face.

You stop talking, bending backward just a bit at his sudden closeness.

“I—I’m sorry, what?” you ask, looking confused.

“Ah, well....I always thought they were cute.” he smiles kindly, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.

“I...” you blink owlishly before shaking your head in disbelief, “Blanc, I just told you I’m a vampire.”

“Indeed you did.”

Your mouth falls open as if looking for the right words to say, and yet you come up with nothing.

“You can feed from me if you wish. I don’t want you to suffer any longer.” he offers like its the most natural thing in the world.

Still, you say nothing.

And then he murmurs your name, as soft as the flower petals brushing against your ankles.

“I don’t want to use you like that. I don’t want you to be a food source for me.” you grit your teeth, staring at the ground like you couldn’t be more ashamed, “I don’t want to be the monster the Land of Reason made me out to be.”

“You’re not. I give myself to you willingly, and I'll do it over and over again.” Blanc murmurs, hands slipping away from you.

It takes you a moment to realize he’s slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt, leaving his collarbone open to the nighttime breeze and your eyes.

“My love.” he opens his arms for you and his shirt slips off his shoulder, leaving his skin vulnerable—

“I give myself to you.”

And he pulls you into his chest, as he whispers words of love telling you that you can bite him, drink from him, take all that you need and that it will be okay because he’d give you everything if you asked for it, and that you changed his life for the better, you brought springtime’s flowers and winter’s shimmering ice and summer’s warm sunlight and autumn’s delicate, beautiful leaves to a life that was so repetitive and boring until you arrived—a life that belonged to the man you see before you but not anymore because its yours and it will always be yours.

Tears prick your eyes as you kiss his skin, worshiping each freckle and small scar you can reach. Your canines poke insistently at his skin and you ignore the urge for one, two, three, four, five seconds before your mouth opens and you bite down, hoping the small gasp that leaves his lips isn’t one of pain. You’re careful not to take too much but it tastes so good and who knew drinking from the one you loved could make you feel so happy and full.

Blanc looks up at the moon as you feed, happiness and adoration blurring his vision as he thinks about you, you who trusted him enough to bite him, to tell him who you were, you who stayed behind for him even though you could have left.

He stares up at the moon and sighs because he’s in love. He’s in love with you.

And after you’re done, after you pull away and lick the puncture marks to soothe them, after you press a dozen more kisses to his skin, Blanc still loves you. His blood is smeared around your mouth but he pulls you in anyway, kissing you with everything he has because you deserve nothing less than that.

And he loves you.

Over and over again, he loves you.

He doesn’t know how long he’ll be aging or how long you will have by his side, but he knows that if you will forever be his constant, he’ll come out okay in the end.

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